Matter of Mind: My Parkinson's
Last year, Michael J Fox released his documentary “Still”, which gave us insight into his very long battle with Parkinson’s. This week, PBS aired a documentary in the series Matter of Mind, this time focusing on 3 people with Parkinson’s. (The other parts of the series focus on ALS and Alzheimers). Both documentaries are outstanding and should be available for everyone with PD and their…
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Best friends older brother Choso finding you in the kitchen getting a glass of water in the middle of the night in nothing but your underwear and his oversized knit sweater you thought you stole from Yuuji (bc what younger sibling doesn’t take the eldest’s clothes) to sleep in. Staying the night because it was ‘already so late’ and that they’ll give you a ride to uni in the morning.
Catching you standing on your tiptoes to reach a glass cup in the cupboard stored too tall this time around and he gets a nice view of the cheeky pair you wear and his throat goes dry.
Already feeling like a fuckin creep for how he feels about you, the lewd thoughts he lets pass because he knows it’s natural at the very least. Your his little brothers best friend, basically family at this point with how often you visit and spend time with Yuuji. Never gone so far as to needing to lock himself away in the guest bathroom to stroke his hard cock to the scene that plays in his minds eye.
Of him being the kind man you know him as and reaching the cup for you. Fingers brushing over yours, pelvis pressing you into the rounded edge of the counter top while one hand grips firmly at your hip. Thinks of how maybe you’ll make that cute little gasp that always happens when you’re startled or surprised the moment you feel him against you.
Will you look up at him with those pleading eyes that every man in this house is weak to? So willing to give you everything you want even if you don’t really ask for it? Would you want him the way he wants you? Long lashes fluttering closed when Choso uses the hand at your hip to grind the fat of your ass against his rigid length.
He thinks of how maybe you’ll lean forward until your forearms rest against the countertop, standing on your tiptoes again so he could feel more of you through his baggy joggers and the thin cotton covering your warm slit.
Fuck it’s gotta be tighter than the grip of his fist right now. He’d want to go slower than the quick and frenzied pace he has now, the one that causes the rest of his body to warm and a light sheen of sweat to collect on the nap of his neck and temple. Biting his lip hard to keep from groaning and altering you to his presence in the bathroom.
Imagining your sweet calls of his name, breathy sighs laced with pleasure. You’d sound so cute he knows it, you already sound so sinful when you say his name in innocent situations.
“Choso Choso Choso” fuck you’d probably pitch when he’d rut his hips to nudge at your clit after pushing the band of his sleepwear down and your panties to the side. Slick clicking because he knows he can make you feel good, he already takes care of you as much as he can. Or fuck if you let him slip inside and feel that divine heat like he imagines now. Fevered ruts nearly lifting you off your feet because he’ll have to angle himself to take you comfortably. He’s sick from the thought of a sweet keen of “chos-oh” at the feel of him. What he can do for you.
So close, almost there. Just a little more.
Before you knock at the door, and you sound just as innocent as you always do. As the fantasy that plays in his head does before it shatters but still he pumps his cock in his fist, “Choso? That you? Everything okay?”
Fuck, no? Everything’s not okay because you’re so close. Just outside the door, within arms reach, and his sacs already tightening with the need to cum. He’s almost there he can’t fucking stop now even with you standing outside.
“Yeah,” it’s a husk through grit teeth, panting breath and he’s almost there. Close close close fuck.
“Are you sure? You sound like you’re sick..” You’re so sweet, do you know that? So caring always, he knows it. His younger brother keeps good people. A talent for it obviously when he found you, when he brought you to him. The way you smile, the way you shine, everything. He’s euphoric, he’s painting his tight fist in pearly ropes with a relieved sigh to the thought of you.
Head lolling back against the door behind him as his hips stutter through the pleasure Choso knows pales in comparison to what you could offer. But it’s relief for now.
Collecting himself to tuck away his spent cock and open the faucet for the sound of running water to fill the space and hopefully put you at ease.
“Yeah, I’m alright, just fine,” he’d say perfect but that’d only be if he could be with you
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Happy anniversary to the event that caused my favourite band, the most iconic book and film franchise, the most famous smut book that everyone’s mother owns somewhere and if she doesn’t she’s lying, and the downfall of Ellen DeGeneres.
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me every time i get a seb & clora notif (i am okay i swear i just love your content sm SOBS)
AW TYY😭💖💖IM GLAD U LIKE THEM SO MUCH💖💖here, just for you 😍😍😍(be careful what you wish for)
YES OFC!! IDK WHICH RECENT FANART YOU MEAN BUT YES the answer is always yes absolutely 100% go ahead😭🙏
i defs wanna draw pics of clora and seb with their future kids! but id honestly just make my dad seb look the exact same LMAO since im not a fan of facial hair/dad bods, hed just be the same except older, BAHAHA SORRY
THANK YOU he was very intimidating to draw bc of his facial structure but im also happy with how he turned out!! (also another certain red-headed gryffindor shall be coming soon👀👀)
and last but not least, anything for you, anon
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