#Brian Jackson

[kotelehnsherr]

i'm currently watching starter for 10 and why do i keep expecting erik lehnsherr to come and flirt with brian when he's at the party in the beginning of the movie??

[rulettebitch]

Masterlist

here is my masterlist darlings ( ˘ ³˘)

pink means smut!

𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂

Robbie Turner

Uncharted Territory

Georgia Clark was changing bandages, gulping at the look of the rushed stitches between his chest. He was asleep, his face was twitching before waking up. His breath hitched, his cold blue eyes searched for something, or someone. One look was enough to tell how harsh war had treated him. TW! angst, hurt/confort, cecilia is dead, jealousy, making out, unprotected sex.

Chap 1 │ Chap 2 │ Chap 3 │ Chap 4 │ Chap 5 │ Chap 6

𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂

Charles Xavier

The night you kissed me

Elora Cuana was born with a gift. She was, what someone would call, a mutant. No one had really noticed her gift, even if it was hard to keep a secret. People would say she had been blessed with beauty, and nothing more. From every side, every angle, she was ravishing to no avail. Her mutancy had been easy to deal with, not even she had noticed the oddness of her angelic features. There was no death count to her power, because she seemed to have no power. Until recently, only one man had neglected her advances. Charles Xavier could not reach her mind, and she could not reach his pants, or can she? TW! tease, m!masturbation, f!masturbation, f!oral sex, making out, unprotected sex.

A part of us

Once, you and Charles Xavier were everything to each other—now, he’s a ghost at your door, stirring old wounds. But Logan’s words, raw and real, confessed a truth you couldn’t ignore. Torn between betrayal and confession, who do you choose when your heart is split in two? Charles Xavier x Reader x Wolverine

Chap 1 │ Chap 2 │ Chap 3 │Chap 4 │ Chap 5 │ Chap 6 │Chap 7 │ Chap 8│ Chap 9 │Chap 10 │Chap 11 │Chap 12 │Chap 13 │Chap 14 │Chap 15 │Chap 16 │Chap 17 │Chap 18 │Chap 19 │Chap 20 │Chap 21 │Charles' Ending │ Logan's Ending

𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂��𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂

Brian Jackson

Sore Loser

The bottle stopped spinning. You grinned at him from across the circle, mischief glinting in your eyes. Before he could overthink it—before he could ruin it—you leaned in, and your lips met. Who would imagine Brian Jackson to be such a fuckboy? TW! tease, first time, m!masturbation, f!oral sex, making out, unprotected sex.

Chap 1 │ Chap 2 │ Chap 3 │Chap 4 │ Chap 5 │ Chap 6

𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂

Bruce Robertson

Bite me

Bruce Robertson does not give a shit about the weather. In fact, he thinks he’s better. Amanda Drummond has drunk a little bit too much. TW! dubious consent, mention of drugs, angst, in public, jealousy, making out, unprotected sex, asphyxiation.

𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂

Tom Lefroy

Out of touch

Tom Lefroy enters a brothel expecting indulgence, but instead finds himself utterly schooled. With sharp wit and a stolen kiss, you leave the arrogant charmer breathless, his confidence shaken, and his education—unexpectedly—expanded. TW! prostitution, in public, making out, mention of f!oral.

Chap 1 │ Chap 2 │ Chap 3 │Chap 4 │ Chap 5

[trashno0dle]

i know a pair of homosexuals when i see one

[treehyd]

brian jackson from starter for ten film. 2006. you are my husband, you don't know it. someone, anyone watch this film if you love nerds and or james mcavoy. he's so sweet and i see NO fanfic of him. please yall

[gingerteafairy]

James fucking McAvoy

that's all, have a good day

[bosqueinvisible]

starter for 10

[caito-does-stuff]

alright, finished starter for 10 and here are some thoughts:

2006 surely was... a time

brian jackson you are so me

genuinely thought rebecca was going to be a lesbian

she's literally so cool

most of these characters are giving queer vibes (especially spencer)

the soundtrack was phenomenal

another james mcavoy role that gives me gender envy

[jt1674]

[sp-anotherbrickinthewall]

maybe...it's cherik….Idk？？in some other universe

Erik x Charles x Brian

normal people AU, Charles and Brian are brothers.

have some references

[fuchinobe]

(2023, At Home Sound, AHS-066) Cover of Gil Scott-Heron and Brian Jackson (1976)

[rulettebitch]

Sore Loser

The bottle stopped spinning. grinned at him from across the circle, mischief glinting in your eyes. Before he could overthink it—before he could ruin it—you leaned in, and your lips met. Who would imagine Brian Jackson to be such a fuckboy? (This is an AU a year after the movie, he is still a loser) TW! tease, first time, m!masturbation, f!oral sex, making out, unprotected sex.

Chap 1 │ Chap 2 │ Chap 3 │Chap 4 │ Chap 5 │ Chap 6

Chapter 06

As he lay on top of you, his body pressing into yours, his arms caging you in, you couldn’t help but wonder—would he? Would he kiss you again with the same intensity, the same hunger that had left you breathless before? You didn’t want to push him, didn’t want to make him do something he wasn’t ready for, but the way his weight settled over you, the way his breath hitched against your neck, made it impossible to think clearly. 

You shifted slightly, parting your legs a little more, as if that small movement could create some distance between you. But it didn’t. If anything, it only made you more aware of him—the heat of his body, the way his breath rushed unevenly against your skin.

He didn’t move, didn’t close the gap between your lips, so you did. Gently, almost hesitantly, you kissed him. It was soft, questioning, as if you were asking for permission. And it felt right. He felt right. But he didn’t kiss you back, not at first. Instead, there was a muffled sound, a low moan that vibrated against your lips as he whispered your name. You could feel his nervousness, the slight tremor in his pulse as you pulled away, your lips still tingling from the contact.

“Brian,” you murmured, your voice barely above a whisper, “do you want me on top?”

“Yes,” he answered immediately, his voice rough, almost desperate.

He shifted, rolling off you, and you moved to straddle him, your hips pressing into his, your cunt against his crotch in a way that made your breath catch. Was this too much? Were you moving too fast? The questions flickered in your mind, but the way he looked at you—his blue eyes dark with want—made it hard to care. Still, you needed to be sure.

“Whatever makes you uncomfortable, you have to tell me,” you said, smiling softly as you reached for the hem of your shirt. You pulled it over your head, letting it fall to the floor, revealing the red lingerie you’d chosen with this exact moment in mind. “I’ll stop if you want me to.”

Brian’s eyes widened, his throat working as he swallowed hard.

He didn’t say anything, but his hands found your waist, his fingers trembling slightly as they skimmed over your skin. It was as if he couldn’t believe you were real, as if he’d imagined this moment so many times that the reality of it was almost too much. 

You smiled, teasing, as you played with the strap of your bra, watching his reaction. 

Would you take it off? Would you leave it on? 

The uncertainty seemed to drive him wild, and you couldn’t help but laugh softly, the sound breaking through the tension and replacing his nervousness with something warmer, something more intimate.

“Are you always such a tease?” he asked, his voice low, his lips curling into a smile that made your stomach flip.

“Have you ever removed a bra before?” you countered, your tone playful.

Brian’s smile widened, and there was a glint of mischief in his eyes. “Actually, I have a party trick I could show you,” he said, his hands moving to your back, his fingers brushing against the clasp of your bra. “But you have to promise you won’t steal it.”

You laughed, but the sound caught in your throat as he sat up, his body shifting beneath you. The movement brought his face level with your chest, and you felt a shiver run through you as his fingers deftly unhooked your bra. It fell away, and his hands cupped your breasts, his touch tentative at first, as if he was waiting for your reaction. 

You guided him, showing him how to touch you, how to make you gasp and arch into his hands. When his lips found your nipple, his tongue flicking over the sensitive skin, you couldn’t hold back the moan that escaped you.

“Lick them, please,” you whispered, your voice trembling with need.

He obeyed, his mouth hot and wet against your skin, his hands exploring your body with a growing confidence that made your head spin. You kissed him again, your hips grinding against his erection, and the sound he made—low and desperate—sent a thrill through you.

Your fingers fumbled with the button of his trousers, slipping them off as you went. When your hand finally wrapped around his bare dick, he gasped, his eyes locking with yours. There was something raw in his expression, something that made your heart race. You stroked him slowly, teasingly, and he bit his lip, his hands gripping your hips as if he was holding himself back from taking control.

“Fuck,” he breathed, his voice breaking as you quickened your pace.

But it wasn’t enough. You needed more. You needed to taste him, to feel him in your mouth. You shifted, moving off his lap, and for a moment, he looked confused, almost panicked. Then you asked, your voice husky with desire, and his eyes darkened. He nodded, his breath coming in short, uneven gasps as you took him into your mouth.

He laid his weight on his knees, your body on all fours as you started to lick his erection. It was hot, hard, and utterly intoxicating. You spit on him, your tongue tracing circles around his tip before taking him deeper, your lips wrapping around him as you swallowed him down. His hand tangled in your hair, guiding you, urging you on as you moaned around him, the vibrations making him shudder. You looked up at him, your eyes meeting his, and the way he watched you—like you were the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen—made your heart ache.

“Swallow or spit?” he asked, his voice strained, his body trembling with the effort to hold back.

You didn’t answer with words. Instead, you took him deeper, your throat working around him as he came, his release filling your mouth. You swallowed, your eyes never leaving his, and when he finally pulled away, collapsing back onto the bed, you kissed him, your lips tasting of him, of the moment you’d shared.

“You’re incredible,” he whispered, his hands cupping your face as he kissed you again, his touch tender.

[billboard-hotties-tourney]

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[trashno0dle]

one of my newest comfort movies is one a handful of people have heard about or watched and it's killing me honestly. i could say brian jackson is a silly guy and i could count on one hand how many people would understand who or what im talking about.

[mcavoysluvr]

they said to type "literally me" into pintrest, and the first six characters describes u

here is mineee!

[treehyd]

brian jackson likes disney movies. there i said it. his favorite is 101 dalmatians. second? fox and the hound and he cries. third is tarzan. he loves the beatles and dean martin. i feel it in my bones yall. have no basis for it but idc

[musicandoldmovies]

Nicola Pagett, Geoffrey Cheshire and Brian Jackson in The Persuaders, ep. The Long Goodbye