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[redneckdudes]

[ashilesun]

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Baby Driver (2017) Directed by Edgar Wright

[johnparri]

KJ Apa as Archie Andrews in Prom Night (Riverdale 3x20).

[tylerposey]

[ofanteros]

every year cody waited for one event above anything else– hunting season. every year he & a few of buddies loaded up their trucks and headed into the untamed wilderness for a long weekend of good, ole fashioned, gun totin’, american fun. the only difference between this year & the previous was his buddy david deciding his younger brother should tag along with them. cody didn’t have anything against josh in particular, there was just always something that struck him as odd. cody prided himself on his alphahood and wasn’t shy about flaunting it so anybody on the trip who was shy about it, or god forbid wasn’t an alpha, should stay home in his opinion.

his heavy boots left deep imprints in the mud as they trudged out from the camp and into the woods. cody had a shotgun slung over his back and a cooler packed with beer over his shoulder, the group of six men headed out towards the blinds they’d set up the night before. “so who’s paired up with who?” he asked, his words dripped in a southern draw. the other men started debating the pairs and cody shot josh a quick, dismissive look as he tried to enter the conversation. “let the men figure this out one out.” he stated plainly before turning his back on the younger man for the rest of the conversation.

“i guess i’ll take the kid with me.” he offered with no mask to his disdain. “i reckon he ain’t never fired a gun before and you clowns are bound to let him blast his finger off.” turning back to josh, cody waved him to follow as he took off further into the woods. eventually the pair arrived on cody’s well disguised blind. “say hello to your home for the next ten hours. fancy, ain’t it?” he teased, a slight laugh rolling off his lips as he stepped. dropping the cooler between them before taking a seat on the floor. “hand me a beer would ya?”

[ofanteros]

over the course of one hundred and eighty-eight years, max had gone through the collegiate cycle no less than thirty times. he had degrees ranging from neuroscience to agricultural accounting. anything that mildly interested the immortal from cork, he had no shortage of time to pursue. yet, somehow, every time the inevitable acceptance letter came from whichever university he’d chosen, siobhan was as excited as any mother. she’d spend a small fortune on supplies and clothes despite knowing max was more than capable to provide those things for himself. you’d think after a while the novelty of it would wear off, but siobhan was nothing short of intense– in stature & emotions.

over the countless hours spent in class rooms, the tens of thousands of classmates he’d been in close contact with, max had all but mastered his ability to suppress the thirst… until about a month ago. a man in his class, jay, had tested his reserve to the point of breaking. max had always made it a point to never hunt where he lived and applied that rule to universities as well. but this one… there was something about him, about his scent, that made him want to rip the boy’s throat out. yet he found jay so immeasurably beautiful that the thought of killing him felt like a crime beyond murder, of which max was a thousand times guilty of.

he’d taken a short sabbatical to france, hunting profusely in the countryside with henri & yvette. they urged him to just kill jay and not deal with the thirst but max refused to take this life. part of him knew that if he killed jay, his face would haunt him for the rest of his eternal days. he knew it would be better for him to just drop out and go to any other university in the world, but he couldn’t bare the thought of not seeing him, not being cradled by the scent of him. he’d have to push through, for as long as he could, for his own sanity.

after he felt he’d been properly sated, he made the journey back to dublin and returned to class. he arrived late and wandered into the lecture that had already begun. before his eyes landed on the man who’d caused him so much stress, max could smell him & the fire burned painfully in the back of his throat. despite the struggle, max climbed the steps carefully until he was seated next to jay. his mind poured over the different ways to instigate a conversation with him but each one seemed more inadequate than the last. the audible ticking of the clock finally forced his hand and max swallowed deeply before letting his gaze turn to jay. “have I missed anything exciting since I left?”

[ofanteros]

of all university specific universal truths, the fact alpha phi alpha hosted the best parties was the most undeniable. never was that rule more important than during rush week. while alpha phi alpha was one of the most exclusive frats on campus, it was still important for them to put on a hell of a show for the incoming freshman. the best of the best young alphas coming in needed to want to be part of their house & the best way to do that? flood the house with booze & omegas. as the rush chair, that job fell in teddy’s lap.

for the last week, teddy had taken an old school route & papered the campus in flyers advertising the rush open house. thankfully- it worked. dark rooms peppered with kegs, strobe lights and pulsating speakers set the stage for yet another statistically superior alpha rager. each room teddy weaved through was nearly packed to the brim with current & perspective brothers trying desperately to get the girls upstairs. a classic sight but nonetheless entertaining.

as he filled his solo cup & a spare in case he ran into someone who might catch his eye, teddy slipped out onto the patio and took a deep breath- trying to calm himself down from the ridiculous amount of pheromones hot boxing his house. among the few people outside, all paired up and practically dry humping on his deck, there was one lone dude who looked just a bit out of place. closing the space between them, teddy didn’t hesitate to slump his muscular arm over who he assumed was an alpha, his sense still overwhelmed and blinding him to the rarity of a male omega.

“who the fuck could look so uncomfortable at an alpha phi party? no, no- wait wait wait, lemme guess. you’re….. you came with your roommates and they’re inside getting it in but you’re stuck out here cause you’re toooo shhhyyyy?” teddy laughed shamelessly at his own drunk ramblings. “no, no- you’re the gay friend and you came with some of the chicks now they’re getting dicked down and you’re stuck out here. am I close? did i hit the nail on the head?” teddy’s rugged movements caused some of the beer to spill out onto his chest and the stranger’s shirt, ”ah, shit, i’m sorry man! i’m just fuckin’ with ya, here; drink the rest of this.”

[johnparri]

[ofanteros]

one would think as emperor of the largest empire in the world, one would be freed from typical diplomacy… and one would be correct. there was no one on the planet with more power or influence than the emperor of dacia and that immense standing was one michael was not afraid to use. he’d gone through five marriage to cement his takeover of conquered nations and that wasn’t a route he wanted to take again. the brides with enough power to name him king were far from his type. when his last wife, the princess of lysinia, died from a not at all suspicious fall from a balcony- michael was free to marry whomever he chose. his military was now the largest in history & diplomacy wasn’t the only effective way for him to grow his empire anymore. as the court commissioned artists returned with their portraits of potential brides, there was no competition between theodore of ____ and the rest.

young, angelic and virginal. what more could a man of his standing ask for?the young theodore would give him an entirely alpha male heir and cement dacia’s place in history. as much as he loved (well… didn’t hate) his eldest son, michael knew he wasn’t ruthless enough to keep the empire alive. he’d received word a few days ago that theodore had arrived safely in dacia but hadn’t yet bothered to go see him. the empire was on the verge of conquering arleans, a feat that he was much more interested in that making small talk with a man sixteen years his junior. the trumpets played the grand anthem of the empire as he rode through the cobblestone streets on horseback toward the abbey. he was all too familiar with the pomp and ceremony of an imperial wedding.

it wasn’t until he was standing at the alter that michael came out of auto-pilot. as he turned around, his eyes fell on the veiled figure of his empress to be. even at a distance the redhead caused a stirring in his pants. the closer the boy came the more wild michael’s thoughts became. just as he imagined painting theo’s face with his seed, the boy came to a stop beside him. carefully, michael moved the veil back to reveal the perfect nature of theodore’s features. leaning in to press a gentle kiss on his cheek, michael whispered “the painters did you no justice, my love.” in the younger man’s ear.

the ceremony & following reception were both longer than the emperor found necessary. all he wanted to do was throw his new queen against a wall and claim what was his, but he bid his time. finally, the procession to the royal bed began. with theo’s hand in his, they followed the archbishop to the marriage bed, a trail of nobles & foreign princes following behind them. the couple stood at the foot of the bed and the training of witnesses took their seats around the room as the archbishop christened their union before God. finally as the archbishop sat, michael turned to his new bride and practically threw himself onto theodore. one hand controlled the side of theodore’s face as he kissed him with as much passion as he’d kept pent up all day and the other slapped down on his ass, aggressively groping what he had so longed to touch.

ripping his mouth away with a breathy gasp, michael turned theodore around to face their audience while keeping him pinned against his broad form. his hands explored every inch of theo’s body while his painfully hard dick dug into the boy’s lower back. forcefully he disrobed his queen, pulling the white jacket with enough power to send the buttons flying across the room and the fabric to tear before he stripped it from theo’s body. sinking to his knees, michael trailed a mix of kisses and bites against the pale flesh. he yanked the foreigner’s trousers & under layers away with ease, leaving theodore naked and fully on display to the room of strangers. slowly, his hand crept up from theo’s foot. dancing carefully along his shin and into the tender grace of his thigh before finally his fingers found the cunt he’d so long dreamed of breeding. his thumb danced around the emperess’s clit for a brief tease but he carelessly slid his finger between the pink lips. “aye…” he finally spoke, loud enough for the room to hear. “he’s definitely a virgin alright.” the remark garnered cheers from the gallery and michael moved his hand away with a rough slap as he stood again. pushing his queen to the bed, he began to undress himself.

[ofanteros]

the palatial walls had, despite the overwhelming cliche of it, begun to feel like a prison to the new heir. before his father realized he wasn’t likely to sire anymore male heirs & brought thomas back to dacia, the prince was free to do as he pleased. he’d seen most of the continent and had to answer to no one; a pure life of leisure. now his days were filled with strategical war meetings, audiences with ambassadors and everything else thomas would rather not be doing. he’d gone from being surrounded by fun-loving, morally ambiguous nobles to his father’s war crazed council & the new child queen thomas hadn’t bothered to speak.

in all fairness theodore wasn’t an inappropriate age… for him. but for his father? four of his five children were older than theodore. he’s the only of his siblings to have sat through six royal weddings and part of him didn’t bother addressing theo simply because of his father’s changeable nature. cute as theo may be, how much longer until they were forced to bear the seventh queen of dacia? his personal feelings aside, he was now the heir to an empire and the entire royal family needed to look unified.. or so his special adviser insisted.

he had intended to fully ignore his adviser’s advice but after his brother-in-law, the king of ejida, insisted the queen wasn’t as bad as thomas had built him up to be in his mind- the prince agreed to meet with him… at some point, at least.

the moon was high and full over dacia as thomas left his chamber, footsteps echoing through the empty halls as he made his way toward the stables. he wasn’t going anywhere in particular but the night was too beautiful and thomas was too awake to let it go to waste. the queen’s guards at stationed outside the door caught his attention immediately. it was nearly three in the morning & thomas hadn’t expected anyone to be awake. waving the men aside, thomas let himself into the dimly lit room to find his majesty admiring the team. “your majesty,” thomas offered politely, a courteous half bow accompanying his words. “i didn’t expect to find you here so late.”

[joanfuckableass]