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teamlynda · 1 year
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[borat voice] my wife
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wormbraind · 1 year
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how imp and regent became friends in canon
btw tumblr might make the colors look like shit i promise you it does not actually look like that
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resetting37 · 1 year
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"mars why didn't you make brian's chest hairy in the last picture with the tank top ?? clearly you can see a bit of his chest so wtf !?"
me:
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ackreik · 1 year
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freddie: i’m not saying that brian’s an unwelcome christmas guest, but every time he opens one of the doors on his advent calendar, the chocolates pretend to be out.
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scentofdriedflowers · 4 months
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yeah no please stop
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reineydraws · 1 month
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i think, if they were real, they would hang out while waiting for the mortals in the time loop to reset. and they'd be buddies.
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waterisntreal · 2 months
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Ok no it’s actually so terrifying and sad to think about how when Baron gets banished they go to Riz’s briefcase because that fear will always be a part of Riz
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snoozingrabbits · 2 months
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Ugghgghhhh somone get me testosterone please PLEASEEEE I need to look like these guys
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I NEED TO LOOK LIKE ALL OF THEM UGHHHHH SOMEONE LET ME BE A GUY IN A 2010'S SLENDERVERSE SERIES RIGHT NOW
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romangf · 1 year
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b1deo · 7 months
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BABYGIRL!!
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They’re the funniest person
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luigis-slut · 2 years
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I don't remember who it was, but I remember somebody a while ago said that this particular MCR song synced up really well with the Saturday Shorts dance, and I've thought about that every time I listen to this song. I couldn't find the post, so I recreated it.
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mothdruid · 9 months
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Losers Prize
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pairing. Brian O'Conner x afab!reader
word count. 1k
warnings. this is a 18+ work, minor's buzz off. smut, fluff, oral sex, penetrative sex, unprotected sex.
author's note. I told all of you it was coming. i just needed to get this out of my system. so like, here's my Brian O'Conner smut fic. and i guess for reference, this is like during the second movie when Brian is in Miami. k bye.
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This wasn't how the night was supposed to go. Not one bit.
You were supposed to race, win, then go home with your cash.
What wasn't supposed to happen was the fourth not showing up. What wasn't supposed to happen was Tej calling Brian O'Conner. What wasn't supposed to happen was Brian winning the damn race. And what definitely wasn't supposed to happen was you going home with Brian.
But here you were, head thrown back as Brian was eating you out. Blonde locks threaded in between your fingers, tugged on periodically. Moans were pouring from your lips, Brian not letting up no matter how hard you pulled.
"Fuck, Bri," you whimpered.
He was staring up at you, bright blue eyes locking with yours. A flick from his tongue had you breaking eye contact, rolling your head back. The barely comfortable sheets were tight in your free hand. Brian's arms were under your legs, hands on your hips to hold you in place. The thick Floridian air was making sweat permeate on the both of you.
"Tell me what you want," Brian said before lapping at your cunt again.
"What I want is for you to fuck me," you replied with a bit of bite.
Brian rolled his eyes while he sucked on your clit, hard. Your hand tightened almost painfully in his hair. You propped yourself up with one elbow to watch Brian. The tightness in your abdomen was becoming unbearable. This slinky racer had you on the edge of pleasure, giving you just enough to keep you there and not push you over.
"Come on, Brian," you whined.
Brian smirked against your cunt and decided to give you what you wanted. His tongue worked over your clit feverishly. The feeling made you drop your head back, knowing this was it.
The tightness in your abdomen snapped, pleasure washing over you. Brian's hands held your hips in place, stopping them from pressing against him too hard. Moans were falling from you, head rolling back and forth on the bed. Brian tongue didn't seem to stop, making your legs start to quiver.
"Brian, please!" You yelped, the sensations becoming too much.
The plea did its job. Brian removed himself from your lower half. He climbed up your body, diligent placed kisses on your skin the whole way up. You smashed your lips to his, tasting yourself on his lips. A moan left you while your tongue roamed his. His hair was tight between your fingers.
"That enough for you?" Brian smiled against your lips.
A hand came up to cup your jaw. You opened your eyes after he broke the kiss. Your hands had moved to his shorts, unbuckling them as quick as you could. Brian let out a soft chuckle, resting his forehead against yours.
"And here I thought you didn't want to see me tonight," Brian kissed you again.
"I didn't," you started pushing his shorts and boxers down, "plan on losing either."
Brian groaned when you took him in your hand. Each stroke had him placing a kiss to your skin. Your neck, cheek, shoulder, chest, it didn't matter what body part. Brian just needed you, craved you.
Neither of you could wait anymore. You hooked your legs around his waist and pulled him closer to you. Brian groaned when his cock rubbed your cunt. The spit and cum from him eating you out made the perfect lubricant for him. The head of his cock would periodically catch against your entrance as he rutted his hips.
"Brian, if you don-" The head of his cock slipped into you, stopping your words mid sentence.
"If I don't what?" Brian asked with a smirk.
All you could respond with was a moan as he pushed deeper into you. Finally his hips were completely flush with your own, cock completely shoved inside of your cunt. You clenched around him, eliciting a groan from him. Eventually his hips started moving, thrusting in and out of you.
The rhythm was sensual yet quick. He was hitting the perfect spot inside of you, the one that had your whole body clenching. Your arms were wrapped around his shoulders, keeping him close while he rammed into you. His hands were kneading your ass and sides. You couldn't keep your mind straight, thinking about all the different sensations.
Brian was nuzzled into your neck, placing soft wet kisses where ever he could. The occasional nip had you moaning loudly. He pulled back for a moment, looking down at you. One hand came up to your face, cupping your cheek as he went in for a bruising kiss. During the kiss his thrusts became more powerful, pushing you over the edge.
He kept thrusting in and out of you, keeping your orgasm going for as long as he could. Once it subsided, he thrusted only a few more times only to pull out and come on your stomach. The groans that he produced while coming were gorgeous. He held you carefully, trying to keep the cum from getting on himself.
Eventually, he got up and searched down a hand towel to clean you up with. He wet it before giving it to you, letting you clean yourself up. He knew that's what you preferred to do anyways, no matter how many times he tried to be gentlemanly about it. Brian found an old pair of basketball shorts on the floor, putting them on before searching a clean t-shirt for you. You happily accepted the t-shirt, slipping it on then finding your underwear to put on.
"I take it you're staying then?" Brian asked as he got on the bed next to you.
"You did take my money tonight, the least you can do is let me stay," you placed a kiss to his cheek.
Brian smiled at you.
"Hey, a race is a race," Brian playfully argued.
"I never disagreed with that," you said while cuddling into him.
"Isn't this enough of a prize?" Brian joked while gesturing to himself.
"Are you calling yourself the loser's prize?" You questioned, quirking an eyebrow up.
"Only if you're the loser."
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sprinkle-jay · 2 months
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genuinely can't stop thinking about the idea of riz taking fabian's rage token and damaging his relationship with his mom. because he's taking on more stress for his friends and we've seen that sklonda doesn't like that and like. riz loves his mom, obviously. he loves her very much! but he knows that his friends are trying now and i don't see it being an explosion, necessarily, but still an argument because they disagree on this.
and that aside, i think it makes a lot of sense just in general for riz to have disadvantage on checks against sklonda because sure, this is kind of the way their dynamic has been! but i also think that if riz ended up with a rage token, sklonda would probably be harder to convince of various things (deception/persuasion) and harder to read as well given how stressed riz is.
and honestly, i just think it'd be narratively fun and juicy
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leclercstarrs · 10 months
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the house party, brian o’conner.
summary: in which brian shows up to dom’s house party after a street race and finds a guy flirting with you!
warnings: not yet proof read!
notes: requested by anon, sorry this took so long! hope it finds you! also this was written at like 5am so it might be pure shit but enjoy!
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You’re currently sitting on the small couch in Dom, your friend’s, living room. Some random guy that was at the street race earlier sits down right next to you, passing you a beer and then taking a sip out of his own. “Crazy, Torreto can’t even show up to his own party, right?” The guy jokes. You don’t find him all that funny, but you let out a fake laugh, turning slightly to admire his attractiveness. He has fluffy brunette hair with the nicest green eyes you’ve seen, paired with a baggy shirt and pants combo. “So, you got a boyfriend?” He abruptly asks you, earning a small smile from you as you shake your head. “Not much of a talker, huh? What about dancing?” He laughs, standing up and offering you his hand, wanting you to dance with him.
You contemplate the offer. You have a small thing for Brian, this new rookie racer that’s becoming friends with your friends. You met him at a street race a bit ago, he’s been on your mind ever since. Unfortunately, thinking nothing’s going to go farther than your school-girl crush, you take the guy’s hand.
“What’s your name?” You ask him as the two of you dance to the music, surrounded by other couple’s grinding up against each other.
“Tyler.” He pauses. “And what about you?”
“(Y/N).”
“Pretty name.” He grins.
The two of you are now inches apart, his hands on your waist, guiding your hips to the song. You’re so hypnotized by him that you don’t even notice Brian and Dom walking into the house at that exact moment, the blonde one watching you dance with some random guy.
“You like her?” Dom laughs, noticing the jealousy on Brian’s face as he continues to watch you from the front door, not knowing how to respond.
“What? Man, no.” He denies.
“Sure, alright.” Dom shakes his head, passing Brian a beer, the man taking it and starting to drink from it. “You should say something to her.” He continues before walking away with Letty, leaving Brian alone.
“Right.” He says to himself.
After a few minutes you notice Brian, glancing at him when you look over Tyler’s shoulder, noticing him staring the two of you down. You nod your head in his direction, acknowledging his presence as he drinks his beer in the corner of the room, some girl coming up to him a moment later. “Hey, baby, what’s your name?” The girl flirts with him, sitting on his lap and smirking. This time, it’s your turn to be jealous, glaring at the girl. You shouldn’t be getting jealous, considering you’re dancing with some guy, who you’re no longer focused on, but something about seeing Brian with that girl makes you stop dancing, leaving Tyler confused. “What’s up?” He raises an eyebrow, confused on why you stopped. “Sorry, you’re super hot, but I can’t.” You shake your head, walking away and making your way towards the blonde haired guy.
“Excuse me?” The girl that’s sitting on his lap and flirting with him questions, her tone harsh. “Wanna dance?” You ignore her and straight up ask Brian, earning a smile from him as he gently moves the girl off his lap and stands up, happily accepting your offer. “Hell yeah.” He takes your hand.
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aroace-and-has-a-mace · 5 months
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“there’s only two genders” wrong. there’s nine: jonny d’ville, gunpowder tim, nastya rasputina, drumbot brian, the toy soldier, ashes o’reilly, ivy alexandria, raphaella la cognizi, and marius von raum.
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