#which got me thinking can. can colin masturbate

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If you're gonna introduce a mechanic in your world which involves there being sentient animals directly stated to be on the same level as humans i am going to assume the animal people and the people people get it on romantic-style. I'm sorry man but it's happening

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Kinkmas: Day 5

Day 5 - Training

Word Count: 1,527

Pairing: soft!dom!Colin Zabel x sub!fem!Reader

Warning: Slight praise kink, sex toys, smut, anal play, edging, mutual masturbation

Summary: You finally convince your boyfriend to give you what you’ve been wanting for a while and he delivers.

Colin was always a busy man, working all day to keep the world a more protected place for others and being the natural hero he was. So when he told you that he’d be off work for a week, you took it as a miracle and an opportunity to do everything you missed doing in your relationship. He had been surprised, to say the least when you made him shop for sex toys with you, arguing that it was for whenever he didn’t have enough energy. When the two of you got home, you kissed him and practically forced him to walk to the bedroom.

“I didn’t think you missed me that much, Y/N. What do you have planned?” You smiled as you put the different sex toys you picked on display. “Well Colin, I noticed you were kind of tense and stressed today. Which, I understand because it is your first day back. So, I wanted you to take all of that out on me today and see what I can take.” He stayed quiet for a moment, his eyes raking over you. “I don’t want to hurt you.” You walked to him, putting your head on his shoulder. 

“You’re not going to, Col. You remember what we went over that one day you were home about what my safeword will be and things like that?” He nodded. “I’m gonna use them if I can’t take anymore. This is to make sure you aren’t stressed, okay? I want to help you and have some fun out of it while I’m helping you.” He smiled and nodded. “Okay, okay. Only because you said so.” You loved how he was doing this to make you proud but also to get some help. He understood you and he said he wanted to spice things up instead of the vanilla sex life he was used to. 

He was slightly afraid that he wouldn’t do well but when he looked into your eyes, he could see that it didn’t matter to you. “So, you can boss me around now. Don’t just stare at me.” He sighed before hugging you and kissing your cheek. “I want you to strip naked for me and lay on the bed.” You nodded and started to remove your clothes. You saw him walk over to the drawer and look at the toys that were presented. He started to sort them out, moving some to the left and keeping the others in their original area. When he was finished and you were laying on the bed naked, he pointed to the toys that he kept in their original place. “These are the ones that I plan on using on you just for today.”

You looked at where he pointed, your eyes widening at the items. “You are comfortable with that, right?” You nodded. “Yes, I am. It’s just a lot of stuff, Col. Damn, how long have you been thinking about this?” He smiled shyly and looked at the ground. “A few weeks maybe?” “You could��ve told me, babe.” He shook his head. “Pretty hard to do when you’re working on cases and paperwork all the time.” You laughed lightly. You saw him remove his coat and unbutton the buttons of the shirt he’d been wearing before letting it drop to the floor. He grabbed a dildo and tossed it on the bed. He then grabbed some lube from the dresser and looked at you. 

“You don’t mind anal play, do you?” “No.” He walked towards you and flipped your body over. He put some lube around your hole before he slipped in a finger, making sure you were stretched out enough. He then took the butt plug he had and put some lube on it too. He then slipped it inside of you, listening to your breath hitch. “How does it feel?” You couldn’t find words to describe it. “It feels okay, kind of weird but not a bad weird, a good weird.” He flipped you back over.

“I want you to use that dildo and masturbate while I watch and I want you to look into my eyes while you do it.” You were speechless at his words. You weren’t used to him saying such explicit and descriptive things. You did as he asked, watching as he stood further away from you and looked him in his eyes. You grabbed the dildo and sucked on it. Once it was covered with your saliva, you placed it under you and slipped it inside. You were on your knees with your legs spread far apart as you started to bounce on the silicone toy, wishing it were Colin. 

His eyes were focused on you, the fabric of his pants now straining against his very apparent hard-on.

You felt the pleasure build up as you continued, your walls repeatedly clenching. Colin read your body like a book, his eyes looking over the lewd sight and watching as you were just about to tumble right over the edge. “Now, remove the toy from yourself.” You stopped immediately, your eyes on his and your face looking like the one of a scolded puppy. “Col,” you started. “Don’t make me spank you.” You reluctantly did as he asked, catching on to what you were training your body for. “I know that holding off your own orgasm is difficult but you will get a reward at the end of all of this. You just have to be patient.” 

He took the dildo and placed it somewhere for cleaning, bringing a vibrator bullet to you along with the remote. “Use this on yourself the same way like you did with the dildo and keep it powered at the minimum pace it can go. If I see you orgasm, you’ll have to ride my thigh and you won’t get to have sex with me at all tonight.” You wondered how Colin was already doing so well at being dominant considering that he’d never done this before. You took the bullet and the remote, enjoying the low vibrations on your clit. 

It felt as if it wasn’t enough, making you wish to use your fingers also but you knew Colin let you. You did your best at being patient, looking at your boyfriend as he finally unzipped his pants. Your mouth watered as you watched him strip naked. The tip of his cock was an angry red, leaking pre cum. You wished to suck him off badly and you watched as he started to touch himself at the sight of you. You were drawn closer to your climax from the action. “Col,” you moaned out, almost like a plea. “Yes, princess?” You started to squirm on the bed, almost tipping over the edge but stopping the bullet completely. “Please let me help you,” you said. “No, this is about you, not me. You can focus on me another time.” 

He did the same with the remote and bullet as he did with the dildo. You saw him grab another toy and you could tell that it was anal beads. “Lay on your stomach and touch yourself for me. I want your fingers to go as far as they can, okay? Don’t hold back but don’t cum.” You started to bring your fingers inside of you as deep as they could go before curling them. Soft moans escaped from you and you felt the butt plug being slipped out of you and replaced with something else. You moaned when you felt different sizes of the beads inside of you. “You’re doing so well, princess.” You felt yourself clench from the praise.

Your legs trembled and you were close. “Col-Colin, mm.” You did your best to hold it off and after a few minutes, you were told that you could stop. You felt the beads slip out of you then you were turned onto your back. Colin was standing in front of you, a smile on his face as he looked at you. He got in the bed, positioning himself between your legs before slipping inside of you. He started slowly, aware of how sensitive you were from edging yourself. He kissed you with such tender love and passion that you felt you might pass away then and there. 

With a few more strokes, you finally met your high at his command. He brought you down from it, pulling out of you shortly after and placing a kiss on your cheek. “You did so good, baby.” You saw him get up. “Colin,” you called. “Yes,” he turned around to look at you. “You didn’t--” “I know, I know. I told you this was about your pleasure. I’m about to clean these and I promise I’ll be right back.” He kept his promise, getting in bed with you as soon as he was finished. You laid on his chest, cuddling with him. Your hand slid down to feel his semi-hard cock and you smiled at him. “I said--” “Hush, Col. I know what you said but you deserve some pleasure too. Don’t argue with me.” The day went on just like that, you both pleasing one another.

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Again

Part seven

Warning: smut, kissing, teasing, p in v, threesome, punishment, oral, fingering, masturbation, a bit of fluff

Words: 4000

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Monday, most people are still living the weekend. A minority, such as Colin has been searching the police archives since 7 a.m. because something suddenly popped into his head that he had to check otherwise he couldn't function normally that day.

He was already paging through his fourth carton in a row and it was starting to frustrate him. He decided to ask the person in charge of the police archive, Marg, his sweet Marg, for help. She also sat in his head the whole time, and he enjoyed it very much.

He left the archives and headed for her office. He looked at her through the glass door. She was bent over documents, holding a pencil in her mouth... sucking it thoughtfully... this sight made him swallow his saliva loudly, close his eyes for a moment and shake his head to chase away inappropriate thoughts in the workplace.

- Be professional- he whispered to himself, opened the door and crossed the threshold of her office.

- Oh Colin, welcome... hmm... it's been a long time since we've seen each other... - Marg licked her lips and put the pencil in her mouth again to suck it lightly.

Colin watched this with his eyes wide open feeling that he was starting to get hot.

- Marg...

- Yes, Colin? What can I help you with? - she murmured.

- I... ugh... - he drew in the air loudly - I would like you to help me look for some documents - he said quietly without taking his eyes off her mouth.

- Can you repeat that?

- I would like you to help me in the archives. I can't find some documents. It's hard for me to concentrate today - he scratched his head with confusion.

- Of course I'll help you... - she got up from the desk and moved slowly towards Colin - but first answer me one question - she smoothed the jacket on his chest, watching it rise and fall quickly.

- Marg... - he drew in the air loudly closing his eyes - let's go to the archive, please.

- Wait. Why are you having a hard time focusing today? - she looked at him biting her lower lip.

Colin looked at her pondering the answer... he loved her eyes, her full lips, the soft wrinkles when she smiles....

- Colin... - Marg stroked his cheek - why don't we go for coffee and something sweet before we go looking for those documents? - she grabbed his hand and pulled him along, heading for the exit of the police station.

He followed her still thoughtful....

In the hallway, they ran into Mare.

- Colin! At 10:00 a.m. teleconference with a detective from a neighboring county. Don't forget! - she patted him on the shoulder. This made him start to think soberly.

- Oh yes, yes... I remember. Yes, I remember! 10:00! - straightened up and saluted Mare with a smile.

Mare shook her head and headed for her office.

Colin and Marg sat in a café drinking coffee and eating chocolate cake.

- Do you remember that friend of mine? The one from college... I told you about her last week.

- Yeah... I remember something - he took a sip of coffee.

- In that case, what was I talking about? - Marg looked at him with a raised eyebrow.

- That she is nice and cool? - he shoved a large piece of cake into his mouth.

- That's true, but I said she’s coming to see me on Wednesday.

- That's great - he said with his mouth full.

- Yes, and I have a plan.

- Mhm? - he put another piece of cake in his mouth.

- The previous threesome at the cabin in the woods I liked very much. I would like to repeat it. What do you think? - Marg took a sip of coffee while watching Colin.

His eyes got big. The spoon on which was another piece of cake stopped on its way to his mouth.

- Is everything okay? - she asked concerned about his reaction.

Colin continued to look at her... when he suddenly started choking and coughing. All the dough that was in his mouth landed on the table in front of him. He coughed loudly, his eyes began to tear. Suddenly he began to laugh. This laughter had nothing to do with joy. Colin began to panic. He quickly grabbed his coffee mug and took a big sip.

- Are you kidding me? - he said while wiping his mouth and at the same time trying to embrace the mess on the table.

- Not a bit. I'm completely serious. Nour is really sexy, I fancy her. I think you will like her too - she bit her lip.

- What is she really coming for? - he continued to look at her and wondered if this was really happening.

- We missed each other. I haven't seen her in a long time.

- Oh... just what does this have to do with sex?

- Don't pretend you don't like the idea!

- I don't know, I don't know her.

- You are funny! For that I know her very well. With emphasis on "very well" - she looked at him with a wide smile.

- I'm not promising anything, but....

- Okay, stop. You'll start thinking differently as soon as you see her - Marg stood up and started to put on her coat - let's go look for those documents.

- Let's finally bring up an important topic! - Colin laughed and also began to dress his coat.

- Colin, don't piss me off! - She slapped him on the shoulder.

- You should stop this punching and kicking!

- Oh maybe I have too much energy in me and you are not helping me use it enough? - she hit him on the shoulder again, this time harder.

- Now you've overdone it! - he grabbed her arm - I feel like using some of your energy, now - he whispered in her ear.

- I'll wait until Wednesday - she broke free from his grasp and moved towards the exit of the cafe.

Colin laughed and moved behind her.

A teleconference was underway in the interrogation room. Mare and Colin sat with their backs turned to the windows. However, it was hard for him to sit still. His thoughts had nothing to do with his work. He nervously tapped his pen against the table top. He could barely hear what Mare was discussing about with a detective from another county.

- Excuse me for a moment - Mare interrupted the conversation, muted the microphone and turned to Colin - What's wrong with you? You're really annoying - she looked at him with a angry face - We have a serious topic to talk about, and you're hitting the table top with a pen! This is not a drum!

- I... Mare... sorry... this day... God I'm very distracted today since the morning - he looked at her with an embarrassed face.

- It's cool, but you should focus on your work. Grow up and leave your indecent thoughts at home.

- Where did you get this from? From where... - Colin looked at her with a raised eyebrow.

- As if you didn't know, I'm a detective, an observer. I see what's going on, I see what you're doing and with whom. I am very happy for you, but once again I say leave those thoughts at home. A police station is not the right place for romance. Since we understand each other so well, let us get back to our important conversation.

- Yes sir! - Colin pretended to be offended and tried to focus on his work.

Meanwhile, Marg in the social room was preparing coffee for herself and her accounting colleague.

- Roby - she entered her office without knocking - coffee for you - she put a mug with steaming drink on her desk.

- Thank you dear, I was just thinking about coffee.

- I love to read your mind - laughed Marg sitting down in the chair opposite her desk.

- You look suspicious - Roby slid her glasses slightly off her nose and squinted, looking at her friend with a smile.

- Really? From where you have a such suspicions? - she took a sip of her coffee.

- I already know you a little. Tell me what is going on between you and our detective Colin.

- You know very well, you experienced it yourself - she smiled biting her lip.

- This is true, but in my case it was a one-time game. Of course, I remember it very positively - Roby also smiled with dreamy eyes.

- Oh, that is, with me it lasts a little longer and more often. I can't even count it anymore - she felt herself blushing.

- Marg, you can see that there is heat between you two. I'm not the only one who can see it.

- God, who else? - she straightened up in her chair.

- What do you mean who else? Everyone, the whole police station is gossiping about you. Only it's not gossip, but the truth - she laughed.

Suddenly, Colin walked into Roby's office.

- I'm not disturbing you?

- Oh hello Colin! Of course you are not disturbing - Roby smiled broadly at him.

- I finished work for today and... Marg can you come with me to my office? - he said almost in a whisper.

- You don't have to be so secretive about it. Everyone knows anyway.

- What do they know? - He looked at her with curiosity.

- That you are fucking each other! - said Roby loudly.

- Roby! - Marg grabbed a pencil from the desk and threw it at her.

- Well, okay... yes... yes... actually, we don't cover very much - he laughed and walked over to Marg. He gave her a hand and helped her stand up. He led her towards the exit - See you tomorrow Roby - he said with a laugh.

- Have fun! - she called out after them.

Colin let go of Marg's hand when they were in the hallway walking toward his office.

- Forgive me, but... you know... why do I always have a problem with such conversations? - rubbed his face with his hands.

- Okay, I understand what you mean. This is not the right place for romance - she sighed.

- You won't believe it, but Mare said exactly the same thing - he opened the door to the office, walked over to the desk and started putting documents into a folder.

- And she's right - Marg walked up to him and turned his head in her direction with a gentle motion of her hand.

Their lips came together in a soft and slow kiss. Colin murmured into her mouth in pleasure. He felt his shoulders relax. She had a good effect on him. He felt safe in her company. Something he hadn't felt with any woman in a long time. He grabbed her around the waist and pulled her closer to him.

Marg broke the kiss. She smiled looking into his eyes.

- I think that's enough for us until Wednesday - she laughed.

- Excuse me? - it didn't reach him what she said.

- I want you to be more thirsty. You must have the energy to satisfy two women who are thirsty for tenderness - she licked her lips.

- You weren't kidding about the threesome.

- I never joke about such things. I promise you will be delighted.

- Well I agree. Ugh... I'm already getting tight in my pants just thinking about it.

Marg unexpectedly grabbed his crotch and squeezed it lightly. She brought her lips close to his ear and whispered.

- Be patient and polite. I will make it up to you - she kissed him on the cheek.

- Good. I'm already looking forward to it - he closed his eyes savoring her touch on his slightly throbbing cock.

- Well, enough of these pleasures - she let him go - I have a vacation from tomorrow until the end of the week and I want to spend this time pleasantly with Nour. You will join us on Wednesday. I can't wait - she kissed him and lightly bit his lower lip.

- I already like it - he murmured and leaned in to place a strong and quick kiss on her lips.

- See you on Wednesday, dearest - Marg left his office and went back to her place.

- See you soon - Colin shook his head and laughed to himself.

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Marg was taking a shower when she heard the doorbell ring.

- Nour, can you open it? I'll be right down - she called out to her friend.

Nour opened the door and was stunned. It had been a long time since she had seen such a handsome man.

- Hello, my name is Colin - he extended his hand to her to say hello.

- Nour - she grabbed his hand and pulled him inside, closing the door - it's very nice to meet you - she let go of his hand, although reluctantly.

- It's very nice to meet you, too - he watched her in silence and increasingly liked what he saw - Where is Marg? - he grunted with confusion scratching his head.

- In the bathroom. She should come downstairs soon.

- I'll go to her - he took off his coat, threw it on the couch and went upstairs.

He stood in front of the door wondering whether to knock.

- Marg, are you naked? - he asked slightly opening the door.

- Yes, but I'm about to getting dressed.

- I don't mind that you are naked, not a bit - he entered the bathroom and closed the door behind him.

He approached her from behind and put his arms around her naked body. They stood in front of the mirror and looked at their reflection. Colin kissed her neck and was drawn to the beautiful scent of her skin.

- And what do you think about her? - asked Marg taking a hairbrush.

- Hmm... I'm jealous.

- Jealous? Why?

- Jealous that you have known her longer than I have.

- Colin, do you like her or not? - She laughed and got out of his arms.

- Very much so, I would like to get to know her better. Does she know about our plans for her? - he watched Marg put on her black lace underwear. He began to feel warm.

- Yes, she knows. Even longer than you.

- Was it your idea?

- No, our joint one. She likes to have a good time.

- Oh, good to know. Should I be afraid?

- Not a bit. Nour knows what she wants and will definitely tell you.

- Okay, what's for dinner, I'm hungry. I need a lot of calories and alcohol - he laughed and left the bathroom.

Colin went downstairs and looked into the kitchen. He smelled pleasant smells. He opened the refrigerator and took out the wine. He reached for the wine glass and poured himself some. He drank it right away and poured it again.

- Are you an alcoholic? - Nour entered the kitchen.

- Excuse me? No... no... I... - he sipped his wine - No, I'm not an alcoholic, I need some relaxation.

- Are you tense? Do you need help with this? - she came closer to him and touched his hand, which was leaning against the kitchen counter.

- You start very quickly. Are you always like this? I know what the plan is for today, but I was hoping that maybe we would eat something first, talk and stuff - he swallowed his saliva loudly while trying to take his hand away.

- I'm a person who knows what I wants and I don't hide anything. I like to act right away if I really want something - she bit her lower lip focusing her gaze on Colin's parted lips.

He looked at her, his brain had surges, he stopped thinking soberly. Alcohol was beginning to affect him. But not just alcohol. He felt his pants starting to get tight. Nour hadn't even lifted a finger, and he was so responsive to her presence.

- Colin, do you like my friend? - Marg went up to her and kissed her on the lips purring loudly - she’s not only beautiful, she also tastes great. You should find out for yourself.

- God...

- Do you want to start praying? - she laughed, walked up to him and pulled him to her by his shirt.

- Marg... - he kissed her hard, loudly catching air. Finally, he began to breathe.

- I feel that you are very hungry - she stroked the bulge in his pants - why don't you start with the main course, with Nour? - she pushed him toward her.

He stopped breathing again, couldn't move. Nour noticed this. She threw her arms around his neck and kissed him. Colin immediately wrapped his arms around her petite body, pulling her closer to him. He felt himself relax. Nour kissed him gently but deeply. Her tongue explored every nook and cranny of his mouth. He could feel how hungry she was for him.

She began unbuttoning the buttons of his shirt, slowly, which began to frustrate him. He was very hot. He longed to be naked. He helped her unbutton his shirt all the way and dropped it on the floor. He immediately unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned his pants. He interrupted the kiss to take them off. Now he felt comfortable. He looked at Nour and threw himself at her. He grabbed her waist and sat her on the kitchen counter. He kissed her greedily and hungrily. Suddenly he felt a touch on his thighs and buttocks. They were not Nour's hands. It was Marg slipping off his boxers and stroking his cock. She took it in her mouth and started sucking and licking it. He moaned loudly into Nour's mouth.

- Something tells me that I don't need to warm you up too much. You are already ready to cross the gates of Nour’s paradise - Marg stood up licking her lips - I like what I see. I'm starting to get really hungry too.

Colin looked at her with hungry eyes.

- Are you sure about that? Do you want me to fuck Nour first and then you? - Nour kissed him to shut him up.

- Colin take her, I like such views. I'm already wet and waiting in line - she started massaging her breasts while watching Colin's actions.

He moved his hands over Nour's thighs while looking into her eyes. He reached the junction of her thighs and touched her panties. They were wet, very wet. He moved them aside and ran his finger over her hot pink lips. She closed her eyes and lay back on the countertop. He slid two fingers into her at once. He heard a loud moan. That sound made his dick jump and he wanted to be in that hot spot as soon as possible.

He moved his fingers quickly and rhythmically. He inserted them deeper and deeper. Her sweet nectar flowed down his hand.

- More! Put three in! Colin! - her back arched into a hatch.

- Three? Wow! As you wish - he added a third finger to her tight pussy. He felt her clench tightly. She was close. He pulled his fingers out and licked them, closed his eyes - You taste unbelievably heavenly. Now hold on! - He entered her quickly and deeply.

They both shouted. Colin lifted her off the countertop and hugged her tightly. Every move he made made her scream louder and louder. But it wasn't just her voice he heard. He looked at Marg. She was sitting on a chair and touching herself through her panties. She looked at him and Nour.

- Marg, take off your panties and put your finger inside you. Show me how much you want me - he said to her without stopping to move inside Nour, who was already on the edge. She clenched tightly on his cock. She bit into his muscular shoulders and drove her nails into his back. He started kissing her.

- Colin, I'm coming! - he heard Marg moan. He broke the kiss and looked at her with his mouth wide open. He did not stop fucking Nour. But his movements became careless, uncontrolled.

Marg tilted her head back and reached climax with a loud purr.

Nour also began to moan loudly.

- Colin! Faster! Deeper! - Nour began to kiss him. Her body trembled, the thighs with which she entangled Colin's waist could no longer cope - Ohhh... Colin! Colin! - she shouted. She reached hard. She saw stars under her eyelids and felt a tingling sensation throughout her body.

Colin stepped out of her and started touching himself. He moved his hand up and down. He looked into her eyes with parted lips. He finished onto her stomach and thighs. He continued to massage his dick for a while with his eyes closed and a smile on his face.

- I think I have completely sobered up - he laughed and rested his hands on the countertop on either side of Nour's thighs. He rested his forehead on her arm and sighed - Wow....

- However, Marg was right, your dick is magnificent. I.... - she collected Colin's cum from her thighs with her finger and put it in her mouth - and on top of that you taste good too. Slightly sweet. I envy Marg that she can have you more often than I do.

- Oh, don't worry. Today is Wednesday. You're not coming home until Sunday. What do you say Colin? - Marg went up to him and hugged his back.

- Do you want to kill me? Two against one. I don't have a chance - he groaned and turned to Marg - I really need real food so I can make you happy today too.

- Of course dearest - she kissed him and hugged him tightly to herself.

Nour jumped off the kitchen counter and went to the bathroom.

- And how did you like her? - Marg looked at him with a smile.

- She’s really tight, I hope I don't have abrasions - he laughed.

- Stop talking nonsense - she hit him gently on the shoulder.

- But you ... oh Marg ... it was the most beautiful sight in my life. An amazing experience. I thought I was going to end up in Nour. I barely held back - he kissed her gently - I want something more, Marg.

- What do you have on your mind? Do you have too little of me? - She looked at him puzzled.

- No, I mean... will you become my girlfriend? - he smiled broadly at her - You are the fulfillment of my dreams.

- I thought we were already at that stage, that it's not just sex.

- I want it to be official. I'm sick of the gossip at work. The fact that we have to hide. I want to walk around the police station with you by the hand and kiss you whenever I feel like it.

- Colin... - Marg's eyes became glassy - Of course I will become your girlfriend! - she hugged him tightly.

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more unpopular kate/kathony (kanthony?) opinions! - bridgerton 2.07 review

1. I’m watching this like, wow Edwina doesn’t get a happy ending. Hell, even in the Directors’ Cut of LOTR, Eowyn gets with Faramir!

2. Oh great, is Kate going to masturbate to the memory of her kissing Anthony the Mouse?

3. She looks so stiff in that kiss though.

4. Yes.

5. This entire situation reminds me of this part of Poor Unfortunate Souls

6. They’re so going to change the lyrics in the live action. Anyway, off-topic.

7. And Kate just looks annoyed that Edwina won’t talk to her rather than contrite.

8. I just find the Bridgerton family extremely annoying.

9. “Reputation! Reputation!” Oh my god, Anthony is a man, he’ll be FINE.

10. “I give credit to your imagination, Miss Danbury, a bigger story I cannot foresee.” Lmao, maybe don’t speak, Kate?

11. AND THEY GAZE AT EACH OTHER ACROSS THE PROMENADE BECAUSE THEY ARE IN LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOVE.

12. Even though Edwina is right there and all of the ton is watching because looooooooooooooooooooove.

13. I just don’t have time for Olitz-like ships.

14. This Eloise scene is long.

15.  “A ball.” Ha, Edwina’s eye roll, she deserves her own show.

16. NOW THAT ANTHONY IS NO LONGER LIVING A LIE, THE DOG FINDS HIM SUITABLE AND DOGS ARE GREAT JUDGES OF CHARACTER. TRUE LOVE WILL ALWAYS SET YOU FREE.

17. Lmao, sorry, I find this love story insufferable.

18. omg guyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyys, he just can’t HELP but stare at her

19. I just feel like Edwina deserves to do the Regency version of this to Anthony

20. Their love and attraction is SO POWERFUL that they’ll have to stay on OTHER SIDES OF THE ROOM DURING THE BALL.

21. Ugh.

22. I don’t know if I can live through another Kathony dance.

23. Derry Girls Clare should just be Belle.

24. Mouse Man Mouse Man

25. HE GOT A WHIFF OF HER PERFUME AND NOW HE IS IN HEAVEN, RELISHING THE SCENT OF HER.

26. And this is the other thing too, Kate is extremely passive. Like, OK Edwina doesn’t want to talk to her but if she’s supposed to want her happiness more than anything, if this is supposed to be killing her inside, then at least try to make amends but she’s just standing around looking wooden and maybe sometimes catching Anthony’s eye.

27. Oh jesus christ are eloise and whatshisface going to kiss now that they’re arguing?

28. No. Good.

29.

I mean has it though?

30. “I am reaping the consequences of destroying it” girl, you’re masturbating in bed. Like just be HONEST.

31.  “Happy endings do not exist, Kate” well, not for you, Edwina, but they will for her.

32. Anthony is so fucking shameless.

33. “We should be ashamed of what we did” and there’s going to be a speech about how he’s not ashamed or how she’s not ashamed, a Delena “I’m not sorry” speech. I don’t care.

34. WHY is Colin a character? WHAT DOES HE DO.

35. He gives sooooooooooo much more than she does. He carries them, honestly.

35. Oh yes, sniping and arguing, which is just their foreplay. I’m bored. We’ve done this already.

36. Yes, yes, consume

I feel like the only time I’ve ever been like I get it, they didn’t even use the world consume

37. Oh they do make him do the “Do you think I want to be in this position” McDreamy “DO YOU THINK I WANT TO LOOK AT YOU”  the more they drag this out, the more impatient I become and not in the way they want.  I feel like Garrett from Superstore but instead of affair it’s get together

38. Anthony: I’ve lived my life for my family. Kate: OMG SAME. Me

I had to see it. All I’ve seen is both of you complain.

39. I don’t think a stylized sex scene worked here but that’s just a personal preference, if they’re all like “YOU CONSUME ME” “I CAN’T ESCAPE YOU” “I LIVE FOR MY FAMILY LET’S LIVE FOR OURSELVES” and they kiss and he fingers her then he’s all i’ll stop and she’s like don’t, I want to see/hear the frenzy, the heavy breathing, I want it to seem as organic as possible, like I would want a Shameless sex scene at least at first and then they can do the stylistic one during round 2 or something

40. KATE. I’M SICK OF THIS.

You fucked him. OWN IT. Because I don’t find the “journey” to her just allowing herself to be happy well executed at all because they don’t delve into Kate (or any of the characters) enough for this to be anything other than by-the-numbers and superficial so this just comes across as disingenuous and that’s the other problem with stylized sex scenes, they’re deliberate and don’t give off the impression of impulsivity or the heat of the moment so I’m just like IT’S TOO LATE FOR THIS.

41. This is why I like Cersei-like characters they just fucking own it.

42. AND ANTHONY IS SUCH. A DICK.

43. OH NO, SHE’S GALLOPING IN THE RAIN.

44. Lmao, I am not watching anything Bridgerton EVER again.

45. It’s done.

[shlutnutt]

- Degrading Desires -

warnings: lots of smut, slight angst, sadism, degrading kink, subby colin (the only right way), dom reader, masturbation

psst! look i know all i write is colin and kai and i apologize, i just really needed to get this fic idea i had in mind for colin lmfao. i'll definitely have more varieties up in no time:) // not fully proof read

Apart from being one of the few women to be working for the police investigating department, you made sure you were considered one of the strongest, independent, and courageous of them all. Whether that'd mean you'd always have to cancel plans to keep your full focus on the current investigations, or even distancing yourself from friends and family.

"Here, it clearly looks like a sniper rifle bullet, was definitely shot from afar. Fucking asshole seemed to have planned this perfectly." you made your claim public to the other detectives in the room, passing around the bloody bullet which was secured in a ziplock bag.

"Yup, thats a modular sniper rifle. This was a perfect planned murder, due to how much accuracy is needed to shoot one of these bad boys. " shouted Colin whilst inspecting the bullet in between his rough hands, completely taking away the attention you had held onto you, aggrivating you immensely.

Colin would do this ever so often, always finding a way to snatch away the minimum attention you'd have gathered up, completely becoming the spotlight. You felt as if he had just so much hatred towards you, like he couldn't resist the fact that you were in fact solving more cases in a week than what he could've in a month. His body language although, spoke differently than his actions.

The detectives cheered Colin on, patting him on his wide back, all just so amazed by how easily he solved the puzzle of what specific type of sniper it was, –when you was literally already getting to the point–. Not one of them credited you for shit, not even the women who claimed to be so sick and tired of the misogynistic behavior that's been going around the department. They were certainly the ones cheering him on the loudest.

You only stood there silently staring down at the pieces of evidence that layed infront of you, the dim lighting that took over the small office room making you disappear almost entirely now. Erasing the fact that your only goal was to help these poor victims rest in peace, allowing their families to have complete closure of every each and tragic murder as Zable in the other hand, was focused on stealing your spotlight, just to feel superior and laugh it off in your face later on.

As the detectives all went to their correspondent offices, you and Colin were the only ones left in the room, as he decided to linger around noticing how you'd stay in to investigate through your lunch break. You feeling nothing but envy and him admiring how difficult he was making your job.

"Good job, buddy." blurted Colin as he walked a step closer towards you, a playful hop almost. His dark brown eyes looking down to your Y/E/C ones, as he fidgeted with his large fingers above the evidence table.

"Look Y/N, Im s-

"You're what Colin? Sorry? Why do you enjoy making my life so fucking miserable? Im fucking tired of it, im trying to genuinely help these families." you spat, looking deeply into his soul, noticing how his eyes began to water.

"You're gonna fucking cry now? Good. You deserve to feel like shit." you continued. Colin only looked down at his fidgety hands before taking a seat on the table, and munching on some leftover salad he had left from his lunch break, allowing his shiny eyes to shed their tears.

"It doesn't feel good to feel like shit does it, you needy whore? You just need attention and validation so fucking bad, why can't you just let me do my job in peace." your usage of language taking the both of you by surprise, pausing quickly after noticing Colin struggling to eat his salad with his left hand, when the man was a righty.

"Colin.. what the fuck are you doi-" you attempt to ask the obvious before getting unpredictabley interrupted by a loud whimper. You bent down slightly, letting curiousity taking the best of you to encounter Colin massaging his bulge through his pants.

"You're a fucking pathetic." you continue to degrade, unintentionally causing the member in his pants to leak in precum, dampening his boxers.

"Stop.. p-please stop." pleaded Colin as he massaged his enlarging buldge under the table, still unaware of you're awarness at his self pleasing.

"Why should I stop Colin? You deserve nothing." you proceed, enjoying the effects your words had on him, his teary eyes looking up at yours whilst you walked around the office.

Despite the fact you truly disliked the man you were currently sharing an office with, you just couldn't deny the fact that you enjoyed making him feel this way. Like shit. I mean he looks like he's enjoying it as well. The way he struggled to chew on his salad whilst attempting to keep his cool infront of you, how his long sleeved shirt slightly attached to his body from his sweat, and how his dark decepting eyes shed tears after tears. It was an admirable view.

He enjoyed the suffering, and so did you.

"I-I need to go to the..bathroom.." said Colin, now getting up from his office chair attempting to leave the room in pure hurry, before you got in his way blocking the door entry making him jump slightly.

"Please don't do this.."

"Don't do what? You've fucked up my job experience for all these months Colin, i think you deserve to get punished. Don't you think?" you teased whilst slowly dragging him back to his seat by his veiny arm.

Zable, although being in complete shock by his show of uncontrollable needs was also taking aback from your actions towards him, feeling out of place by letting a woman dominate him. He only sat on his wheely chair, laying down almost, whilst his breathing was surprisingly heavy allowing small whimpers escape his lips. The man needed you, and urgently.

"If this is what you've wanted this whole time, why not jump straight to the point and be a good boy? Instead of making shit hard." you questioned Colin, before prepping your elbows on either side of the arm rests he layed betweeb, massaging his thighs delightfully, earning graceful low groans.

"W-why are you doing this..?" questioned Colin, his eyes barely being able to open due to the slight amount of pleasure he's been receiving. You completely dodged his question, your focus remaining on his clothed thighs.

"Y/N.." Colin called now, attempting to catch your attention once again, you shushing him almost immediately.

You honestly didn't bother to shift your attention towards what Colin was saying, well that was before you felt his pants dampen up under you, warm fuzzy liquids spreading all over him.

"You c-came on yourself?"

"No.."

"What's this then?" you questioned before unzipping his pants and shoving your hand in his briefs, gathering some of his cum in between your fingers and bringing it up to view. "You came on yourself from me simply touching your thighs Zable?" you affirm before he denied your claim. "I k-kinda like when you y-yell at.. me.. and call me names.." he admitted in between pants, not having the balls to look into your eyes as he spoke.

You only giggled at his lack of dominance underneath you, having fully cummed on himself when you barely even touched him and just called him pathetic little names.

"You're a fucking disappointment Colin, you know that right?"

"Y-yes I know.. Y/N.."

"You deserve nothing for being such a piece of shit."

"Y-.. more..please. more.."

You would've never thought the man who'd been bothering you for all those months to have such a hypersensitive degrading kink. It all adds up now, why he'd tense up to his boss yelling at him, why he loved annoying the shit out of you. Whole time he was waiting for you to snap at him, and well who would've known shit would've ended up his way.

Colin wanted nothing but for you to full on dominate him, for you to take control over every little bone in his body. He was willing to do anything you'd ask him to, he'd bow down and kiss your feet if you'd asked him to for god's sake. The thought of making him your literal sex puppet brough nothing but an internal flame into your core, producing an evil smirk to form on your lips onto the man you were just a few inches away from.

"god you're so beautiful when you're in pain." you announce before attaching your lips to his drooly ones, the two of you ravaging eachothers mouths immediately. Zable only melted under the kiss, slightly lifting his hand up towards your breasts, soon letting it drop onto his lap in cowardness.

"you can touch me." you break the kiss to give your consent, allowing his firmed hand grip onto your right breast as he exhilaratedtly sighed to the soft feeling. Colin gripped on you like his life depended on it, as you lifted your leg onto the left side of his thigh prepping yourself down into a straddle, him groaning to finally feeling some contact against his member.

Colin was a moaning mess already, your dripping clothed cunt aligned with his sensitve clothed tip was driving him over the edge as he grew impatient attaching his large hands onto your hips in attempt of grinding you onto him. Although you knew you had him wrapped around your finger you allowed him to grind up to you, his second releasing nearing rapidly.

"oh.. fuck.." groaned Colin as you two dry humped eachother for several minutes now, your purpose being making him suffer but letting yourself get into the pleasure also, as you animalisticly removed his dressing shirt, popping some buttons out along the way. You then manage to remove yours also whilst gripping onto his short sweaty hair.

"Is that all you can do? huh? not enough." you degrade, producing his rhythm to increase making you groan excitedly. Colin's one soft puppy but he'll for certain make sure you're needs are satisfied as well as his.

Didn't take long for you to moan along with him, feeling his bulge twitch under you, as he came yet again collapsing underneath you.

"Colin."

"..y-yes?"

"you're an amazing little slut."

taglist: @divineruler @thatspookyagent @copy-of-a-cheeto @booboomother @evanmybeloved @billyhxrgrove @sinnersblood @crssjjh

(dm to be in taglist !)

kinda wanna highkey make another part to this but we'll see how it goess

[danked-piccolo-shit]

Bigby x Reader ( NSFW )

Hey ! Hope you're all fine and happy out there ! 👋 The kinktober stuff made me want to translate this scenario from my computer. Hope you'll enjoy it.

Warning : NSFW ( some masturbation shit are in this post, kid, don't read it ! 🤔 )

The wolf opened his door, almost sma-

Crack

Well... actually smashing the handle accidentally in his action.

Another shitty night for the Fabletown's Sheriff, now thinking how he was going to explain this tomorrow. This was the 3rd time in a week, after all.

He entered the apartment, letting an annoyed sigh to escape from his lips as he cracked the bones of his neck. He picked up the phone, leaving it on the table before entering in the kitchen, this was a kind of ritual he use to do at the end of the day, without even noticing doing so. But after a long day of work, he just wanted to be ... quiet, and embrace the loneliness in which he had plunged for all these years.

Some whiskey would be welcome. If there were any left. A quick visit from Colin wasn't something unusual, after all, and this pig was a real pain in the ass, sometimes. A shy smile slowly came to lift his dark circles as he opened the closet. There were still some left, and plenty by the way ! Even if the sheriff couldn't recall when he went to the grocery store for the last time. The fridge was totally empty, apart from an old bottle of ketchup, and he couldn't rely on the freezer to offer him something to eat either...

The reflection of his cigarette shimmered in a glass now full of the oh so precious alcohol, which gradually became more of a painkiller for Bigby over the years rather than a real source of pleasure or relief.

He then set out to settle on this good old armchair, which will have another taste of the blood of the fable this evening.

2, maybe 3 broken ribs, some bloody phalanges and let's not even talk about his shirt.

Fed up... Bigby was fed up...

"Can I really go on living like this?" whispered the wolf under his breath, before finally grabbing this precious painkiller of his.

The truth was he didn't know himself what to do. He sweared to protect everyone, and he will continue... Until the sweet death finally come to take him, and put an end to his long and painful agony.

He dared to confront his reflection in the half-empty glass, before turning away from it a few seconds later. It might be time to have a shower, he thought out loud. To wash away the blood, and, kinda help with the smell too.

He quickly opened his window, which offered him a scent far more delicate than the one of whiskey on his beard. It seems you have been cooking something recently, but it wasn't the smell of tasty food that has made the wolf close his eyes to sniff more, and which started to make him shiver in ecstasy. It was yours.

Your so precious perfume... So lovable, so tempting ~ God, was he happy to be your neighbor from below. Be able to smell you before he goes to bed, or, at least, tries to... Trace your exact position in your apartment just by earing the sweet sound of your feets, making the wood cracking gently just above from where he was.

If he listened to his instincts, the only thing he wanted to do with you now ...

Was to take you away, far, really far from these rotten apartments, to steal you tonight and never going back, so that you can finally be happy with him, your mate for life. Bigby took only a few moments to get out of his fantasies. It was crazy to think about it, and he knew it ... Unfortunately all too well.

His cigarette ended up in the ashtray, and his half-empty glass will have to wait until his shower was over. Just leaning forward was enough to make the wolf growl in pain, but he got up anyway, now realizing the need to do laundry if he didn't want to start some half-naked investigating tomorrow.

So he went to the bathroom, rediscovering it by the way, before heading to the machine. A sound of water coming from upstairs was enough to dissipate his thoughts just before he presses the start button.

Uncontrollably, Bigby started to focus, surprising himself to be now able to distinct your breathing and even your heartbeat with the constant falling water. The walls truly were paper thin, after all...

Sudden hoarse breathing echoed in his ears, pushing him immediately into alertness. Did something happen to you ?! The pressure on his shoulders vanished the moment he could sense you were uninjured, and not seeming anxious.

False alert, and it was clearly for the best... But...

Why were you panting, then ?

Your heartbeat went madder, just like your breath... That's the moment Bigby realized you weren't actually in the shower. The falling water sound was way to constant...

A clang of clothing was enough to give rise to a hypothesis in his head. "No, no, Bigby, stop, you're disgusting, there is absolutely no chance of that happening..."

That's what he told himself before he started blaming his fatigue for his perverted spirit.

You drove him crazy every day and he knew it. But ... to the point of imagining that ?! God, he was tired.

" Hn ~ ♡ "

Instinctively, he stopped all movements, mentally praying for the first time in his life to have heard well. You were... doing it... like... really ?!

Bigby closed his eyes again, letting his hearing refine itself some more while the growing bulge in his pants already led him to the point of no return. This strange sensation he hadn't felt for years could only assert itself more when a squishy sound resonated in his ears. And that had nothing to do with the water that was still flowing...

" Shit.... "

The wolf took an immediate support against the wall, letting himself slide down to the ground as he cursed the sound of his belt which came to smother another one of your cries.

You were really masturbating, and Bigby was the only one that could hear you...

Without hesitation, he threw his hand into his pants, wedging his breath on yours not to miss the next moan as he started to pleasure himself.

" Aah ~ "

Here it came.

Being able to clearly hear this one was so satisfying for Bigby. And so, so good too. The Sheriff could not help but harden over the seconds as he could now trace each passage of your delicate fingers on your juicy entrance.

These repetitive noises... Your jerky breath... Your soft moans so inaudible that they were even more precious ... You really wanted it so badly ~ ? The wolf didn't knew this side of your personality until now, but he clearly wasn't going to complain. Nevertheless, he was curious to know who you were thinking of when you did this, and the mere assumption that it was him ended all other acceptable answers for Bigby.

" Hmmm ~~ "

He gave himself thoroughly despite his injuries, guided by his imagination and determined to silence the voice that ordered him to go upstairs and help you satisfy your reciprocal urges. To make your skin dance on his, while preventing you from holding back your cries by the simple pressure of his hands on your hips. He could finally kiss you, caress you until dawn...

Horny like he was now, if he really go upstairs, it wouldn't be just the building that would hear you scream in a mix of pleasure and pain, but the whole fucking town. Even his fear to break you in the action excited him more, in theory. His left hand that was resting on his knee threatened to lacerate it as his claws began to come out. Never in his life the wolf wanted to bang someone so badly. You weren't his mate for nothing, after all...

A special rhythm of breathing proved to Bigby that you were reaching your limits. Already? At this point, he could've made you climax twice before starting to reach his own. With a growing smile on his lips, the wolf calculated approximately. 3... maybe 4...

" Ah- Aaah, fuck ~ ♡ "

Definitely 4. He could make you beg for mercy 4 times before he finally liberate you from his grip, and fill your delicious belly with all his semence as you'll let your ultimate moan resonate in the room. He could already see your legs trembling in your succession of orgasms, while his full erect cock will force him to impregnate you like the animal he was, to mark his territory and claim you his for all eternity.

The wolf bit his lip until blood, vainly retaining a grunt to escape. Even if you had already finished, and was finally going to have a shower, Bigby took advantage of the fall of your last clothes to give him the impetus to finish alone. The falling water calmed down as you entered it, making Bigby understand that he'll not have the chance to have a round 2 this night... Or enough alcohol into his veins to dare going upstairs and make your body bend under his touch.

So he kept drowning in his fantasies, restraining himself from grunting or breaking the wall that was still his support as he remembered your needy moans.

Bigby's knee was now in blood, and hazard made him reach his limits when you cut off the water.

He desperately tried to sniff your scent when he finally came, much harder than expected, a little bit disappointed that you went to bed this early and were already far asleep. But, hey, he couldn't be mad at you, not when you just saved his evening like this ;)

The first thing he did when he opened his eyes again was to look at his ceiling, smiling wildly at the thought of what happened.

" Good night, (Y/N) "

_________

Hope you enjoyed it so far ! Thanks for reading, and remember that he still hasn't launched his laundry machine yet ! So be careful of shirtless Sheriff from now on ;)

[achieveandhunt]

live typing extra life 2019

warning: this a fucking LONG post. if you plan on reading it all, godspeed.

i typed all of this as it was happening on stream so this gets progressively less coherent as i grow more sleep deprived. prepare yourselves. i may or may not go off topic at some points

larry vehemently vomiting pure malic acid. we’re off to a great start

what the fuck the soggy ass popcorn in that ranch jesus christ

lindsay in the song from AH the musical. i love her so much

jeremy going YAAAAAAY after someone eats a cursed oreo

matt getting AGGRESSIVELY kissed by larry

“this kiss this kiss” before geoff and jack kiss

geoff “i’m from alabama” ramsey

THIS FUCKING RANCH SEGMENT HAS ME GAGGING

jeremy “the alcohol demon the whiskey goblin” dooley

alfredo “you wont believe what the white people did today” diaz

DUSK BOYS DUSK BOYS DUSK BOYS GET THAT DICK ESSENCE

wait why does it sound like wonderwall

they look like characters from the matrix

the speaking parts. make my teeth hurt

in conclusion: they weren’t kidding abt the tight pants 

okay everyone get ready for eric soundboard spamming YEAH BABEY

“hi i’m from broadcast and i don’t want to be here” they represent themselves well

also, let’s take a second to appreciate broadcast here!! they have a really tough job and don’t get a ton of credit. lots of love to all of broadcast!!! you guys are awesome

i am: foreseeing problems with this eric sound board

which one is eric?? will the real eric please stand up?? was the real eric the one we found along the way??

“i’m... just really worried that i won’t ever find love-” “i really don’t care”

WHY DO THEY HAVE THAT ON THE SOUNDBOARD (what does that apply to? whatever it is you’re thinking of, but mostly “daddy wants some”)

ooh someone’s about to get a fReE tongue piercing from a pineapple

god dammit i went to the bathroom for thirty seconds and now they’re eating chad’s chest hair

owie the shock collar and belly slap look painful, but drinking natty light from a shoe? that’s a true punishment

“and this roast was brought to you by meundies”

ah yes what better way is there to end a segment than people throwing up

“man action” oh no

THROBERT MULVEINY

K A R B is blind in T W O of her eyes

“my last name is cottagecheese”

I HAVE A PIECE OF METAL SHOVED UP MY A S S 

chris has somehow managed to lose 23 years of age and roughly 412 pounds

“just open throat like baby bird” who the fuck is writing this and why is it jeremy

jon. jon you’re breathing in adam’s ass fumes

a summary of this segment: ass and cottage cheese

BARB IS HERE I REPEAT BARB IS HERE

“to fitness” -starts choking-

final fitness coach: tad, here to workout your issues so they can beat you into submission

“will you buy my wet” well i don’t see that on the raffle items

we’re back folks & i’m loving this walk around segment

moonball wall and gavin&michael will soon be reunited can we get an F in the chat

jeremy getting a borderlands tattoo is very on brand

what’s extra life without a little satan

“starvation army, putting lead back into paint, increasing childhood obesity” people in chat: TAKE MY MONEY

chris “i’m doing a different hole” demarais

ah yes. the game we all play in hell: twister

nobody edit chris getting mustard shot down his throat. i’m scarred enough from the original clip

oh fuck. oh god. the mayo. oh god what the fuck is up with the misuse of condiments this year

this just in: a human soul costs roughly $12,700

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urine: to help with aerodynamics

jon: maya, speak! maya: *the smallest arwoo*

today’s mvp: any dog. pick one. no matter which you pick, you’re right

how the fuck did blaine change back from satan so quickly

barb as a cat is... my new sleep paralysis demon

blaine: barbara speak! barbara: climate change is real

#dogsforkids

this just in: extra life killed my wifi

we’re back & kdin is in the business of killing people with spice. she is the spice queen

queue six thousand well-timed 1337 donations

HOLY SHIT THAT’S COLIN FROM WHOSE LINE IS IT ANYWAY

hmm “questionable liquids” is very... questionable

trevor: oh there’s four of them! we all get to join in the Fuckkkk

“what’s your favorite kind of candy” “any meat”

i like pickles and i would rather rip my eyebrows off than drink the juice so i feel for trevor

the only thing worse than drinking apple cider vinegar is shooting it out of your nose

“can you feel the love tonight” “i used to and that’s the problem”

“flubs every word man” damn, really missed the chance to say captain hair

jeremy not being able to intentionally flub his words is so fucking funny

OK BOOMER 

wow i can feel my blood pressure spike just watching these shots

Xavier Woods is here and he wants to know if it’s Christmas

miles doesn’t know what a question is

WHERE’S YOUR HAIR

oh no. oh no helping hands is next. everyone clear a splash zone

CHEF MIKE CHEF MIKE CHEF MIKE

miles bossing around chef mike is priceless

“you leave that fucking dough on the floor”

“you wanna slam your hands down on the table” *pizza sauce goes flying everywhere*

HOEDOWN HOEDOWN HOEDOWN jesus why do i keep doing that

“If Colin Mochrie is listening, I’ll see you here next year” OH FUCK YEAH

--- this is when i take a break so my soul can return to my body (aka i have work to turn in. college will never not be a pain in my ass) ---

oh god dammit i missed all of Always Open. fuck college who needs a medical degree

so... we have some very interesting things happening in family feud and i’m not sure if i like any of them

hmm. is now the time to get drunk

oily twist feels very... ominous

what do you mean you don’t remember gandalf having a taser in lord of the rings?

someone in the chat said “big stupid sleeping thing is what my parents called me in high school”

i think i’m blacking out what’s going on i don’t remember the past two hours

ah yes. voldemort and snape having a talk show together sounds exactly like something J.K. Rowling would make a spinoff book or show or porno of

can we just talk about how much shit chris has been doing this year? what a guy. what a dude

“coldy with voldy” actually means getting knocked the fuck out cold because you only got three hours of sleep last night and you don’t want to miss chef mike and lindsay cooking

this snape poem is summarized by one phrase: “that was terrible sit the fuck down” (sorry chris)

“let’s destroy a weasley” enter chad

fucking called it

“you smell poor” i need a caffeine drip

heh the wheel spins are at 69 heh nice

i’m a grown ass woman

welcome to a section called: we torture chad for your entertainment

“who wants us to kill weasley?” *massive cheers from the audience*

“wait weasley step away from the wideshot so i can masturbate to this later”

“i’m not gonna rub my eye mom”

oh they’re really gonna kill chad on stream huh

i felt that chest slap in my soul

i think i felt my own ribs crack

oh fucking

tumblr deleted my thoughts on the fanfic section

alright. fine. brief summary: my teeth are burning

my mom lindsay is on next and i’m so excited but i’m nearing the point of loopiness so things will go downhill dramatically from here

this is my fucking fourth extra life, you would think i’d be smart enough to sleep the night before

LINDSAY LINDSAY LINDSAY THAT’S MY MOM

JEREMY JEREMY JERE- wait a second... did jeremy get taller

oH CHEF MIKE CHEF MIKE CHEF MIKE

i hope Xavier comes back next year because he’s funny as fuck

m y a t t

oh god the mcdonald’s shade i’m rolling

lindsay “who’s the chef here” jones

chef mike mentioned mayo and i involuntarily gagged

chef mike clowning the big mac. i’m crying

he made the right choice with ryan bc i’ve seen his cooking stream(s) and it’s nothing if not great content

i heARD A MICHAEL JONES

“lindsay you haven’t done anything but warm up cookies so far” “yeah and?? you’re welcome”

you know that classic snack. slightly warm oreos

JEREMY THE LIQUOR GOBLIN DOOLEY IS BACK

oh god him screeching across set is making me cry laughing

why does it remind me of trevor’s voice cracks in the one minecraft ep where they’re singing the lion king

the biggest spoon for the smallest shot glass

i just realized we’re not even halfway through yet and i’m scared for the length of this list i’m gonna end up falling asleep involuntarily at some point

lindsay no your teeth are going to errode from that shot in your mouth

well timed leet donation #1829495

this gorden ramsey bit is so fucking good

jack: what do you think of the arugala? matt: i don’t even know what you said

iT’s NoT jUsT tWo CoOkIeS miCHeAL

jeremy and michael just chillin amidst the choas is exactly my demeanor at any party i’ve ever been to

lindsay scores: ryan = 7 because diet coke, matt = still eating lindsay’s meal so it’s a 10, xavier = also still eating it so it’s an 8. total: 25

“deep fry everything but a remote control”

chef mike scores: ryan = 9 for no death, matt = greens are present, words were said, score is 8. xavier = Gourmet Mcdonald’s, food is edible, score is 8. total: 25

oh fuck it’s a tie

now they fight to the death. death = doing as many shots as possible

i think we’re all going to need liver transplants after tonight

no jesus please don’t vomit oh goD oh fUc k please- oh thank god

okay i’m making a part two this is too much

[thecleverdame]

Control and Release - 11

Series Masterlist

TEDTalk!Sam x Reader

Summary: With the rest of the staff caught in a snowstorm, you find yourself acting as a personal assistant to the notorious Sam Winchester.

Warnings: Dom/Sub, humiliation, embarrassment, sexual objectification,  mutual masturbation, spanking, cum play, fingering, anal play, orgasm control, dub-con, nipple clamps, breath play (more warnings as the story continues)  

Words: 5.6k

Beta: @ilikaicalie

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-

You sit there naked as the shower turns on. There’s a part of you that knows you should leave, it’s the safest way to ensure a clean division between sex and, well, everything else. But the truth is all the logic in the world doesn’t stop you from getting up and joining him in the shower.

He turns toward you as you open the glass door and step inside, his hair slicked back. He moves out of the way for you to wet your hair before switching places. He doesn’t touch you, instead he watches as you lather your body with the hotel provided soap. His eyes follow as soapy hands move between your legs, then over your breasts. He waits for you to finish and then steps out, wrapping himself in a fluffy white towel, handing one to you before wordlessly disappearing back into the room.

You follow him, toweling dry, trying to act casual as he stands stark naked, rubbing his hair with the towel and slipping into bed. You do the same, walking to the other side and crawling under the sheets as he reaches over and turns off the light.

“Good night,” are his last words as he turns onto his side, facing away from you and settles in.

-

There’s a hand rubbing up and down your back as you lie belly down, still in the depths of sleep. Slowly you blink awake, the early morning sun shining through a crack in the curtains, cutting like a knife through butter into the dark of the room.

While you don’t know what time it is, it’s still early enough that no part of you wants to move. It’s Sam’s voice that brings you back into the land of the living and the realization that you’re still in his bed.

“You have to get up.” A big, warm hand spreads wide across your back, fingers fanning out. The feeling of his hands on you, skin on skin is a simple but rare pleasure.“It’s almost six and Pepper will be here soon. Our flight leaves at nine, and you need to pack.”

“It’s too early, just leave me here. I’ll live on the West Coast now.” you whisper, rolling onto your back. He’s hovering above you, propped up on one elbow looking bright eyed at this ungodly hour. “Do you ever sleep?”

“Rarely.” He pushes a strand of hair back from your cheek. “Really, you need to get up.”

“I’m moving.” With a final push, you force yourself to sit up and get out of bed. You're naked and it’s cold as you hop around the room, trying to find your clothes and get dressed. Still half asleep you walk to the door in a daze and he follows you. “Last night was...incredible. Really, I’ve never felt anything like that.”

He seems to enjoy your early morning confession, grinning as you yawn into the back of your hand.

“Go on,” he opens the door. “You can sleep on the plane, you deserve it.”

Five Days Later - Tuesday

You’ve spent the better part of two days staring at lists of phone numbers and calls. The computer does most of the cross-referencing, all you’re left with is a spreadsheet full of names, dates and times. Thousand of them.

It’s early afternoon when you realize that something’s wrong.

Before you were assigned to the endless pit of phone calls, Max had you sorting through and categorizing depositions, ensuring the transcriptions were correct. You know this case inside and out. You’ve heard every word of testimony a dozen times and that’s how you know that Kurt Jablonski, your client, swore up and down multiple times that he never made direct contact with a private investigator named Lea Hammond.

And yet here you are staring at a number identified as one of Lea Hammond’s burner phones making and receiving calls from an office line that only Kurt had access too. His calls are normally made through his security so it’s possible he’s naive enough to think that there wouldn’t be a trace, but you’re staring at the proof of their connection.

You’ve got no idea what this means, but it’s a huge case. Sam’s had teams flying back and forth from Florida for months.

Now comes the hard part, you have to tell Max.

You never returned his texts and he’s been giving you the cold shoulder. But you report to him, at least for this case, so there’s no way around it. You write down the names and dates on a post-it and head to the conference room where Max has set up shop with half a dozen other junior associates.

“Excuse me,” you knock lightly on the door frame and they all look up. Frank Walenchecz looks from you to Max and grins, which piques your interest but that’s not why you’re here. “Max, can I talk to you for a minute?”

“We’re kinda in the middle of something here.” He rotates his chair, eyeing you up and down. “I’ll find you later if you need me.”

Everyone in the room chuckles and your cheeks flush hot.

“I think you should look at this, I found something-”

“I said we’re busy.” He’s emboldened now, his condescending tone laced with an underlying hostility that you pick up on in a second.

“Max, this is serious,” you insist. “It says on the schedule that the team in Florida is going through final prep with Mr. Jablonski but-”

“Why don’t you worry about your filing and leave the thinking to the big boys, huh?” He tilts his head, making no attempt to hide as he stares at your breasts. “I’ll find you later, sweetheart.”

You can hear snickers as you shut the door, humiliated.

You wait. And wait.

It’s nearly six when you walk back down the hall only to find the conference room empty. He’s left for the day.

Wednesday

You’ve only been in the office for an hour, sorting through a new stack of documents when Lance Barton saunters up to your desk. He’s not exactly a friend, but the two of you are friendly per se. He’s a junior associate and just as full of himself as every other lawyer working at W & S, they all know how good they have it.

“Good morning,” he perches on your desk, shoving a paperweight to the side to make room for his ass.

“Hey,” you look at him, offering a genuine smile. He doesn’t say anything, just sits there staring at you with a shit eating grin on his face. “Did you need something?”

“Actually, I came to ask you that.” He chuckles, biting his bottom lip. It takes you a minute to understand exactly what he’s implying. When the realization finally dawns you’re so taken off guard that you don’t know how to respond.

“I-” you start, sitting back, staring at him in disbelief. “I’m not sure I understand what you mean.”

You turn back to your work, trying to ignore him, but he doesn’t move.

“Come on,” Lance leans down, placing his hand over yours on the desk, you jerk it back in response, unprepared for actual physical interaction. “We’ve always gotten along, haven’t we?”

“Please stop.” You pull your hand away, clutching it in your lap.

“Max said you liked to play hard to get.” He whispers, now close enough that you can feel his breath on your cheek. “But he also said it was worth it, that you’re a wild little thing.”

You look at him wide-eyed, mouth falling open as nausea sets in. “Max told you that?”

“Don’t be shy.” Lance smiles, his eyes trailing down your body. “You just let me know the next time you need an itch scratched and I’ll take care of you.”

He saunters away, looking smug, leaving you gutted. You’d already guessed from Max’s reaction yesterday that he’d greatly exaggerated his relationship with you, but this is a whole other level.

Greg Smith from IT walks by your desk, eyes lingering too long and you know it has already grown into something you’re not going to be able to control.

Thursday

“Everyone knows your dirty little secret.” Pepper pours herself a coffee looking up at you. “I mean, you probably think you’re hiding it but I can see right through you.”

You almost choke on your spit, stopping to stare at her, swallowing hard.

“What are you talking about?” you stammer and she smirks, sipping her coffee.

“Oh stop it. The whole office knows about you two.” She shakes her head and you want to melt into the floor.

“You’re talking about….Max?” 

God, you hope it’s only Max.

“Who else?” Pepper is always a bitch but she’s really enjoying this. “I knew there was something between the two of you.”

“There was and never has been anything going on between us.” You correct her, holding your head high.

“I could have told you he was a snake. They’re all wannabes with too much money who think they’re going to be Sam Winchester some day. It’s pathetic.”

“Whatever he said, it’s not true.” You want to ask for more details but you’re not sure you could handle it.

“He told everyone, might as well have sent out a newsletter. Every nasty detail, how you suck cock, how you begged him to fuck you...everywhere. He told Colin you’re too slutty for him. Too much of a whore for Max...that must be a new low.”

“Why are you telling me this?” you whisper, fighting back tears. There’s a swell of anger and humiliation rising in your chest.

“Because you should know. I might be a lot of things, but I’m not afraid to say things to someone’s face. I know you’re Sam’s favorite right now, God only knows why. But that doesn’t mean anything in the real world. Outside of his office, you’re just a small fish, fighting for room in the pond with the rest of us.”

She turns on her heels and walks away, leaving you stunned.

-

The last thing you want to do is see Max face to face, but you need to show him the information you found. While you’d love to see him crash and burn, it could affect Sam and you won’t let that happen.

You knock twice on the door to his small, windowless office and he looks up. His face hardens when he realizes it’s you. “Back for more? Can’t stay away huh?”

“What are you talking about?” You shrug, stepping inside and shutting the door. “It’s just us now, stop the act. I thought we were friends, Max. Why are you doing this?”

“What am I doing?” he asks, picking up a stress ball and squeezing it in his fist. “I haven’t  talked to you in a week.”

“You’ve talked to everyone else. Telling stories about things that never happened.” Stepping closer to his desk you search his face for some kind of understand. You didn’t see this coming. Are you this bad of a judge of character? “Why are you trying to hurt me?”

“Why are you such a cock tease?” he spits, crushing the foam ball in his grasp.

“You know,” you back out the room, defeated, “the sad part is that I thought you were a good guy.”

“Why don’t you go find someone else to play your games with,” Max calls out as you leave and you hear the ball hit the wall with a soft thump.

Friday Morning

Sam waits outside the door to the conference room as Pepper hands him the latest update on the case. He opens the folio, reading through the documents. He’s always fully prepared.

“Do you need me?” Pepper asks, “Because I need to finish the notes from your call with Mr. Takahashi. You’ll need the final proposal before your one o’clock.”

“No,” Sam shakes his head without look up. “I should be back in my office by eleven. We’ll have time to review.”

She wanders off and Sam’s flips through page after page, scanning the notes. He’s not really listening, it’s your name that pulls him out of what he’s reading, moving closer to the open door.

“I’m telling she was practically begging for it,” Max explains.

“If Y/N was so into it then why are you so hot and cold?” Another voice asks. “You’ve been after her for months.”

“Because every other guy has already been there.” Max laughs. “I mean she’s a real whore, let me fuck her ass the first time. That’s how you know she’s been open for business.”

“Shit,” someone else grunts. “If you don’t want her, I’ll damn sure get in line.”

“Go for it man, two drinks and she was all over my dick like she hadn’t been fucked in years. She was starving for it.”

Friday Afternoon

“What is it?” Sam snips, looking for up for only a second. You haven’t seen him since you got off the plane in Boston last week. You know he’s been busy but you expected less hostility.

“I need to show you something.” You inch into his office.

“Can it wait?” He sits up, pulling off his glasses to stare you. He normally looks you up and down but right now his eyes are boring a hole into yours with an unwavering stare. “I’m busy. I don’t have time for you today.”

Jesus.

You take a breath, holding back with everything you have, you’ve wanted to cry for forty-eight hours but you didn’t think Sam would be the one to push you over the edge.

“Um-” you stutter, words getting caught in your throat.

“Um?” He raises an eyebrow. “Pull yourself together, use words like an adult.”

You swallow hard, tears brimming, as you try to swallow the thump in your throat.

“There’s something I came across when I was sorting through phone records for the Jablonski case.” You manage stable words, masking your looming breakdown.

“And you’re bothering me with this why?” He asks plainly as if you’re some low-level employee he’s never laid eyes on before.

“I just thought-”

“What did you just think? That because I fucked you I would suddenly have time for whatever this is?” His eyes are on fire and you wished you could melt into the floor.

“Jesus Christ, you’re a real dick, you know that?” you whisper, a tear running down your cheek, mouth trembling. “What did I do?”

His eyes light up, rage threatening right there under the surface. “Why aren’t you giving this to your project leader? Max has time for you, I’m sure.”

“I tried. He won’t listen to me.”

“Why?” Sam’s jaw locks, seething with anger. You’ve got no idea where this is coming from but you’re fully prepared to leave this building and never come back. “Stop crying, it’s pathetic.”

“Because,” you close your eyes, fresh tears falling, you’re really crying now. You stare at the floor, unable to take any more of his glare. “Because he’s mad at me.”

“Why is he mad at you?” He pushes as if he's waiting for some lurid confession.

“I wouldn’t sleep with him. He’s been an absolute asshole. He’s successfully made my life a living hell. I’m pretty sure he told everyone in the building that I’m a whore. I’ve got people I don’t even know whispering about me in the halls. I tried to show him but he won’t listen to me. I found something. I think it’s important so I came up here to tell you and now you’re...whatever this is. Please just take this so I can leave.”

You hold out a folder, wincing as he steps forward. He takes the folder out of your hands, but the next thing you feel is both his hands cupping your face, thumbs pressed into your cheeks.

“Calm down.” His voice is softer now, less commanding, more soothing.

You look at him, and gone is his threatening stare, it’s been replaced by something gentler.

“I haven’t done anything, to anyone.” you offer, stripped bare of pretense as you look up at him. “I’m just trying to help.”

“I jumped to some conclusions, I shouldn’t have spoken to you like that.” It makes sense now, he’s heard the rumors. One of his hands moves from your face to your chest, placing his hand wide over your heart, resting between your breasts, guiding your breath. “I’m sorry.”

While it doesn’t excuse his actions you’re fairly sure Sam Winchester rarely apologizes, if ever.

“Okay,” you whisper, unable to dive any deeper, not right now at least.

“I’ll look through what you brought and take care of the Max situation.”

“I’m not a snitch,” you gulp, “I didn’t tell you to get him in trouble.”

“I know that. But you did tell me and I can’t have one of my employees talking about another like this. I won’t allow this kind of hostile environment for anyone.”

“He’s going to know I told you.”

“He’s going to know you told HR, because that’s how we’ll deal with it.” He sets the folder on his desk and picks up his phone.

“You’re done for the week. Go downstairs, I’ll have my driver take you to my house. You’re going to spend the weekend with me.”

“The weekend?” You look up, wiping tears as your mind tries to shift off of Max and into whatever this new territory is. “I don’t have anything with me.”

“You won’t need much.”

-

Sam’s house is a huge, modern home in Newton, Massachusetts. You know from listening to Pepper that he has a loft in Boston but this sprawling architectural wonder is his real home, far outside the city.

Dealing with him on a more intimate level it’s been easy to forget that he’s filthy fucking rich. He’s made more money than most people can dream of and this house is a jarring reminder that you’re in his world now.

The driver walks you to the door, punches in a code and ensures you’re inside before leaving. The floors are dark wood and everything else is stark white, it makes the place feel almost antiseptic. You take your shoes off and trail down the hallway that opens up into a generous living area, twice the size of your entire apartment. There is a couch, several chairs, and a coffee table. The walls are bare, save for one huge painting hanging on the wall, it’s all dark colors and strange shapes.

You continue exploring, wandering down a narrow hall to the right and find the kitchen. It’s just as devoid of personality as the rest of the house. He could feed a small army and you wonder if he’s ever lonely being one man with all this unnecessary space.

There’s a labyrinth of empty bedrooms, filled with furniture and not much else. At the end of this hall is his room, it’s unmistakable. In contrast to the rest of the place, there are splashes of color. The door to his closet is open and you slip inside, flipping on the light to find hundreds of suits, pressed and hung with meticulous care. There’s a second closet filled with his casual clothing, sneakers, and gym clothes. It sparks a lot of thought about what he’s truly like outside of the professional world.

Is this it? Is all this naked space his life? It seems...unfulfilling.

At the end of the closet, there’s a dresser with two pictures sitting on top. You pick one up and examine it. It’s a family, mother, and father, a young boy and a baby. It’s easy to guess that the baby is Sam, this was a life that was taken from him.

The second photo is unmistakably Sam with a mop of wild hair hanging over his forehead. He looks to be in his early twenties and he’s smiling bright and happy, eyes lit up with joy. He’s got his arm around a beautiful blonde who’s pressing her lips to his cheek. This Sam looks alive, warm and inviting. Another version of him from a happier time.

There’s a faint sound and you set the picture down, shutting off the light and scrambling out of the room. You find him in the living room, slipping his suit jacket off and laying it over the back of a chair. He looks up, a half-smile crossing his lips.

“You,” he points to you, shaking his head. “Just saved me from an utter disaster. I have twenty lawyers on that case, five paralegals and you’re the only who caught the phone calls.”

“It was something?” you question, moving closer.

“More than something. Kurt hasn’t been telling us the truth. If we had moved forward with our current strategy he would have ended up in jail and our reputation would have taken a massive hit.”

“Well, I’m glad I could help,” you offer, still reeling from the rollercoaster of a day you’ve had. “Before you say anything else, there’s something I need to say.”

“What is it?” he asks, getting closer.

“I know you have a lot going on. You’re busy and you don’t always have time for me. I understand that you’re blunt and like to get right to the point. But I can’t handle the way you spoke to me today. I enjoy what we have, but I won’t be around someone who treats me like that.”

He waits for a beat, eyes honing in on you, his head tilting as his tongue darts out. You can practically see the gears turning.

“I overheard a rumor and took it as truth. I, of all people, should know better,” he offers. “I don’t share. I’ve never played well with others and when I heard what I did, I reacted. I am sorry for that. I asked you to trust me and I need to trust you in return. It’s the only way this works. I trust you to keep your word, make good on your commitments. I will never speak to you that way again.”

“Good.” You gulp, feeling suddenly small in his living room. “Let’s not talk about it anymore.”

“Agreed.” He moves past you, reaching out to squeeze your arm as he heads off toward the kitchen and you follow. “Are you hungry?”

“Yea - Yes. I am. I was so worked up all day, I haven’t eaten anything since last night,” you confess, almost afraid of what kind of strange, kale-infused delicacy he’ll offer you.

“I’ll make something.” He opens the refrigerator, looking back you. “How do you feel about beets?”

-

“What I’m about to do is all about trust,” Sam explains as you sit naked in his lap, knees on either side of his thighs. His cock is thick and hard, trapped between your bellies.

“I know,” you nod, one hand on each of his shoulders. Your nails sink into his skin, holding on like he’s already begun. You look him in the eyes, searching for understanding. “I trust you, I’m just...nervous.”

“You’ll like it.” He nods, both hands holding your hips tightly. “It’s an incredible release.”

His hand wedges between your bodies again, finding your clit, rubbing a few last times before he gets started. He’s spent the better part of an hour getting you worked up, you're wet and throbbing, ready for more.  

“Lift up,” he instructs and you rise up on your knees as he takes his cock into his hand and slips the head into your pussy. “Now lower down, take it all.”

You stare at him as you slide down his dick, not stopping until you’re filled to the brim.

“Jesus,” you gasp, eyes fluttering closed for a moment. He’s thick, a wonderful stretch that sends little jolts of pleasure up your spine.

“Hands behind your back.”

You comply, placing your wrists together at the base of your spine. He picks up his discarded tie, reaching around and securing your wrists. The fact that he doesn’t need to see to be able to properly tie you up, has you both excited and concerned.

Sitting back he looks at you, then down to where you’re sitting on his dick.

“Fuck yourself on my cock, slowly.”

Lifting up you hum with satisfaction, feeling the drag of him inside you. It’s only intensified when you sink back and find a rhythm, even and constant, as you stare at each other. After a few minutes he starts to breath faster, mouth clamped shut as he studies your face. One hand comes up and slides around your throat. His fingers nearly reach the back of your neck, thumb pressing into the opposite side under your jaw.  

He squeezes, not hard, just enough to make you feel the pressure and you whimper, sliding up and down his shaft. Leaning all the way back in the chair, he reaches between your bodies with his free hand and begins to carefully rub your clit.

Your mouth falls open as the pleasure builds, everything between your legs slick and throbbing. His cock alone would be enough to get you off like this, you’re not used to the stretch yet, you doubt you ever will be, but it’s a wonderful challenge as you lift yourself up and down in his lap.

“Feels so good,” you whisper, biting your lower lip, his thumb moving faster over your swollen clit.

“Stick your tongue out,” he instructs. You blink, feeling the all too familiar shame creep in as you drop your jaw and stick your tongue out.

He keeps you just like this as the minutes tick by, your whimpers and moans sound even more desperate with your mouth wide open, tongue hanging out like some kind of slutty porn star.

Tugging at your hands you almost falter, only to have the hand around your throat grow tighter, holding you in place.

“You don’t have to ask permission to cum, just let it happen.” And with that his lips curl and his fingers clench and suddenly you can’t breathe. You knew this was coming, he’d prepared you for it but the first time you can’t help the panic, your heart speeding up.

For five seconds you are open-mouthed, fighting for air and then he lets up and you suck in a huge breath.

“Don’t stop fucking,” he reminds you. You’ve slowed down but you pick up the pace, sliding back and forth more than up and down. “Tongue back out.”

You comply and his grip tightens until you can’t breathe again and this time it’s longer. His thumb works faster over your bud, his hips rise up, keeping his cock moving inside you.

This time it’s ten seconds, and by the time he lets go your whole body is hot, sweat breaking out from head to toe.

You expected more pleasure, it’s not exactly bad but also not the pay off you anticipated.

After a few deep breaths, you stick out your tongue and ride him as his fist closes around your throat, tighter than the two previous times. His thumb presses firm, you feel your orgasm building as he squeezes the last breath out of you. You start to squirm, pulling at the restraints out of instinct. A desperate gagging sound leaves your throat and you’re getting closer and closer and then it happens at the same time. Your vision starts to go spotty and you cum at the same time. He eases up, but barely, still controlling the air supply as you jerk on his cock.

You’re floating and then there’s a rush of pure euphoria. It’s a tingling, weightless feeling that seamlessly melts into the pleasure of your orgasm and the whole world fades away. There’s nothing else, only the feeling of your body rolling up and down and an incredible pleasure between your legs.

Unsure how long you’ve hung in this transcendental state, you blink, vision clearing only to find Sam staring at you, both his hands cupped around your cheeks, holding your head up.

“Wow,” you whisper smiling like a fool, looking at him from under hooded eyes as an overwhelming wave of satisfaction and bliss sets in. “Thank you.”

“It looked incredible.” His eyes are lit up and moving quickly, searching your face.

“Untie me please,” you request softly, not entirely of sound mind yet.

He blinks, hesitates for a moment, then one hand leaves your face to reach behind you to free your wrists. Without thinking you wrap yourself around him, both hands sliding behind his neck as you rest your head on his shoulder.

His palms slide up your back, holding you as you come back down to earth, thumbs stroking back and forth until your breathing is back to normal. Once you’ve semi-recovered you sit up, inches away from his face as you look at each other. He’s even more handsome up close, the little wrinkles around his eyes and the pink of his lips are beautiful.

Wordlessly you lift yourself up, letting his cock slide almost of your pussy before sinking back down, finding a pace that makes your thighs burn as you ride him, desperate to give him the same release he’s just gifted you.

“Fuck,” he groans, head tipped back, the muscles of his neck straining. The two big hands on your hips pull you down onto him, holding you in place as he cums, spurting warm inside you until he’s finished.

After a few minutes, he lifts you up and off his semi-hard cock, rubbing his knuckles directly over your cheek, a tender caress that makes your eyes close in response.

“Now, get on your knees and suck my cock until it’s clean.”

-

“Sam,” you start, watching the subtitles on the muted TV as a newscaster talks about the upcoming election. “Why am I here?”

“What do you mean?” he responds, only half paying attention.

“I’m in your house, in your bed. You said you want to me stay all weekend. Don’t get me wrong, I want to be here, but I didn’t think you would want someone in your personal space.”

“I don’t mind having you in my personal space as long as it’s at my request.” He explains evenly, glancing up. “I’ve been busy this last week. My schedule is only going to get tighter. Weekends might be the only time we get to see each for a while. I won’t have time for the same interactions while I’m at work.”

“That makes sense.”

“Are you alright with that? Do you have a cat that needs to be fed?”

“No, no animals, no social life to speak of. We’re perfect for each other.” You smile and he grins looking back to the screen.

“What will happen to Max?” you ask, laying on your back staring at the ceiling of his bedroom.

“Do you care?”

“No. I’m sure he deserves whatever he gets,” you nod, the feeling of the last few days washing over you again.

“What happened to make him so upset?” Sam’s inquiry seems genuine.

“I turned him down. Some men are like that, for whatever reason they can’t handle being told no. Honestly, I had no idea he was that upset with me. I can only imagine what they all think of me. It’s so embarrassing.”

“You’re not the one that has anything to be embarrassed about.” His eyes go back the report in front of him, sliding the screen up but still talking. “Even if everything he said was true, it shouldn’t matter.”

He goes back to his work, reviewing some document that can’t wait until Monday and you lie there, pretending to watch a rerun of Frasier that comes on after the news broadcast.

“Sam, can I ask you something?”

“It seems like you’re going to regardless of my answer.” He glances at you.

“Are you happy?”

He stops, looking up and forward before turning to staring at you as if you’ve just asked him to hop on one foot.

“Is anyone?”

“I am.” You roll onto your side. “I mean, I’m not over the moon every day, but I’m content and I have moments of real, true happiness.”

“Why are you asking me this?”

“I was just thinking about you. I’m sorry if I shouldn’t have asked-”

“It’s fine.” He sets down the tablet on the nightstand and rolls onto his side, propping his elbow on the pillow. “No, I’m not happy in a traditional sense. I’m satisfied. I’m focused, I accomplish things no one else would ever be able to. There are a lot of things you have to give up to have the career I’ve had. I built something. I gave up happiness for success, it was a conscious choice.”

“Don’t you want more than your job?”

“No.” He shakes his head without hesitation. “When you add too much into the mix, things get messy.”

“Is that why you have me? I mean, you’re a pretty big deal. I can’t imagine you’re desperate for dates.”

“I don’t date, I have no desire for that. Having people in your life makes you unfocused, they’re distractions.”

“I’m not a distraction?” you inquire. A psychologist would have a field day with him.

“You are exactly what I need you to be. I’m not a robot. I have the same base urges as every other red-blooded American male, but instead of marrying the first pretty girl with long legs that liked my money, I decided to leave sex in its own category. My life is compartmentalized, things run smoother that way.”

“Do you have friends?”

“Not anymore.” His voices wavers, just a little but you catch it, trying your best to not let on. “For me friends are either a liability or a disappointment. I’ve never met anyone who didn’t fall into one of the two categories.”

“Geez, which one am I?”

“You’re not my friend,” he states, eyes narrowing. “You are a category all your own.”

“I’m not sure if that’s a good thing.”

-

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                                                                            NOVEMBER   2020

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 Let all the good, kind and warm thoughts of the universe descend on our Jax and keep him safe. May the love see him to a speedy recovery.

*****

Check out Trumpty Dumpty wanted a crown as read by Meryl Streep, Glenn Close and Joseph Gordon Levitt.

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The Good Lord Bird is getting good reviews. It is very intense.

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Lori Loughlin began her prison sentence.

***** Filthy Rich was canceled and it had just gotten started. It is a shame because I was digging it, good performances by all!!

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Scarlett Johansson and Colin Jost are married.

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Yamiche Alcindor has gotten the International Women’s media foundation Gwen Ifill award. YES!

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Tim Curry, Barry Bostwick and Nell Campbell appeared on Halloween with Wisconsin Democrats for the Rocky Horror show livestream. Donations will help Biden/ Harris.** Tenacious D reminded us to vote with a time warp tribute that had many great cameos!!

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Keith Richards has given us, ‘Hate it when you leave.’

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Days alert: The show is building up to a who killed Jan Spears mystery.** I am ready for Phillip to leave town. ** We needed a good prison break story just in time for Halloween!!** There is talk of bringing EJ back but James Scott has retired from show biz . People are making suggestions for another actor? Who should it be? Trevor St. John?** So Hope is just gone? No big send off?? Huh?

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I’m open to the possibility that there are Culkin siblings we don’t even know about yet. –Conan O’Brien

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Ron Howard’s Hillbilly Elegy looks great.  The award talk has begun.

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Sandra Oh and Awkwafina are set to star in a Netflix film about sisters.

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Elliott Broidy, a top fundraiser for Trump was indicted for foreign lobbying and he pled guilty.

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Actors in Mclean, Va. are performing a drive thru drama for spectators. They will lead you thru a mystery and then ask you to solve it at the end. Fun!

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The competing town halls were quite a spectacle. FU NBC. 2 candidates not debating  just pushes us deeper into our own bubbles.** JJ Abrams, Ava DuVerney, Mariska Hargitay and about 100 others sent a petition to NBC. # NBC Blackout ** At least Ms. Guthrie did ask the tough questions.

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Clue dolls have arrived!!

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Del Monte has brought us the pink glow pineapple for $49

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NFL player Dana Stubblefield got 15 years for rape.

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Imagine if Trump cared about coronavirus as much as he cares about Joe Biden’s son. – Ezra Klein

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Word is that tenants are leaving condos at a loss to themselves just to get out of Trump tower.

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The Dodgers won the World Series.

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Jeffrey Toobin is being investigated after he allegedly exposed himself and masturbated on a zoom call with the New Yorker staff. He has also been taken off CNN.** Bill Maher has coined the expression ‘toobin’ as the word we will use when Zoom meetings that were so boring, “I was toobin.”

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Jeff Bridges has announced that he has lymphoma.

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Mexican farmers armed themselves with sticks, rocks and shields and ambushed soldiers to take over a dam. The Mexican government has been giving the little water they had to Texas per a prior deal. 1 protester was shot and killed by a guard. One farmer , Victor Veldervain said, “ This is war.”

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I may not be able to change my Father’s mind but together, we can vote this toxic administration out of office. –Caroline Giulliani

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Be not afraid of the accusations that you’re a voter suppressor. –J. Christian Adams

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A “liberal oasis” is how Pine Lake, Ga. is known. They aren’t as fair minded as they sound for the city is 100% funded by traffic tickets that are mostly given to people of color.

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Court packing ? Really? Mitch McConnell refused to seat 100+ Federal judges for Obama. Not to mention Merrick Garland.

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Justices Alito and Thomas are letting it be known that they want to overturn Obergefell and stop marriage equality.** Barrett was confirmed to the supreme court with Susan Collins voting ‘no.’** Lindsey Graham advanced 5 lower court nominees out of judiciary committee which breaks rules. One of those, Kathryn Mizelle has been rated not qualified!

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Much of our Covid money has went to fracking.

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It looks like the Philip Guston art exhibit which was set to appear in 4 museums will be postponed.

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The Pope has installed the first African American cardinal, Wilton Gregory.

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An Illinois cop killed Marcellis Stinnette and wounded Tafarra Williams after a chase. The cop with no name was fired.

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Ken Kurson, good friend of Kushner’s was arrested on a cyberstalking charge.

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Jonathon Alter has given us the book, Jimmy Carter, A Life. It shows us just how good we had it if we would have paid attention. The man passed 14 environmental bills.

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Sean Hannity has set up a camera outside of Joe Biden’s house to what.. stalk him I guess??

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The Executive order on creating schedule F: Is this true?( It is always amazing that these old white men act so stupid on the front lines while behind the scenes they are always thinking. )Trump signed an executive order to fuck with the Pendleton civil service reform act. By changing the word ‘competitive’ to ‘excepted’, it gets rid of an employee’s ability to appeal dismissal and changes it to the pleasure of the President. Essentially, if he finds a civil servant disloyal, they could be dismissed and replaced by whomever. This act removes the career merit program. The deadline for review of these people is January 19. If he chose to he could fire many that are working today and replace them with his own people even if he loses. The order applies to about 9 million confidential, policy determining, policy making and policy advocating servants. Biden can come in and try to change things but it won’t help that many Federal courts have new appointees from the current administration.  

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I like Presidents who don’t get Covid-19. –Sean Penn** The WH seems to have been infested with virus. Did Hope Hicks start all of this? The rumors keep flying about an affair. It has been confirmed that those rallies are a public health hazard.  The whole Amy Coney Barrett crap started with a super spreader. What an Omen!** When Fauci saw that he said, :Nothing good can come out of this.” The WH has blocked the CDC from requiring masks on public transport.

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New information is coming out about the Mueller investigation. The WH sort of threatened the team about their investigation. If the people being investigated can kill an investigation, we don’t have a democracy. If the WH is suing about everything that is being looked into, how can anyone really look into it? Most people would not cooperate for they know if anything is found, they would be pardoned so why put it out there.

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Fox news works so hard at skewing. Headline: Hunter Biden investigation connected to probe. That means nothing. Headline: After debate cancellation, they will finally debate again. No mention of why debate cancelled. ** Trump stranded rally goers in the cold in Omaha.

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Tim Hutton and a friend have been accused of the rape of Sera Johnston in 1983.** 7 more sexual account charges have been added to the Ron Jeremy case.

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Why God repeatedly lies to Pat Robertson, I will never understand. –Eugene Mirman

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Love Springsteen’s line about “more respect for the integrity of our ship” than personal issues. He was talking about the E Street Band but it works for so many things.** Check out his new album. Letter to you.

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The Proud Boys had merch up right up after the debate. The group (the name a reference in the Aladdin play is ready to stand back and stand by.** The Governor of Puerto Rico has endorsed Trump.** The Biden team put out a flyswatter after the next debate just as quickly!! ** Did Pence really act like a man in charge of the pandemic response??

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Facebook has banned QAnon.

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Father of the Bride part 3ish was very cute. I have been saying for years that the next installment should be sort of a Father of the Groom and it finally happened. The cast gave advice for the pandemic, moved the story along and introduced DeNiro to the family. Hooray Kieran!!

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Gretchen Witmer was nearly kidnapped when some yahoos wanted to take over the government.  This civil war idea gets more real every day.** A man in Maryland was arrested for threatening to kidnap and kill Biden and Harris.** We must never forget that a militia is subject to the rules and laws of our Government. Without those rules, they are an illegal paramilitary organization.

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A judge has ruled that the Trump rape case may proceed after the DOJ was caught lying.

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Trump walked out of a 60 minutes interview. Kayleigh McEnany gave Leslie Stahl a large book that was supposed to show the work the administration had done on health care. The book had words but not about health care.** Seth Meyers had a hilarious take on the way Trump is bitching about the interview: The TV lady was very mean to me. That could be said about a few interviews lately. He can dish it out but…

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Make the lie big, make it simple, keep saying it and eventually they will believe it. –Adolf Hitler

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Keith Raniere has been sentenced to 120 years in prison.

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Fuck the bloated Nazi. –John Cusack

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The FBI announced Iran and Russia are meddling in our election. I think we know that. Now back to the secret Chinese bank account that Trump has.

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Sasha Baron Cohen is back with Borat and a nice op ed in Time magazine.

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Benedict Cumberbatch will be in Spiderman 3 as Dr. Strangelove.

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Lindsey Graham was on Fox begging for $ after Harrison, he opponent brought in big $.

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Trump supporters support him because of the way they see the world and their place in it. – Hillary Clinton

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Scary Clown 45 told his Senate to stop talking to the Dems about stimulus then tried to walk it back a bit. He is just doing everything he can to not get elected. What a big FU to the country.** Major news outlets the New York Times, Wall Street Journal and the Washington Post are keeping their reporters safe and not sending them on the Trump trail.

*****

Glow was suddenly cancelled. What??

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Cecily Strong has a new show with Keegan Michael Key, Alan Cumming, Kristen Chenowith and Fred Armisen on Apple tv.

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The first town hall with Biden was good. How reassuring to hear a level headed leader. Why does the audience always think they have to ask a 5 min question? Let’s move it along so we can get somewhere. And, really.. who in this country has not made up their mind who to vote for? I guess that is why candidates have to campaign for 2 years. Biden seemed like the camera man got a little under his skin but it had to be filmed.  He said that we should make Roe a law. ** NBC decided to give Trump airtime on the same night as Biden’s town hall. The conspiracy President cancelled the debate so at least we will hear what Biden is saying. At this point, they should both be put behind glass to keep them and the rest of us safe.** Stay calm after the election and remember that the election is not even certified until December.

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The last debate showed a very restrained Trump. He actually said, “I appreciate that” when he was allowed to talk another minute. He actually did shut up and listen. It’s pretty sad when we praise him for behaving normally. Biden sounded quite regal and made sense but more detail would have been nice. I am not sure why Scary Clown got on Biden for selling pillows and sheets.

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The anonymous man that everyone was trying to figure out in 2018 has been revealed. Miles Taylor wrote a NY Times op ed and book, A Warning that gave insight to the Trump administration. Taylor, who was critical of Trump was the chief of staff to Dept. of Homeland Security secretary Kirstjen Nielson. He played a part in separating the immigrant children from their parents.

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Pence’s fly is on a ventilator. –Bill Maher

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Farmer welfare will reach a record $46 billion this year.

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Trump was upset that Biden was asked the question, “What flavor of ice cream did you get?” after leaving a shop. It really seemed to stick in his craw.

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Quibi is shutting down after 6 months.

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Niecy Nash is getting a talk show.

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Gwen Stefani and Blake Shelton are engaged.

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Tatum O’Neal allegedly tried to commit suicide.

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The Animaniacs are coming back. ** Dexter will be back with 10 new episodes.

*****

Larry David married Ashley Underwood.

*****

Samuel L. Jackson’s series Enslaved is riveting.  The informative show teaches us about the African slave trade and the ships that sunk trying to take them to slavery.

*****

Engaging with assholes on the internet is like trying to down a vampire with your own blood. –Andy Richter

*****

Ya gotta check out the Ramona Fradon cartoon with Trump and Wonder Woman.

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Critics are raving about Michelle Pfeiffer in French Exit.

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Suburban women, will you please like me? – Donald Trump** How could Iowa possibly still be half for Trump? WTF?

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R.I.P. Jack Legend,  Bob Gibson, Lillian Brown, Irma Dryden, Johnny Nash, Tommy Rall, Desiree S. Anzalone, covid -19 victims, Margaret Nolan, Tom Kennedy, Jeff Tolbert, Saint Dog, Roberta McCain, Rhonda Fleming, Erin Wall, Joe Morgan, Bert Quint, the Amazing Randi, Spencer Davis, James Redford, Viola Smith, Murray Schisgal , DeOndra Dxon, Maurice Segal, Ming Cho Lee ,Eddie Van Halen, the victims of Nice, victims of the typhoon Molave, victims of the Senegal shipwreck, Lou Pallo, Sean Connery, Billy Joe Shaver and Conchata Ferrell.

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I didn’t know you are ace. Idk why but I always thought of you as a highly sexual being (?? dafuc). What makes you think of yourself that way? I’m asking because I’m thinking I am too but when I say that to people they say it can’t be and that it’s non-sense... sorry if I’m being rude or offensive, you can call me out if I am.

No, no, not at all! I am both ace AND highly sexual, which is a very weird thing to be. I’m not entirely sure if there’s anyone else out there this way, to be honest, as I’ve not yet run into any thus far, but I find it hard to believe they’re not out there. I’m also not entirely sure I’m not labeling myself poorly, so if anyone knows of a better term for me, please go ahead and share.

Also, forgive me if any of this gets to be TMI, but I’m a pretty open person and I firmly believe in speaking openly about these topics for the betterment of our selves and society as a whole, so if any of this gets uncomfortable, please feel free to nope out at any time ;) I won’t be offended! The rest is behind a cut to save people’s dashboards XD

My whole life, I have always been very drawn to BDSM and fetishes. I love bondage, love sadomasochistic things, love all the weird and wily things that people get off to. My interest is largely academic, but it is also sexual in nature. When I see a great bondage set-up or read a BDSM story with just the right scenario, it turns me on. I get wet. I masturbate. It’s exquisite. So far so good, right? Sounds like normal sexual behavior, albeit in a kinky environment.

However... I don’t feel sexual desire for people. At all. Never have. When I was young, I used to assume that others felt the same way as I did - and that people kissed and fondled each other as “practice” for making a baby or because it was what they were expected to do. I found such activities fingernails-on-chalk-boards BORING and used to dread that part of a night out with a guy.

I tried girls, too. There was an added zing of the “forbidden fruit” with girls, but it was ultimately no better. I identified as bisexual for most of my twenties, though, because I mean, I did feel equally attracted to both genders. That is to say, I just wasn’t really interested in bumping uglies with either of them.

As I got older and wiser, and as I explored my own growing sexual responses to kinky things... I started realizing that the way I feel about a really great bondage scenario is how most folks feel about other people. And I started realizing that the problem, for lack of a better term, was with me. And fortunately, society started expanding the way it sees sexuality and all these alternative sexualities started getting talked about and despite having the same initial reaction of “I can’t be asexual. I’m a highly sexual person.” I looked into asexuality and found that, when it comes to my attraction to other human beings in general, I am absolutely 100% asexual. I just don’t feel it.

What makes things even more complicated is that I'm not aromantic. My whole life, I have had so many crushes and fallen in love so many times, it’s unreal. I do consider myself heteroromantic, as despite my physical adventuring with women, I’ve never actually felt a romantic interest towards one. However, being asexual and romantic is a nightmare, as it leaves me either stuck with an unsatisfied partner... or only dating fellow asexual romantics, which (as one might guess) makes for a very small dating pool. Add into that the fact that I consider myself a highly sexual fetishist at the same time - Well, maybe the perfect asexual romantic fetishist guy is out there for me...?

In other words, I’m a practicing celibate :P

So! All of that said, where does whump fit into all of this? Well, whump turns me on. BDSM porn has too many naked bodies and literal sex going on in it, but I love pain and bondage. Whump in mainstream media gives me bondage and sadomasochistic scenes, generally without sex being involved. So I get all the enjoyment out of the pain and bondage... without any of the (to me) boring sex stuff. Win-Win!

And what about Colin? Well, life is boring without someone to love and cherish and appreciate. I also believe that, spiritually speaking, we are put on this earth to share love with each other. I have a lot of love inside me that I share with all of the people around me, but I also have a lot of excess romantic love, if you will, that isn’t getting shared. So I share that love with Colin :) I get to have the fun of a crush, of obsessing over someone, of fantasizing about romance and bondage and my kind of naughty things... but I also get the satisfaction of knowing that I am using that pent up love and emotion to add to the love in the world by sharing it with someone special to me, and someone who actively shares his own love with the world in meaningful ways. That’s why it’s so important to me and I speak so often about what a good man he is. I sincerely feel like he pays forward the love he receives from his fans in the charitable things he takes part in, the kindness he shows everyone he meets, and just the joy he gives to those around him and to all of us with his bright smiles and silly tweets and wonderful performances. This is also why, at times, I have referred to my love of Colin as almost a spiritual thing. For me, love in itself is extremely spiritual, and the sharing of it (even with a celebrity) is as well.

So that’s crazy old me! Hope that answered your question... and I wish you luck on figuring out your own identity :) It’s a tough road, but it’s well worth the satisfaction of knowing how your mind and body tick, so to speak. I think that only then can we make educated decisions about what we want and don’t want in our lives... and start making it happen (or not happen, lol)

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March 15, 2017

(Warning for anyone who reads this, really probably only Clare, and Anna, but this one might get wierd. I mean if you guys read this I am still not sure if people look at this blog or not. Remember this is my unfiltered emotions about the day, and is a diary where I record my thoughts… so really dont read this one okay guys really i swear dont read it dont fucking read it). Woke up it was my birthday today. Me and Anna were talking last night until pretty late, but I had a fucking lab to do, actually two, but yeah those labs sucked. Went to bed at three, and finished them in the morning. My parents made me waffles this morning, which isn’t not normal I mean we make waffles all the time, but I appreciated the gesture. They also bought me more fucking cologne, the expensive shit, which I am very happy about because it wasn’t to much. I totally forgot how fast it shoots out when you first get a new bottle think I accidently put way to much on but whatever. I missed first period on purpose, because i couldnt do three tests in one day. In chem the tests went better than I thought, but two problems I just couldn’t get. I have the second part of the test tomorrow. After that I saw Anna, which is always nice, and we sat in the art room with maggie, and theo. Maggie was continuing her painting of plums, and like I was watching amy curry paint something a few days ago, and like goddamn is it relaxing watching people that know how to paint, paint. I have no idea what to do though, because Jason came up, and like the whole situation with him as just gotten way overblown, which is understandable, because there is so much emotion intertwined into the predicament. I just feel so guilty about the whole thing, because I don’t know if Anna was okay with cutting him off, and I know she did it by her own accord, but I basically accidently told her to when she found that private blog. I mean I didn’t want it to happen like that, but I really don’t know what I wanted to happen. I want them to be friends because I know she enjoyed that friendship, and her being happy is important to me. Would I have been fine if she had cut him off for like other reasons yeah, but now that I am the reason I just feel bad. Saw Colin today we had wierd interaction in the hallway. He was probably just having a bad day. Still was wierd though. I just sat with hannah at lunch and scrambled to do math homework because kristiana was on the photo trip so. But she didnt even check the homework. Ooooh and mr. Boogaard fucking cornered me and forced me to say I could take the test. Math was fine, just checked the homework. Gym was good I studied for my math test, but me and clare couldnt walk outside because of the fucking snow so that sucked. In english we are watching a beautiful movie, and like every few seconds I just want to gasp because it is either beautiful or just extremely genius. Then study hall came around, and I took my math test, and it went well I think, i was rushing though because I thought I had to take a history test that I hadn’t studied for in like a few minutes. But when I walked out of the library I was just like no not going to happen today it’s my birthday not gonna be taking a fucking history test sorry mr. Boogaard. Lowkey scared how he is gonna react to that tomorrow though like really. I sent him an email at like 3 in the morning so hopefully he gets it. I walked home with Anna. It was nice, but then we seperated ways. Me and sean were talking about sex, and shit today. (Alright stop reading now after this ppint is where it will get wierd so stop reading everybody if there is anybody reading dont read it i swear Anna Clare if you went against my wishes and got to this point okay, but do not continue) He was fucking exasperated with me. Because he was talking about how he just wanted to hook up with anybody, just like a one night stand type of deal, and he was like asking me about Anna and shit. And i was like even if Anna asked me right now to have sex I would say no, and he totally didnt understand. I dont know maybe I’m weird, but like how are you supposed to just have sex with someone you know. There has to be like a stromg intimate connection there, and I mean that takes time I feel like. But he thought I was fucking stupid so idk, it does sound awfully feminine, but I mean what’s wrong with that. So yeah I still dont kmow if he is gonna asl out ashley or not hopefully not because she will reject him, but also I kind of hope he does because I want to see what she will say or how she’ll reject him. Anna thinks I should tell him not to do it but idk. I picked up icecream from my house, and I also brought a bowl because I didnt know if Anna would be one of those people to not like eating out of the same container, and I mean i am usually one of those people so I would understand, but I mean if I am going to be kissing her like sharing icecream is like nothing so. Brought it just in case though. We are getting through gilnore girls pretty fast although I have no fucking idea about what happened in the last few episodes we watched. I mean I have already seen it twice ao it doesn’t really matter. Ah but kissing her is so good, and just feeling her body, and being close to her, and she is so beautiful, and amazing I dont know what to do with myself. We’ve been going to like a house that she has been house sitting at though, which has been great because we can be fucking alone, but apparently she is losing the house soon so what the fuck are we going to do then. I mean it’s not like we can make out like that in my house, and while her house is larger I am deathly afraid of her parents walking in on us. I mean that would be so fucking bad I think they would literally murder me. So i dont know what we are going to do because we cant just stop or I cant at least she’s addicting. So idk and it’s way to cold outsidr, but hopefully it will get warmer. Ah there are so many things I would like to do with her, snd I cant wait. Going to the beach with her especially. It will be beautiful i mean the beach is beautiful enough, but with her there like it’s going to be fucking insane. Idk and the beach is my child hood I mean we’d like go every weekend no matter what season or month. I mean my family all grew up there, and I sort of grew up there even if I didnt live there. So hopefully I’ll get to take her there too. Hooefully that’s the beach we go to. I mean it’s the best beach, but she probably has another in mind. But yeah being with her was amazing, and is amazing. But also it’s like I’ve totally stopped caring about anything, but her, and that isnt good because I have so much fucking work, and every so often i think about it and I get so anxious for like a few seconds and I need to do it, but I cant think. Alright well I got home, and had chicken soup with cheese, because it tastes better with cheese, and some fried rice. (Another wierd thing coming uo dont read please)(really dont)(please) I havent masturbated in a while, which is wierd, but literally all the porn I used to look at just doesnt turn me on, and I dont know what’s up, but it’s cool, and yeah that’s all basically that was my birthday. It was pretty great in my book. Sent mr. Boogaard an email so hopefully he gets it before I have to see him. Agh I love Anna so much it kills me. Alright going to sleep for another hour I think

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Black Mirror’s Cling the DJ, Yorgos Lanthimos’ The Lobster and why rise up is on the coronary heart of discovering true love- Leisure Information, Firstpost

http://tinyurl.com/y3549vg5 Delicate spoilers forward. Award-winning sci-fi anthology sequence Black Mirror has a very unusual impact on viewers – one which not many motion pictures or TV exhibits can boast of. Followers stay up for being shocked by dysfunctional human-technology relationships and dystopian worlds depicted on display screen. It has change into a world, collective celebration of human doom and despair. me on the brink of have a black mirror induced anxiousness assault pic.twitter.com/oMXOILD3z6 — ★who’s she★ (@mirahope_) June 6, 2019 That is maybe why many followers are disenchanted by the most recent season, describing it as “less dystopian, more derivative” than earlier ones. However earlier than Season 5 got here a few episodes which additionally deviated from the tone individuals have come to affiliate with the present, which had been met with constructive evaluations and demanding acclaim: USS Callister, San Junipero and Cling the DJ. Cling the DJ is called after a line in a track titled ‘Panic’ by the English rock band The Smiths. Within the context of the episode, it performs out like a name to dismantle the system and punish the powers-that-be (“Burn down the disco/ Cling the blessed DJ”). Cling the DJ is the story of Amy and Frank, debutants in a ‘System’ they’ve signed up for, which guarantees to discover a 99.eight % match. Twitter Cling the DJ is the story of Amy (Georgina Campbell) and Frank (Joe Cole), debutantes in a ‘System’ they’ve signed up for, which guarantees to discover a 99.eight % match. It places people by means of a number of relationships with totally different individuals for various intervals of time, documenting their character traits and reactions, and finally pairing them with the particular person they’re greatest suited to. Amy and Frank fall in love and detest the truth that they needed to separate after 12 hours; it exhibits in the best way they longingly take a look at one another when relationship different individuals. By a sequence of trials and tribulations (involving the System’s guidelines), the couple realises that the method is “meant to maintain them aside”, and that the one method to be collectively is to flee the System. They finally do that, and after they attain the perimeter of the System, they discover 997 variations of themselves. All of those variations disintegrate, and the phrases ‘998 rebellions logged’ flash on the display screen. That is once you realise that the Amy and Frank you met earlier than are merely simulations, that their actual selves exist in one other world which resembles ours. They’ve been matched by the identical System because the one within the simulated world – with a 99.eight % match assured. * Save for the previous couple of minutes that are set in the true world, Cling the DJ is a critique of relationship tradition as formed by apps like Tinder. “It should have been psychological earlier than the System,” Amy notes on their first date. Frank talks about choice paralysis (the lack to decide when you will have too many decisions) and the way tough it should have been to interrupt up with individuals within the days of yore. They’ve spoken too quickly; 30 minutes into the episode, they’re going to see how tiring it may be so far many individuals in fast succession with a purpose to discover The One, particularly when you’re not over your ex but. They’re going to see how it’s doable to find flaws in a seemingly good relationship. They’ll expertise what it’s wish to be trapped in a relationship which is a complete mismatch, the place you detest the particular person from the very first date. Cling the DJ is a critique of relationship tradition as formed by apps like Tinder. Twitter They’re going to grasp how assembly new individuals can flip right into a routine; Coach, the gadget that guides them within the System, informs them about new companions with the identical frequency that an Uber driver is alerted about new rides. The dance of dinner-sex-sleep appears repetitive regardless of doing it with a brand new particular person, the houses they co-habit in are equivalent, and the intercourse is senseless (after a degree). The guiding gadget Coach spouts a line that has been littered throughout numerous rom-coms and self-help books: “All the pieces occurs for a cause.” The viewer sees that the matchmaking algorithm appears extra involved concerning the procurement of details about contributors than nurturing emotional connections. Amid all this, Amy and Frank actually start to fall in love, whether or not it’s over shared bites from meals which have been pre-decided by the System, or whereas discussing their cynicism about and disillusionment by the entire course of. Once they realise that breaking one of many System’s guidelines has jeopardised their probability at happiness (the possibility they got was restricted anyway), they determine to defy it. This defiance means an amazing deal, when you think about that Coach is consistently reminding them about toeing the road, and there are guards with taser weapons appointed to make sure nobody transgresses. Coach, the gadget that guides them within the System, informs them about new companions with the identical frequency that an Uber driver is alerted about new rides. Twitter An opportunity to be collectively represents the last word concept of hope within the simulation. That their simulated selves would defy the System 998 instances out of a thousand speaks volumes about their love for one another. It’s, in any case, what the System considers a measure of compatibility; the variety of rebellions within the simulation = the compatibility of the couple in the true world. (This text is not going to touch upon the tip of the episode and the codification of rise up by a relationship app – for it deserves a whole essay) * Cling the DJ shares hanging similarities with Yorgos Lanthimos’ The Lobster (streaming on Hotstar), an absurdist dystopian black comedy that offers with most of the identical themes – the ardous strategy of discovering a associate, the presence of an imperfect system whose sole objective is to match individuals, and the thought of rise up as a method to pursue the type of relationship you actually need. Colin Farrell’s character David, who has not too long ago been left by his spouse, is escorted to a lodge meant for individuals who are single, divorced or widowed, to discover a associate. The principles of the lodge are easy and strictly enacted: No smoking, no masturbation, and when you don’t discover a associate inside 45 days, you may be was an animal of your selection, so you will have a second probability at discovering a mate. The one individuals within the lodge usually go on hunts to search out ‘Loners’ – individuals who have chosen to defy the foundations and keep single. Twitter There are periods the place the lodge employees extol the virtues of being married, whether or not it’s stopping girls from getting harassed by different males, or having somebody to avoid wasting you, must you choke whereas consuming. They even have treatments for combating {couples}, to forestall them from uncoupling. “For those who encounter any issues you can’t resolve yourselves, you may be assigned youngsters, that normally helps,” declares Olivia Colman, who performs the lodge supervisor. This, together with the sheer strain to search out somebody, forces many to go to nice lengths to faux that they’re suitable with one other lodge resident, corresponding to pretending to have frequent nostril bleeds. The one individuals within the lodge usually go on hunts to search out ‘Loners’ – individuals who have chosen to defy the foundations and keep single. This buys the lodge residents extra days to discover a associate – and there couldn’t have been a extra veiled depiction of the methods wherein society persecutes those that select to not marry. In The Lobster’s universe, there isn’t a area or tolerance for the in-between-ers. The one succour then is rebellious love. Twitter Following a traumatic expertise, Firth’s David decides to flee from the lodge, and he’s discovered by a bunch of Loners. You’d assume that outcasts would enable individuals to stay life on their very own phrases however no, the Loners too have guidelines that are as inflexible because the lodge’s: No relationships, no intercourse – no flirting, even. Time is put aside in order that the Loners can dance, however they solely dance to digital music as a result of it doesn’t require a associate. They flip being single right into a full-time job, even digging their very own graves as a result of another person from the group wouldn’t do them this small mercy. And the punishments are all extreme and bodily, from blinding, to severe harm, to amputation. In The Lobster’s universe, there isn’t a area or tolerance for the in-between-ers. The one succour then is rebellious love, which David finds in Rachel Weisz’s character, who can also be a Loner. They develop a whole system of communication in order that they’ll discuss to one another with out being caught. In probably the most poignant scenes within the movie, Firth and Weisz could be seen sluggish dancing collectively whereas listening to the identical track utilizing earphones, removed from the group. They’re ultimately caught, and Weisz is blinded to punish the couple and deter them from being in a relationship. However what occurs subsequent has satisfied me that similar to Amy and Frank, Firth and Weisz’s characters would even have a 99.eight % compatibility within the System – if not increased. David helps her modify to a life with out imaginative and prescient, trains her to raised determine issues by touching them and ultimately ensures they escape from the Loners. * In Cling the DJ’s System and The Lobster’s lodge, selection is illusory, and people don’t have actual company. They delude themselves into pondering that the particular person allotted to them or who they assume they’re suitable with is The One, in order to attain a aim that society has thrust upon them. In such universes, real companionship is discovered past the realm of guidelines and institutions, the place rebelling is bravery, and love is price combating for. 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Racial Profiles: Alt Skull Interview

In this edition of the Racial Profiles interview series, we had a chance to catch up with the infinitely re-spawning bane of the Twitter censors’ existence, Alt-Skull. You can follow him @whitepupper.

In ten words or less, describe your political persuasion.

I’m a White Nationalist.

How did you become “red-pilled”?

I have always held overtly right-wing beliefs, but there were many gaps in my knowledge which prevented me from recognizing some vital truths that I only discovered later in my political evolution. The first vote I ever cast was for Ross Perot. I was basically the only right winger at the liberal arts college I attended, but this was back in a time when Liberals and Conservatives could still be friends with one another. I was just viewed as having weird beliefs. I don’t imagine this sort of relationship is possible any longer in the current political climate. I’d always been racially aware, and understood there were real differences in our various peoples, but it was actually Gavin McInnes whom I have to thank for finally unlocking the secrets that the Jewish media machine is so successful in hiding from view. Though now I view him as a traitorous enemy to our people, there was a time when he was actually one of us.

My brother started sending me clips of Gavin talking openly about race in the most outrageous manner. Calling blacks nig-nogs and gays faggots, basically talking the way white men talk amongst one another privately and think inwardly, but we have been too cowed by the machine to suppress our natural instincts to call things what they really are. Around this time, Gavin started his show, The Gavin McInnes Show, on Anthony Cumia’s network. It was from this show that I was introduced to Alt-Right gateway figures such as Jared Taylor, John Derbyshire, Colin Flaherty, and also Sam Hyde and Richard Spencer. It was through the interviews on Gavin’s show that I was introduced to the concept of Race Realism and its fundamental premise of racial differences in IQ, time preference, and inclination toward criminality and violence. There was a moment I can distinctly remember, in an interview with Jared Taylor, that everything just clicked, and I realized the monumental amount of lies I’d been taught my entire life about “equality” and “fairness.”

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Later, after the creation of the Proud Boys and the establishment of its main Facebook page, erstwhile Alt Right figurehead and friend, Eli Mosley, answered my questions regarding the JQ. Up to that point, I’d always bought into all of the tropes we’re lied to about regarding our “greatest ally, the only democracy in the Middle East.” Led by the lies of Neo-Conservative Jews at the National Review among other such publications, I’d enthusiastically supported all of the disastrous wars in that region and thought Jews genuinely had our best interests in mind (little did I know how very much I had to learn). I enthusiastically accepted all of the other premises of the Alt-Right. I just couldn’t understand why all of these guys on the Alt-Right (who were all Proud Boys, keep this in mind) seemed to hate Jews so very much. I asked the question publicly, genuinely curious, and Eli took a lot of time out to kindly and patiently explain the JQ to me. In addition, he pointed me to Dr. Kevin MacDonald’s Culture of Critique. I was told just to read the introduction to start. Well, by the time I got through the story of Charles Lindbergh and how these Jews utterly destroyed his life for daring to oppose our entry into WWII, the final piece of the puzzle snapped into place. I was officially Alt-Right. Everything I’ve learned since then, and it has been a LOT, has only further affirmed and strengthened my belief that the Alt-Right is the ONLY political movement based upon the truth. And the good news is, we’re not going away. Indeed, we grow stronger every single day.

What figure has been the greatest influence on the development of your political beliefs?

It’s not a popular opinion in “polite society,” but I must say I’ve been most influenced by Adolf Hitler. If you’re not yet a member of the Alt-Right, you’ll probably be shocked and perhaps even horrified by that revelation, but you must understand that our educational system, our media apparatus, most major global corporations and the vast majority of our government has been overtaken by hyper-rich Jewish people with an unfathomable grudge against Hitler and his National Socialists; and they possess money and means to fabricate an alternate reality. The truth is that Hitler literally saved Western Europe from immediately falling to Soviet enslavement by Stalin’s army, which was the strongest in the entire world at that time and was amassed in offensive preparation along the European border. Stalin’s plan was to launch a massive offensive into Europe and Hitler’s preemptive attack was the only thing that could have stopped it. He forced Stalin to change his entire military and production infrastructure from offensive to defensive, giving Europe a chance to remain free. Unfortunately, instead of siding with him as they should have, most of Western Europe chose to side with true evil. Hitler’s love for his people, his pro-German volk policies, and his radical economic ideas changed Germany from one of the most destitute countries in the entire world to a world superpower in just ten years. Really think about how amazing that is. He used to tour the country unprotected in an open-topped Mercedes Benz and was loved by quite literally every German. Once you begin to learn the truth that has been hidden from you, you understand that everything you were ever taught about the history of your people was a bald-faced lie. It can make a man pretty angry to find this out. If anyone is interested in learning more about what truly happened in WWII I would highly recommend the book Germany’s War, by John Wear (Twitter acct @WearsWar) along with the works of David Irving.

Who or what are some others influences on you personally and/or politically?

I’m a Catholic who is very disappointed at the direction the Church has taken since Vatican II, and particularly since this installation of the current usurper Pope. I’m a HUGE fan of Eric Striker, Mike Enoch, Jazzhands McFeels, Marcus Halberstram, Sven, Alex and Jayoh, Ethnarch, and my buddies Spectre and Lauritz von Guildhausen. The entire lineup at therightstuff.biz is filled from top to bottom with tremendous people. And a message to any of you who listen to the podcasts but still don’t paycuck: You are missing premium content and I feel sorry for you.

Although I’ve always been political, I never really wanted to spend all my time doing this. I’m a fiction writer and to be honest I’ll be happy when we win this thing so I can spend more of my time on that. My literary heroes are Shakespeare, Melville, Faulkner, and McCarthy.

You are one of the original members of the Proud Boys. What premises were the Proud Boys originally founded on?

Although the Proud Boys did not call themselves specifically Alt Right, all of the original tenets of the group’s political identity were Alt Right, except perhaps regarding the JQ. When the group started, Race Realism was openly discussed and accepted. All of the original members were acutely aware of the problem of multiculturalism. To this clean living, a rejection of degeneracy, a rule forbidding masturbation and pornography, the veneration of the housewife and the elevation of the traditional family as an ideal. All of these were foundational principles and you can see how they overlap with those of the Alt-Right.

The Facebook page, over which Gavin had final say, was created as an explicitly free speech environment. Literally anything was allowed. The original group was teaming with guys who were either overtly Alt Right or guys like me, at the time, who’d just discovered the Alt-Right and felt like they’d found the father they’d been searching for their entire lives. The problem is that, because Gavin was a C-list celebrity, his creation of the group also attracted a lot of guys who were more interested in being a part of the cult of personality than they were interested in adhering to the actual moral tenets that originally defined the group. So when Gavin finally changed the direction of the group, there was a huge faction of these NPC types that just blindly agreed with anything he said, no matter how stupid or destructive.

How has that organization changed since its inception?

Well at some point, what happened was Gavin decided to vie for a cushy, high status, high pay job working at Fox News. He knew that in order to secure this position, he would have to clean up his image. That meant getting rid of all of the “racists” and “Nazis” in the group. There were a number of incidents in which his pronouncements and purges resulted in fairly extreme pushback from our guys. As you can imagine, Alt Right guys are NOT beholden to any leader who fails to adhere to our ideological standards. Gavin is a narcissist, so I think he just figured he could tell all of us what to do and we’d roll over and show our bellies. This is definitely not what happened, and it caused him much grief and irritation that he was unable to just decree what the Proud Boys would be about from one day to the next. One of his decrees, always couched in the weasel words of having been decided upon by “The Elders,” (there were no Elders, only his ego and ambition) is that there would no longer be any talk of Race Realism in any form whatsoever. After that he came after any criticism of Jewish power; unsurprising, being that he was working for Rebel Media at that time and his boss was the scheming Jew Ezra Levant. Each of these pronouncements was met with schismatic pushback from our side. I was kicked from the group twice by Gavin personally for voicing my vocal opposition at his taking what he’d promised us was a pro-White, pro-free speech, pro-truth group in the direction of GloboHomo “Conservatism,” in which homosexuals, transsexuals and based black guys in MAGA hats were elevated as the most important members of the Proud Boys and White men were no longer allowed to advocate for their own people.

There are still a ton of great guys in the Proud Boys. I’m still friends with many, many guys and I hold absolutely nothing against them. Indeed, many of them believe the same things we do and know all about everything the Alt-Right stands for, but because of the current political climate, are afraid to come out as explicitly in White solidarity as the Alt-Right does. That’s fine. I understand that. These are tough times and these guys are on our side and I will never abandon them. That said, not all of them are this based. Gavin invited a massive influx of NPC GloboHomo automatons in with his selfish actions, and these are the cringe fringe elements of the Proud Boys with which you may be familiar. The ones more concerned about fighting imaginary “Nazis” while us Nazis are the only ones standing between them and total Third World invasion of brown hordes who will gleefully set them and their families on fire after raping their wives and children. The Proud Boys could have been a real force to stand in solidarity with the Alt-Right and fight evil together effectively. The funniest thing about it is that it did not matter in the end. All of their cucking and signaling against so-called racism and Nazism only bought them about a year. Now they are in the exact same boat as us. With the recent arrest of these Proud Boys for defending themselves against some rich Antifa trust fund kids, expect RICO charges to come down on the group, possibly Gavin himself (there is an enormous amount of footage of him calling for actual gang violence) and expect Gavin to cave and either disavow or disband the group that paid him so much of their loyalty and, if nothing else, was willing to go out into the streets and fight for us.

How has Gavin changed, or do you believe he was always hiding this aspect of himself?

This is the thing that frustrates me the most about him. He had so much potential. HE KNOWS all of the things we know. He was our guy. He was not only woke to Race Realism and the Jewish Question, but he also had the rare ability to speak off the cuff about it in a hugely entertaining matter. He is the very reason I ended up where I did. He could have done so much more. And do you want to know what the funniest thing about all of this is? That cushy Fox News spot he wanted? They gave it to some 56% mongrel Affirmative Action hire former professional wrestler. Oh, the irony.

For those living under a rock, a “migrant caravan” of thousands of mestizos is headed toward the US border from Honduras through Guatemala and Mexico. These caravans don’t just magically appear—who is behind them?

Jewish NGOs most likely working with Mexican and Central American drug cartels. There is nothing organic about these caravans nor could there possibly be. It’s not possible for thousands of people to move across a 2000 mile stretch of land without significant supply trains providing food, water, medical services, and, in this case, transportation. They’re not walking or they would not arrive for many months. Those pictures you see are staged. These people are being transported here in trucks provided by these NGOs and cartels and they’re going to arrive, how conveniently, just in time for the mid-terms. My guess is that the ultimate goal is to force President Trump’s hand to the point that he must actually militarize the border and then, when he does, push things to further necessitate the use of deadly force to stop these “poor, defenseless people” and when that happens, use it to incite domestic and international outrage as if WE are the evil ones and not this invading army. We’ll see.

Can you explain to our readers who might not be familiar with or accepting of it what exactly the “Jewish Question” is and why they must understand it?

In short: Jews never feel comfortable in cohesive, racially homogeneous nations and are genetically compelled to constantly undermine, subvert and degenerate those societies. It's an ugly cycle because the more they do it, the more they are noticed doing so, and the higher the risk becomes of the very thing they so neurotically fear actually coming to pass. Eventually, it always does. This is the reason the worst thing you can call a Jew is Jew. This is why they've been expelled from over 1000 locations through history. Once you start looking into it, it really is hard to believe. The genetic aspect is a chicken and egg question. Do they exhibit extreme in-group preference and extreme negative out-group bias because they’ve been expelled from so many locations, or have they been expelled so many times because of their genetic inclination to parasitically prey upon their host nation? My guess is it’s the latter, but the reader will have to decide for himself. Again, I highly recommend Dr. Kevin MacDonald’s excellent book Culture of Critique for those interested in the historical and genetic proclivities of the Jews.

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Are you saying being expelled from over one thousand locations throughout history makes you a poor houseguest?

Well, let me just say this: If someone had been kicked out of the last 1030 apartments he’d rented, would you rent him a room?

Explain why -to your mind- the Alt-Right is the only logical home for any self-respecting white person.

The truth is, people cleave along racial lines. You may know a really nice, smart black person, but the majority of American blacks, particularly males, possess an IQ of around 85 and demonstrate an extremely elevated tendency toward violent criminal behavior. Study after study has demonstrated that multiculturalism brings with it the erosion of social trust and happiness, an increase in crime, and decreased social cohesion. Whites simply are not welcome in non-White communities, and we are constantly attempting to flee to areas that are more White, only to have governments (often at the behest of Jewish interest groups) force more non-Whites into areas deemed “too White,” via programs like bussing, Section 8 housing, Affirmative Action, the list goes on and on. The truth is, it’s only a matter of time before we will have no place left to flee to. When Whites become a hated minority in the countries their ancestors founded, countries which rightfully belong to us, they will suffer the same fate as the unfortunate White South Africans. Theft of their land, violence, genocide, and finally extinction. The Alt Right is the ONLY political group that exists explicitly to fight for the rights of Whites to retain their birthright and end forced forfeiture of our property, land, sons, and daughters to endless waves of non-Whites who demand infinite access to our wealth. It’s no accident that ONLY White nations are told they MUST open their doors to an unending stream of these needy people who contribute nothing to our nations, drain our welfare coffers, commit crime at an astronomically higher rate than do the native citizens, and finally just have no business being here for any other reason than that Jews decided this because it serves their interests.

How do you see this ending? Are we doomed or do we eventually win? If so, what does winning look like?

So much has changed in the last decade. If ten years ago I was told that transsexuals in demon costumes would be celebrated for reading homosexual propaganda to preschoolers in government-funded institutions, I honestly would have dismissed it as insane. I never would have believed there would be a “debate” over if a grown man who calls himself a woman could use the same public bathroom as an adolescent girl. Or that there would be streams of non-Whites the size of Roman legions flowing unopposed into our formerly sovereign nations. Or that the streets of Paris would begin to resemble those of Bangladesh. That the statues of the great White men who created the greatest civilization that has ever existed in the history of mankind would be torn down under the sigil of social justice for the made-up crime of “racism.” I never expected to begin to feel like an alien outsider surrounded by hostiles in the neighborhood I grew up safe and secure in.

The good news is, I’m not the only one feeling these emotions or thinking these thoughts. The White man is waking up, and the Alt-Right is here to offer him an alternative to the degenerate path to our own extinction that was the only road we were given for so many decades. Time is speeding up. We’ve witnessed massive changes in the past few years that none of us ever believed were possible. But all of those changes, all of this accelerationism virtually assures that enough White people are going to realize with alarm exactly what is happening to us, and why. And when they do, and I don’t think it will be long, you are going to witness a revolution on a scale heretofore unimaginable, that is going to drive all of the subversive, corrosive, evil elements from our nations in a more spectacular fashion than has ever been witnessed on the stage of written history. It will be a truly righteous correction. And from it will be born the revitalization of a healthy, creative, productive, thriving, happy White society. The White society that we always deserved. And the Alt-Right is going to lead that revolution.

Hail victory!

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Hollywood Inside & Out

“Every mother I knew went to work pregnant. Black mothers had a baby in the break room and went back to work.” – DL Hughley on Beyoncé’s Grammy performance. I must agree that’s a lot of fuss over someone leaning back in a chair!

Did you have a happy Valentine’s Day? Colton Haynes did. And he went public with news that he’s got a boyfriend. PHEW – and we were all so worried about him! Because I know you’re interested, Colton’s beau is Jeff Leatham – and if you’re anything like me, what you read was “Jeff Leatherman”! Can’t you just see Colton lying in a sling with a ball gag in his mouth? Leatham is a florist. His bio (you didn’t expect Haynes to be dating someone without a bio, did you?) says, “Jeff has been creating a sensation with his floral designs and installations since he first began working with flowers at the Four Seasons Hotel in Beverly Hills.” Now I’m thinking Jeff is the one with the ball gag!

Something which truly was groundbreaking when it first hit the stage in 1982 was Harvey Fierstein’s “Torch Song Trilogy”. The show is poised to return off-Broadway next season in a 35th anniversary production starring Michael Urie. But it won’t be the same ole show. Fierstein has given director Moisés Kaufman “a newly edited text that reconceived the way I want the story told.” The plan is to now call the play “Torch Song”. Perhaps Arnold will now say, “No wire hangers, EVER!”

Plans for a reboot of the ’80s sudser “Dynasty” are progressing. The CW green-lit filming a pilot which, at this point, does not include any of the original cast. The story remains the same: a secretary named Cristal (note the spelling) marries her wealthy boss, Blake, and clashes with his bratty daughter, Fallon. To stress diversity, which is de rigueur these days, Cristal is a fiesty Latina, and Jeff Colby (from a rival family) is African-American.

I just spent a wonderful evening with Matthew Morrison and Seth Rudetsky in Fort Lauderdale. It took place at the venerable Parker Playhouse, which on that night celebrated its 50th anniversary – and I bet many of the people in the audience were there on opening night! The evening, under the aegis of impresario Mark Cortale, was quite fabulous. I have enormous fondness for Matt, having known him since “Hairspray” – he was and is the ONLY Link Larkin in my book. With his stunning looks, smooth moves, and glorious vocals, he’s an old-fashioned, all-around entertainer who held the capacity audience in the palm of his hand. As usual, Rudetsky was an incomparable host and kept the show moving effortlessly and expertly. The series continues on April 1st with the amazing Andrea Martin. Grab your tix now at ParkerPlayhouse.com.

When Judy Garland died in 1969, she was buried in Ferncliff Mausoleum in Hartsdale, New York. That decision was made by her then-husband Mickey Deans. However, all of the Garland-Minnelli-Luft kids live in Southern California and had no interest in spending eternity in Westchester County. After years of negotiations, Judy was moved from Crypt 31, Unit 9 at Ferncliff to what is now being called the Judy Garland Pavilion at the Hollywood Forever Cemetery. This cannot be good news for one big fan from California. A few years ago, he made a pilgrimage to Garland’s grave and found out that an adjacent plot was available. He paid $15,500 so he could be buried by his idol. Perhaps he can get a spot near the Pavilion!

Speaking of Garland, there’s a new book coming out that contains explosive details about her life. Third husband Sid Luft had not finished his memoirs when he died in 2005. Although their marriage ended in divorce in 1965, Sid is described as “chief conservator of the Garland legacy until his death”. The manuscript, “Judy and I: My Life with Judy Garland”, has been completed and will be released on March 1st. In it, Sid discusses Judy being molested by Munchkins, her drug and alcohol abuse, her numerous suicide attempts, and other juicy tidbits.

In what continues an unprecedented string of weekly nude celebrity videos, this week’s “Ask Billy” question comes from Stan in Los Angeles: “Do you have Danny Wood’s video?  I’ve seen some of the stills, but the clip has been deleted from everywhere I’ve checked.”

Because I know some of you are wondering, “Who the hell is Danny Wood?”, he’s a member of NKOTB – otherwise known to those of us over 40 as New Kids on the Block.  Last week, a video of him sitting back in a chair and masturbating while chatting online with someone surfaced. Why well-known people do this is a mystery to moi – I would never be so foolhardy. Once the video leaked, Danny got his people to have it squelched by threatening to sue. But I laugh in the face of such threats. I laughed at Colin Farrell, so I’m certainly laughing at Danny Wood – and that’s a lot of wood to laugh at, as you’ll see on BillyMasters.com.

When Danny is hangin’ tough (to say nothing of simply hung), it’s definitely time to end yet another column. I celebrated President’s Day down in Florida. While people were praying at Mar-a-Lago, people around me were on their knees for a different reason. You can get in on the fun at www.BillyMasters.com – the site that answers all your prayers.  If you have a question for me, send it along to Billy@BillyMasters.com and I promise to get back to you before we get a video of Colton’s rosebud! Until next time, remember, one man’s filth is another man’s bible.

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Hollywood Inside & Out

“Every mother I knew went to work pregnant. Black mothers had a baby in the break room and went back to work.” – DL Hughley on Beyoncé’s Grammy performance. I must agree that’s a lot of fuss over someone leaning back in a chair!

Did you have a happy Valentine’s Day? Colton Haynes did. And he went public with news that he’s got a boyfriend. PHEW – and we were all so worried about him! Because I know you’re interested, Colton’s beau is Jeff Leatham – and if you’re anything like me, what you read was “Jeff Leatherman”! Can’t you just see Colton lying in a sling with a ball gag in his mouth? Leatham is a florist. His bio (you didn’t expect Haynes to be dating someone without a bio, did you?) says, “Jeff has been creating a sensation with his floral designs and installations since he first began working with flowers at the Four Seasons Hotel in Beverly Hills.” Now I’m thinking Jeff is the one with the ball gag!

Something which truly was groundbreaking when it first hit the stage in 1982 was Harvey Fierstein’s “Torch Song Trilogy”. The show is poised to return off-Broadway next season in a 35th anniversary production starring Michael Urie. But it won’t be the same ole show. Fierstein has given director Moisés Kaufman “a newly edited text that reconceived the way I want the story told.” The plan is to now call the play “Torch Song”. Perhaps Arnold will now say, “No wire hangers, EVER!”

Plans for a reboot of the ’80s sudser “Dynasty” are progressing. The CW green-lit filming a pilot which, at this point, does not include any of the original cast. The story remains the same: a secretary named Cristal (note the spelling) marries her wealthy boss, Blake, and clashes with his bratty daughter, Fallon. To stress diversity, which is de rigueur these days, Cristal is a fiesty Latina, and Jeff Colby (from a rival family) is African-American.

I just spent a wonderful evening with Matthew Morrison and Seth Rudetsky in Fort Lauderdale. It took place at the venerable Parker Playhouse, which on that night celebrated its 50th anniversary – and I bet many of the people in the audience were there on opening night! The evening, under the aegis of impresario Mark Cortale, was quite fabulous. I have enormous fondness for Matt, having known him since “Hairspray” – he was and is the ONLY Link Larkin in my book. With his stunning looks, smooth moves, and glorious vocals, he’s an old-fashioned, all-around entertainer who held the capacity audience in the palm of his hand. As usual, Rudetsky was an incomparable host and kept the show moving effortlessly and expertly. The series continues on April 1st with the amazing Andrea Martin. Grab your tix now at ParkerPlayhouse.com.

When Judy Garland died in 1969, she was buried in Ferncliff Mausoleum in Hartsdale, New York. That decision was made by her then-husband Mickey Deans. However, all of the Garland-Minnelli-Luft kids live in Southern California and had no interest in spending eternity in Westchester County. After years of negotiations, Judy was moved from Crypt 31, Unit 9 at Ferncliff to what is now being called the Judy Garland Pavilion at the Hollywood Forever Cemetery. This cannot be good news for one big fan from California. A few years ago, he made a pilgrimage to Garland’s grave and found out that an adjacent plot was available. He paid $15,500 so he could be buried by his idol. Perhaps he can get a spot near the Pavilion!

Speaking of Garland, there’s a new book coming out that contains explosive details about her life. Third husband Sid Luft had not finished his memoirs when he died in 2005. Although their marriage ended in divorce in 1965, Sid is described as “chief conservator of the Garland legacy until his death”. The manuscript, “Judy and I: My Life with Judy Garland”, has been completed and will be released on March 1st. In it, Sid discusses Judy being molested by Munchkins, her drug and alcohol abuse, her numerous suicide attempts, and other juicy tidbits.

In what continues an unprecedented string of weekly nude celebrity videos, this week’s “Ask Billy” question comes from Stan in Los Angeles: “Do you have Danny Wood’s video?  I’ve seen some of the stills, but the clip has been deleted from everywhere I’ve checked.”

Because I know some of you are wondering, “Who the hell is Danny Wood?”, he’s a member of NKOTB – otherwise known to those of us over 40 as New Kids on the Block.  Last week, a video of him sitting back in a chair and masturbating while chatting online with someone surfaced. Why well-known people do this is a mystery to moi – I would never be so foolhardy. Once the video leaked, Danny got his people to have it squelched by threatening to sue. But I laugh in the face of such threats. I laughed at Colin Farrell, so I’m certainly laughing at Danny Wood – and that’s a lot of wood to laugh at, as you’ll see on BillyMasters.com.

When Danny is hangin’ tough (to say nothing of simply hung), it’s definitely time to end yet another column. I celebrated President’s Day down in Florida. While people were praying at Mar-a-Lago, people around me were on their knees for a different reason. You can get in on the fun at www.BillyMasters.com – the site that answers all your prayers.  If you have a question for me, send it along to Billy@BillyMasters.com and I promise to get back to you before we get a video of Colton’s rosebud! Until next time, remember, one man’s filth is another man’s bible.

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Hollywood Inside & Out

“Every mother I knew went to work pregnant. Black mothers had a baby in the break room and went back to work.” – DL Hughley on Beyoncé’s Grammy performance. I must agree that’s a lot of fuss over someone leaning back in a chair!

Did you have a happy Valentine’s Day? Colton Haynes did. And he went public with news that he’s got a boyfriend. PHEW – and we were all so worried about him! Because I know you’re interested, Colton’s beau is Jeff Leatham – and if you’re anything like me, what you read was “Jeff Leatherman”! Can’t you just see Colton lying in a sling with a ball gag in his mouth? Leatham is a florist. His bio (you didn’t expect Haynes to be dating someone without a bio, did you?) says, “Jeff has been creating a sensation with his floral designs and installations since he first began working with flowers at the Four Seasons Hotel in Beverly Hills.” Now I’m thinking Jeff is the one with the ball gag!

Something which truly was groundbreaking when it first hit the stage in 1982 was Harvey Fierstein’s “Torch Song Trilogy”. The show is poised to return off-Broadway next season in a 35th anniversary production starring Michael Urie. But it won’t be the same ole show. Fierstein has given director Moisés Kaufman “a newly edited text that reconceived the way I want the story told.” The plan is to now call the play “Torch Song”. Perhaps Arnold will now say, “No wire hangers, EVER!”

Plans for a reboot of the ’80s sudser “Dynasty” are progressing. The CW green-lit filming a pilot which, at this point, does not include any of the original cast. The story remains the same: a secretary named Cristal (note the spelling) marries her wealthy boss, Blake, and clashes with his bratty daughter, Fallon. To stress diversity, which is de rigueur these days, Cristal is a fiesty Latina, and Jeff Colby (from a rival family) is African-American.

I just spent a wonderful evening with Matthew Morrison and Seth Rudetsky in Fort Lauderdale. It took place at the venerable Parker Playhouse, which on that night celebrated its 50th anniversary – and I bet many of the people in the audience were there on opening night! The evening, under the aegis of impresario Mark Cortale, was quite fabulous. I have enormous fondness for Matt, having known him since “Hairspray” – he was and is the ONLY Link Larkin in my book. With his stunning looks, smooth moves, and glorious vocals, he’s an old-fashioned, all-around entertainer who held the capacity audience in the palm of his hand. As usual, Rudetsky was an incomparable host and kept the show moving effortlessly and expertly. The series continues on April 1st with the amazing Andrea Martin. Grab your tix now at ParkerPlayhouse.com.

When Judy Garland died in 1969, she was buried in Ferncliff Mausoleum in Hartsdale, New York. That decision was made by her then-husband Mickey Deans. However, all of the Garland-Minnelli-Luft kids live in Southern California and had no interest in spending eternity in Westchester County. After years of negotiations, Judy was moved from Crypt 31, Unit 9 at Ferncliff to what is now being called the Judy Garland Pavilion at the Hollywood Forever Cemetery. This cannot be good news for one big fan from California. A few years ago, he made a pilgrimage to Garland’s grave and found out that an adjacent plot was available. He paid $15,500 so he could be buried by his idol. Perhaps he can get a spot near the Pavilion!

Speaking of Garland, there’s a new book coming out that contains explosive details about her life. Third husband Sid Luft had not finished his memoirs when he died in 2005. Although their marriage ended in divorce in 1965, Sid is described as “chief conservator of the Garland legacy until his death”. The manuscript, “Judy and I: My Life with Judy Garland”, has been completed and will be released on March 1st. In it, Sid discusses Judy being molested by Munchkins, her drug and alcohol abuse, her numerous suicide attempts, and other juicy tidbits.

In what continues an unprecedented string of weekly nude celebrity videos, this week’s “Ask Billy” question comes from Stan in Los Angeles: “Do you have Danny Wood’s video?  I’ve seen some of the stills, but the clip has been deleted from everywhere I’ve checked.”

Because I know some of you are wondering, “Who the hell is Danny Wood?”, he’s a member of NKOTB – otherwise known to those of us over 40 as New Kids on the Block.  Last week, a video of him sitting back in a chair and masturbating while chatting online with someone surfaced. Why well-known people do this is a mystery to moi – I would never be so foolhardy. Once the video leaked, Danny got his people to have it squelched by threatening to sue. But I laugh in the face of such threats. I laughed at Colin Farrell, so I’m certainly laughing at Danny Wood – and that’s a lot of wood to laugh at, as you’ll see on BillyMasters.com.

When Danny is hangin’ tough (to say nothing of simply hung), it’s definitely time to end yet another column. I celebrated President’s Day down in Florida. While people were praying at Mar-a-Lago, people around me were on their knees for a different reason. You can get in on the fun at www.BillyMasters.com – the site that answers all your prayers.  If you have a question for me, send it along to Billy@BillyMasters.com and I promise to get back to you before we get a video of Colton’s rosebud! Until next time, remember, one man’s filth is another man’s bible.

from Hotspots! Magazine https://hotspotsmagazine.com/2017/03/02/hollywood-inside-out-58/