#m; Brian

[rightxonxmain-archived]

smolcuriouskitten // cont'd [ x ]

Brian didn't face Onyx straightaway but gradually turned his head towards the woman he loved. He knew that making eye contact wasn't an imperative since she seemed to never change her expression (usually) and therefore it wasn't easy to read her reaction to what was being said to her.

Still, he had called her in here and now he was obligated to treat this like an actual civil conversation.

"Well, that's kind of just it-"

The young man practically recoiled when he saw that grin which was, unfortunately, getting to be more and more characteristic. It was also a bit of a 'war flashback' moment for him, as he could recall breaking out into maniacal smiles for no reason at all starting with his connection to Aylmer.

"You and he have been doing an awful lot of talking lately..." Brian sighed, still in the dark as to the light shooting out of his head. Right now he had a rig of saran wrap and tape over it to keep the elements out, but he knew that would only get him so far. Needless to say, hats were a must when out in public. His brother Mike was bringing new fashions over weekly.

"I just don't want you going down the same path as I have, Onyx... And I don't want more trouble for Aylmer, either... It's not any secret how much I've had to pay the cops to keep quiet about things as they are..."

***

The parasite was indeed incapacitated, currently swaddled and sipping chicken brains from a blender cup with a straw, but the severed link between himself and Brian had caused an additional phenomenon; he could now hear all of Brian's thoughts! Even from another room!

Needless to say, the attempted co-conspiring taking place in the bathroom caused unhappiness to swell inside of his blue body. Onyx was his only recourse during these tough times, this he believes wholeheartedly... Aylmer didn't actually posses a heart, instead a heart-like part called the aortic arch, but that's neither here nor there. All that mattered was his will to pit Onyx against Brian because Brain, bless him, was of little to no use anymore.

[bcntarrows]

closed ( vampire!Brian ) starter for @smolcuriouskitten

"I know it's tedious, 'Nyx, but you think people won't notice a walking pin-cushion? We're already parents to the most hideous 'baby' the world's ever seen..." Yeah, putting Aylmer in a sling and bonnet hadn't worked out like they'd intended, so they'd gone back to letting him hang out in Brian's shirt or jacket for those times the three of them hit the town.

"You were gracious enough to be my personal blood bank. The least I can do is hide the evidence..." The blood-sucker gave his witchy woman a kiss on the cheek before he applied the makeup brush to her pulsing neck again.

[briefcasekid]

Theyre dressed like grannies from 3 different cultures like Lou is an Arab jadda, Ally is a russian baboushka and murph an italian nonna

[certainlyathrill]

good grief !

(part 2)

[nocontextspiderman]

House of M #5 (2005)

[ncwhereman]

His affectionate portraits of Epstein are particularly poignant. In one sequence, Epstein laughed in delight as he realised McCartney was snapping his picture.

Rosie Broadley, 1964: Eyes of the Storm

[beachytablecloth]

POV: lou wilson rolled a nat one

[swetblom]

𑁥ಎ squiring for brian for the first time, aka little surprise ♡ w. he’s a little mean, cause you makes you hold it but who says he isn’t being soft about it??

you feel dazed. stars shooting behind your eye as brian’s chest lays soft and warm behind your back. he’s calm but very interested in how your body is reacting to his. every time he seems to move up the bed to get a better look at your pussy, you can’t help but push closer to him and whine. maybe it’s because his hands are abnormally calloused, and they feel so good running tight circles into your sensitive clit or maybe it’s the fact that he’s peppering small kisses on your shoulder, neck and hairline as his fingers destroy your cunt.

the kisses are soft, almost feather like. your wetness is making a mess of your inner thigh and your hips are meeting his fingers greedily. “inside, please,” you whine, glancing up at him with sweet eyes. you grab his wrist, pulling him down further to where you’re leaking from his abuse, wanting his fingers inside.

he obliges without a word, inserting his fingers smoothly. his pace is slow and languid—teasing—until you start bucking your hips faster. he doesn’t make you chase it too much but of course he has to watch you stupidly whine for a bit then give you what you want. once he does, you began heaving for air, his shirt falling from your chest because of the fact. the lace of your bra reveals its self to him but he doesn’t linger on the—because you start clinging to the bicep. you’re clinging to the same arm that’s practically ruining you, just as your walls are onto his fingers. he wondered how much you’d cling to him once you’ve come.

and, as if on key, you pulse around his finger. “mm, brian. i feel it—can i?” your voice is weary. “wait a little longer,” he demands. places a kiss onto your temple and keeps his eyes locked on how succulent you are around his fingers. you’re making his whole palm disgustingly wet, and the sounds are so sinful that they send a dark thrill through him. “yes,” you silently whine. his fingers stay consistent, never faltering, ensuring he doesn’t throw you off. your body does a good job of letting him know how well he’s working you—if the way you look doesn’t already give it away.

you’re sweet like this, pliant. you let him stretch this moment for as long as he wants, never complaining or resisting, just gasping and clinging to him tighter, silently begging for release. it’s so cute that he lets you come a little soon than he would’ve liked. “go ahead, angel.”

your legs tremble as you come hard around his fingers, nails digging into his arm. and somehow, you and your pussy get even louder than before. much, much louder. first he hears it— the extra sloppy wet sound almost like leaking water but then he sees it— the spouts of liquid flowing coming from between your legs, slipping onto his sheets and fingers.

he looks down at you, into your already lost eyes, with a grin, “aren’t i lucky?”

[bleed-more]

It was too humid to put on a wig and makeup so I drew Brian over top of my cosplay fit for him and honestly ?? I LOVE IT??

[arkashas]

Society (1989) dir. Brian Yuzna

[bcntarrows]

@smolcuriouskitten // cont'd [ x ]

Aylmer fidgeted under her hand, not quite sure what to make of the sudden show of—cue the creature’s minuscule eyes squinting—affection. There was an ever subtle dance near the end.

Brian did as asked with his shoes, setting them in a corner by the door. He usually walked around his own place in socks, so a no shoes policy wasn’t putting him out.

“… No… I definitely would’ve remembered that,” the man said, the corner of his mouth peeling upwards into a somewhat wry smirk. It was actually thanks to Aylmer, the parasite being entirely un-snakelike himself, that Brian was somewhat prepared to deal with such an animal in his presence. He hadn't hated snakes, but he hadn't loved them either. Now, though, he thought they were almost cute. At least the non-violent ones.

"Serpent, meet stupid."

"Aylmer, please... Just shut up about the witch stuff..."

"Oh, so you were paying attention," the parasite swelled, then withdrew into the back of Brian's jacket once again.

Brian tensely laughed off Aylmer's insolence with a snicker, scratching a phantom itch at the spot which the parasite used to poke.

"Um... snake have a name?" He squinted up at the interior decor surrounding—Dare he say confining?—them—his dark eyes nearly burning at the sight of all that PINK. Thinking back on those juicy visions of BLUE, it was like his life had gone from being one obliterative baby shower to the next!

"Where does he sleep?" But what Brian really meant to ask was: Where does he sleep, now that I'm here? He had a strong gut feeling that the answer was in bed with her... and no way was he going to share sheets with a reptile that could strangle him on a whim.

[reegis]

The Oracle will see you now 🔮✨

[b0bbynash]

3.08//8.06

[ncwhereman]

what a mess to leave behind

ever since mr epstein passed away, it's never been the same - george harrison

[tubapun]

[splep]

Joey pointing out my costume at the evening show !!!

this was WILD since this was a last minute closet cosplay and i only stood up because the people i was with were basically pushing me out my seat /pos

this was an incredible moment that genuinely healed 14 year old me who had eyes on prize on loop for days :))