#character: john mcbride

[breedaboyd]

93 with Dr. McBride?

Prompt: "Don't worry, I'll take care of you."

Pairing: Werewolf!John McBride × Werewolf!Reader.

Word Count: 770.

CW: Mating cycles.

A/N: Spooky! I was actually hoping I'd be able to write some John today. Anon, you are my saviour.

The air feels charged, heavy with an energy you can't quite grasp. Your skin tingles, every nerve on edge, and you're breathless, consumed by a sensation you've never experienced before. It's your first heat, an onslaught of need that has you trembling with desire.

As you stand in your room, feeling feverish and sweaty, the door opens and John finally steps in. His eyes, usually so controlled, are dark with something primal. He crosses the space between you in a heartbeat, his presence alone sending shivers down your spine.

"My love..." He breathes, his voice a low rumble that resonates through you. Your heart races as he approaches and then his arms are around you, pulling you close, possessive and urgent. His nuzzles against your neck, his breath hot against your skin, and you can't suppress the moan that escapes your lips. His scent is intoxicating, familiar and comforting, but now it carries an edge of something more; something raw, earthy and red-hot. "Don't worry, love. I'll take care of you." He murmurs against your skin, his words possessive and primal as he gently nips at your collarbone. "Mmnn... You smell...delicious." Your body responds instinctively, craving his touch, his attention. You feel feral, lost in a haze of need that clouds your thoughts.

He pulls you onto his lap, his lips finding yours in a fierce, desperate kiss. His mouth moves against yours with an urgency that matches your own, his teeth nipping at your upper lip. It's a kiss that's both demanding and worshipful. "Mine..." He growls against your lips, his fingers digging into your hips. His touch is possessive, claiming, and you can't help but arch into him, seeking more. Your hands tangle in his hair, pulling him closer, deepening the kiss as your need doubles, triples in intensity. As your lips part, breathless and wanting, his gaze meets yours and you see a feral hunger there; a hunger that matches your own. His fingers trace the line of your jaw, his touch claiming and tender all at once. "My mate, my love..." He whispers, his voice a mixture of need and reverence. "My everything..."

The room feels charged, every touch and glance sparking a fire that burns hotter with each passing moment. Your skin is alive with sensations, your heart racing as desire surges through you. It's as if the air itself has thickened, heavy with a hunger that's impossible to ignore.

John's eyes are no longer the calm, controlled pools you're used to. They're darker, feral and the hunger in them sets your pulse racing. As his fingers trace the line of your jaw, a shiver runs down your spine. His touch is rougher now, possessive and urgent. "Mine..." He growls, his voice a low rumble that resonates through your bones. His words send a jolt of need through you and you can't help the whimper that escapes your lips.

The mask of control that usually cloaks him is slipping, giving way to something more primal. And you want it, crave it, your own instincts responding to his. He roughly pulls you against him, his body pressed against yours in a way that leaves no room for escape. His lips find yours in a bruising kiss, demanding and fierce. Your hands find their way to his hair, tugging at the dark strands as your mouths move hungrily against each other. The kiss is a battle of wills, a clash of desires that leaves you both breathless. His teeth graze your top lip and a gasp escapes you, mingling with a moan as his tongue explores your mouth. His hands roam your body with a possessive fervour, leaving a trail of heat in their wake.

"John..." You gasp, your voice a plea and a demand all at once. He looks at you with eyes that burn with fiery need, his control slipping further. There's a hunger in his gaze, a wildness that matches your own. The air is thick with tension as he grinds up against you, his lips finding your neck, marking you with rough kisses. Each touch, each nip, sends sparks of pleasure through you, the sensation almost too much to bear.

"My love, you're perfect..." He growls again, his voice a mantra that reverberates through the room. Your fingers dig into his shoulders, nails leaving marks that match the ones he's left on your hips. The ache between your legs is a maddening need, an urgency that you can't ignore.

"John, please..." You whimper, your voice a desperate plea, as he pins you to the bed, growling and snarling.

You're in for it now...

[lustaffairs]

Masterlist (across the multiverse)

dark!Steve x boss!reader

Cal (Bikeriders) x reader - DEAD DOVE

steady as she goes - Clement Mansell

Amos Jenkins x sex worker

Amos Jenkins x married reader

Donald Pierce x captive reader

Kaden, flight delay

Mo Lundy

Tynan (Beckett) blurb

Series / Parts of Series

The Raid: dark!Steve x reader x dark!Javi

Beach Walks: surf instructor!Billy

Raider Joel: Carter

Boydo Character Requests (closed rn) ✏️

Current characters

Billy (Skeleton Twins)

Clement (Justified: City Primeval)

Donald Pierce (Logan)

John McBride (the Cursed)

Kaden (2/1)

Mo Lundy (The Free World)

Steve Murphy (Narcos)

Ty Shaw (Vengeance)

Will write:

100-1k smutty ficlets. I wanna dip my feet here.

You can prompt w/ pic, gif, or basic scenario.

x f!reader, canon pairings, can try x gn

Will not currently do:

Plot (lmao sorry)

Domestic fluff

Anal

Non-sexual bodily functions

Kinks with rules to follow, like bdsm.

Videos

narcos - steve/connie nsfw vid

[inevitablemoment]

Frightober Day 5 - Pre-Canon!Frank

Word Count: 552

Warnings: Mentions of a character death, grief/mourning, description of a jump scare, past spousal death, past parent death, past child abuse

Fandom: The Frighteners

Pairings: Frank Bannister x Debra Bannister (past/mentioned)

Okay, so this isn't a Lunnister piece, since it's set pre-canon, but this was mentioned in my fic, The Threshold of Something New. And, I get to explore Frank's dynamic with Stuart, Cyrus, and the Judge.

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The Volvo clunked out as Frank swerved into his usual parking spot on the hill. There had been yet another mysterious death listed in the obituary as a "heart attack," so naturally, he had to go back down to the cemetery.

After two months, he already had his little "ya got trouble" routine down to a science: express sympathy, hand out card, get kicked out by irate family member or Hiles.

Frank entered the house, only to be greeted by darkness.

"I paid the damn electric bill this month--" he mumbled, turning the lights on.

"SURPRISE!" Stuart popped out of nowhere, somehow having managed to secure a party hat onto his head.

Frank jumped back and screamed, "MOTHERFUCK--"

"Happy birthday!" Stuart cheered.

Once the sudden fear had faded, confusion quickly took its place. "How the hell did you know it was my birthday?"

Cyrus then walked in, also wearing a party hat but not looking happy about it. "Stuart got into one of your boxes, and found an old picture. On the back, it said that it was your birthday, and it gave the date."

"And that day is today!" Stuart exclaimed happily, ushering Frank through the unfinished house into the kitchen. "We have presents--"

"That he stole," Cyrus muttered.

"We have cake--"

"Which he also stole."

"And we have games!"

"Because that's a normal thing to have at a grown-ass man's party."

The Judge then stumbled in, as if he were drunk, singing something that Frank had guessed to be a popular drinking song in the Old West.

"How is he-- I got rid of the alcohol in the house!" Frank insisted.

"Nah, Rustler bit him pretty good-- lotta ectoplasm," Cyrus explained. "He's been out of it for awhile."

"Oh..." Frank grimaced.

"So, what do you want to do first?" Stuart asked.

There was something about the excitement in Stuart's voice that irked Frank. The bright decorations were giving him a headache, and his eyes felt like they were burning.

He thought of the few birthdays that he had gotten to spend with his mother before she had passed. He never really celebrated it after she had died; to say that his father wasn't the kind of man who cared about his son's birthday was an understatement.

Then, he had met Debra.

She had been the one who made his birthdays fun again.

She had been the reason why he was so happy to have lived and grown for another year.

And now that she was gone...

"What the hell were you thinking?" Frank asked.

Stuart blanched confusedly. "Pardon?"

"I'm not five years old anymore," he said. "I don't need you or anyone to make a big deal about my birthday. And I don't need you jumping out to scare me when I come home, then try to distract me from that fact that you invaded my privacy!"

He knew that the volume of his voice was rising, but he didn't care. He then pointed at both Stuart and Cyrus.

"And if you-- either of you-- mess with my stuff again, I'm sending you back to the cemetery," he warned.

Frank then skulked up the stairs, leaving the three emanations to themselves. Stuart lowered his head in shame and removed the party hat.

"Stu, I tried to warn you," Cyrus said.

[boydholbrook-fan]

Happy 43rd Birthday, Boyd Holbrook!

First of all, I made gifs from my most favorites of Boyd’s projects: (one gif for each project), posting them in a year of release order (from oldest to the most recent).

Movies + characters:

The Free World (2016) as Mo Lundy

Logan (2017) as Donald Pierce

The Predator (2018) as Quinn McKenna

Two/One (2019) as Kaden

In the Shadow of the Moon (2019) as Thomas Lockhart

Eight for Silver/The Cursed (2021/2022) as John McBride

Vengeance (2022) as Ty Shaw

Indiana Jones and the Dial of Destiny (2023) as Klaber

The Bikeriders (2023/2024) as Cal

TV Series/TV Mini Series + characters:

Narcos (2015 - 2016) as Steve Murphy

The Fugitive (2020) as Mike Ferro

The Sandman (2022 - ) as The Corinthian

Justified: City Primeval (2023) as Clement Mansell

And some of my favorite photos of Boyd, there's soooo many of them, I just picked some of them.

And now,

I wish you, Boyd Holbrook, all the best! Much health, love and luck! May all your dreams come true and your life be filled with joy, happiness, great achievements and many happy adventures! You’re an exceptional talent and a phenomenal actor! You’re incredible! You’re such an inspiring, wonderful and precious human being! With a huge heart! A beautiful soul! You deserve all the love and support! You deserve nothing but the best! Because you’re the best! A legend!

Love you and admire you so much! I love, admire and appreciate all the outstanding and hard work you’ve done in your career so far and really looking forward for many many more to come! You’re my absolute favorite actor and one of my most favorite people! I’m so proud to be a fan of yours! You’re a true actor! A handsome man! Sweet, adorable, amazing and humorous person who can brighten up people around you! I’m so happy for you and proud of you! So happy to see how far you’ve made it in your life and vast career! You deserve all the best things in life! Thank you for being who you are, for being you! Thank you for blessing our screens with your exceptional talent! You’re awesome!

Hope you have a wonderful day, on your special day, surrounded by people you love and those that love you! You’re an incredible and such a lovely and kind person! The best! And again, I wanna wish you all the best! Today is your day! Have a beautiful one! Happy Birthday, Boyd! Much love! ❤️❤️❤️🌟🌟🌟

And also, soon to be a 2-time dad! As you and Tatiana are expecting your second child, a girl! Again, huge congratulations to you and Tatiana! I'm so happy for you all! I wish you and your family nothing but the best! I hope the baby is born healthy! ❤️🌟🥰

And again,

YOU ARE A LEGEND, BOYD HOLBROOK! HAPPY BIRTHDAY!

[the-everqueen]

Oooh for the ask anything… what do you think is each Holbrook character’s most embarrassing kink (at least, that they consider embarrassing)?? 🙂‍↕️👀

lmao this is hilarious. okay.

the corinthian: i'm not convinced the Corinthian can/does feel shame. honestly it's not even a kink, he's just embarrassed he went to his knees that fast when Dream came to unmake him the first time.

donald pierce: every single kink this man has is (in his opinion) embarrassing. bondage. (done right - i think it could easily stomp on some triggers but some cuffs and collar action, maybe some shibari? the artfulness/making him into art would be erotic.) feminization. 24/7 TPE. orgasm denial. praise kink. i don't think he would admit any of these, they'd either have to be forced upon him or sussed out by his partner reading between the lines. also he'd complain/balk/protest the entire time. meanwhile, what he SHOULD be more ashamed of is his music taste.

ty shaw: once again, don't know if Ty feels shame. he seems pretty at ease with himself and his choices. maaaaybe dub-con or non-con shit: he knows the etiquette and he cares a lot about consent when it's other people. unfortunately getting shoved/hit/forced gives him a raging boner. he justifies this to himself as, "isn't it *technically* consensual if you know it's a turn on?" no, Ty, and you know it's not.

quinn mckenna: "why does nebraska call you babygirl" / "how about we shut up for a bit." <- what came to mind IMMEDIATELY. anything where quinn is made to feel soft/cared for. lowkey when he and his wife were together, he'd be pathetic when he had a cold because she made him soup. (meanwhile, when he actually had like, walking pneumonia, he ignored it until she made him go to the ER because he thought he was being a wuss.)

clement mansell: also doesn't feel shame. clearly.

john mcbride: i haven't seen this movie but uh. i'm gonna say prostate milking.

[boasamishipper]

LARROQUETTE POLL ROUND ONE RECAP

our original pool of sixteen sexy larroquette characters has been winnowed down to an elite eight. if your faves won the fight, congratulations! pat yourselves on the back for a vote well cast and a propaganda campaign well run. if your faves sadly did not emerge victorious, don't worry: the round one losers will have a bracket of their own after this tournament is over, so they'll all have one more shot at the crown.

let's meet our elite eight!

Billy Ace (Choose Me)

though David Bedford (Blind Date) fought the good fight, Billy Ace (of tall dark and handsome, leather jacket, and motorcycle riding fame) emerged victorious with 18 votes to 12. hopefully David will find consolation in his gigantic pile of teddy bears.

Carl Sack (Boston Legal)

his bitchiness, stoic demeanor and steadfast refusal to take part in the Shenanigans™️ around him have bewitched larroquette nation body and soul: Crane, Poole, and Schmidt senior partner Carl Sack beats serial killer-turned-attorney Joey Heric (The Practice) 33 votes to 9. 'no hard feelings,' says Joey amiably while sharpening his knives. sleep with one eye open, Carl.

Jenkins (The Librarians)

this race saw the highest voter turnout, and while things were close in the beginning, TWW's Lionel Tribbey's faithful cricket bat was no match for Jenkins's sword, or his crossbow, or his lightsaber, or his bow ties, or his clubbing outfit. with 36 votes to 24, our beloved caretaker moves onto the next round, and Lionel Tribbey can take a much needed vacation someplace warm, with as many drinks with little umbrellas in them as his heart desires <3

John Hemingway (The John Larroquette Show)

hemingway during the final hours of the race:

it was close, but our favorite well-read bus depot manager John Hemingway emerged victorious over ex cop turned lawyer curmudgeon with a heart of gold Mike McBride. congratulations john! see you next time, mcbride!

Bob Anderson (Baa Baa Black Sheep)

our good baby-faced second lieutenant took the lead early on and maintained it all the way to the end. rip Captain Stillman. back to commanding officer duty at an alaskan weather station you go.

Mark Bannister (Madhouse)

in a race that led many (my dear friend emily @footnoteinhistory) to ask Why Are You Doing This To Me, sexy yuppie driven to madness Mark Bannister (Madhouse) beats nice handsome single father Don Moore (Summer Rental) 26 votes to 9. Mark may be going onto the next round, but does he have a boat? No? Didn't think so.

Roan Montgomery (Chuck)

another nailbiter of a race, but much like rock beats scissors, legend suave debonair secret agent man (Roan Montgomery) beats cigar-smoking businessman with a predilection for child murder (Lawrence Van Dough) every time. off you go to your next assignment, Agent Montgomery. Mr. Van Dough, back to court-mandated community service on the sprawling lawns of the Rich mansion with you.

Dan Fielding (Night Court)

he couldn't beat a dead man, he couldn't beat a spunky blonde, but by god, our favorite ADA absolutely trounced paranormal detective Wilbur Willis (Second Sight) in a battle of sexiness. good work as always, mr. prosecutor - let's see if you've got what it takes to go all the way!

Round 2 will begin at 12pm CT on 9/16.

[bludpudding]

what are your favorite fics featuring boyd characters?

listen now I am personally not a writer but I do work in character design and world building. I’ve helped my babe @breedaboyd out with a few different fics now and I’ll be real he truly brings the magic to my visions. obviously I’m biased but our joint projects are some of my favorite fics of all time I cannot plug them enough

our two most notable works are:

Safe Haven - Donald Pierce has never had a heat, what with him being a late-blooming Omega. Maybe he can make the best of a bad situation when his heat finally hits and an unexpected hero comes to the rescue.

I am so in love with Kurt Ackerman it’s not even funny. precious gentle giant guard dog. but I will step aside for Don’s sake. konnie otp they are married in every universe

The Angel and the Preacher - Nick Reiner is a preacher at the local church. Ryan (aka Miracle Guy) is a fallen angel-come-superhero. In an effort to quell his homesickness, Ryan stumbles into the church but accidentally initiates the final fall of Preacher Nick. Soon, their world devolves into fire, passion and blood. It's only by nightfall that the two men manage to affirm and accept their blossoming bond before facing the dawn together.

chariot wrote some bomb ass poetry for this one I still lose my mind over it

some bonus art of ryan !! boyds are always so fun to redesign

here are some of chariot’s solo works that I think about a LOT:

Pupinthian - Morpheus turns the Corinthian into a kind of man/dog hybrid. It's not too bad. [AFAB!Cori ☓ AMAB!Reader]

Like Cats and Dogs - You decide you've been out of the dating game for a little too long and decide to go for a night on the town to see what you can find. You end up getting a little more than you bargained for in a tall, blonde Adonis of a man who crosses your path.[Intersex!Cori ☓ AMAB!Reader]

Take Your Silver Spoon, Dig Your Grave - Ten instances where Johnny and Cal crossed the line of MC president and mechanic, drawing inspiration from the music of the time period. [AMAB!Cal ☓ AMAB!Johnny]

Wishful Sinful - Professor Stephen Tynan is your Human Sexual Behaviour Professor and you've had your eye on him for quite some time. Realising this isn't the most appropriate setting to be crushing (hard) on a person, you decide to ask if you can switch classes. But will that make any difference? And what will Professor Tynan have to say about your intentions on leaving his class? [AMAB!Tynan ☓ AFAB!Reader]

His Little Dove - While walking back from another town, a snow storm hits and you have no other choice but to rush into a mysterious, nearby cottage despite rumours of a terrifying beast lurking the area. Did you make the right choice? [AMAB!John McBride ☓ AFAB!Reader]

My Love, Mine, All Mine - Tooth-rotting fluff + Valentine's Day with Mo Lundy [AMAB!Mo ☓ AFAB!Reader]

[seriouslycromulent]

My rewatch of The John Larroquette Show (so far)

In my effort to keep my Larroquette obsession thriving, I've recently started a rewatch of The John Larroquette Show. Like Night Court (which I rewatched in 2022), I remember watching this show when it originally aired.

But unlike Night Court, my memory of most of the episodes is a bit fuzzy. I remember the main characters and their personalities just fine, but not so much what happens in terms of the storyline.

Regardless, I'm enjoying the rewatch, and I'm pleasantly surprised by how much the show holds up over time, how evergreen the topics are, and how strong the jokes are. Seriously. They are constantly telling jokes that I swear are as old as vaudeville, but they kill in terms of laughs from the audience and from me as well.

Example: In s2e8 "The Book of Rachel," Mayim Bialik guest stars as a young hippie-ish woman named Rachel who shows up in hopes of finding out if John Hemingway (JL's character) is her real dad. She's narrowed down the search to 3 men who knew her mom, who was living wild and free back in the '70s, around that time.

When John asks how her mother's doing, Rachel says, "She's doing pretty good. She's been clean for about 5 years now." John, a recovering alcoholic who's been sober for 1 year, says, "That's great! So no more drugs and booze, huh?" And Rachel says, "Oh no, there's still plenty of drugs and booze. She's just been bathing regularly for 5 years."

I'm not telling it very well in writing, but I swear to you, that joke is funny as hell, and Mayim and JL's delivery is perfection. Plus, it got a huge laugh from the audience, which speaks to its timeless nature.

Anyway, I just wanted to share a thought or two on the show so far. (I'm on episode 12 of Season 2, just in case anyone wants to know the context.)

Here are some random thoughts I've had so far:

Like Night Court, the show does a solid job of mixing comedy and drama. The first season is a bit more drama heavy because they dealt more with the recovery storyline, but I think it still worked and the whole concept is still pretty daring (i.e., revolving around the unglamorous lives of people who work in and around a bus station at night) even compared to today's sitcoms, which still tend to play it safe.

JL's hair in the first season is absurdly long. Or at least it gets to be absurdly long about halfway through the season. And it's not a good look. Not because he looks bad with long hair, but because it looks like it takes a lot of upkeep. And a man who is working 3rd shift at a bus station and lives in a halfway house/SRO building doesn't seem like he'd have a strict hair care regimen to make it appear perfectly tamed at all time. Seriously, at one point I had to ask out loud, "I wonder if they curl the ends with a curling iron or do they use rollers?"

This may be the first TV show I ever saw Chi McBride in. Despite seeing him on plenty of TV shows and films over the years, I never knew he had such a lovely singing voice. I'm glad they gave him a chance to share his singing talent. His version of "Danny Boy" in season 1 was very good.

The 2 corrupt police officers who blatantly flaunt their bias and awfulness are both funny and a great commentary on what was happening in America at the time (i.e., the Rodney King police beating, and the aftermath of the verdict was still very fresh in everyone's minds then). Sadly, it is an evergreen topic for the U.S., but I think it says a lot about the writers for TJLS that they attacked the subject so openly and didn't shy away of being critical of police or lampooning them. I don't think a modern American sitcom would approach the subject so brazenly and unapologetically today. JL has said in a number of interviews that the show was kind of ahead of its time. And I'm inclined to agree with him, at least in some areas.

It's so cool going back to watch old TV shows and catching actors who have now become bigger names in the business. I just watched an episode with Jane Lynch working as a mental health care professional. Of course, this was way before she found success on Glee and The 40-Year-Old Virgin.

Does JL manage to work in a reference to Samuel Beckett into everything he works on starting with this series? It's starting to function as his own career Easter egg at this point. I'm not complaining. Just wondering.

I know Don Reo created the show, but I suspect JL had a small amount of his life's adventures and details shape the John Hemingway character (like the Beckett references, his running commentary on anything that happened in the 1960s, his openness about being friends with anyone from any background, etc.). But the only way to truly know this is for JL to 1) tell us in Q&As or interviews, or 2) write an autobiography already, dammit!

In s2e1 "Changes," JL sits down in a chair by swinging his leg over the back of it, and I immediately thought of the Riker Maneuver. I know JL did it before Jonathan Frakes on TNG, but it will always be the Riker Maneuver to me.

Another way the show was ahead of its time was in its portrayal of sex workers and trans people. Most of the time, it's played for comedy on the show (I mean, it is a sitcom after all), but there's a very real attempt to share stories of Carly, Teddi and Pat that are humanizing. Teddi and Pat are trans sex workers, but they are accepted by most (not the male cop) and aren't just the butt of jokes. They even get included in simple things like group poker games and asked to watch the lunch counter when Dexter runs off to do something or other. That might seem like not a big deal, but at that time (the mid-90s), most inclusion of hookers and trans folks on TV usually involved heavy drama like trying to save them from their lives or begrudgingly acknowledging that they were a part of society with disdain and ridicule. And the overall acceptance of Carly as a friend and possible love interest without trying to save her or judge her was also a bit ahead of its time. And when there were moments of judgment, they were faced head on and challenged.

[cevansbrat0007]

Hey Brit! A question about Andy Bear and Baby girl. I know the Barber fam has their designated movie nights, but in some fics Babygirl just wants to watch movies with him after work. Is this a regular occurrence for them? And what are their favorite things to watch together? I love that he puts up with reality…wish he’d oblige housewives 😭 but besides Love is Blind/Jersey shore, what things do they equally love to watch together?

Andy and Baby Girl curling up on the couch together after a long day of work is a pretty regular occurrence. It's a way for them to relax and reconnect with one another. A good snuggle sesh is the perfect come down after a rough day spent in court or dealing with clients.

Below is a list of what they're watching now. Keep in mind, these are shows they actually pay attention to, versus the stuff they put on for background noise when they're in more of a Netflix and Chill type of mood.

The Righteous Gemstones: they stumbled upon this one after randomly watching a movie with Danny McBride. That dysfunctional family and their ridiculous megachurch makes for some quality TV. And their favorite characters are Judy Gemstone, Uncle Baby Billy, and Keefe.

Yellowjackets: they recently binged both seasons one and two and were pissed at Misty over the whole Natalie debacle. Andy was also a big fan of Elijah Wood's guest starring role.

Mayor of Kingstown: Baby Girl was riveted during the entire time they binged that show. She kept asking questions about whether or not things were actually that corrupt in their own city. She really put her man in the hot seat.

Based On A True Story: This one actually took some convincing on Baby Girl's part. She loves anything with Kaley Cuoco, but her Big Man wasn't sold. However, they were both pleasantly surprised by just how much they enjoyed the show. It's not often that something makes them laugh out loud.

Jack Ryan: Andy had already seen season one of the show before he convinced his girl that she might like it too. It turns out he was right. Although, he was a little annoyed when he realized that his television companion had developed a bit of a crush on John Krasinski. But at least he's better than Lloyd Evans-Drysdale.

Dexter: this is a re-watch for both of them. They finished the series years ago and just randomly decided to start watching it again from the beginning during a lazy weekend. Although they both agree that the final season is trash.

Hope this answers your question! Thanks for the ask and enjoy the rest of your weekend!

[andrevasims]

1980s Horror Film Character Names

I totally forgot I’d started making this last year! I think I never posted it because I wanted to find more names, but there’s already a decent amount and I don’t feel like being that tedious about names right now lol.

It’s first & last names (separated for mix & match potential) of characters from iconic late 1970s & 1980s horror movies. I think I started looking for cheesier B-movies to pull from, but yeah it’s been a whole year so I forget.

First Names

Alice Allen Allison Ally Amy Angela Annie Arnie Artie Axel Barry Bill Billy Bobby Brady Brenda Brent Brett Brooke Buddy Burt Buzz Carol Anne Carter Casey Charley Charlie Chili Christine Chuck Cindy Courtney Craig Cynthia Dana Darcy Debbie Demi Dennis Diane Donna Doug Doyle Duane Elaine Ellie Emma Ernie Ferdy Foster Gary Gene George Gerald Ginny Glen Hal Hank Helen Jack Jackie Jake Jason Jeff Jennifer Jerry Jesse Jimmy Joanne Jodi Joe Joey John Johnny Judd Judy Kate Katherine Kathy Katie Kelly Ken Kenny Kim Kimberly Kristen Larry Laurie Lea Leigh Lenny Leroy Linda Lisa Liz Lynn Marci Marcia Marcie Mark Mary Lou Masen Max Meg Megan Mel Melissa Mike Molly Monica Nancy Ned Neil Nick Nicki Nikki Patti Patty Paul Paula Peter Phoebe Polly Rachel Ralph Reilly Rennie Richie Rick Ricky Rob Rod Roland Ronnie Roy Ruby Rudolf Rudy Russ Sally Sandy Sara Sarah Shane Sharon Sheila Shelly Sissy Steve Steven Susie Suzie Tad Taryn Teddy Terri Tina Toby Tom Jesse Tommy Tracy Trish Valerie Vic Vickie Vicky Warren Wendy Wes Will

Last Names

Andrews Angelo Badger Baker Barnes Barrington Bates Baxter Beringer Brand Brewster Bringsley Brown Burke Burns Cabot Camber Carrington Cassidy Caulfield Challis Clarke Cole Cologne Corben Corvino Costic Crusel Cunningham Daigler Dandrige Daniels Darnell Darrinco Deagle Dier Doyle Duke Dumpkin Duncan Essmont Evans Field Franklin Freeling Frye Futterman Garris Garth Geiger Graham Gray Grimbridge Guilder Halavex Hammond Hanniger Hardy Harper Hawes Holland Hopkins Jachson Jarvis Jessup Junkins Kemp Kessler Kincaid Kopecky Kupfer Lane Lantz LeBay Lynch Lynn Macauley Maloney McBride McFadden McGregor McNichol Meeker Meisel Mercer Morgan Mott Nagle Nessler Newby Palmer Parker Parks Parsley Pataki Peltzer Penmark Perry Pervier Powers Priswell Repperton Richards Shote Spool Stanton Stark Statler Stavinski Steele Stevens Strauber Strode Sykes Taylor Thomas Thompson Thorn Toomey Trenton Vanders Venable Walsh Warner Weatherall Webber White

[breedaboyd]

Day 22 ~ Thirsty for More

Prompt: In Heat.

Pairing: Alpha!John McBride × Omega!Ezra May (M!OC).

Word Count: 6.2k+

CW: A/B/O, breeding kink, cumflation, dirty talk, lactation, mating cycles, oral sex, vaginal sex.

A/N: In this short, we're using A/B/O dynamics with the werewolf vibe. Being A/B/O isn't normal in the universe but, after John bites Ezra, he also develops the dynamics and his body changes. Ezra has a dick and a vag now.

Ezra's day at Scotland Yard has been anything but ordinary.

As he trudges through the fog-choked streets of London, a sense of unease settles deep within him. His illness has worsened, a gnawing ache in his bones that refuses to ease. The buildings loom overhead, shrouded in mist, their windows like dim, watchful eyes. His footsteps echo on the cobblestones, hollow and distant. His vision blurs and he stumbles, catching himself against a lamppost. The world tilts, a dizzying whirl of shapes and shadows.

Breathing heavily, he finally arrives home, his modest home nestled in a quiet corner of the city. He kicks the door shut behind him, shivering in the draughty hallway. The flickering candlelight casts eerie, dancing shadows on the walls. His hands tremble as he peels off his coat, revealing the sweat-soaked shirt clinging to his fevered skin. He stumbles into the bathroom, fingers fumbling for the faucet. The cool water provides momentary relief as he splashes his face but the fever still burns deep within.

Ezra stumbles toward the bedroom, collapsing onto the sheets. His breathing quickens, his pulse races. He's hot, impossibly so, and it's like a fire rages under his skin. Beads of sweat glisten on his forehead, his body trembling with an undeniable heat that's all-consuming. It's then that he feels it; a change, a shift. It's as if his body is preparing for something, something primal and overpowering. He gasps, clutching the sheets as a surge of desire courses through him. His senses, heightened by the wolf blood in his veins after John's bite, come alive. The scent of his own arousal fills the room, hot and heady, mingling with the damp, musky scent of his fevered skin. His body responds, hips lifting instinctively as he grinds against the air. Ezra's heart races, his mind clouded by a haze of need and lust. He's overwhelmed by sensations, by the relentless fire that burns under his skin. It's a transformation, a primal awakening, and he can't control it.

His fingers trail down his sweat-dampened shirt, tracing the path of fevered skin below. Every touch, every caress, sends sparks of pleasure racing through him. He moans, his voice a high, desperate sound that fills the room. And then, in the depths of his fevered delirium, he thinks of John; the way his lips would feel, the taste of his skin, the press of their bodies together... It's a fantasy born of need, a craving that consumes him. In the dimly lit room, Ezra is a creature of raw desire, lost in the throes of an uncontrollable transformation. His body, changed by the wolf's blood, is preparing for something primal, something that defies reason and restraint...

The gas lamps flicker in the gathering dusk as John steps through the door of their home. The scent of rain-soaked streets and the distant hum of the city hang heavy in the air. Fatigue clings to him like a second skin, a testament to the long day at the coroner's office.

He strips off his coat and hangs his hat by the door, shaking off the chill in his bones. He makes his way through the house, his steps as familiar as the shadows that play across the walls. John comes to a stop at the doorway of their bedroom, his eyes adjusting to the low light. The curtains are drawn, shrouding the room in hues of gold and amber.

As he steps further into the dimly-lit room, his eyes narrow in concern. There, on the sheets, lies Ezra, his figure twisted in a fevered stupor. John's breath catches, heart pounding in his chest. The sight is both alarming and achingly familiar.

"Ezra." He breathes, a mix of worry and want seeping into his voice. He crosses the room in quick strides, the familiar creak of floorboards beneath his boots. He reaches out, his fingers brushing against Ezra's damp forehead. The heat radiating from him is palpable. Ezra stirs, a low groan escaping his parched lips. His eyes flutter open, unfocused and glazed with fever. Recognition dawns slowly, like the hesitant break of dawn after a long night.

"John..." His voice is a raspy whisper, barely audible. He struggles to sit up, his movements weak and unsteady.

"Easy now, love." John soothes, helping him into a more upright position. He takes in the disarray of the room; the damp, wrinkled sheets, the sweat-drenched suit clinging to the detective, the fevered flush on Ezra's cheeks — a tableau of need and distress.

"How long have you been like this?" John's concern is etched in every line of his face, his eyes searching Ezra's for answers, the wolf already threatening to break free. Ezra's gaze is unfocused as if he's still caught in the hazy grip of his fevered dreams.

"Don't... Don't rightly know. Feels like forever." He manages, chest heaving. The worry tightens in John's chest. He reaches for his handkerchief and begins to gently wipe away the sweat that beads on Ezra's forehead.

"You're burning up." He murmurs, more to himself than to Ezra. "I need to cool you down, love."

With practiced efficiency, John moves about the small house, gathering what he needs. He fills a basin with cool water, wringing out a cloth before carefully pressing it against Ezra's flushed skin. The touch is a balm to Ezra's fevered body. He leans into it, his eyes fluttering shut.

"J-John... Something's... Something's wrong..." He gasps, trembling fingers reaching for his partner. John doesn't miss the fear in Ezra's voice, that edge of desperation cutting through the fog.

"Shh..." John soothes, his hand gently caressing Ezra's cheek. "It'll be alright. I'm here." The words are a promise, a vow that John intends to keep.

"I'm... It's... I'm so hot, John, it's eating me up inside... I need... I can't..." Ezra can barely get the words out, his body wracked with tremors. John can see the way Ezra's fighting against the fever, against the aching need that coils deep within. There's no doubt that the detective is in some pain as it seems the heat of the wolf blood is attempting to make itself known. He knows firsthand the struggle of containing the beast, the struggle to keep his urges in check and it doesn't surprise him in the least that Ezra is struggling just as much.

"What do you need, love?" John asks softly and Ezra struggles, uselessly pulling at his sweat-slick suit. It looks like he didn't manage to strip down before getting into bed.

"N-Need clothes...off..." He huffs out and John reaches down, untying his cravat and setting it aside before moving to unbutton the younger man's shirt. Ezra's restless energy persists as the wolf tries to come out.

Once he's stripped his lover down, he lays him back against the pillows, Ezra's chest heaving from the fever-induced exertion. John can't keep his eyes off Ezra's body, especially as he lifts his hips, grinding against the air, presenting himself. Heat, John thinks. His fevered brain is trying to prepare him for mating. In fact, Ezra's body is completely ready to receive John's pups, ready to be knotted and bred. John knows this is far too early to be happening. Ezra's heat would ordinarily have come a few months later but perhaps the stress at work has hurried things along, made his body more susceptible.

"Oh, love..." John trails off, drinking in the sight of his lover. Ezra's skin is flushed with heat, pink and glistening with sweat. His body arches in desperation, searching for relief. His eyes — normally a bright emerald green — are eclipsed with gold and black, the animal within him fighting to the surface. His chest is swollen and full, nipples puffy and tender, with fluid beading along the flesh. He's... He's already... He's already in such deep heat, he's begun lactating. His thighs are shivering, cock hard and leaking as slick drips from his newly-opened hole. The sweet, hot cunt that split Ezra at the seams when he became John's mate, the one that never fully closed after the bite, is now more open than ever before. In mere moments, Ezra's entrance is gaping enough for John to see deep inside. He's never seen a heat this intense. "Oh, love..." He repeats and the younger man shudders, pupils blown wide.

"Don't...know...what...to do... Please..." Ezra's writhing against the sheets, sweat-dampened curls clinging to his forehead. "Help me, John..."

"Alright, love, alright. Here, I'll help you."

Trying not to look too terribly eager, John begins to strip himself down. There are too many layers, too many buttons, and the wolf is so close to breaking free. He manages to remove his waistcoat, shirt and cravat before his restraint snaps and the pants and boots are next to go. John's body is warm, too warm, and his head spins with dizzying heat and lust. His boots thump on the rug, trousers abandoned on the oak floorboards, drawers discarded as well. The room feels hotter, humid, and his own fevered skin brushes against Ezra's as he slides into bed.

"Does it hurt, love?" He asks, gently cupping the younger man's cheek and watching him keen desperately into the contact.

"N-No but...it's intense. So hot and...my heart's... I'm trembling..." Ezra whimpers, his fingers curling into fists in the damp sheets. He tugs weakly, arching his back. His breathing is laboured as his words slur, drunk off the scent of his own arousal. The scent of fresh, hot, fertile flesh floods John's senses. God, Ezra smells so good...

Ezra tilts his head back, exposing his throat, inviting John in, begging for the press of his partner's teeth. With a growl, John obliges him, fitting his mouth over the throbbing pulse point in Ezra's neck, the scar of his claiming bite aching and sore. He worries the skin between his teeth, lapping at it affectionately, the salty tang of his lover's sweat on his tongue. Ezra mewls, his eyes fluttering shut. His body responds to the primal sign of affection, slick dripping from his spread legs and soaking into the sheets below. He shifts, rolling his hips, presenting himself for John to claim. John pauses for a moment, catching his breath, and nuzzles into the crook of Ezra's shoulder, peppering soft kisses over the bruised flesh. He smells delicious; like honey and rosewood and sweat and sex and it's all John's. He's marked with John's teeth, branded with his bite, and John aches to mark his lover again, fill him with pups, show everyone in London what they've been doing, what they are, that Ezra is his.

John pulls away for a moment, gazing down at Ezra's chest, swollen and flushed and begging to be emptied. With trembling hands, the older man reaches up and gives his mate's breasts a gentle squeeze, earning himself a gasp. More beaded liquid pools in Ezra's nipples, milky fluid dripping along the puffy, tender buds. Ezra's cries grow desperate and John leans down, running his tongue along his lover's nipple before sucking firmly. He groans, sweet, ambrosial milk filling his mouth. Ezra tastes delicious, like nectar, and John laps it up hungrily. He buries his face in Ezra's chest, kissing and licking and sucking. He's so ripe and ready, ready to feed John's pups, ready to be filled.

"J-John! I'm— How am I— You made me like this, John..." John chokes out a low growl, his teeth grazing against sensitive, pink flesh.

"I know, love, I know. You smell so...so good. You're so gorgeous like this. I want to breed you and fuck you and fill you with my pups. Make you mine in every way..." He seals his lips over one of Ezra's aching buds again, suckling and swallowing, draining him dry. Ezra wriggles and strains, hips lifting, his fingers gripping the bedsheets tightly. His muffled whimpers are music to John's ears and he keeps suckling, drinking down every drop. "You taste so sweet, love... I can't get enough..."

"John, please... God, it's so hot...! I'm so... Why do I..." Ezra manages to get out and he slows his pace. John gazes up, wiping drops of milk from his moustache. Ezra's staring at him, gold-flecked eyes pleading, aching thighs quivering and parted.

"It's alright, you're in heat. Your body's... Well, it's trying to get ready for me." He explains, firmly kneading the younger man's full, swollen chest.

"But it's...usually not this...bad... Why am I..." He flushes anew with heat as he watches the way his nipples squirt a little, letting loose more beads of delicious milk. "That's never...happened before..." His shy look is almost too much for the older man. John rewards Ezra's bashfulness with another hard suck and he can feel how the young man writhes and thrusts his breasts harder into John's waiting mouth. He's a lewd picture of submissiveness and want. His eyes flutter shut with obvious pleasure as John works his full, fertile chest. It's true. It's never been this intense before, usually he's only got minor symptoms; slight fever, lethargy, higher sex drive, heightened senses. Never something this...intense, almost severe.

"I'm not sure, love. Did something happen today? Something stressful?" He asks, drawing slow circles around his young lover's nipple with his tongue, almost cool against the fevered skin.

"I-I suppose. Was called in to help on an investigation for a murder; gruesome scene. Thought it was just stress, a-a migraine, at first... Wasn't 'til I got home that it seemed worse. Was home alone when I started to feel...strange. It was too hot and I was d-dizzy. My body felt...good but sore. Legs gave out and I ended up in bed, spreading them..." Ezra babbles, the feeling of his lover sucking out his milk coupled with the fever making him quite talkative. John's never been a religious man but the sight is almost too divine. Long, auburn curls splayed across the pillows, cheeks and lips pink with warmth, eyelashes fanned delicately over his sun-kissed freckles, slender body arched and wanton with need. Ezra is an angel, cast down from heaven to feed John's own passion. "I-I'm not a whore, John, p-promise! I couldn't help it! Wanted to cum until I ached, fill myself with anything I could find but...my body was too tired and I couldn't move... Was left here...wanting...needing..." John presses a gentle kiss to Ezra's lips, feeling him tremble.

"I know you're not, love." He promises and he wants nothing more than to worship his mate. He nuzzles into the crook of Ezra's neck, nibbling over the teeth-marked flesh of his claiming bite, before suckling lovingly. "If anything, this means that you're healthy, that you're...incredibly fertile. And all this milk..." He gives the young detective's breasts another squeeze, spurts of white arcing in the air. "All this milk must mean you're ready for me. Ready for me to pump you full of pups, keep you tied to my knot for days, listening to you scream and beg." He can see Ezra's too far gone to respond with anything other than a high whine and a throbbing gush of slick. "I'll make you cum, love, as many times as I can manage and every time I'll fill that ripe body of yours with seed until it's pouring down your gorgeous, perfect legs. Would you like that?"

"Please, John, I'll breed well... Need your pups in me..." Ezra pants out. "No...more talking, John... Just touch me..." His breath is shallow and quick as his chest rises and falls, fingers curling into fists and claws bursting through his nailbeds because, Christ, he's still transforming.

"Of course, love. Let's start with this chest of yours."

John's determined to see this through to the end, to make sure his mate is safe and sated. He groans softly as he lowers his mouth to Ezra's chest again, working his tongue in slow, lazy circles. Each spurt of milk tastes sweeter and thicker than the last and John can't help but savour it, savour the fruits of his claiming bite. His lips are sealed around one nipple, a large, warm hand working the other breast, as Ezra writhes beneath him, bucking and whining. He can feel just how ready his mate is, pulse fluttering as his cunt drips with slick. The milk that floods his mouth is delicious, like the sweetest honey, and John can't resist gulping it down greedily. There's so much of it, Ezra is so full, his chest tender and ripe, and John feels his stomach grow heavy with the sheer volume he's drank. He continues to suckle, the sound sloppy and wet as Ezra mewls below, his cunt twitching with need. John can smell it; the thick, musky scent of Ezra's slick, clinging to the air and flooding his senses. He draws away with a soft gasp, panting heavily.

"Do you think you could cum from this, love? From filling my mouth? Drinking from you is..." He huffs out, lust threatening to consume him. "I could do it for hours." Ezra whimpers and nods.

"Mm-hmm... Th-Think so..." He whines and John purrs, pressing wet, open-mouthed kisses along the soft flesh of his mate's chest.

"Good boy. Here, let me make you cum. I can't imagine how much you need it." John lowers his head again and latches onto Ezra's nipples, laving his tongue over sensitive flesh, his lips and beard slick with milk. His nipples are abused and sore but every tug of John's mouth sends a bold of pleasure straight between the younger man's legs.

And John can imagine it; Ezra heavy and round with pups, chest full with milk, leaking through his shirt steadily. He'd need to be brought to orgasm over and over just to satisfy him. John could drink from him every night when he got home, stepping through the door and seeing his mate all swollen and begging for him. His mouth would water and he'd rip open his clothes, taking Ezra then and there. It's delicious fantasy, too much to take, and John grinds against the sheets, his knot pulsing. He reaches down, taking his cock in hand, working it in smooth strokes. It's too good to deny himself the pleasure now.

Ezra's legs shake as his chest heaves, pushing himself against John's warm, demanding mouth. The need to cum is getting stronger and stronger, coiling deep in his belly. It's a steady build, a rush of heat that has him trembling, struggling to ride it. His heartbeat echoes in his ears as he whimpers as his climax hits. Milk floods over John's tongue like a dam's broken and with every pulse, Ezra's dick spurts too as his cunt drenches the sheets with slick. He cries and whimpers, writhing on the damp sheets, thighs shuddering and chest heaving. He becomes boneless and pliant, riding his bliss with shaky puffs. John's not far behind, cock slick with pre-cum and he grunts, sliding the tip into his mate's empty, begging cunt. He's overwhelmed by the thought of Ezra, pregnant and satisfied and milked dry, and the mere idea sends him over the edge. With a groan, John spills inside, his semen creamy and hot, but he doesn't knot them together. Yet.

John pulls back, knot still throbbing, to watch Ezra's swollen hole glisten with slick and cum. His fangs are fully out, pups aching to be planted inside his mate, as Ezra gazes up at him, eyes wet with tears. "That's the first one, love. Don't worry, I'm going to have you stuffed full..." John sounds wrecked, half-wild, his voice dark with satisfaction. He can't believe it. He must be in heat too now, brought on by seeing just how debauched his lovely mate is. John can hardly think straight, not with how much thick, sweet milk still drips from Ezra's breasts. All John wants to do is fuck his young lover hard and fast and fill him with pups while drinking him dry. "Count for me, Ezra. Count how many loads I put in you." John's gaze is full of desire as he surges forwards, letting his wolf take over. He rips a mating growl from his throat and, at the very sound, Ezra whimpers and writhes, his hole clenching tight.

"That's the f-first, John..." He breathes weakly, fingers curling into the bedsheets.

"Well done, love. I'll make sure you're properly bred by the time I'm done with you, then give you a nice hard breeding with my knot. Maybe I'll drink from you while we're knotted, have some honeyed wine to go with it." That certainly seems to do the trick for the younger man who whines and arches his back, oozing more sweet, creamy slick and cum from his cunt.

John decides it's time the detective's neglected cock gets some attention this time. He lays on his side — so he's able to reach his own dick — between Ezra's shaking, trembling thighs.

"You have such gorgeous legs, love." John sighs, pressing kisses along the side of the younger man's knee before heading north. He peppers kisses and bites along Ezra's inner thighs, getting closer and closer to where his mate so desperately needs him. "And they only look better when you spread them for me..." John whispers, stopping to take in the sight of Ezra's cunt, already puffy and filled with cum. He can't help but admire the sight, licking his lips at the opportunity to breed his mate so thoroughly. He thinks he might die from overstimulation if he cums as many times as he intends to but Ezra's soft, pathetic moans are adorable and his hole quivers for him... John could fill his mate for months with the pups he'll put in him today...

Turning his attention to Ezra's dick, John presses wet kisses along the base, where pre-cum has pooled in the short, dark brown hair. Ezra jerks, whining loudly, his aching, used body demanding he be filled over and over. He barely has the energy to keep himself awake but he tries. Gazing up at the young detective, John leans down and trails his tongue over the tip of Ezra's aching dick. The sweet, salty taste of Ezra's precum is delicious and John feels his mate whimper and moan. "Such a sweet, little cock... Perfect and sticky and made for my mouth..." He rasps out and the young man moans, his wet hole clenching around nothing, growing needier and more desperate by the moment.

Slowly, deeply, John takes Ezra's dick into his mouth. Bless him; his mate's cock is adorably small. Taking Ezra to the root is hardly a challenge but that's a non-issue. Each stilted thrust into John's warm, willing mouth brings the detective closer and closer to the edge. He can feel his heart pounding in his chest and his breathing comes in heavy gasps. But for such a small piece, the amount of pre it produces is incredible and John drinks it down, his throat filled with the rich, salty flavour.

"J-John... God, your m-mouth is so... I-It's so... Ohh—" Ezra struggles to speak, his thoughts consumed by a feverish haze. He digs his claws into the sheets as John swallows around his cock. His thighs tremble with pleasure as he arches off the sheets, struggling to steady his breathing. One hand slides down to card through John's dark, sweat-matted hair, Ezra's lust-darkened eyes lidded as he watches John take him down over and over. He feels a tingle shoot through his spine and his thighs tighten. His toes curl as he grips the sheets tighter, threatening to tear the fabric. John pulls away for a moment, working Ezra's cock with one hand and his own with the other.

"That's right, love, let me hear how good it is." John smirks as his sweet mate makes so many sinful noises, writhing on the sheets. As he strokes Ezra's dick with one hand, John brings his other hand down and begins rubbing at his own knot, already so close to cumming again. "Think about how full you'll be when we're finished. I'll have fucked so many pups into you by the time you've reached your limit. Imagine yourself, six, seven, eight months pregnant with our pups, naked and overeager in our bed, your gorgeous body so soft and sore that I'd need to milk and suck you dry every night until you've finally got enough room for the rest of the pups." Ezra mewls at the description, no longer able to form coherent words.

John pumps his cock harder, shuffling up to fill the detective's slick cunt again. He slides just the tip inside as he spends, spilling the next load into Ezra's already overstuffed hole. "Cum for me, love. Give me what you've got." John demands and that's all Ezra needs to hear. His climax rips through him, every nerve on fire. Ezra writhes as his body convulses, bliss burning a white-hot trail up his spine. Cum oozes from his slit, nipples dripping with milk, cunt seizing around John's cockhead. The detective cums for what feels like hours, his whole body shaking with the intensity of the release. "There you are, love. I reckon we could pull one more out of you, hm?"

And now it's time to give the smaller man's tight, little cunt some attention with his hands and mouth, getting that sweet hole nice and ready for pups.

"I'll make sure you've got plenty of room before I put my knot in you, love." John's voice is already wrecked, husky and full of adoration. When he reaches Ezra's tight, puffy cunt, he takes a deep breath, taking in the scent of him; fresh slick and John's own musky semen. Reaching down, he firmly strokes his own cock, already eager to burst. Oh, but he wants to hear his mate moan and beg again, hear him curse and cry as John adds to the ache between his thighs. He licks a broad stripe over Ezra's overstimulated, abused hole, tasting himself and the younger man below him. It's a damn delicious combination, especially with the aftertaste of the detective's milk lingering under his tongue.

"W-Wait! No, it's too much— S-Sensitive!" Ezra gasps, writhing as his legs shake with overstimulation. He squeezes his eyes shut, overwhelmed by the sheer flood of sensations that fill his fevered mind.

"I need to stretch you wider, love, for our pups." John croons in response, leaning back in with the pointed tip of his tongue before dragging it over Ezra's swollen lips. God, he's absolutely dripping, cum and slick oozing from his loose entrance and pooling on the sheets below. "Look at how much you've taken so far." John purrs, working a finger into his mate's wet hole, curling up against the tender spot inside. "You can take more, I know you can, love." He sighs in approval. He braces both hands either side of Ezra's slick cunt before opening him up, putting him on display. Thick streams of cum trickle from inside him, making the lewdest sounds as they drip onto the sheets and collect in a milky puddle beneath him. Ezra's wails don't sound out of pain or fear or disgust — he wouldn't dare attempt to run from a wolf that had claimed him, as long as it sated him and his womb — rather, the sounds are born from pleasure, lust, desperation. Lust is eating him up from the inside.

"Weak... Sore... Hot... Too much... John..." Ezra strains out as his fevered mind burns through his survival instinct. Being with a wolf this way requires immense trust and John likes to think he's been a suitable partner for the young detective. Gently, slowly, he guides Ezra's hand down to his greedy, pulsing hole. He looks almost feverish, gazing up at his mate with blown-wide pupils, only the slimmest ring of hazel-gold left. Ezra knows that look. It's want, it's lust, it's love, all combined and when that look is fixed on John alone, Ezra really could be put on cloud nine.

"Don't worry, love, soon. I'll knot you next." John promises, propping himself up and shuffling onto his knees. His own cock is huge and red and almost painfully stiff. "God, you look amazing like this. So lovely..." He growls and Ezra automatically spreads himself. He slowly raises his legs, holding his ankles over his head to allow his slick, puffy hole better access. His juices and his lover's cum combine, spilling over his swollen folds and staining the sheets below. It's a true reward to see the young detective spread himself, displaying his dripping cunt like he is. John whistles lowly, sucking in a breath, taking in the sight, feeling his stomach flutter at the display. "You've done so well, love." The older man says. "We're almost done now and then we can start cleaning you up, alright? How does it feel, love, having so much inside you?"

"Need you to...knot me, John... Pump me full of pups, make me your mate, knot me, breed me, love me, help me get rid of this heat, John..." Ezra whines breathlessly. 

"Of course, love, I'll help you. One last one. You'll be so pretty carrying them, Ezra. So round and swollen with our pups. Do you think your little chest can handle feeding them too?" John positions himself over his mate, cock in hand, staring down at Ezra's tempting, blushing body. The younger man looks up at John, so much adoration in his gold-ringed eyes. John's never wanted anything so badly before. The thought of Ezra pregnant, large and full of John's pups, makes something in his hindbrain short-circuit, his mouth drying.

"Mm-hmm... Would feel so good, feeding all your pups, having you care for me..." Ezra whispers. "Put them in me, John, I'm ready, please..."

And John can't hold back anymore. He grabs Ezra's trembling thighs and angles his hips, his chest heaving as he grinds the tip of his cock against the detective's leaking hole.

"Make sure you're loud for me, love. Need to make sure this load reaches deep and need to make sure that you're... Well, that you're enjoying it." John lets the excitement show in his voice, shifting himself slightly before sliding into the wet, dripping body laid out for him. Ezra gasps, scrunching up his eyes as a fresh gush of slick drains from inside him. He moans with the relief and it's bliss. He feels the familiar ache of John's hot flesh opening him up, cock splitting him in half. Even though he's already loose, it's still a tight fit. John is so big and the amount of fluid already filling his cunt is enough to make his thighs sticky and trembling. "That's right, love, let me fill you up... You feel so good, I'll have you bred in no time..." John can't resist dirty talk when he's balls-deep in Ezra's sopping cunt. Predictably, Ezra cries out, thighs shuddering.

"J-John... Need it hard and f-f-fast... Breed me up, pump my belly...!" Ezra begs, hands trying to claw at John's broad chest as the older man continues to slide into him, the friction already making Ezra sweat anew. John chuckles, his features softened with affection as he ruts up against the younger man, nudging himself even deeper. He can feel Ezra's wet, sticky heat wrapping around him, swallowing him up. God, he's so deep and his mate's insides are so syrupy-soft and yielding, so eager to receive him.

As soon as he's hilted himself inside, John pulls his hips back before snapping them forward again, Ezra's ripe, swollen cunt resting just above his aching knot. He starts fucking the younger man in earnest, letting his instincts take over as he becomes a babbling mess of filthy, growling words. The headboard slams against the wall in time with John's thrusts, a testament to just how much the detective's heat had spurred him on. John's going to knot the poor thing; force him open, suck his chest dry, fill him up and plug him with his knot. He'll fuck him like a wild animal, a beast in the night, a mating growl rising in his throat, leaving a mark that'll never fade.

To stop the endless torrent of growls and snarls that leave his mouth, John lowers his head to Ezra's chest, taking a puffy, swollen nipple into his mouth and sucking. He kneads the soft flesh of the younger man's chest, biceps flexing, as he drinks and drinks and drinks. The milk is so sweet, so thick, as it leaks from Ezra's nipples, some of it dribbling down from the corner of his lips. Each deep swallow feels John's stomach expand, filled with creamy, tender milk. As he drinks, he picks up his pace, rutting deep into his love's body. They'll be such good fathers, the both of them; Ezra feeding and bathing their precious pups, John protecting and caring for them. Ezra will be a vision...and John will worship him...

They're both getting close now, Ezra a puddle below him, now unable to form words, only communicating through desperate whines and eager groans. His heart feels like it's going to burst from his chest, filled with the rush of endorphins and pleasure. He can't believe how good it feels being so full, stuffed and leaking, used but loved, claimed and mated. John is in a haze of lust and affection, barely hanging on but still wanting this to last just a few moments longer. He snaps his hips in and out of the trembling detective, drinking deeply from the younger man's chest. So sweet and creamy and nectar-thick, absolutely heavenly. It only drives him harder and faster, trying to push just a little deeper, a little further...

Then, John lets out this low rumbling growl and Ezra's last shreds of stamina give way. His cunt flutters wildly around John's cock, soaking him in slick and the dam holding him back breaks as Ezra cums, spurting ropes of fluid across John's chest and practically screaming as he writhes with pleasure. John's knot finally pops inside, tying their bodies together and making sure that every drop of spend stays inside, shooting into his lover's aching, fertile womb. The younger man's belly swells from the sheer volume of fluid pumped inside him, round and plump and tender and trembling. For a moment, John props himself up, chest coated with sweat and milk, breathing heavily, to see the most perfect thing... The younger man so blissed-out, fucked-out and sated.

They complete each other; Ezra takes well to being sated while John's adores breeding his sweet mate. The detective lays in the afterglow of the night, a deep ache between his thighs. All the breeding makes him drowsy and he settles into the wet sheets, blissfully euphoric. John stays still and cradles the younger man as he catches his breath, his knot slowly deflating inside the detective...

When John can finally move, he detangles himself from Ezra's body, pulling out and feeling the gush of fluid soak into the sheets. The younger man goes bright red, remembering himself as the lust begins to clear. To soothe him, John runs a hand over Ezra's swollen stomach. The thought of him actually pregnant, full of John's seed, his love... Just imaging Ezra's beautiful, lithe body, round and full with their pups... It fills the older man's chest with affection. He leans down and presses his lips to the warm skin.

"How are you feeling, love?" He asks softly. Ezra sighs, face scarlet.

"C-Could really use a bath... Sorry about that, John, I was—"

"Hush now, love. I'll draw you a bath and get these sheets changed, alright? You've had a rough night." John's concern only adds to the adoration in his gaze. John's so tempted to stay here, with his mate's plush body displayed, bloated and full of him but... Best not. He can't take another round himself, not yet anyway. So, with a great deal of reluctance, he sits up, presses a loving kiss to his mate's lips and heads to the bathroom to draw a bath, already beginning to feel the blissful ache between his legs. Ezra'll feel the ache tomorrow, he thinks with a smile as he starts to fill the tub. Maybe it would do for them to share the tub, wait until the warmth has cooled on Ezra's skin. He could fit his way between those long, pale, shaky legs and clean his mate thoroughly, milk him dry until his fingers are sticky and— A gentle groan echoes off the tiled floor and John realises it's his own. No. He shakes the thoughts free and grabs some fresh towels from the airing cupboard. They've both had more than enough for one night.

Once he's found a sufficient temperature, he leaves the water running, knowing it'll heat, before padding back to the bedroom where he sees the sight that greets him; Ezra is a truly debauched picture of pure feral affection; he's covered in sweat and milk and his mate's cum. Slick and semen is soaked through the bedsheets, soaking the mattress, and the scent is pungent, the sickly-sweet smell of their bonding. "Come on, love, let's get you cleaned up, shall we?"

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@nananarc my beloved tagged me to do this a few weeks ago, and I'm just finally catching up on these. 💙

🎨 Favourite Colour: "hmm many. I guess it's more about the combination of colors." ← YES, same. There are some colors I do tend to gravitate towards on their own, but even then, it depends on the context. Like for clothes? Black or dark earth tones or deep jewel tones. Home decor? My home office has a lot of deep, warm browns, mint green, and orange. It's about the combination. 🤌

📖 Currently Reading: Six Four by Hideo Yokoyama, translated by Jonathan Lloyd-Davies. It's pretty dense, so I've been going through it slowly, but I'm enjoying it. I saw it described as a "slow burn crime novel" that focuses more on characters than action--That is my shit to a T.

🎶 Last Song: I've been having a 90s Garbage revival, and I've had their remastered debut album on repeat. You Look So Fine is an underrated fave.

🎬 Last Movie: Um... I don't know, lmao. It was either Barbie or John Wick 4, I think. I haven't watched a lot of movies lately.

📺 Last Series: Currently watching (for the first time) The Righteous Gemstones with husbando, which is the insane, hilarious shit I expect from Danny McBride and Walton Goggins. Also been rewatching Better Call Saul now that S6 is on Netflix--Debating slipping another rewatch of Breaking Bad in before BCS S6.

🍴 Sweet, Spicy, Savory: Savory, for sure.

🤤 Craving: Nothing food-wise at the moment, but I'm so ready to be moved into a new place and settled in and enjoying autumn weather to the fullest.

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Boyd as Clement Mansell in Justified: City Primeval (2023)

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Boyd as Thomas Lockhart in In the Shadow of the Moon (2019)

Boyd as Kaden in Two/One (2019)

Boyd as Mohamed Lundy in The Free World (2016)

Boyd as Steve Murphy in Narcos - Season 1 - Episode 3 'The Men of Always' (2015)

Boydo and his characters - Shirtless Edition - part two

[tellurian-in-aristasia]

How accurate is "Official" Aristasian History?

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The above is an oft repeated bit about the origins of Aristasia, it's repeated so often and so confidently that even I believed it at first, but is it true? The old APP website appears to use this bit of information in their own History of Aristasia-in-Telluria page, and the information appears to be from the following 2005 Blondes' and Brunettes' Club archives, which would have been the most accessible resource for Aristasian information at the time.

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But even before this, there is a lot of talk about Oxford being the birthplace of Aristasia, although the names and dates tend to get a bit loosey goosey depending on the source. And, you can indeed find an address for 40 St. John Street in the first editions of The Coming Age, as well as early advertisements for the group when they were known as the Madrians.

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There is reference in a contemporary article about them, archived in the Opera Omnia of the Eastminster Critical Edition, that states that Angelina and Chrysothemis (believed to be the religious name de plums of Miss Priscilla Langridge and the even more mysterious Miss Maureen Evans) were the ones who lived at the Oxford address.

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Both of these pettes, particularly Miss Langridge, seemed to be major players in the early Madrian communities. So, surely, they at the very least lived in the city of Oxford. But maybe they didn't go to the college there. The only reference to studying at Oxford that can easily be found is a news article from 1984, shortly after the St. Bride's School proper opened, that mentions a mysterious Deborah McBride who was researching a doctorate at Lady Margaret Hall, Oxford. Lady Margaret Hall is mentioned quite a bit in Aristasian history, but the remaining sources from that 3rd decade of darkness only ever mention it this one time, in relation to this one, never seen, course administrator.

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By the time Romantia was being established in the late 1980s, the proto-Aristasians already had enough of a history to start telling the tales of their early days. The following is from an issue of their Romantic zine, and in the early 1980s "the chaps" from Oxford were moving into the big house in Burtonport, wearing old fashioned bonnets and appearing on the news as Rhennish.

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If we take a peek back to those Rhennish days, we can find almost no mention of "the beginnings", since the Rhennish told the little white lie that their community was one that stretched back, in an unbroken line of tradition, back to the earliest ages of maid. However, a late 1970s issue of The Coming Age, does appear to make mention of an older woman having rekindled the spark of matriarchy "a little over half a century ago", which would have been a little bit before the late 1930s. However, I am not the only one to come to the conclusion that this older mentrix was, probably, a fictional character meant to lend credence to their history.

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Fast forward to the era of elektraspace, and we can see a variety of people discussing the origins of Aristasia, from Miss Annalinde, who appeared to be a nom de plum of Miss Priscilla Langridge:

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To the girls who loitered around the earliest elektraspace forums, soaking it all in, playing a bit of a game of telephone with the information.

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And back again to a bit of humble -bragging from Miss Alice Lucy Trent, authoress of The Feminine Universe (and quite possibly another nom de plum of Miss Priscilla Langridge), this time giving credit to Miss Jenny Falconer (here called Miss Genevieve Falconer), a pette who was quite possibly also herself, but giving Dr. St.Clare a mention as well. This time also giving us the tiny breadcrumb of information that Aristasia was called Aristasia before the 1990s, just secretly. This is as suspect as the claim the the Romantics was a different group completely, as Miss Martindale and Miss Priscilla Langridge appeared quite often their Victorian finery singing the Romantic's praises.

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So, what to make of all of this? Where does the truth lie? Perhaps in the common, mundane, details: That the origins of Aristasia lie in Oxford, but not necessarily the college, but rather in that apartment shared by two girls who were already part of a community they helped invent a history for, and perhaps they wanted to invent something a little more fanciful than just the bonnet wearing pagans.

Maybe the little seed for an alien, all-girl, world was indeed planted in Oxford, in that apartment on St. John Street. Maybe that's why older writings about Romantic and Aristasian history credit their inception to Miss St.John, before much of their language was masculiminated.

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