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32 notes - Posted February 20, 2022

I continued work on my Shrine fic today! 4/5 times John touches Rodney during the Shrine have been written.

Previously mentioned here.

I am both thrilled and in emotional pain.

because

well

The Shrine

I mean—

Preview anyone?

John grasps Rodney’s wrists.

Squeezing tight enough to hurt. Yanking them back. Away. Trying to stop him. He can’t watch this. He can’t stand by and watch.

This had been a terrible idea.

John knew it would end up this way. Blames himself. Should have stopped it earlier. Should have insisted, should have been better, should have protected Rodney. Even if it was from himself.

But, it was what Rodney had wanted. How could he deny Rodney anything he wants right now? Besides, it has been another way to track the progression of the illness. Not his memory—he and Keller had that one covered with the videos—but his ability to think critically, problem solve, strategize.

A nightly chess match.

It couldn’t have ended up any other way, any other way but this.

“Stop it!”

John is trying to rip Rodney’s hands away from his face, where Rodney is attempting, literally, awfully, to pound his brain into working properly. Hitting himself over and over.

“Stupid!” Rodney’s shout is over loud, pained. He manages to hit himself again, despite John’s best efforts. Rodney’s desperation makes him strong. Too strong. Stronger than John. “So fucking stupid!”

“No! Rodney! Please! Come on!”

Rodney shouldn’t be this strong, shouldn’t be able to keep violently hitting his own forehead over and over. But he twists, he jerks, he slips away and John grabs at him again.

“Sixth graders can play this fucking game! I played it in first grade! I’m officially more imbecilic than I was when I was fucking six.”

“Rodney! God damn it!” John had managed to get a hand around his bicep, but then the bicep is gone, leaving his fingers grasping at air. “You just used the word imbecilic, clearly you’re not— ”

John’s words are silenced by Rodney inadvertantly hitting the coffee table with the backs of his knees. The chessboard goes flying, pieces scattering everywhere. Rodney goes flying too, his back hitting the table hard before the momentum rolls him off and onto the ground.

John doesn’t know which sound he’s heard tonight that’s snaked the deepest fracture line in his heart— the heels of Rodney’s palms smacking against his own skin, the anguished self-recriminations, or the crack of Rodney’s skull against Atlantean metal.

He’s on his knees hovering over Rodney before he even knows he’s made the decision. After a moment of chilling stillness, where John is half-convinced the universe has played an even crueller joke and he’s lost Rodney sooner than they’d expected, Rodney groans, eyes flickering open.

“Well that fucking hurt.”

John’s whole body attempts to collapse on top of him with relief, and definitely without his permission, but he just trembles instead.

You’re okay. Fuck. You’re okay. For now, you’re okay. I can’t do this. How do I do this? Rodney, how do I do this?

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33 notes - Posted May 1, 2022

Three A.M.

McShep | 260 words | G

Sleepy boys | Sleepy Cuddles

on Ao3

John wakes to the click-clacking of keyboard keys being pressed just this side of too hard. He doesn’t check the time. It could be 11pm, 1am or 3. It doesn’t really matter. John long ago gave up on berating the man for his poor sleeping habits. Atlantis needs too much from him and Rodney asks too much of himself. Instead, John slips from the warmth of the blankets and curls his arms around Rodney from behind. He rests his head against the nape of Rodney’s neck, then presses a kiss there.

“That’s enough for tonight.”

He presses another soft kiss to punctuate the point.

Rodney’s body slumps, coiled tension releasing. It works today, but it doesn’t always. Sometimes there’s no slump. Sometimes there’s Rodney shaking him off with muttered words John never quite makes out and the click-clacking of the keyboard resumes. John never argues anymore, just slips back into bed and drifts back off, ensuring that he, at least, has had enough rest to be alert and able to protect his scientist.

Today, though, Rodney follows him, shedding uniform clothes until he’s down to an undershirt and briefs. John slides to the far side of the bed, the cold side, letting Rodney slip into the warmth John left behind. He lets him wriggle and settle, watching as he sighs contentedly in his newly created pocket of comfort. John slides back, curling an arm and leg over Rodney, who wriggles and settles and sighs contentedly once more. John waits, listens, for Rodney’s breathing to even out. Makes sure.

They sleep.

42 notes - Posted November 26, 2022

So friends, mcshep sick fic. But not h/c, hilarity of huge misunderstandings instead. @dedkake’s fault. Can’t remember how we got here 😆

Established relationship (or not, really could work either way).

John’s in bed. Wakes up. Is feeling gross. Headache, stuffed nose, sore throat, achey muscles, too hot/too cold in turns. The works.

Sees Rodney puttering around his room, picking up used tissues, clearing a soup bowl, refilling a cold water glass. But…

He’s in a hazmat suit.

Cue panic. John must be dying. Whatever he’s got, it’s bad. Alien bacteria, ebola… something that warrants quarantine protocols. Oh no. But Rodney. Hypochondriac Rodney is there. Quiet. Caring.

John is so in love. Has been. For so long. Suddenly Rodney must know. This could be his last chance, right?! Must tell him.

Feverish outpouring of feelings. Over the top love confession. So Un-john. Hardly making sense because hello fever. Rodney just standing there stupid.

What the fuck has gotten into you?

I’m dying.

No you’re not.

But hazmat suit. Quarantine.

I just don’t want your gross flu germs. You’re a disgusting human petri dish.

John why do I love this absolute idiot omg.

Rodney I love you too. But you’re still gross. I’ll kiss you when there is no longer a hazmat suit between us.

44 notes - Posted March 12, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

File this under fanfic writer problems:

Coming to an Ao3 page near you, John’s… cocoa ☕️

It’s hot.

Real hot.

Steamy.

53 notes - Posted July 27, 2022

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sc0tters · 11 months

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Love Of My Life | John Marino

summary: being pregnant with a guys child has a whole new layer of chaos when you don’t even know his last name!

request: yes/no

warnings: swearing, minor mentions of body image issues.

word count: 3.53k

authors note: I loved writing part two and I hope that this is what you guys who waited for this hoped for! @babydollmarauders hope the wait was worth it for John and the pregnancy trope. I haven’t proofread this allow the mistakes, thx lovelies.

part 1

The thought weighed on your mind as you stared down at that test.

seven weeks pregnant

Images of John flashed through your mind as tears welled in your eyes “I’m sorry for this.” You croaked out running your fingers over your stomach. Those statements of how he was going to keep in contact with you fell through as John clearly wanted to keep you and whatever you two had become in the past.

Your throat felt dry as the different choices you had weighed on your mind. It took you a few moments before you finally got up and made your way back into your desk as you saw the LA Kings flag hang over your office as you stared at the picture of you and your friends at the lake house with John peeking in the back of it.

ten weeks pregnant

Alex had realized that you were pregnant last week as you two had been waiting in the airport to head down to Melbourne.

You had been dealing with morning sickness that seemed to hit you at all hours of the day and of course the center had to be the first person to see you run to the bathroom “you think that they would like this?” Alex pulled your attention away from your thoughts as he held up a koala plushie in your direction.

It made you blink as you looked up at him “huh?” You didn’t pick up what he had said “thought p would want this.” His voice was soft as he looked down to your stomach.

Hearing the nickname he had given your baby made you smile “you already started thinking about her?” You cocked your head as your hand subtly went over your belly “what makes you think it’s a she?” Your conversation had to be quiet as you two were the only ones who knew about the baby.

You were feeling at ease knowing that you had Alex in your corner for this. Sure he wasn’t your partner but the way that the hockey player took you in and made you feel at home in LA as you settled in. So for that you were always going to be grateful for him “let’s get it.” You nodded sending him a smile.

This was the day you bought the first thing for P.

fifteen weeks pregnant

John had been thinking about you the last few weeks. It was weird for him, he had found your instagram account yet fearing what you would do after all this time. The hockey player continued to watch your account as a blind viewer, he was close to asking James for your number as you had been silent on your account.

The last post was a dump from the summer where there wasn’t even a hint of John in any of the pictures. Sure he knew that he couldn’t have expected any less as he had broken his promise to you.

Whilst you hadn’t been in communication with him, you were still apart of every thought that he had “what the hell happened to you y/n?” John sighed as he stared at the image of you making him remember when he took it.

You two had snuck out to go for an early morning drive “is this what you do every year?” You had told John all about how the last day of summer you spent watching the sunrise in the back of Clara’s truck “come and join me.” You smiled patting the blanket next to you.

It made John smile as he brought the cooler up with him “thank you for including me.” He mumbled laying down as you only gave him a few seconds before you let your head rest on his chest.

His hand went to your back as it was though you two were in the perfect position “wouldn’t have anyone else with me.” Your confession was true as it caused both your and his cheeks to turn pink.

However it also made a small laugh leave his lips “what?” You asked pressing your chin to his torso as you raised your eyebrows looking at him “you just look really pretty like this.” His hand reached up to cup your cheek as he stared down at you.

Silence spun around you as the wind carried a cool breeze over the truck “take a picture so it lasts longer.” You were barely able to get your words out before you began to laugh.

John didn’t care as he smiled pulling his phone out of his pocket “what are you doing?” The boy laughed as his camera app opened “capturing the view!”

seventeen weeks pregnant

Alex had done what he did every day before practice where he picked you up from your apartment so that you didn’t have to go alone “you know that I can drive myself right?” You pointed out as you stared at the blue raspberry slurpee that sat in your lap as it had been your second trimester craving.

You made the boy laugh “yeah but who was actually gonna get that for you?” Alex shot back tilting his sunglasses down to lock eyes with you “wait let me get this.” He mumbled seeing his phone ring.

It was Jack who answered as he smiled “it’s always nice to see you y/n.” The Hughes boy sent you a salute causing you to wave “hi Jack!” Your voice made John stop in his tracks as he looked up from his skates.

That reaction was picked up by Jack who furrowed his eyebrows “you good John?” He turned his attention away from his phone as he looked at his teammate.

In truth John had no clue what to do. He stood there honestly contemplating letting one of the many questions that ran through his head including the clearest one of all, how the hell did Jack know you.

The center snapped his fingers as John remained frozen “yeah I’m good.” He mumbled getting up as he shook his head.

Alex picked up on how your body froze “hey we’re about to pull in so I’ll call you back later.” He was quick to lie not giving Jack the chance to say anything before he hung up “you good?” Alex was quick to place his hand on your arm as he watched you stare at your quickly growing belly.

For some reason you had grown quicker than you had in previous weeks “I think that might have been p’s dad.” Those words were enough to make Alex almost crash the car “you fucked a hockey player!” He yelled not believing it.

john.marino97 started following you.

twenty three weeks pregnant

From the moment that John sent you that dm asking if he could talk to you, you knew you were going to have to tell him about the baby. It was a constant reminder as whenever you thought about John baby p only responded with sending kicks to your stomach. Fears of how he would respond make you wish that you were back with having morning sickness because at least that sought pity on you occasionally.

When he showed up in LA begging for you to see him you knew that you only had so much longer that you could avoid him for, especially as you were going with Alex to the ducks game.

So there you were sat in your favourite cafe as you waited for John to show up “whatever happens today I love you.” You mumbled running your hand over your belly as you pressed a kiss against the fingers of the other hand before you grazed your fingers over the fabric of your leggings “y/n!” John gasped seeing the back of your head.

In the short amount of time that he had knowing you it was crazy how he had noted the way you styled your hair day in and day out “hey.” You slowly got up allowing him to take in the new edition that you had.

All of a sudden your act of radio silence made total sense “wow.” The moment that word left his mouth John immediately knew that he had fucked up “I’m sorry.” John was quick to add as he chewed at the inside of his mouth.

You forced a smile to your lips “you want to sit?” Part of you just wanted to rip the bandaid off and confess to the fact that if he wasn’t already aware the child you were carrying was his.

He watched your every movement “is that mine?” John didn’t want to assume that it was but his heart practically pounded out of his chest as he awaited your answer that came in the form of a nod.

You fiddled with the ring on your finger “you don’t know how relieved I am to see you.” The confession fell from your lips quicker than you could process it “me too.” He nodded in agreement as his hand reached over to hold yours.

If only you knew that he had someone else.

twenty seven weeks pregnant

When you had been told that there was another woman in John’s life you thought she was onboard with the fact that he wanted to be in his child’s life.

But as you got to know Allie she seemed to have an issue with everything that involved you and your baby. You couldn’t help but grow frustrated as you were sent things you had to do in order to keep your baby safe as per her request. That meant that you were sending the fitness instructor pictures of each meal you ate.

Part of you stupidly listened because you hated how gorgeous she was. Her hair lay perfectly on her head and the part that most people beat you on was that her clothes still fit her. But as she was one of those people it felt like a stab to your heart as she consistently flaunted John on her Instagram page that you were forced to follow.

Even as you were carrying his child it was clear to you that he held Allie higher than you in the line of importance to his life, hell she might have been higher than baby P too.

That was how you landed up on your couch staring at the newest picture that Allie had posted to her story of the flowers that John had given her “you know you can’t stare at that all day.” Alex sighed pulling your attention away from your phone.

It made you frown as you watched him snatch the silver iPhone out of your hands “hey!” You scoffed reaching out to get it “look I get you missing him but at least eat a cheese burger!” The hockey player hadn’t seen you give into any of your cravings and he was starting to get worried “I promise that I’m perfectly happy right now.” You sighed picking at your nail as you looked at the boy who placed his hand on top of yours.

“And I don’t miss John.”

But somehow even as you said that not even you could believe it.

twenty nine weeks pregnant

This week had taken you to what felt like hell and back as you had to learn what braxton hicks felt like “yeah she’s currently asleep.” Alex nodded tucking the blanket over only one of your feet as the left side of your body always seemed to overheat.

It made him smile as your hands instinctively clutched at the soft material beneath your fingertips “thanks for keeping an eye on her today.” John knew that Alex’s help had come to you on more days than just today. Yet his own jealousy stopped him from ever letting himself praise Alex for all that he had truly taken on.

Whilst John spent most mornings in the shower trying to wash away the guilt he felt as the image that came into his mind during those intimate moments with Allie as the face he thought of in those moments was in fact yours instead of hers.

Hearing that you were pregnant was in reality the moment he should have left Allie. The team clearly preferred you more and Allie truly didn’t like his mother or you. Whilst he knew it wasn’t an excuse John believed that you loved Alex more than you could ever truly love him, so for that John stayed away.

Yet all of that changed as he got ready to go to bed “she finally realise that she was overreacting?” Allie’s voice was irritated as John had been dangerously close to booking a flight to LA for only him.

It made John stop in his space “if y/n wasn’t scared today I’d be worried.” He spat shaking his head “and she has a name.” It had begun to get on his nerves how Allie continued to dismiss you.

What the hockey player didn’t expect was that she’d be the one to turn this into a fight “why do you care about y/n more than me?” The way she said your name with such venom it sent shivers down his spine “she’s carrying my child!” John spoke in a duh tone.

His tongue clicked as he shook his head “look if you can’t accept that then maybe we should be over.” With that Allie got up rolling her eyes “go fuck yourself Marino.” She spat getting up as she got out of bed moving to grab things that she needed.

That night was the last time Allie would see you or John for the rest of her life.

thirty one weeks pregnant

The day that you had all been waiting for was finally here as the Devils had come to town to play the Kings. And that meant John was spending the morning of his off time at your apartment. You two had been shopping for baby P when the issue of where you would spend your maternity leave came up.

It had you freeze in place as John stared at your laptop adding little Devils merchandise to a bag for baby P “y/n you like this one?” He asked turned to you as you remained silence.

It confused him as he didn’t know what was going on “where are we going to be raising them?” You looked like you wanted to cry as John placed his hand on your knee “move into my place.” It didn’t even take him a second to think about it as he nodded.

You let out a soft laugh in disbelief “with Allie around?” You shook your head as the thought made you sick “we broke up.” His words made you go silent.

Part of you wanted to excuse yourself as you aimed to head to your room to let out a cheer “I’m sorry.” As you rubbed your hand over his you decided to remain mature and quiet.

It made John laugh as he could see that you were holding back “you can tell me how much you hated her, go ahead.” the hockey player offered making you snort “she was such a bitch!” You got the words out over your giggles.

John smiled at your reaction “and I’d love to see Jersey with you.” You added once you had finally calmed down.

thirty five weeks pregnant

With the team playing in New York John didn’t even hesitate when he hopped into his car and made his way over to see you. Over the last few weeks John spent most nights falling asleep with you on FaceTime and with that he fell deeper in love with you.

What he didn’t know was that you felt the same way as you continued to babble to your belly about how much you cared for their father. Some nights you two even had the debates about what gender the baby was going to be as you didn’t want to know until you gave birth.

Whilst John didn’t agree with that logic it was something that he accepted your stance on. You lay on your side until you heard a knock at your hotel room door. Deciding to stay until next week before your maternity leave started as you would then only return to the team for with the start of the next season “John!” You gasped facing the boy as you opened the door.

His hands wrapped around your waist as he saw you “hey love.” John smiled pressing a kiss to your head.

It didn’t take you long to let him into the room as you two sat on your bed “what are you doing here?” You asking cocking your head.

He loved the sight of you in your sports bra and a pair of grey sweatpants “needed to see you.” John mumbled quietly noting how good your boobs looked “you okay?” He had told you about Allie leaving when you joked about why she had gone silent a mere three weeks ago.

John nodded sending you a smile “just missed you two.” Before you could respond to him baby P had kicked at your belly “look!” You cheered grabbing Johns hand so that he could finally this for the first time.

You looked up to see him smiling with big eyes as he stared at the little foot moving beneath his hands. Your heart tingled at the sight as you couldn’t help but stare at him in awe “John.” You whispered causing him to look up at you.

The distance between you both was barely there as Johns tongue ran over his lips “you’re so pretty.” His confession couldn’t have been heard from anywhere else in the hotel room as he brought his hand to cup your cheek.

Your eyes shut when his lips moved to capture yours in a kiss. It was sweet as you practically melted into his touch when his tongue swiped over your lower lip.

thirty seven weeks pregnant

You were surprised to say that you had been able to fly without a second look from anyone and even up until you got to John’s apartment “Al I literally can’t get pregnant again that’s useless!” You groaned walking into the elevator as you saw the gift that Alex had left in your handbag.

It made the boy smile on the other side of the phone “I’m making sure that P has a few more months than just nine between them and their younger siblings. Alex explained his logic making you roll your eyes “I’ve just gotten to Johns floor.” You announced as you saw the boy in the distance.

Alex took it as his cue to say his goodbyes “call you later!” He smiled hanging up knowing that you were so happy to go “hey baby.” John was quick to take your suitcase from you as he kissed your cheek “and hello to you too.” He added pressing his lips to your stomach covered by your T-shirt.

John wrapped his arm around you “how was your flight?” He asked bringing you into his apartment.

It made you laugh seeing how it was already baby proofed “it brought me here in one piece.” You had fallen asleep the moment you sat down and had to be woken up to get off of the plane “I can’t wait to show you this place.” The hockey player wrapped his arms around you as his head rested on your shoulder.

Even as you spent such a short amount of time in the apartment you already felt at ease as his cologne was a familiar scent that invaded your nostrils “can’t wait to see it.” You kissed his temple totally unaware of the plans fate had for you as John was going to ask you to be his girlfriend that night.

forty weeks pregnant

Your tired body lay against the mattress of the hospital bed as after six hours of labour Paige Marino was born “she’s got your eyes.” John pointed out kissing your forehead to check that you were still awake “but she eats like her dad.” On the occasion that she wasn’t latching onto your breast then she was in his arms.

You loved how she stared at you both “we did really well though.” You added pressing your lips against Johns lips as your fingers hooked under his chin “made the prettiest girl out there.” His words made Paige gurgle a series of noises at him as she was wide awake.

Whilst you knew that your friends would be on their way to see you guys soon so for now you were going to enjoy the moment you had together “I love you.” John didn’t even flinch or hesitate when those words came from you “I love you too.”

From that day on John would say those words to you 12,342 times twenty of which were on your wedding day.

He’d hold your hand as you two welcomed your second child Jason into his world and he’d still be holding it when you took your final breath on this earth decades later.

Over those years your worlds had merged as they grew into something greater. One that stood to be the story of time.

One that was full of love.

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130 Number One Hits of the ‘80s (1986-1987)

I recognize most of these songs and/or artists. Some favorites, some standards, some over-played, some “oh I remember hearing that get sampled”, and “oh that’s a cover song, nice”.

Why am I posting it here? I don’t quite know. I’m cleaning out some bookmarks, and there’s stuff here I want to listen to later. I’ve already added ‘em to my “batch listen” playlist, but I thought I’d post the main vid here. Then, if/when I post those later, I can say “hey, this is where I re-found the song”. I guess? Idk.

Track list below the cut, presented in alphabetical order:

1. A-ha - The Sun Always Shines on TV 2. Atlantic Starr - Secret Lovers 3. Atlantic Starr - Always 4. Bananarama - Venus 5. The Bangles - Walk Like an Egyptian 6. Bee Gees - You Win Again 7. Belinda Carlisle - Mad About You 8. Belinda Carlisle - Heaven Is a Place on Earth 9. Ben E. King - Stand by Me 10. Berlin - Take My Breath Away

11. Bill Medley & Jennifer Warnes - (I've Had) The Time of My Life 12. Billy Idol - Mony Mony 13. Billy Ocean - When the Going Gets Tough, the Tough Get Going 14. Billy Ocean - There'll Be Sad Songs (To Make You Cry) 15. Billy Vera & The Beaters - At This Moment 16. Bob Seger - Shakedown 17. Bon Jovi - You Give Love a Bad Name 18. Bon Jovi - Livin' on a Prayer 19. Boris Gardner - I Wanna Wake Up with You 20. Boston - Amanda

21. Boy George - Everything I Own 22. Bruce Hornsby & the Range - The Way It Is 23. C.C. Catch - Soul Survivor 24. Chris de Burgh - The Lady in Red 25. Chris Norman - Midnight Lady 26. Cliff Richard and the Young Ones - Living Doll 27. Club Nouveau - Lean on Me 28. Cock Robin - The Promise You Made 29. The Communards - Don't Leave Me This Way 30. Crowded House - Don't Dream It's Over

31. Cutting Crew - (I Just) Died in Your Arms 32. Cyndi Lauper - True Colors 33. Desireless - Voyage Voyage 34. Diana Ross - Chain Reaction 35. Dionne and Friends - That's What Friends Are for 36. Doctor and the Medics - Spirit in the Sky 37. Duran Duran - Notorious 38. El DeBarge - Who's Johnny 39. Eros Ramazzotti - Adesso Tu 40. Europe - The Final Countdown

41. Falco - Rock Me Amadeus 42. Falco - Jeanny, Part 1 43. Falco - Coming Home (Jeanny Part 2) 44. Ferry Aid - Let It Be 45. Frankie Goes to Hollywood - Rage Hard 46. Genesis - Invisible Touch 47. George Michael - A Different Corner 48. George Michael & Aretha Franklin - I Knew You Were Waiting (For Me) 49. George Michael - I Want Your Sex 50. George Michael - Faith

51. Glass Tiger - Don't Forget Me (When I'm Gone) 52. Gregory Abbott - Shake You Down 53. Heart - These Dreams 54. Heart - Alone 55. The Housemartins - Caravan of Love 56. Huey Lewis and the News - Stuck with You 57. Huey Lewis and the News - Jacob's Ladder 58. The Human League - Human 59. Icehouse - Electric Blue 60. Jackie Wilson - Reet Petite

61. Jan Hammer - Crockett's Theme 62. Janet Jackson - What Have You Done for Me Lately 63. Janet Jackson - When I Think of You 64. Jennifer Rush - The Power of Love 65. Joe Cocker - You Can Leave Your Hat On 66. John Farnham - You're the Voice 67. Kim Wilde - You Keep Me Hangin' On 68. Kylie Minogue - Locomotion 69. Level 42 - Lessons in Love 70. Lisa Lisa and Cult Jam - Head to Toe 71. Lisa Lisa and Cult Jam - Lost in Emotion 72. Los Lobos - La Bamba 73. Madonna - Live to Tell 74. Madonna - Papa Don't Preach 75. Madonna - True Blue 76. Madonna - Open Your Heart 77. Madonna - La Isla Bonita 78. Madonna - Who's That Girl 79. MARRS - Pump Up the Volume 80. Matia Bazar - Ti Sento

81. MC Miker G & Deejay Sven - Holiday Rap 82. Mel & Kim - Showing Out (Get Fresh at the Weekend) 83. Mel & Kim - Respectable 84. Miami Sound Machine - Conga 85. Michael Jackson - I Just Can't Stop Loving You 86. Michael Jackson - Bad 87. Modern Talking - Brother Louie 88. Modern Talking - Atlantis Is Calling (SOS for Love) 89. Modern Talking - Geronimo's Cadillac 90. Mr. Mister - Kyrie

91. Nu Shooz - I Can't Wait 92. Patti LaBelle & Michael McDonald - On My Own 93. Pet Shop Boys - West End Girls 94. Pet Shop Boys - It's a Sin 95. Pet Shop Boys - Always on My Mind 96. Peter Cetera - Glory of Love 97. Peter Cetera & Amy Grant - The Next Time I Fall 98. Peter Gabriel - Sledgehammer 99. Prince and the Revolution - Kiss 100. Pseudo Echo - Funkytown

101. Richard Sanderson - Reality 102. Rick Astley - Never Gonna Give You Up 103. Rick Astley - Whenever You Need Somebody 104. Robbie Nevil - C'est la Vie 105. Robert Palmer - Addicted to Love 106. Sam Cooke - Wonderful World 107. Samantha Fox - Touch Me 108. Simply Red - Holding Back the Years 109. Spagna - Easy Lady 110. Stacey Q - Two of Hearts

111. Starship - Sara 112. Starship - Nothing's Gonna Stop Us Now 113. Status Quo - In the Army Now 114. Stéphanie - Ouragan/ Irresistible 115. Steve Winwood - Higher Love 116. T'Pau - Heart and Soul 117. T'Pau - China in Your Hand 118. Tiffany - I Think We're Alone Now 119. Timex Social Club - Rumours 120. Tina Turner - Typical Male

121. U2 - With or Without You 122. U2 - I Still Haven't Found What I'm Looking For 123. Vanessa Paradis - Joe le taxi 124. Wang Chung - Everybody Have Fun Tonight 125. Wham! - The Edge of Heaven 126. Whitesnake - Here I Go Again 127. Whitney Houston - How Will I Know 128. Whitney Houston - The Greatest Love of All 129. Whitney Houston - I Wanna Dance with Somebody (Who Loves Me) 130. Whitney Houston - Didn't We Almost Have It All

Most of these are vicious earworms. Steve Winwood’s “Higher Love” has been eating at my brain for the last week or so.

#music #video #nostalgia #music video #80s music #idk how to tag this #clearing drafts

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bug-catcher-in-viridian-forest · 3 years

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BBC SHERLOCK

I figured out people on mobile can’t see my pages and so cannot access my bbc sherlock meta, ergo a post.

See also:

The Speckled Blonde / BedSharing

BedSharing Pt. 2 and Insecure Sherlock

BedSharing Pt. 3

Whispers in the Dark by coloured_ink (G, 833 w., 1 Ch. || Bed Sharing, Anxious Sherlock, Anxiety, Caring John, Spooning, Little Spoon Sherlock) – Sherlock has anxiety attacks. Good thing John always knows what to do.

Easy like Sunday Morning by lbmisscharlie (G, 910 w., 1 Ch. || Fluff, Breakfast in Bed, Epic Friendship, Platonics/Domestics) – John and Sherlock and their lazy, dysfunctional Sunday mornings in bed. In which Sherlock has difficulty sleeping and John makes lots of toast. Shameless fluff. Part 1 of No Mushrooms Please

Settling In by PorcupineGirl (T, 1,030 w., 1 Ch. || Ace Sherlock/Straight-Biromo John, Queerplatonic Relationship, Fluff) – Asexual!Sherlock/Straight!John in a queerplatonic romantic relationship. It’s a bit of an oddball, but anything fluffy and loving and nonporny will be endlessly and forever adored. It’s always fun to see the two work out that hey, we’re in love, we don’t have sex, but it’s still a wonderful and meaningful relationship.

The First Night by TheForerunner (NR, 1,043 w., 1 Ch. || ACD Canon || First Time, Fluff, Non-Explicit, Prose) – When all was over, Sherlock reached to dress again and John reached to stop him. They sat at opposite ends of the bed and one set of eyes surveyed the other’s set of limbs, and they were quiet in the downbeat, melody suspended. Sherlock was sheepish, and this confused John, who now smelled of his companion and felt they were part of one another.

The Cure for Snoring by Goddess_of_the_Night (G, 1,278 w., 1 Ch. || Sleepy Conversations, Bed Sharing, Cuddling, Fluff, Domestic, Platonic / Sleepy Cuddles) – Sherlock and John spend the night in Scotland after finishing a case. The sole Inn in town only has one room left…one bed. This would be fine - if not a bit awkward - if Sherlock hadn’t developed a habit of snoring loudly. John suffers through many hours of sleeplessness before he discovers that skin-to-skin contact stops the noise. Part 1 of Dreamscapes

In Dreams by Youarethelightoftheworld (T, 1,340 w., 1 Ch. || Falling in Love, Accidental Cuddling, Snuggling, Fluff, Romance, Domestic Fluff) – Every once and a while, the dark makes it easier to see.

Moonshine by CKLizzy (T, 1,408 w., 1 Ch. || Cuddling / Snuggling, Touching, Dev. Rel., Bed Sharing, Comfort, Touching) – Sometimes, routines changed. Sequel to “Nightfall”. Part 2 of Solace

So, this is normal for us now? by TooManyChoices (M, 1,445 w., 1 Ch. || Bed Sharing, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Est. Rel., Cuddles) – John and Sherlock have been sharing a flat, and a life for some time. This is a story of how the glacially slow movement of their relationship makes another agonising crawl forward another inch.

To Sleep, Perchance to…Cuddle by nerdyandiknowit (NR, 1,563 w., 1 Ch || Sleepy Cuddles, Fluff, Stubborn Sherlock, Bedsharing, Cuddles & Snuggles) – Almost immediately after they got together Sherlock formed this dependency on John-he could not (or would not as John believes) sleep without John being there, in bed, next to him.

Random Numbers by songlin (T, 1,671 w., 1 Ch. || Ace Sherlock / Straight John, Cuddling / Snuggling, Massage, Hand Holding, Bed Sharing, Fluff, Post-TRF, Slice of Life) – A collection of moments in the relationship of asexual!Sherlock and straight!John.

3:00 in the Morning is a Great Time to Talk by Aztecwarfareandcrumping (K+, 1,775 w., 1 Ch. || Hurt / Comfort, Friendship, Bed Sharing, First Person POV John, Cuddling, Worried Sherlock, Comforting John, Platonic Affection/Love) – “Are you trying to talk your way into my bed?” “Obviously.”

Caught by Salambo06 (E, 1,859 w., 1 Ch. || Frottage, First Time / Kiss, Bed Sharing, Wet Dreams, POV John, Masturbation) – A hotel room. They’re here for a case, hadn’t planned to spend the night and ended up sharing a room. No, sharing a bed. Suddenly John is very much aware of his own hand closed around his hard cock and the ragged breathing next to him. Closing his eyes for the briefest second, John dares to turn his head just enough to confirm what he already knows. Sherlock, on his side, watching him.

Baskerville After Dark by Ttime42 (T, 1,921 w., 1 Ch. || THoB, Friendship, Humor, Bed Sharing, Missing Scenes, Cranky John, Cuddles) – John and Sherlock have to share a bed at Baskerville. Gen, but can be preslash.

The Lie-In by KendylGirl (M, 2,000 w., 1 Ch. || POV Sherlock, Bed Sharing, Fluff, True Love, Introspection) – Five months after his return, John and Sherlock spend a day in bed. Part 2 of When to Let Go

Tangential by Bitenomnom (NR, 2,047 w., 1 Ch. || Ace Sherlock, Fluff and Love, Cuddles, Friendship, Sherlock is a Kept Man, Sherlock Divorces his Work, Nightmares) – In which John stitches up Sherlock’s head (but not really), Sherlock comes into John’s room at night to take his laptop (but not really), Sherlock is married to his Work (but not really), and John is more than proficient at keeping Sherlock (really, definitely). Part 48 of Mathematical Proof

Feel your breathing by Mixxy (T, 2,129 w., 1 Ch. || Post-TRF, Cuddling, Separation Anxiety, Platonics) – And he was numb yet feeling far too much, he was back on that pavement, and his mind was buzzing far too hard, whispering you didn’t do it in time, Mrs. Hudson is dead, Lestrade is dead, your John is dead dead dead- And then John’s hand was around his wrist, thumb rubbing over his pulse point, and Sherlock’s not sure if it was to comfort him or John but either way it worked.

Assurance by belovedmuerto (T, 2,382 w., 1 Ch. || Bed-Sharing, Friends to Lovers, Fluff, Idiots in Love) – It’s not so much the ‘you’re half-dead, you wanker,’ or even the broken ribs, the hairline fracture of the pelvis, the dislocated shoulder and knee, and the wrenched ankle.

Lie-In by scullyseviltwin (E, 2,540 w., 1 Ch. || Bed Sharing, Morning After, Fluff) – “I can’t believe you drank an entire bottle of wine.”

Nothing Left Untouched by ForeverShippingJohnlock (K+, 2,617 w., 1 Ch. || Friendship, Romance, Bed Sharing, Oblivious Sherlock, Anxious/Worried Sherlock, Grumpy John, Fluff and Cuddles) – Sherlock rearranges the flat. So what if John’s bedroom is now a research library. It’s not like John needs a bedroom, he can share with Sherlock. They’re friends and John has obviously slept in close quarters with men before and it’s not like Sherlock sleeps much anyway. It’ll be fine.

Turn the key, and come home by TooManyChoices (M, 2,718 w., 1 Ch. || First Kiss / Time, Angst With a Happy Ending, Emotional Messes, Implied Sex, Angst and Humour, Bed Sharing, Post-TRF) – Sherlock and John have been dancing around what’s between them for years. Will John return to Baker Street, and if so, will things ever be the same?

BBCSH ‘The Comfort of Company’ by tigersilver (T, 2,769 w., 1 Ch. || Post-TRF/Mary, Hurt/Comfort, Romance, Bed Sharing, Grumpy John, Touching, Clingy/Handsy Sherlock, Cranky Sherlock, Fluff and Light Angst) – It’s a trope that John and Sherlock end up sharing in the same bed eventually and I admit I do adore it unconditionally, along with all it infers as to the lowering of defenses and the heightening of trust. I put forth for your consideration that the notion persists because those who think about these things realize these two men are each in dire need of some good company.

Affirmation by jamlockk (E, 3,096 w., 1 Ch. || First Time, Dev. Rel., PWP, Love Declarations, Emotional/Overwhelmed Sherlock, Comforting/Caring John, Gross Fluff) – “Sunlight dappled John’s skin, casting a glow across his spreadeagled form as he dozed among the rumpled sheets. Sherlock knew the expression on his face was hopelessly soft but for once did not care about showing his true feelings so openly. He simply stood there, in the doorway, gazing at the impossibly beautiful man currently snuffling softly in his slumber.” Part 8 of All the ways we love

After the Bombs by VampirePam (T, 3,337 w., 2 Ch. || THoB AU, Drugs, John’s PTSD, Panic Attack, Nightmares, Caring Sherlock, Cuddles, Bed Sharing, Angst, Hurt/Comfort) – In which the drugs Sherlock used to dose John trigger a severe episode of PTSD. When terrors old and new cause John to fall apart, Sherlock must rectify his mistake and pick up the pieces.

Measuring Damage With the Fujita Scale by teahigh (T, 3,548 w., 1 Ch. || First Kiss / Time, Vacation / Holidays, Friends to Lovers, Bed-Sharing, Pining Sherlock, Sherlock POV, Angsty Fluff, Scars, Awkward Talks) – John goes back into town, into the storm, and Sherlock realises he forgot to say, “I just want to be alone with you.”

Stay by msdisdain (M, 3,561 w., 1 Ch. || First Kiss / Time, Angst / H/C, Bed Sharing, Nightmares, Blow Jobs, Anal) – John’s nightmares are nothing new. Sherlock’s inability to ignore them, however, is.

The Second Law of Thermodynamics by entanglednow (T, 3,614 w., 1 Ch. || Asexual Sherlock, Bed Sharing, Sharing Body Heat) – In which there’s no heating and there’s a dead owl in Sherlock’s bed. Part 1 of Thermodynamics

On Hiatus: Rotterdam (T, 4,240 w., 1 Ch. || Friendship, Drama, Couple For A Case, Post-TRF, John Joins Sherlock, No Slash) – “Used them after uni a bit. Purely for research purposes, of course,“ Sherlock said tiredly, head lolling against John’s shoulder.” Sherlock goes on a mission alone, or: Two blokes in a luxury hotel in the Netherlands. Non-linear timeline. Set during the Hiatus.

Everything by patternofdefiance (E, 4,409 w., 1 Ch. || Snuggles and Cuddles, Bed Sharing, Frottage, Vulnerable Sherlock) – John wakes up with an armful of Sherlock. This – situation – is unusual, yes, and definitely unfamiliar, but in no way does it feel wrong. Rather, it feels the exact opposite. Part 13 of I Blame Tumblr

One Day Like This by nondeducible (E, 4,872 w., 1 Ch. || First Time, Bed-Sharing, Romance, Fluff, Virgin Sherlock) – When Sherlock emerged from the bathroom, the sight before him nearly took his breath away. The only light in the room was the small lamp on the bedside table. John’s skin shone like gold, his hair like the purest silver. He was on his side, facing the empty part of the bed, his outstretched hands ready to embrace whoever climbed in next to him. Sherlock could imagine, just for a second, that this was their shared bed and he was coming back to settle into John’s arms.

Sleeping next to you by Salambo06 (E, 5,018 w, 1 Ch. || ASiB Fic, Bed Sharing, Frottage, Mutual Masturbation, Rimming, Anal, First Kiss/Time) – Based on an Anonymous Prompt: “So, that scene from ASiB when Mrs H has been attacked by the american CIA guy & John, Sherlock & she are in Mrs H’s kitchen when John says "She’ll have to sleep upstairs in our flat tonight. We need to look after her.” to which Sherlock replies with “no”. John of course suggested that because he cares about her safety, but maybe he also did it cause he /wanted/ that to happen. What if they finally agreed on letting her have John’s or Sherlock’s bed & J&S sleep in the same one?“ Part 12 of Tumblr Collection

What Happens in Vegas (is legally binding in the United Kingdom) by moonblossom (E, 5,051 w., 1 Ch. || Accidental Marriage, Friends to Husbands to Lovers, CSI Crossover, Fluff & Porn, Bathtub Sex, Hand Jobs, First Time) – When a case sends the boys to Vegas, John comes out of it with a bit more than he bargained for. Part 19 of Prompt Fills, Remixes, Works inspired by others

Bed-Sharing Between Flatmates by testosterone_tea (T, 5,053 w., 1 Ch. || 5 and Ones, Bed Sharing, PTSD John, Science, Whump, Insecure Sherlock, Asexual Sherlock) – 5 times Sherlock had an excuse to share John’s bed, and the one time he didn’t need one.

To Sleep, Perchance to Smother Your Flatmate with a Pillow by Linpatootie (G, 5,308 w., 1 Ch. || Bedsharing, It’s an Experiment, Fluff and Humour) - Sherlock wants to conduct a sleep study of sorts. John contemplates smothering him with a pillow. Part 1 of Two Coffees One Black One with Sugar Please

Adjacent by weeesi (E, 5,711 w., 1 Ch. || Bed Sharing, Fluff and Smut, Pining Idiots, On a Trip, Frottage) – Sherlock and John spend the night at a hotel in adjoining rooms, and keep finding excuses to visit each other’s rooms, until WHOOPS they’re sharing a bed.

I can’t pretend by Salambo06 (E, 7,692 w., 1 Ch. || Fake Relationship, Victor Trevor, Jealous John, Miscommunications, Bed Sharing, Love Confessions, First Kiss/Time, Anal, BJs) – They had arrived more than a hour ago, and the moment they had walked inside the hotel reception, John had understood why Sherlock hadn’t wanted to come. Two men, posh suits and expensive watches on their wrists, had come to greet them with sharp remarks and badly hidden mockery, and John had seen red. Sherlock hadn’t said anything, mostly ignoring the two men entirely, and without thinking twice about it, John had slid an arm around Sherlock’s waist and introduced himself as his husband.

A Terrific Soporific by antietamfalls (T, 11,269 w., 1 Ch. || Bed Sharing, Sleepy Cuddles, Fluff, Insomnia, Experiments, Ace Sherlock) – Sherlock, a long-time sufferer of insomnia, is forced to share a bed with John at a hotel while on a case. To his astonishment, he finds that spending the night next to John helps him sleep and becomes determined to maneuver himself back into John’s bed.

The River Variations by withoutawish (T, 11,619 w., 1 Ch. || Soulmates, Emotional Hurt / Comfort, Three Garridebs, Romance, Light Case Fic, Near Death Experience, Angst and Fluff, Dark Humour) – John Watson never knew that he wanted a ‘no toast in the mornings’ normal until he realized what an honor it is to be destroyed by Sherlock Holmes.

Always the sun by Rose de Sharon (K+, 12,377 w., 3 Ch. || Song Fic, Alternate Post-TGG, Friendship/Bromance, Hurt/Comfort, Introspection / Reflection, Injury Recovery, Obsessive / Protective Sherlock, Nightmares, John’s Past, Bed Sharing / Cuddles) – Sherlock ponders about how much his life has changed since John has become his flatmate.

Shuteye Shenanigans by Ayakae (K+, 13,263 w., 8 Ch. || Post-TRF, Friendship / Epic Bromance, John’s Nightmares, Angsty Fluff, Bed Sharing, Humour, Cuddles, Taking Care of Each Other, Domestics) – John Watson has never slept with Sherlock Holmes. Never ever ever. And never will, thank you very much. Well, there was that one time, but John didn’t count that. It was completely different, just like the second time it happened. And the third. And the fourth. Epic bromance, but it can be read as pre-slash if you wish.

Knotted by naughtyspirit (E, 23,166 w., 4 Ch. || UST/URT, Cuddling, Sharing Body Heat, Confessions, Kissing, Mastrubation, Frustration, BAMF!John) – John has to cancel a date because of Sherlock’s case, which leads them to be tied up in a basement from which they have to escape. They get wet, get tied up close and John has to step up and save them. Because he’s pretty. And hot. And just a little bit of a BAMF.

Here Comes The Sun by JennLynn77 (E, 32,126 w., 15 Ch. || Post S4/TFP, John Whump, Caring Sherlock, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Friends to Lovers, Emotional Sex, First Time, Virgin Sherlock, Switchlock, Cuddling/Snuggling, Surgery/Injury Recovery, Endearments, Anal, Hand Jobs, Porn with Feels) – John suffers an injury and needs surgery. Sherlock, and those around him, help John recover. Along the way, John and Sherlock realise what they mean to each other, and what they’ve had together all this time.

Bedtime Stories by Liketheriver (M, 34,388 w., 1 Ch. || Emotional H/C, Romance, Angst & Humour, Bed Sharing, John First Person, TRF, John Whump) – John’s POV during Season 2 and beyond when Sherlock takes up semi-permanent residence in his bed. A collection of codas and missing scenes wrapped up into one long fic and topped with a bow that takes the story beyond Reichenbach and into happy territory once more. Part 1 of Bedtime Universe

A Love with No Name Series by aceofhearts61 (G to M, 49,955 w. across 20 stories || Asexual Sherlock / Straight John, Est. Rel, Queerplatonic Relationship, Romance, Cuddling, Fluff, Platonic Romance, Domestics) – In which Asexual!Sherlock and Straight!John are platonically in love life partners.

#steph replies #johnlock fic recs #bedsharing #my fic recs #Anonymous #accidental bedsharing #long post #e-rated fics #oops there's a bed

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misslisterkeepsajournal · 4 years

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1826 Friday 10 March

6 1/4 11 1/2

Wrote my letter to Mr. K- [Kershaw] the substance that I had just determined before receiving his letter to offer him 9/. a yard for the 1364 yards, or, if we could not agree 12/. a yard for the 52 yards - asked to look at his plan of the ground, and to consider of the matter till Wednesday when he should have my answer - wrote a note to Mr. Oates the architect to let me have his valuation of Northgate as soon as possible -

Sent my letter (to Mr. Kershaw Savile Green) and note and went out at 8 1/2 Jackman and his 3 sons setting a large stone over the open drain in the hall wood and squaring the flags and laying the flagging away along the bottom of it - William Jackman helping John Booth and Joseph Smith to fill the carts with earth to level up the hollow at the bottom of the wood all along the old com-dike - Mr. Carr (of the white swan Inn) came very civilly to offer me a fine pea-cock and peahen - mentioned my obligation, but, being about to leave here to go abroad, would ask if my father would like to have them - mentioned Godley - hoped, if we ever thought of selling it, he would let me have the 1st refusal, which he promised, saying he would now sell me the whole or any part - he gave £1800 for it, and had laid out as much - asked £4000 for the whole - I ought to have 3 1/2, then he said 3 percent if I bought it - he would give me £120 a year a permanent rent for it - the cottages let for £25 a year, all the tenants good - 28 days work of land - said it was not convenient to me to buy now - but wished to know what he would take a days work for the land, if I bought a small part - he would consider of it, and let me know on Monday morning - mused upon this and talked it over with my aunt at breakfast - breakfast at 10 1/4 -

Went out again to the men at 11 3/4 - my aunt carried in an arm-chair thro' the garden and brought to us at the new walk - sat a little here and there, and walked a very little - got as far as what used to be the plantation, and seemed to enjoy and be better for it, and staid out near an hour - about 1 1/2 set off to Lightcliffe - Mr. W.P- [William Priestley] not at home - 20 minutes sauntering about while Mrs. P- [Priestley] dined - a man doing them some wire-railing to turn sheep - each post (I counted 70) worth 3/. setting and wiring to be charged 4/. per post - Sat talking to Mrs. P- [Priestley] till 5 - then she walked back with me almost as far as Mitholm, and I returned with her that I did not get home till 6 20/60 - Told her (to tell Mr. P- [Priestley]) all about Mr. Kershaw's ground, Godley, etc. and about my fathers liking to come here and being all afloat his proposal to turn the Dolt new footpath and the brook all which surprised her - said my residence here for some time to come was uncertain, and would be till I could settle which would not be till I had some friend ready to settle with me - wished I had one now - it would be a great comfort to my aunt as well as myself - we might remain abroad some time - did not think my aunt could get over another winter here, nor could she do very well anywhere in England on account of the dampness of the air -

Note from Mr. Oates - values Northgate house (observing it is not in very good repair) and 6 days work of ground at £95 a year - his charge for valuing, a guinea - Dinner at 6 1/2 - tea and coffee at 8 - very fine warm day - Barometer 4 1/2 degrees above changeable Fahrenheit 58° at 9 20/60 p.m. at which hour came up to bed - (my father and Marian were here this afternoon) (Mr Robinson has all but got them the money for Mr Eadon) - read the article in the last Quarterly review (no. [number] 75) from page 186 to 205 apparently good in favour of repealing the usury laws - then wrote the journal of yesterday all but the last 7 lines - E..O.. - No fire in my room all today (nor this morning on getting up) for the 1st time this year -

Reference: SH:7/ML/E/9/0068

#anne lister #anne lister code breaker #gentleman jack #1826

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tarons-girl · 5 years

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Here we go again

A/N- I would have posted this earlier but I had a little writers block but thanks to @primaba11erina for helping me with that

Part 2

I don’t if I should do a part three, let me know if you want another one

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Y/N P.O.V

Last night was a night you would never forget, the feelings, the affection, it was amazing

You woke to the feeling of light on your eyes, “good morning” you whispered to dean while kissing his forehead, you got up to go cook breakfast ‘damn we need to go grocery shopping’ I thought to myself ‘I guess I can run to the store while he’s still asleep’ I went to our room and found an outfit quietly so I didn’t wake dean, I went over to his night stand and grabbed a piece of paper an a pen I wrote “Hey babe I went to the grocery store, I’ll be back xoxo- Y/N 8:30”

I took his keys an drove his car, which I don’t like driving his car because it’s a straight drive it’s not as easy as driving a manual, I was at a stoplight an a black Subaru pulled up beside me, I had my windows rolled up but I was still scared so I locked the doors, I look over to the car when I did I regretted it, a ruger SP101 was staring right back at me, I never have been so afraid in my life I floored the gas peddle before he pulled the trigger the blullets hit my back windshield, “holy fuck holy fuck” I kept repeating to myself, I grabbed for my phone but it fell “shit!” I said to myself, I tryed grabbing for it but it was to far away, I got back up an saw the Subaru still following me, I turned into a parking lot of an abandoned store, I looked back again an I didn’t see them I was relieved

I stopped my car in the back of the store, I grabbed my phone I tryed dialing deans number but my hands were shaking to much, I heard screeching come from the front of the store “shit!” I yelled, I got out of the car an ran into the woods, I ran for about 5 minutes before I saw a highway an a store I looked behind me I didn’t see them so I thought I was safe, I was almost to the store when I felt a sharp pain on the back of my head then it all went black

Deans P.O.V

I woke up to the feeling of the other side of my bed empty, I opened my eyes Y/N was gone ‘she might be in the kitchen’ I thought to myself, I got up to use the bathroom, I looked on the mirror when I was done I touched my face lightly ‘look like shit’ I laughed slightly I walked back into my room to get dressed for the day when I saw a note on top of my phone “hey babe I went to the grocery store, I’ll be back xoxo-Y/N 8:30” I put the note down and grabbed my phone it read 10:30, ‘2 hours?’ I called her but it went straight to voicemail ‘wth?’ Her phone is always on

I got dressed, I called jo “hey man Y/N went grocery shopping this morning an she hasn’t came back an I’m getting worried” jo didn’t speak for a minute “she’s probably still shopping” I could hear him shuffling around “for 2 hours jo? An I called her an it went straight to voicemail” I said putting my shoes on “ok yea that is kinda weird her phones always on, ok I’m on my way” he said ending the call ‘fuck! I hope she’s ok”

Jo got there in 5 minutes “so the closest grocery store is, the one on Main Street” jo said driving out of my driveway I nodded “we can check there first” he said speeding up alil “jo I hope she’s ok” I said with worried coming off my voice “I’m sure she is dean, she’s a tough girl” he said reassuring me, I knew she was but I was still worried

We got to the grocery store, “hi can we speak to your manager please” jo asked one of the workers “sure” he said an he took us to the back of the store “John they ask to see you” the worker said an walked away “hi nice to meet you” I said shaking his hand jo follows my lead “have you seen this girl today?” I showed him a picture of Y/N “no I haven’t but I can see if my workers have” He said taking the picture and walking up front, he asked every worker they all said they haven’t seen her today “can we check the surveillance cameras?” I asked him “um sure” he said looking at me confused, we all walked back to his office “what time do you wanna see?” He asked “8:30 to 10:30” I said, he played back the cameras

We didn’t see anything till 9:15, “wait slow it down!” I yelled he slowed it down “that’s your car!” Jo said yelling, “now play it with the sound” I said looking closely all I heard were gun shots “omg” I said “dean look” jo pointed out someone out of the window shooting at the car, my heart sunk, I ran out the store ‘I think I’m gonna be sick’ I thought to myself , i sat in the car waiting for jo

I saw him walk out with a map on his hand “ what’s that?” I asked him when he got In “it’s a map, I have marked down the places I saw your car at” He said cranking the car “ok follow this road right here” I instructed jo, he turned, we drove for a while before we turned into a abandoned store parking lot, he parked the car “there’s nothing here” I said to him “let’s look around back” he said already walking that way, we got around the store an I saw my car, I ran over to it there was no one inside but the other door was open, I walked over to the other side “fuck jo were is she!” I yelled “I don’t know dean!” He yelled back, I looked around for clues, there was note on the front windshield I grabbed it “we have Y/N, shes is hurt meet me at the abandoned warehouse in the valley ALONE” i read, I looked at jo he was as worried as I was

Y/N P.O.V

“Wake up bitch” I felt a slap on my cheek, I opened my eyes there was a bright light on me I could barely see “hello Y/N remember me?” I heard a voice say “well I can’t fucking see you dipshit” I spat at him another slap landed on my cheek I spit out some blood, a face popped up in front of me ‘Zach!’ “Why Am I tied up Zach!” I said to him trying to get out of the ropes I felt someone behind me hold my hands from moving “well sweetheart, I didnt like what dean to me the other day” he said caressing my cheek I moved my head, he grabbed my face “don’t fucking move when I’m touching you” I tryed moving again but his grip got tighter, he put a gun to my head

“you think dean will miss you?” He asked me cocking the gun, he was gonna pull the trigger but I heard a door shut an so did he, he put the gun away he walked over to the window “o look who it is......deano” he said smirking at me “ don’t you fucking hurt him!” I yelled he stalked over to me “o sweetheart I’m gonna do more then hurt him” he said pulling his gun out again, “ DEAN HE HAS A GUN RUN!” I yell so loud I think the neighbor hood could hear, I was punched in the face, I was knocked out

Deans P.O.V

“DEAN HE HAS A GUN RUN!” I heard Y/N yell, I looked up to the window a gun was fired my way I ducked before it hit me, me an hi ran for cover behind the car “shit shit shit” I said “Dean the person I wanted to see, I told you to come alone?” I heard a man yell , I looked through the car window, “Zach I’m gonna fucking kill you!” I yell at him “I would love to see you try” he said to me again before firing more shots twords us “I’ll distract him, you get the guns in the back of my car” jo said handing me the keys, I nodded “ hey motherfuckers” jo yelled running behind a broken down car, they all started to shoot at him

I snuck behind the car an opened the trunk, there was a duffle bag in there I grabbed it an ran we’re jo was “ok I got it” I said he grabbed from me, he gave me a pistol an he grabbed a pistol too, “ok on the count of three were gonna run in there” jo said cocking his gun, I cocked mine too “I’m ready” I said “1...2...3” he said we both started running to the building they were shooting at us “shit shit shit” I said while running, we got in there an I walked down a hall way

I looked around the hallways An didn’t see anything “you check that room I’ll check that one” I said walking over to the room “ok” jo said walking to the other one, I opened mine really fast no one I heard a gun shot behind me, I turned around really fast an saw a man on the ground “jo are u ok?” I asked him “yea I’m fine” I walked father down the hall

Two men ran around the corner shooting at us we had to duck into the rooms, one walked in the room I was in, it was dark so he couldn’t see me, he walked right pass me I got up an hit him in the back of the head, he fell to the ground, I heard another gun shot, I cocked mine an ran out the room jo met me in the middle, he nodded I heard a scream

Y/N P.O.V

I screamed, Zach stabbed my leg “how do you think your boyfriend would feel of his girlfriend was stabbed huh” he said moving the knife “FUCK! YOU!” I screamed at him he slapped me, I was dazed, but when he made his guards to get dean I managed to almost out of my ropes “I’m gonna make you watch me kill your boyfriend” he spat at me while walking away

I pulled at my ropes alil but an I was free, I couldn’t go no where cause there was a knife in my leg, ‘I have to get this out of my leg’ I thought to myself, I grabbed it I whimpered I started to pull it out but the pain was to much but I couldn’t stop now, with one swift movement I pulled it out, I was breathing heavily I got up from my chair

I was walking to a door when one of Zach’s people came in “what are you doing out of your chair” he asked me, I didn’t even give him an answer I just punched him in the face

(I couldn’t find a good gif to go with it)

He swung at me but I ducked just in time, I pulled his head down on my knee , an punched him one good time he was almost out, I grabbed his shirt an stabbed him, he fell

I walked to the hallways which led to the room I heard someone walking an I got prepared, I swung at the person who came around the corner he ducked an held me, I looked at him “dean?!” I said while hugging him he hugged me back “dean watch out!” Jo yelled I looked up an saw Zach running at us I pushed dean out the way

Zach tackled me but dean grabbed him from behind An wrapped a cord around his neck (if your seen billionaire boys club this is the same part as dean killed that one man) he struggling to breath he was grabbing at the rope, I wiggled from right under him I stood up beside jo watching dean, he broke his neck, I winced so did jo

Dean got up from were he was, he looked at me “are you ok?” He said looking me over “I’m fine dean” I said hugging him “I love you Y/N so much” he said in the crook of my neck my heart fluttered “I love you to dean”

We went home and cleaned are selfs up “ we have another meet tomorrow” I yelled to dean he groaned “here we go again”

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☼ - appearance headcanon

Ahhhhhhh Jakey-boi. My walking contradiction.

Dude simultaneously cannot give a single solitary fuck… and is shockingly vain. Like let’s take a look at this little shit:

Credit to @hollandvalleythotpatrol for the photos. What would I do without Banni? Maybe she’ll write him for me next.

Handsome motherfucker. There’s a lot going on there. Like dude is scarred as fuck, obviously. Chemical burns, rashes [Gulf war syndrome, anyone?], dirty as all get out. Actually, that’s pretty fuckin’ clean for Jacob. I still insist his jeans would stand up on their own. But… lots of evidence Jacob doesn’t care about his appearance. Buuutttttt also a good bit of time invested into it as well. His beard’s trimmed, kept fairly neat. No ZZ-Top knock offs here. I’m 80% sure that’s dirt on his neck, not stubble. The same transfers over to Jacob’s hair. Shaved close, no peachfuzz stubble rising on the sides. Plainly, Jacob kept the military habits up {once he decided to live rather than wait to die}. Speaking of haircuts: Jacob’s pushing those army regulations.

“The hair on the top of the head must be neatly groomed and may not be trendy, spiky, or disheveled in appearance. The hair must be tapered and conform to the shape of the head, and the neckline must be tapered. Hair must not be allowed to fall over the ears or touch the collar (except that the taper at the neckline may extend past the collar).”

My Lieutenant Colonel at Fort Hood brother says he wouldn’t consider Jacob’s hair Army Regulation without a good trim [my brother’s also a hard ass and annoyed by me, so take that with a grain of salt and me hearing what I want to hear]. So Jacob’s gone a little rogue here. Neatly trimmed sides, maintaining the shape, but “too long on top”. Who can blame him? At 47 (presumably) he’s still got a nice, thick head of hair. Not a grey in sight. Buttt… if we look at his beard here:

It’s a bit patchier on this side, thinner where the scarring encroaches on the jaw. So it’s safe to assume that his scarred skin has been damaged to such a point that it doesn’t reliably grow hair. And let’s keep looking at that scarring. It extends up the temple and into the hairline.

This side:

–shows the same thing: scarring into the temple, a patch above the ear that looks to be a graze or more of that chemical burning. If the scars aren’t growing hair consistently, Jacob with a full head of hair is going to be patchy. And not receding hairline patchy, but inconsistent male pattern baldness patchy. Das es no bueno [ignore my bullshit German/Spanish hybrid. I’m tired and have to ramble to get this shit out onto the page]. Jacob’s vain–again once he decides to give a shit and participate in life. {and can you blame the handsome bastard. Even all scarred up he’s a looker] So he’s gonna cover this… or shave it off. But nooo not completely, Remember that full head of thick red hair? So does Jacob. He likes his red hair. He likes that he carries only a passing resemblance to their father. A father that was too uneducated and stubborn to realize that red is just a recessive gene and yes, Jacob is, in fact, Old Mad Seed’s child. But, Jacob enjoyed the fantasy that maybe he wasn’t. Maybe he wasn’t that sadistic old bastard’s git. So he likes the red hair the old man hates and keeps shaved close most of Jacob’s young life. He likes that he doesn’t quite fit in with the family. So he’s keeping the hair, even all these years later. Best of both worlds it is. Long on top where there’s minimal scarring, shaved away on the sides that would be patchy. Work what you got, boy.

Moving on!

Jacob’s god-awful clothes. Jesus. You bet your ass there’s more than one hole ripped in the crotch of those poor jeans. The man’s like a walking stress-tester for denim. I swear to god--I’ve said this before and I’ll say it again-- those jeans are so grime-coated and interwoven with sweat and dirt that Jacob could step out of them and they’d remain upright as if he hadn’t.

They’re ripped to fuck and then neatly patched. And it’ll just keep going. An endless cycle of clothing abuse until that article is so beat to hell and cobbled together that it’s but a ghost of the original. That’s pretty much his habit. Undoubtedly John purchased an abundance of clothes after they brought Jacob home like a puppy. And Jacob still has most of them: neatly folded, tags intact, tucked into a drawer somewhere in Saint Francis for when he needs them. He does this thing where he doesn’t keep more than two or three of each article of clothing. He also just doesn’t wear underwear because it’s a pain in the ass. Just enough clothing for a change, something to wear on the rare occasions he’s actually washing the other set or needs to be cleaned up quickly. As soon as something wears out beyond redemption, he grabs one single solitary replacement to throw into the rotation.

Part of it’s practicality-- using something as long as he possibly can, keeping things ready for a future need somewhere down the road. The man loathes excess and waste. Another part is that apathy that overcame him for years when he’d lost what he saw as his only purpose and the army declared him unfit for service. Meh, Jacob wants only to be clothed and doesn’t much care what in as long as it’s practical. The exception being his BDU jacket. He’s got an attachment to that, to the purpose he held while wearing it and how his service shaped his identity. Everything else? Fuck it. Jacob Seed will wear pink with purple polkadots... as long as it’s functional and blends in with the environment.

Another thing I’ve noticed is that Jacob’s got pretty shit posture, which I find surprising for a military man. The only exception is in two circumstances-

1. He’s on display. Think of him peacocking his way over to stand behind Joseph during the initial arrest. Dude is ramrod straight--also sexually, but we’re not going there today-- shoulders back, chin up, chest pushed out. Why? He’s got purpose. He’s there to protect, to intimidate, to lead his troops. So he’s going to present something worthy of that function, of the leadership.

The instant he’s out of sight? When he’s unwatched? Instant slope shoulders, watching the ground as he walks. Because there’s very little pride in himself, pride in Jacob Seed rather than The Soldier.

Look at him here, in front of the Deputy and Pratt:

Neither one much matters to Jake. Pratt’s a human squeaky toy to the man. The deputy’s a tool. No need to parade. No need to intimidate. Why bother? He doesn’t have to prove he’s above these two. He knows he is. To him, pea-cocking in front of those two would be like showing off for a leaf-blower. So he’s relaxed, shoulders not quite rounded, but certainly no military bearing.

Compared to here:

See the difference? Guess what: he’s working again, giving his ‘Cull the weak’ speech. Fuck, sorry, how far I’m scrolled down on the page is giving me an eyeful of thigh-holster... wow. Thank you, UbiSoft

Alright back on topic.

But Jacob’s working. He’s serving a purpose. His purpose. So he gives enough of a fuck to scrape together his pride and stand upright, project the image that Joseph and the Project need from him. He sure as shit won’t do it for himself.

Exception number 2. While holding a rifle. Which is really just more of the above. Blahblahblah purpose. Buuuttttt... there’s also a good bit of pride in that. Jacob grew up poor in the suburbs. Maybe there was an old family shotgun. Maybe. But, I very much doubt he ever had opportunity to use it [other than plans for Old Mad Seed the next time the bastard hit John]. Same goes for at the slave-labor foster family. If there’d been ready access to and familiarity with a weapon, you bet your ass Jacob would have shot the man rather than hit him with an axe handle. Sure as shit not getting hands on a weapon while in Juvie soooo the first time Jacob handles a firearm is in Basic.

And the kid’s shit with the fine arts. He’s absolutely dyslexic {More detail coming on that in the next HC post} and not inclined toward flowery things. But... he’s got math down. Understands geometry and physics quite easily. So understanding a sight picture is gonna come naturally. He’ll understand how to adjust that picture to compensate for drop, changes in elevation, weather, etc. So he’s already got the bones of a good shot. Pair that with shooting well is likely the first time this kid has heard any kind of praise? He’s gonna throw himself into it.

Every chance he has, Jacob is out there throwing hot lead down the range. For hours at a time, days on end. Surely he has a few favored weapons, but, for the most part, he’s got a handle on anything you throw his way. Natural talent plus dedicated practice and Jacob’s a terrifyingly good shot. An amry Expert Marksman badge good shot. Which means hitting 36-40 stationary and pop-up targets of 40 during qualification testing in supported prone, unsupported prone, and foxhole positions. Jacob got 39. Under pressure. I haven’t played the game (motion sickness can’t handle FPS), but I’m told that he outstrips Grace Armstrong, who was an Olympic medalist, as a GFH in terms of accuracy. Which very well may just come down to years of experience and the ability to practice daily. So the point of that long ramble isssss: he’s proud of himself with a rifle. It’s the only time he’s standing upright even without observation and not directly related to his purpose within the Project.

Everyone’s favorite Sasquatch for demonstration:

So the final thought I have, I’ve already touched on: Jacob’s gangling appearance. I’m just gonna link that here and then just run through the basics

Basically, Jacob is not meant to be a lean man. Look at the size of his hands compared to his forearms. Look that he’s basically a column from shoulder to hip. I mean, he was never going to be a Chris Evans Inverted Dorito, but dude should have a bit of tapering from shoulder to waist. He’s a man who had a good bit of bulk to him in his twenties and early thirties, a man who filled out the frame the genetic lottery threw his way (because John and Joseph don’t have the same shape as Jacob. They’re both built on lithe, tapering lines. It’s redhead, recessive gene, trial run Seed who only shares the blue eyes and a single freckle on the left nostril with John). Jacob is meant to be a big fucking boy. He’s made to carry broad shoulders and a powerful chest, strong arms. But look at him! He’s lanky, his bones are larger than the muscling on them. By the time we see him in Hope County, Jacob’s been out of the military since the mid- to late-nineties. In that time he’s experienced extreme muscle deterioration from damn near starving to death in the desert. Then he’s severely traumatized, obsessed with hoarding away food so he’s not eating what he should to gain back all that muscle lost. And he never will. That obsession with taking just enough, with keeping himself moving, but never indulging in excess. And bulking up requires excess. Maintaining that bulk requires excess. Jacob’s not the ‘I’ll pay you Tuesday for a hamburger today’ type. He’s budgeting for the looming nuclear winter, for increases in population with decreasing resources. So Jacob stays skinny. Fed. Functional. Certainly no wilting flower... but, comparatively, skinny.

Soooo yeah. I’m petering out on the manic HC fest.

All photo credit to one Banni of @hollandvalleythotpatrol You’re a gem and I love you. The gif... I lost the original source. Someone not rushing to go to work can point me toward a source if they’re so inclined or it can wait until I get home and have time.

Next up are HCs on Jacob’s family and hobbies/quirks

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Victim Chapter 2.

A/N: I hope you guys have liked part 1 as amuch as I do, all my fics are my babies and I love them all but this one is close to me because I have a soft spot for Horror / Thrillers.

Summary: Ashely moved to Davenport Iowa to get a new view on life from her recent one in Florida, but what happens when she falls for a guy and he’s not what he made himself out to be? Well read and find out.

Warnings: thing in this will include ...cussing, stalking, violence, blood, Smut 18+ NSFW

A/A/N: after 2 will be the last one that’s normal so please beware, I don’t think I’ll scare the shit out of y’all but ya never know lol.

Please enjoy 🧚🏼‍♀️

Unknown: that red robe looks great on you..

The next few days were crazy and I was kinda getting weirded out, Colby had told me he was one phone call away so call anytime I needed to so I did. We’ve been hanging out for almost a month now, the unknown number still texted me and Colby didn’t know who we had the police run the number and it S guy I can’t even remember his name but that didn’t matter. Especially since Colby was here protecting me, i was in my paino room playing a song when I got a message.

S: That song sounds so beautiful and you look good too.

I got chills all over my body and a tingle shot down my spine, I felt like I was being watched. I stopped playing and I immediately got another text.

S: here’s something I took for a memory

When I read it my stomach dropped I stared at the picture of me and Colby sleeping in the same bed together. My eyes widened and I locked all my doors and texted Colby.

Me: Colby I need you I just got a message and a picture he sent to me.

He quickly replied and it made me smile that he was so concerned about me.

Colby: what’s the picture?

I quickly started typing on my phone screen my when I pulled my hand back I didn’t notice I was shaking.

Me: it was a picture of us sleeping and cuddling in bed.

I knew I probably sounded like a 5 year old but damn it I was scared to death, I walk to my back door and I locked everything like I did the first night the messages started happening. I put my phone Down and I say behind the kitchen counter making sure no windows were in front of me or beside me.

S: You can’t hide from me, especially since your mine.

I texted Colby and I told him I was powering my phone off, when I did there was a knock on my door. I jumped slightly and I walk up to it with a frying pan in my hand“W-whos there? I bite my lip waiting for a response “it’s the ups man.” I let out the breath I didn’t know I was holding, I put the frying pan down I had and I opened my door and he frowned “ma’am are you okay?” I nodded my head. “yeah you just startled me but I’ll be fine.”

He smile “okay well I got some flowers here for you.” I smiled and I took them and looked for a name tag and he smile “who are they from?” I raise and eyebrow “it doesn’t say you have a great day.” He nodded at me “you too.” I shut my door and locked it , I walked to the kitchen and I put the flowers in the vase and when I lifted them out of the packaging a card fell out. I quickly picked it up and I my eyes widened and my I felt sick.

S: don’t worry I’ll be nice to you

I ripped up the card and I threw it in the trash and I walked outside my house and threw them in the garbage, I walked back in my house and I shut and locked my door. There was another knock on my door and I looked through my curtains, I saw Colby standing there with a smile on his face and I quickly opened the door and let him in. “Hey come in.” I let him in and I turned and looked at him. “This s guy is getting out of hand.”

Colby looked at me and he sighed “yeah I know but I don’t know what we can do past this point we tried tracking his number but it’s a burner phone.” I sighed and I groaned “I have literally been working all day and I don’t need this extra stress.” Colby smirked at me “I can help you not worry about the stress.” I looked up at him and my cheeks turned a deep crimson color.

“How do you plan on doing that.” He licked his bottom like and came in and shut and locked the door “well I plan on taking your close off and then handcuff you cause you’ve been a bad girl and I think I need to show you what happens when your bad.” I gulped and I looked at him “well put your money where your mouth is.” He smirk and he laughed “oh Ashely you have no idea what you just started.” I smile when he took my dirt off and carried me upstairs, he kicked open my door and threw me on the bed which cause m to squeal.

He took off his shirt and I swear I almost hit my Peak, he looked amazing with a shirt off but damn he looked even better with it off if that was even possible, he laid above me and passionately kisses me, my hair found its way into his hair as I kissed back. He ground his hard dick against me, I let out a soft moan when I felt his jeans rub against my shorts. He slowly tugged my shorts off and ground against me, I was already wet, he noticed and had a toothy grin. “Already so wet and we just started.”

I let out a gasp feeling his rough calloused hand against my soft skin slowly going up to my vagina, when he slowly pulled down my panties. He kissed me roughly and I guess I was caught up in the moment cause I didn’t feel him handcuff me until I tried to grab him but I couldn’t and I whined, he looked up at me and smirked and quickly started eating me out I threw my head back and I looked down at him. “I’m definitely not liking that I’m handcuffed down to the bed.”

He pulled up and licked his lips “well maybe you shouldn’t be so scared over some stupid guy stalking you.” His words had shocked me but I didn’t pay it any mind right now, so I decided on my better judgement to just let it go for right now. He continued his assault on my wet vagina and I looked down at him “Colby I’m close.” He looked up at me and he pulled away and he slowly put lube on his hard cock and stroked it a few times and he slowly slid into me letting me adjust to his size.

When I finally adjusted he started a slow nice pace and I kinda got impatient and It’s like he knew what I was thinking cause his nice soft pace slowly turned into a rough pace, his hips slapping against me and I bit my lip just looking at him with his hair down and fucking me just really does something to me cause god if I was uncuffed my hands would be all over him, For now I guess this would have to do.

I felt like he was turning my life all around, boy it felt amazing. His hips slapped against me him doing deeper and deeper with each thrust and I let out a loud moan I tugged on the handcuffs and again I wasn’t moving, I knew the marks from the cuffs would be there in the morning if not about 30 minutes from now, he looked at me and uncuffed me, I rubbed my wrist and he looked at me and bit his lip “get on your hands and knees now.” I quickly did what I was told and he pushed himself back in me and i grabbed at the sheet.

He smacked my ass and set a fast pace making my body move forward, he noticed it and grabbed my hips, he pulled me back to him holding me still as he fucked me into oblivion. I let out a loud moan and his thrust started to go sloppy and he groaned “fuck Ashely I’m going to cum.” I pulled my face out of the sheets and I felt my orgasm coming quickly “I-I’m r-ri-right there.” He thrusted into me a few times and I came around him milking his cock for everything he could give me, he groaned and smacked each ass cheek a few times and he came hard sending his hot load all over me.

“F-fuck Ashely.” He pulled out and laid beside me and he quickly fell asleep, I snuggled into his strong arms and immediately followed him. The next morning he was gone, I went downstairs and there he was. I walked up to him and he kissed me. “Good morning Ashely.” I smiled at him and poured myself some coffee. “Good morning Colby.” He smile and drank some of his coffee and I looked at him and decided to ask “how did you know that the person texting me was a guy?”

He held the mug in his hand and looked at me “well I don’t think a woman would stalk you so I just decided it was a guy.” I looked at him and drank some of my coffee “oh well you have a great day at work and I’ll see you later.” He nodded and pecked my lips “okay baby just don’t think about S and just work and get your mind off of it.” I nodded and he left. That’s when I got another text.

S: you should wear that pink lace thong more often.

I looked at my phone and turned it off, I was beyond freaked out he’s even watching me when Colby was around and that meant when he was here I wasn’t safe. A few days had passed and Colby became more and more controlling over me, I wasn’t allowed to have guys when he wasn’t around I mean my friend John has came over when Colby came in he wasn't happy. He literally blew a gasket and told him to get out and not to come back, now I felt like I was being watched 24/7 with Colby and this S guy literally watching my every move freaked me out, I didn’t even feel safe anymore.

S: You’ll never be safe as long as I’m around.

Me: can you just leave me the fuck alone?

S: wow such strong Language from some one so scared?

Me: fuck off.

S: trust me you don’t want that.

I went to your back and then my power went off leaving me in the dark for about ten minutes and then came back on.

S: your little boy toys can’t save you from me.

A/N: thanks for reading hope y’all are liking it3 is when shit really gets real, do y’all have an idea who s is? If y’all do message me and I’ll tell you if your right or wrong. Oh and sorry the smut didn’t go as planned wanted to hurry and get this posted so I could get other fics out lol.

Tagging: @theworldofotps @the-beastslayers-queen @ilovedisney116

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Inferior 5 #1

Hopefully this will be like when Giffen made the Legion of Super-heroes super fucking dark.

How many dicks can you find, kids?!

"How many dicks can you find, kids" is the least quotable line I've ever written. The Kamandi just out of surgery cosplayer winds up getting exploded by the kid in the canvas sack face mask. You know the kid is bad news because he can make people explode with his mind. Although if you ran into him in the desert, you wouldn't know that immediately so I should have stated the other ways you can tell he's bad news so as to maybe avoid exploding. First off, he's a kid out in the desert alone. Kids by themselves are creepy. Plus he's wearing a canvas bag on his head. Canvas is always a warning sign that you might be dealing with cannibal hillbillies, especially when it's covering an almost certainly mutilated face. Also, the kid's canvas bag mask has a big red X on it. Anybody who's been through the American educational system has a strong aversion to red X's. Also spooky: the kid recites nursery rhymes. When you hear one of those, you know you're either about to die or laugh hysterically because did you hear how the Diceman said "cock" instead of "clock"?! How did we never stop laughing in the Eighties?! Oh, one more clue that not all is right with this kid: he lives in Dangerfield, Arizona. That's almost as big a red flag as some sweaty, long-haired kid in overalls from Back Swamp, North Carolina. The story picks up with some nerdy kid (probably Merrymaker since he's the big virgin of the group) whining about how his dad died in The Invasion of Metropolis (what was that? Is that a reference to the beginning of The New 52 when Darkseid attacked Earth? Or is this a reference to the Invasion by the Dominators which was compiled in three way-too-long comics?). After the Invasion, he and his mom moved to Dangerfield, Arizona. Because who wouldn't feel safer in a place with a name that causes constant anxiety over a place where the greatest hero in the world lives?

According to the date on this calendar, the Invasion mentioned was the Dominator one which created the Meta-Gene explanation of superpowers which we recently learned was a computer jargon shortening of the term "metal-gene."

The calendar isn't the only proof that this invasion was by Dominators and not Parademons! By turning the page instead of trying to ferret out what's going on by examining every panel carefully and spending an inordinate amount of my short lifespan trying to guess what's about to happen instead of just fucking turning the Goddamned page and letting the writers explain it to me, I discover the Dominators are leading an invasion of Earth Number This Is Fucked Up. At least I think it's Earth Number This Is Fucked Up because the invasion seems to have worked. Superman is dead and most of the other heroes have been placed in a space gulag. Plus that kid in the canvas bag marking X's on houses seems to play an important role in the Dominator's invasion force.

Unless this is all just a comic book on Earth Number Main Earth?

Maybe I should turn some more pages! But first, I just need to Google "Lisa Loeb's boobs." The kid complaining about the Invasion comic book is named Lisa (no relation to Lisa Loeb's boobs) and she points out to the suspiciously bloody comic book seller with a light sensitivity named Vlad that the Invasion really happened. So I guess DC is simply profiting on everybody's pain and misery. I bet just to make the series even more painful and miserable, DC hired Scott Lobdell to write it. Justin, the whiny kid from Metropolis, is being observed by some outside observers (as opposed to inside observers which would be, I guess, parasites?). He heads downtown where he's about to make contact with Dumb Bunny and Awkwardman! Except he doesn't. Man, I should probably read more than two panels at a time before writing anything. It would save everybody a lot of wasted effort, me with writing sloppy synopses of comics and the three people reading this having to fucking read this. But then I don't have any responsibility to anybody to make these "reviews" shorter. It's not my fault if somebody wanted to Google "Lisa Loeb's boobs" but found they didn't have enough time because they were reading this shit. That's their own fault for not prioritizing their desires! Googling "Lisa Loeb's boobs" was so important to me that I did it in the middle of this review! Come on, people. It's the modern age! You can view Lisa Loeb's boobs any time you want (through clothing, that is. I'm not advocating for searching for nude pics of Lisa Loeb's boobs which probably don't exist anyway and if you think they do, it was probably just Lisa Loeb's head photoshopped onto a naked torso). Lisa has been uncovering clues to the weirdness of Dangerfield, Arizona because she dresses like Velma. Unless she dresses like Velma because she searches for clues the way her hero, Velma, searches for clues. I don't know enough about Lisa's backstory to say. It's possible Lisa isn't even aware of Velma and it's just Giffen spending some easy pop culture capital so readers associate Lisa with Velma and understand her more simply by looking at her image.

Here are a bunch of the clues she's uncovered that I didn't want to try to parse through my digressions and fascination with Lisa Loeb.

Billy Shanker, the kid with the canvas bag who says things like, "Oh! The three little kittens! They fucked their mittens! Oh! Look at the way I hold my cigarette! Boom!", murders Justin's mom and takes her corpse to some guy in a hazmat suit that might be a Dominator but also might be, seeing as how Giffen is writing this, Ambush Bug. Man I hope it's Ambush Bug! Justin returns home to find his mother gone and the interior (five?) of his house covered in red X's. Oh no. That's a really bad sign! Not one black check mark in the bunch! Some people might think Keith Giffen isn't the best artist in town because he's a writer and his art isn't for everybody. Plus he never puts any thought into his panel layout and just goes the same size boxes every time (sometimes in the six variety, sometimes in the nine). I happen to love his art so I'm not one of those people. But in keeping with a guy whose art isn't what people would call great (although those people usually love mainstream great garbage art like John Romita Jr or David Finch or Tony S. Daniel), Jeff Lemire draws the back-up story. I don't think that was an insult at Lemire's expense. If it was, I'm sorry because I was really just trying to insult John Romita, Jr and David Finch and Tony S. Daniel. The back-up story features Peacemaker whom I only remember by look. According to the Who's Who, Peacemaker is a guy who loved peace so much that he realized sometimes he'd have to use extreme violence to ensure it. Also he suffered a head injury during Crisis on Infinite Earths which seems like a weird thing to mention in the Who's Who. "Trillions of lives were extinguished during the multiversal extermination event! Billions and billions of worlds destroyed! People's pasts erased in the blink of an eye! Supergirl and Flash and some other people nobody remembers killed! And Peacemaker suffered some head trauma." I suppose it's important to the character. Maybe it was meant to make him more extreme so he'd be relevant in the post-Crisis era. Peacemaker is on a mission for Amanda Waller to find some super weapon that the Russians want. His search leads him to a bunker with a dead Dominator, a mysterious capsule, and a map leading him to Dangerfield, Arizona! Inferior 5 #1 Rating: B+. I'm a sucker for Giffen stories and Giffen art. And Giffen stories backed up by Lemire's writing are probably even better. This one was pretty good so consider it evidence that my previous statement is almost certainly correct. One thing I like about Giffen is that he doesn't mind writing things that can be confusing on their first (or even second!) read through. He tells the story, makes the jokes, slowly unveils the plot, and to hell with anybody who doesn't want to invest a little time in making it all out. Seems to me, a lot of modern comic book readers could learn to love ambiguity. But they're all so desperate for the interior monologue of the main characters so they know exactly what to think after reading something. They're so coddled that they think subtlety is when a story explicitly shows them what's happening without the main character also explaining it in a monologue as they experience it. They wouldn't recognize subtlety if it...well, I mean, it's subtlety. It should be hard to recognize so I don't know how to finish that statement. Now go read Inferior 5 and hate me for recommending it when you're finished.

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Downward dog- Maylor fic

This was also posted on my ao3: yourdadjustcallsmeKatyUNHhhh

It was all Freddie’s fault

That’s what Roger kept telling himself after it all began on that fateful Thursday evening.

It wasn’t Roger’s idea. He was sat in his joint flat when his housemate, and best friend Freddie strolled into his room, bearing both a yoga mat and a shit eating grin. He seemed completely oblivious to the fact that Roger’s various essays were sprawled accords his bed, the blond well aware of the looming deadlines that came with his biology degree.

“What?” Roger snapped, shuttling his book when he realised that he definitely couldn’t concentrate when Freddie stood in nothing but leggings and a tank top, looking more like a twat than Roger had ever seen him look before. Freddie rolled his eyes in response.

“Get off your fat ass. You’re coming to yoga with me.”

“No way.” Roger confirmed, looking away from Freddie and back to his books. He had done absolutely zero revision this semester, and he definitely couldn’t fail this module, especially for something like a yoga class. “Why isn’t Deaky going with you?”

Deaky was dragged along weekly to Freddie’s yoga classes. Freddie assured them that it made them spiritually closer in their relationship but Roger thought it was a pile of shit. Roger was not the calm and subdued type. Roger could never calm his racing mind.

“Deaky’s got an exam. I’m not taking no for an answer Roger, you’re coming with me.”

And that was how Roger ended up in the university’s yoga studio at 4pm on a Thursday, sitting gingerly in easy pose on his mat, with Freddie bouncing excitedly next to him. He wanted to die.

That was, until, the yoga instructor walked in.

Being a university class, it was an older student that led the session; one that Roger had never seen before much to his utter dismay. His eyes almost bulged out of their sockets as he traced the tall boy, long curly hair scraped back in a bun as he stepped over the people to the mat at the front over the room, flashing everyone a grin. Roger’s breath hitched in his throat.

“Hi guys. Lovely to see so many new faces!” He smiled, sending a small wink Roger’s way. Roger nearly died.

“I knew you’d like him,” Freddie whispered, smirking just as the lights dimmed and the class was ordered to lie on their backs in the darkness. The sound of Brian’s voice hushing sweet calmness into the silent room not helping Roger’s wide open eyes and beating heart.

He assessed his situation, like Deaky would so often tell him to do in a situation like this. Roger thought. He was in a yoga studio, with a very beautiful instructor (which Freddie failed to mention). This instructor was dressed in nothing but a tank top and leggings that hugged his arse so deliciously that Roger was unable to concentrate so much that he didn’t realise that the others had their legs in the air. He snapped his head to Freddie, ready to start on him, out of eyeline from the beautiful teacher.

“I can’t fucking believe you didn’t tell me that he was an abolsute sort!” Roger hissed, glaring at Freddie whilst they both circled their legs in the air, Freddie giggling slightly at the sight.

“Thought it would be more fun to see you suffer during this hour class.” Freddie shrugged, smirking as Roger eyes widened.

An hour.

A whole hour of Roger trying not to nut as he caught sight of the man’s incredibly defined torso peeking out from where his top raised up. He looked strong enough to pin Roger against the wall. That thought occupied his brain for a few moments as he gulped back his lustful feelings and stood, following the more experienced yogis in front of him as they twisted and contorted their bodies in ways Roger didn’t even think was physically possible. He felt even more clumsy and embarrassed as he tried his hardest to not be mentally scrutinised for his bad technique by the man who kept offering encouraging smiles Roger’s way.

Roger was in deep.

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A week later and Roger found himself back in the studio. He had brought it upon himself to invite his way into couples yoga with Freddie and John out of sheer excitement at the prospect of meeting tall beautiful poodle head again, maybe even exchanging a few words rather than brief breathless smiles as Roger was stuck in awkward angles (which he assumed was definitely not attractive from Brian’s point of view.)

And so, he dragged the couple along 15 minutes before the class was scheduled to start, and sent a smirk to a knowing Freddie, as he grabbed a yoga mat and seated himself smack bang in the middle of the front row, directly in front of Poodle Heads view when he started the class. Unfortunately, Poodle Head was yet to arrive.

“So that’s why you made a fucking effort today.” John commented, unrolling his own mat out and positioning it next to Roger’s, giving him the side eye as he noted the way Roger was purposely wearing one of Freddie’s daring tank tops, and leggings that Roger thought, made his ass look great.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about Deaky.” Roger shrugged innocently, but with a flash of excitement in his eyes as he heard more people enter through the back door.

“You just want to impress Brian.” Freddie rolled his eyes. Roger felt a pang in his chest at Freddie’s words. The stranger’s name was Brian. For some odd reason, Roger’s slight crush didn’t seem so strange now he had a name to the (frankly gorgeous) face.

“So what if I do?” Roger shot back, eyes gleaming as he whipped his head around just in time to spot ‘Brian’ walking through the door, lugging a suitcase of yoga mats behind him. Roger faced back to Freddie and John. “You can’t deny that man is gorgeous.”

“He plays guitar too.” John so helpfully added, watching the way Roger gulped back his desire with a smug grin.

“Jesus wept.” Roger muttered, a little breathless, imagining the talented fingers that brushed his guitar and yoga block, but instead, picturing them clasped tightly around Roger’s-

No. Yoga was supposed to be calming.

Roger watched intently as Brian greeted his regulars with a smile. Watching how Brian gently embraced a red headed girl, or high fived a freshman with a grin. It made Roger wonder whether this beautiful man was actually available. Roger wouldn’t be surprised if he had queues of people waiting to date him.

However insecure Roger felt about his lack of flexibility or how this was only his second class, he felt all of his worries dissolve as Brian’s eyes scanned the room before landing on Roger, flashing the most genuine smile that Roger had received. Roger was happy to reciprocate, even as John nudged Freddie glowering at the first interaction between the pair. Roger firmly believed that the few feet between him and Roger was much too great, and he had to hold himself back from crawling over to him and seating himself in Brian’s lap.

The minute Brian’s hand clapped loudly, signaling the class to begin, Roger decided he was going to actually put effort in- something he was not used to doing. John snorted a couple of times as he watched Roger out of the corner of his eyes, fold himself over in a way that gave Brian a great view, or when Roger ‘accidentally’ fell out of his extended tree, causing Brian’s to get out of his own pose in order to snake a hand around Roger’s waist and inch his leg so it rested on his upper thigh. Or best of all, when Roger still couldn’t do downward dog without tipping over, and Brian’s hard gaze following him encouragingly as he rested in table top (with his butt sticking out a bit too much) whilst the others finished their asana. The feeling of having Brian’s strong arm coaxing his body into positions he never thought possible made Roger nearly fall out of his pose again, imagining the various other positions he longed to get Brian in.

Still, Roger took every opportunity to make each position as sexual as possible. He had picked the spot directly in front of Brian for a reason of course. He was wearing Freddie’s tight clothes and he knew he looked good. All he wanted was to distract Brian from his inner peace enough to look over at a desperate Roger and feel bad enough for him to slip him his number discretely. To Roger’s dismay- it didn’t happen that class.

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“Roger Meddows Taylor, are you wearing a thong?!”

John was never a gifted hissed, and so, when he whispered in a mortified manner the following week when Roger was twisted in warrior 2. Roger turned red as he felt the whole of the front row’s- and Brian’s, eyes on him.

“I picked it out darling,” Freddie helpfully added, much quieter this time as the row got back to actual yoga, and Roger dared to look up enough to meet Brian’s eyes, despite wanting the ground to swallow him and his blasted yoga mat whole.

Roger wished he hadn’t. When his blue orbs met Brian’s darker ones, Roger caught a look so unreadable, it sent a twitch down to his cock that would surely show up in his Lycra leggings. Curse John and his stupidly loud voice. Curse Freddie and his stupidly great eye for fashion.

For the rest of the class, Roger was convincing himself that he wore the thong to avoid awkward boxer lines and for overall comfort. He tactfully avoided the part of his brain telling him that he only wore them for the 1 in a million chance that Brian would grab him by the hand and drag him into the bathroom after class.

Baby steps Roger. Baby steps.

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It took 3 more weeks until Roger plucked up the courage to finally talk to Brian after class. In fact, it was down to John bullying him that he was being a wimp that made him paint a shit eating grin on and flounce back into the studio just as he had exited moments ago to stand face to face with Brian in an otherwise empty room.

“Hello there.” Brian smiled, and dear god was his voice beautiful. Roger wondered whether it was possible to be sexually attracted to ones voice.

“Hi!” Roger managed to reply, his voice coming out a bit hoarse. He was really letting himself down lately. Normally, Roger was a walking talking flirting machine and could seduce practically anyone on campus, yet this Brian seemed to make all his words evaporate from his tongue.

“Roger, right?” Brian asked, leaning down to push all the yoga mats into his bag but not letting his eyes drift from Roger’s own blue orbs. Roger nodded quickly, letting the room dim into silence before he remembered he should possibly ask the brunets name so that he didn’t look like the kind of weirdo who already knew it.

“Brian,” the man smiled, as if reading Roger’s mind and beating him to it. “I’m gonna be honest with you Roger, I was wondering when you’d finally pluck up the courage to talk to me.”

Roger began to sweat more than he had in any yoga class before as he laughed nervously. His crush on Brian wasn’t necessarily a secret, but he didn’t realise how glaringly obvious he had made it in order for Brian to realise.

“I’m gonna be honest with you then Brian, you are scarily handsome.” Roger managed to stutter. Good old Deaky had embarrassed him enough with the thong so what would a little bit of pitiful rejection do for him now?

Brains soft smile seemed to falter, before his face twisted into a little smirk, directed at Rogers own uncertain expression. He had no idea what kind of power Brian possessed over Roger to turn him into some weak stuttering mess.

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provocativescribe · 6 years

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John’s Movie List

This is a re-post of an original post from XXXFamilyFun (aka John Valjean) with flagged images removed.

One of the most common messages I receive is about good incest movies. I wrote a post that was fairly popular, which I will link to at the bottom of this post. But first, let’s revisit my criteria for a good incest scene in a movie:

Criteria #1: The guys should be good looking and they should look the part. There’s a scene in Falcon’s “The Dark Side” (2002) where Derek Cameron and Race Jensen play son and father, respectively, but Derek Cameron (who is definitely hot), looks too old to play the part of the son. Just by a few years.

Criteria #2: The actors need to play the part. Even if they only do it a few times, I need to hear a “fuck me Dad” or “take that dick, son” or else it just plays like any scene from any other movie.

Criteria #3: Set the scene up a little bit. I want to know why the father and son, brother and brother, or cousin and cousin are about to do some dirty business with each other. If the scene starts and we, as viewers, just learn that the guys having sex are family members, then it also just feels like a scene from any other movie.

Criteria #4: As you will see, it should probably be directed by Chi Chi LaRue.

Okay, so you know what I like, and that’s what you’ll find in most of the following movies (which are listed in no particular order):

“Brother to Brother” (All Worlds, 1996) Okay, Chi Chi LaRue’s “Brother to Brother” has a brother/brother scene that I have never made my way through. The guys just do not look like brothers and I don’t find it very hot. So why is it even on the list? Well, there is a scene where the brothers’ uncle (played by Drew Andrews) spies on the lads while they sleep in their tightie-whities. He’s so turned on by it that he pulls his nice long dick out and jacks off to the boys sleeping. Andrews plays the part perfectly, looking around nervously to make sure he doesn’t get caught and then wondering what to do with the cum he decided to spill in his hand. Eat it, of course! He gobbles it down with relish and it’s impossible not to cum to this incredibly hot scene! Just because it’s incest-lite doesn’t make it any less effective! (Director: Chi Chi LaRue)

“Father Figure” (All Worlds, 1999) I remember reading a review of this movie and the feeling bad about myself afterward. The writer said that the dialogue in the scene where the father (Sam Crockett) fucks the daylights out of his son (Stoney) left him squeamish. This was my favorite part. I thought, “Am I some sort of degenerate?” I eventually decided I wasn’t. In fact, I love when the characters embrace their parts and, holy fuck, does Crockett embrace his role as the father who pops his son’s young cherry! “Back into it, Boy!” he commands as he fucks his son senseless. If ever there was a go-to incest scene, this is the one for me. I hate that the production values are so cheap, but Crockett makes this a must-see scene for anyone who enjoys incest-themed porn. (Directors: Peter and Casey O’Brian)

“Fox’s Lair” (Studio 2000, 1995) Some of the sex in the final scene, where three muscle-bound brothers fuck each other, can be a bit drab, but the build-up to it is hot as hell. Steve Fox, Ty Fox, and Ryan Fox (they used to give the actors the same last names to continue the brotherly illusion) play three brothers exploring their sexuality are varying levels before the three of them flip-flop in the final scene. It’s definitely worth a watch because too many incest movies rely on pairings as opposed to multiple family members jumping in the sack! (Director: John Trennel)

“Family Secrets” (Jocks, 1996) I was torn on adding this movie to the list because it’s even more incest-lite than “Brother to Brother.” This one also features Crockett who goes to visit his cousin Jake Taylor (one of my all-time favorite pornstars). During the visit, the two men don’t come out to each other. That is until Taylor brings home some slutty pals and a hot forgy ensues. Crockett sucks off Taylor and the two make out, and that’s about it. I hope you can find the scene online and compare it to Crockett’s scene in Father Figure. The guy really gets into the part and adds a layer of filthiness that so many actors don’t bother to do when they’re in niche movies like this. (Director: Chi Chi LaRue)

“Here Cums the Bridegroom” (Private Man, 2007) If you follow my blog, then you have probably guessed that I am into straight guys who fall into gay sex (and fucking love it). If that’s also your bag, I think this movie will hold a special place in your heart. On the wedding day of the very hot groom (Glenn Santoro), he can’t help but fuck and get fucked by the members of his wedding party, his father-in-law, and his brothers-in-law. This video is hot as fuck. And it ends with an orgy of most of the participants from all of the previous scenes. It’s on the list because power-top brother (Lucio Maverick) fucks his power-bottom brother (Mario McCabe) enthusiastically while Santoro fucks another guy to their side! (Director: Tom Bradford)

“Ivy Blues” (Catalina Video, 1985) This one goes way back to the 80s, but the trip is worth it. Ricky Turner is home from college and ready to have some fun with whoever is closest. In this case, it’s his limo driver. When his brother (Michael Mann) comes home and sees what his brother is up to, he’s not at all disturbed. In fact, he decides to join the two and fucks his brother in the hot final scene! Mann, who went by a number of names back in the day, was one of the hotter performers at the time, so it was wonderful to see him topping his slutty little brother. (Director: William Higgins)

“Phoenix Rising” (Falcon Studios, 1999) I’d say this movie is a little more than incest-lite, but not much. Still, it’s worth a watch to see yummy Daddy Jason Branch fuck his rambunctious nephew (Tristan Paris) with the help of three domineering African-American studs. There’s some filthy dirty-talk between the uncle and nephew during their brief fuck scene, but it’s goddamn hot. It ends with Uncle Jason blasting a thick ball-busting hot load all over his dirty nephew’s young face! (Director: Chi Chi LaRue)

“Roll in the Hay” (Jocks, 1994) Mark West and his sons entertain a group of city slickers. In the third scene, West and his son (Christian Fox) come upon ripped David Logan jacking off on their property. Not phased in the least, a threesome ensues which finds son going down on father and father going down on son. West was probably cast as the father because he had two modest crows feet, but that’s fine with me because he’s incredibly sexy. I get sent over the edge hearing him command, “Suck your daddy’s dick!” I’d have loved to see these two fuck because Fox was an enthusiastic bottom, but alas it was not meant to be. (Director: Chi Chi LaRue)

“Brothers and Other Fantasies” (All Worlds, 1999) Easily one of my all time favorite incest scenes. I’m not totally into twinks, but young Matt Bandero legitimately looks like Vince Bandero’s kid brother. Matt spies on Vince jacking off and a hot incestuous scene plays out where Matt comes in and sucks his big brother off as Vince stays wholly in character. “Have you been watching me fuck my girlfriend, Matt?” as the younger brother swallows Vince’s long cock. Look. This. Clip. Up. If you’re into incest, they do not get much better than this. Vince fucks his little brother wildly, even after he admits that Vince is too big for him to take. (Director Chi Chi LaRue).

“Spring Break” (Falcon Studios, 1988) Uncle Chad Douglas is sure his nephew, Cory Monroe, is down to fuck and wastes no time telling the boy what he wants in this Falcon 80s classic. Douglas knows exactly what he wants and he’s going to take it, blood relation or not! This scene is so hot because Douglas and Monroe are of a pair of hot performers who know how to put on a hell of a fiery performance. (Director: Matt Sterling)

“Bad Boys Get Spanked” (Channel 1 Releasing, 2007) This video has what is one of my favorite incest scenes from the last few years. I’m not sure how this didn’t make it on my initial list. A father (Brock Armstrong) has been summoned to his son’s (Tristan Sterling) school for a disciplinary meeting with a member of the faculty (Drake Jaden). Jaden suggests spanking as a method to punish the boy, who has been acting out on campus. Armstrong is immediately turned on and a hot, hot, hot threeway ensues in which all of the cast stay in character. Listening to Armstrong eat out his boy while his teacher watches will drive you wild, as will everything that comes after! (Director, Chi Chi LaRue)

“Bone Island” (Kristen Bjorn Video, 2004) Kristen Bjorn incorporated a fair amount of incest in his videos, with varying results. Sometimes the brothers/cousins don’t seem to act like they were related or the scene might just be the dud of the video. While the brothers (Diego Pastores and Guillermo Pastores) in this scene don’t fuck, they kiss and suck with passion. Diego and Guillermo are trespassing on the porch of Miguel Peron, who is about to call the police on the boys. When they beg him not to, he suggests the brothers suck him off. This scene is key to the video because the brothers have trepidation about what is about to unfold. Of course, they go for it and the scene is very hot. If you know Bjorn’s work (and I really hope you do!), you’re familiar with how well he choreographs his scenes and the plentiful and big cum shots he incorporates. Good luck making it through this scene without blowing a load of your own! (Director: Kristen Bjorn)

“Billy’s Tale” (Falcon Studios, 1993) This one is a Cinderella story in which you’re totally chill with how the step-siblings treat their put-upon brother. Billy (Chet Roberts) is forced to wait on his muscle-bound step-brothers (Trent Reed, Erik Houston, and Glenn McAllister), who apparently lie around and eat all day (though they have mysteriously fine bodies). When the brothers so chose, Roberts becomes their sexual plaything, but the scene moves past pseudo-incest as Houston goes down on McAllister’s fat dick and eventually eases his ass down on the beast. In the third scene, Jake Andrews shares the brothers, who are not shy about touching one another in front of strangers! (Director: Steven Scarborough)

“Grunts: Brothers in Arms” (Raging Stallion Studios, 2008) In this military fantasy about a “Gay Bomb” that turns straight men into oversexed gay animals is hot as hell, but I would have loved for the brothers in the film (Steve Cruz and Orlando Toro) to act a lot more like brothers! Make no mistake, their scene is hot! They fuck and suck passionately and Cruz is a very vocal bottom. However, it would have been so much hotter if Cruz had thrown in a couple of “fuck me, bro” or something to take the scene up a notch! The filmmakers get extra points for making sure Toro and Cruz look like twin brothers! (Directors: Chris Ward and Ben Leon)

“Joe Gage Sex Files 11: Doctors and Dads #2” (Dragon Media, 2012) Okay, how can you take a list like this without including Joe Gage, who, like LaRue, clearly has a knack for incest. Jake Steel is the father and Tyler Sweet is the son, in this scene that builds in a way that only Gage has mastered. Tyler is at the doctor after he hurts his nuts. His father, the campus coach, comes in to check in on his boy, who is wearing a hospital gown. Steel starts fondling his son slowly and the two share a number of intense glances and a few brief exchanges before Sweet is kneeling in front of his father doing what he does best. Steel and Sweet are another pair of strong performers who gloriously maintain the father/son illusion throughout the scene. (Director: Joe Gage)

“Raw” (All Worlds Video, 2004) The yummy Kent Larson is anxious Groom and Kyle Lewis is his sexy brother. You may also remember incredibly chiseled Lewis as the older brother in 2005’s “Little Brother’s Big Secret”. The scene in that film is hotter, but watching Lewis attempt to calm his brother’s nerves by fucking him shortly before he’s supposed to walk down the aisle is something to behold. Add to that, the bride’s hot brother (Jonathan West) joins in on the action halfway through the scene. (Director: Doug Jeffries)

“Fratrimony” (All Worlds Video, 1990) Jerry Douglas incorporated incest into many of his films, but none more so as this video featuring Tim Lowe and Butch Taylor as brothers who have the house to themselves for the weekend and begin to explore their sexuality in unexpected ways. The video is somewhat unique because it only features Lowe and Taylor. There are a few problems though. Taylor seems way too old to play a guy who’s fresh out of college and Lowe makes a shit-ton of weird faces when he cums and when he’s getting fucked. Still, the scenario is still hot and I usually don’t make it past the intial scene, which finds Lowe and Taylor jacking off together in bed. The two eventually jack each other off to completion. (Director: Jerry Douglas)

Just look at the gaze of pure lust Taylor gives Lowe. Douglas knew how to direct his actors.

I hope you enjoyed this new list of incest-themed videos! Sorry, I don’t have links to the movies! These are all from my private collection. The following is the link to the previous post:

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