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emmedoesntdomath · 11 months

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On behalf of @caw-salem

I have to ask you for

The woman

The myth

The LEGEND

MISS MEDDA LARKIN/LARKSON

MEDDA IS SO UNDERRATED AND FOR WHAT

medda’s actually such an interesting character, historically AND personality wise, and we definitely don’t talk about that as much as we should???? and so- of course- we’re going to talk about all of it.

medda larkin/larkson (which, by the way, likely wasn’t her real name, but a stage name, probably because it rolled of the tongue better) wasn’t a real person, but she WAS based off of a real person: aida overton walker.

aida overton walker was a black actress, dancer, choreographer, and vaudeville performer who performed in various musicals, acts, and dances from 1898 to her death in 1914. she is often renowned as the ‘queen of the cakewalk’ and is seen as one of the most influential black performers of the early 1900s. she orchestrated benefits for institutions that supported primarily black women, refused to perform stereotypes on stage, and starred in the first all-black musical to be performed in a broadway setting, and then in england.

by the time she passed away, she had independently produced shows for two different black female groups, performed on some of the finest stages in the world, choreographed dance numbers for high class white socialites, created roles for black women on stage, and set a standard for performing vaudeville.

SHE WAS THIRTY FOUR.

THIS WOMAN WAS A BADASS.

so if medda larkin/larkson was based on this absolute bombshell of a woman (also, side note- I have no idea why they decided to make her white in 92sies. it’s definitely a decision that I’m not a fan of), then clearly, medda herself has to be HALF as amazing as she was, right?

medda first begins as a dancer, and as backing vocals to a bigger name in the bowery. she works her ass of, smiling sweetly, dancing with grace and a little bit of flair. she gets noticed almost a year in, when she has to stand in for the lead vocalist. suddenly, everything takes off for her.

she becomes a main act, garnering so much attention that she’s consistently in the papers. she doesn’t get paid much, but it’s enough that she can set aside a little bit here and there. she gets her own backing vocalists, her own gorgeous costumes.

and then the bowery owner dies.

there’s no more shows, no more crooning to the audience. the pay stops coming, and there’s a sign on the front door warning of close. medda, who has now spent years of her life here, who thinks of it as her home, is devastated. that is, until she asks how much they’re selling for.

so she borrows some money, pulls some favors (she knew the governor, and damn, if she wasn’t going to use that to her advantage). she begs, pleads, literally cries on her knees. gets a lawyer when they stare at her in disgust. takes ‘em to court, and then-

the bowery’s hers.

by the time she meets jack kelly, she’s been in charge for a couple years, and has met her fair share of poor kids who just need to get out of the cold. she more or less takes him in (he looked too afraid for her not to), and somehow that leads to her claiming the rest of the newsies as her children (not just the manhattan kids, either). she had a rough life too, she reasoned. she can cut some corners for these kids.

miss medda larkin, ladies, gentlemen, and my good people. the angel, the saint, the absolute fucking badass.

#newsies #92sies #uksies #livesies #jack kelly #racetrack higgins #spot conlon #crutchie morris #crutchie newsies #davey jacobs #albert dasilva #medda larkson #medda larkin #emme’s bad ideas

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Audition Information: Medda Larkin

Character:

Inspired by vaudeville performer Aida Overton Walker, this big-voiced saloon singer and star of the Bowery offers her theater as a safe haven for the newsies. An astute entertainer with great comic delivery, she’s a good friend to Jack and stands firmly behind the newsies in their fight for justice.

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-"Jack Kelly, man of mystery. Get yourself down here and give me a hug."

-"Step out of his way so’s he can get a better look. Theater’s not only entertaining, it’s educational."

-"Boys, lock the door and stay all night. You’re with Medda now!"

Sing: 60 seconds of That's Rich!

Happy auditioning! <33

#newsies #tumblr newsies production #medda larkin #medda newsies #medda larkson #miss medda larkin

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dustedmagazine · 8 months

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Edsel Axle — Variable Happiness (Worried Songs)

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Variable Happiness by Edsel Axle

We’ve come to know the Philadelphia indie artist Rosali through her clarion Americana-tinged songwriting and the thumping primitivism of her punk trio the Long Hots. We have not, up to now, considered her closely as a guitar player, which is perhaps short-sighted since she does that in both bands. Here she brings the electric guitar up to the front, taking up a glove laid down by Bill Orcutt, Bardo Pond, Loren Connors and others. Over six tracks as Edsel Axle, she improvises jagged rock riffs and electrified acid folk, just her and a guitar and a four-track, but definitely plugged in.

Rosali’s band has a couple of other worthy guitar players in David Nance and James Schroeder, so one faulty assumption might be that the Neil Young-ish flavor on 2021’s No Medium came from them (Nance’s solo and band work leans that way as well). But here, by herself, and not burdened by the need to sing, Ms. Middleton demonstrates that she, herself, has a bit of the Crazy Horse fixation. These songs sound like the instrumental freakery between verses on Ragged Glory or Sleeps with Angels. The guitar carves out giant, resonating figures in the opener “Some Answer,” letting the long notes ring out, then splintering them into buzzing, disintegrating feedback hum. This opening salvo is the most rock and least folk leaning of the six, with a keening wail vibrating under lapping layers of distorted melody. You can hear bits of Loren Connors in the way rage and beauty coincide here, a roar in even the most tranquil, pensive moments.

The title track runs a little cooler, building contemplative space out of steady picked patterns and resonating threads of melody. This one has the quiet assurance of certain Steve Gunn instrumentals, eschewing pyrotechnics for a clear, unobstructed line of sight. It’s also manifestly a solo piece, without looped or overdubbed embellishment. By contrast, “Come Down from the Tree” is denser and more dizzying, punctuated with loud, echoing chords and letting flurries of quicker notes linger in insect hives of buzzing overtones. It reminds me a bit of Bright, a band I hadn’t thought about in years, for its sun-dappled balance of clarity and mystery. If you look past the lack of voice and flute, you might also hear a little Bardo Pond here, the howl of feedback like an undertow beneath long-toned serenity.

These tracks are all relatively lengthy, all built around repeated motifs and without conventional song structure, yet they are consistently engrossing. There’s an abstract, chaotic beauty in these evolving compositions, the fire that you normally find between Rosali verses let loose on its own terms.

Jennifer Kelly

#edsel axle #variable happiness #worried songs #jennifer kelly #albumreview #dusted magazine #rosali #rosali middleton #guitar #improvisation

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lovesongbracket · 1 year

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Reminder: Vote based on the song, not the artist or specific recording! The tracks referenced are the original artist, aside from a few rare cases where a cover is the most widely known.

Lyrics, videos, info, and notable covers under the cut. (Spotify playlist available in pinned post)

All of Me

Written By: John Legend & Toby Gad

Artist: John Legend

Released: 2013

Cover included: Darren Criss for Glee, 2014

“All of Me” is the third single from and sixth track on John Legend’s album Love in the Future (2013). Legend wrote it along with Toby Gad. It has become one of Legend’s most popular songs, earning an 8x Platinum RIAA certification and appearing on top of 9 different countries' charts (including the US Billboard Hot 100). Legend’s performance was nominated for Best Pop Solo Performance at the 2015 Grammys. Legend has said in interviews that the song was inspired by his passionate love for model Chrissy Teigen, to whom he got engaged in 2011 and married in 2013.

[Verse 1] What would I do without your smart mouth? Drawing me in and you kicking me out You've got my head spinning, no kidding I can't pin you down What's goin' on in that beautiful mind? I'm on your magical mystery ride And I'm so dizzy, don't know what hit me But I'll be alright [Pre-Chorus] My head's under water, but I'm breathing fine You're crazy and I'm out of my mind [Chorus] 'Cause all of me loves all of you Love your curves and all your edges All your perfect imperfections Give your all to me, I'll give my all to you You're my end and my beginning Even when I lose, I'm winning [Post-Chorus] 'Cause I give you all of me And you give me all of you, oh-oh [Verse 2] How many times do I have to tell you? Even when you're crying, you're beautiful, too The world is beating you down, I'm around Through every mood You're my downfall, you're my muse My worst distraction, my rhythm and blues I can't stop singing, it's ringing In my head for you [Pre-Chorus] My head's under water, but I'm breathing fine You're crazy and I'm out of my mind [Chorus] 'Cause all of me loves all of you Love your curves and all your edges All your perfect imperfections Give your all to me, I'll give my all to you You're my end and my beginning Even when I lose, I'm winning [Post-Chorus] 'Cause I give you all of me And you give me all of you, oh-oh [Bridge] Give me all of you, oh Cards on the table, we're both showing hearts Risking it all, though it's hard [Chorus] 'Cause all of me loves all of you Love your curves and all your edges All your perfect imperfections Give your all to me, I'll give my all to you You're my end and my beginning Even when I lose, I'm winning [Post-Chorus] 'Cause I give you all of me And you give me all of you [Outro] I give you all of me And you give me all of you, oh-oh

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Halo

Written By: E. Kidd Bogart, Ryan Tedder & Beyoncé

Artist: Beyoncé

Released: 2009

One of Bey’s most vocally demanding and optimistic works, “Halo” comes off as a centerpiece in the I Am… disc of Beyoncé’s third studio album. Equipped with emotional vocalizations and angelic overtones, the song remains one of Bey’s most magnificent and impressive songs. The intimate power ballad took home Best Female Pop Vocal Performance at the 52nd Grammy Awards, and has converted over 3 million digital units thus far. “Halo” was originally written by E. Kidd Bogart & OneRepublic’s Ryan Tedder, a day after Tedder had surgery on a broken Achilles' tendon, causing the cancellation of the band’s tour. The pair drew inspiration from Ray LaMontagne’s “Shelter”. “Halo” was released simultaneously with “Diva” on January 20, 2009. The song drew critical praise, but also many comparisons and a few controversies. According to Bogart, the song was written specifically with Beyoncé in mind; however, it was tentatively offered to Simon Cowell for his client Leona Lewis before Bey had recorded it. Similarities between “Halo” and Kelly Clarkson’s “Already Gone” – also composed by Ryan Tedder – sparked gossip that he had used the same tune for both songs. “Halo” was one of 2009’s best-selling singles, and was the #1 song of the 2000s in Brazil. The music video, directed by Phillip Andelman, featured actor Michael Ealy as Bey’s love interest (he originally turned down the role in the video for “Irreplaceable”.)

[Verse 1] Remember those walls I built? Well, baby, they're tumblin' down And they didn't even put up a fight They didn't even make a sound I found a way to let you win But I never really had a doubt Standin' in the light of your halo I got my angel now [Pre-Chorus] It's like I've been awakened Every rule, I had you breakin' It's the risk that I'm takin' I ain't never gonna shut you out [Chorus] Everywhere I'm lookin' now I'm surrounded by your embrace Baby, I can see your halo You know you're my savin' grace You're everything I need and more It's written all over your face Baby, I can feel your halo Pray it won't fade away [Post-Chorus] I can feel your halo, halo, halo I can see your halo, halo, halo I can feel your halo, halo, halo I can see your halo, halo, halo [Verse 2] Hit me like a ray of sun Burnin' through my darkest night You're the only one that I want Think I'm addicted to your light I swore I'd never fall again But this don't even feel like fallin' Gravity can't forget To pull me back to the ground again [Pre-Chorus] It's like I've been awakened Every rule, I had you breakin' The risk that I'm takin' I'm never gonna shut you out [Chorus] Everywhere I'm lookin' now I'm surrounded by your embrace Baby, I can see your halo You know you're my savin' grace You're everything I need and more It's written all over your face Baby, I can feel your halo Pray it won't fade away [Post-Chorus] I can feel your halo, halo, halo I can see your halo, halo, halo I can feel your halo, halo, halo I can see your halo, halo, halo I can feel your halo, halo, halo I can see your halo, halo, halo I can feel your halo, halo, halo I can see your halo, halo, halo [Bridge] Halo Halo [Chorus] Everywhere I'm lookin' now I'm surrounded by your embrace Baby, I can see your halo You know you're my savin' grace You're everything I need and more It's written all over your face Baby, I can feel your halo Pray it won't fade away [Post-Chorus] I can feel your halo, halo, halo I can see your halo, halo, halo I can feel your halo, halo, halo I can see your halo, halo, halo (Ooh-ooh) I can feel your halo, halo, halo I can see your halo, halo, halo I can feel your halo, halo, halo I can see your halo, halo, halo

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#john legend #all of me #beyonce #beyoncé #halo #polls #poll tournament #poll bracket #tournament #bracket #lovesongbracket #round1

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Uncool50 - finding my place

Part of the #Uncool50 project, a sort-of autobiography told through the memories of pop singles. This installment covers the second half of the 2000s. Nothing from 2005 or 2006, by now my head had been turned by European hits and the anglophone stuff just wasn’t fun.

The theatre kid who made it. "Grace Kelly" came out of nowhere at the start of 2007, as flamboyant and ostentatious and unashamedly queer as anything. Mika sounds like Freddie Mercury, the lead singer of Queen who was snatched from us far too soon.

The homophobes hated it. Of course the homophobes hated it, they cannot stand anything fun, colourful, honest. One review at the time said, "Like being held at gunpoint by Bonnie Langford", as if this was a bad thing!

This song is fun, it's catchy, it worms into your ears and is never going to leave. Might just be the greatest pop song of the decade. More power to Mika.

The greatest pop moment of the decade comes straight after the breakdown in "About you now". We hear the chorus line again – "can we bring yesterday back around?" But this time it's different – a little higher-pitched, a touch yelpy. And there's a gloriously discordant high tone, "coz I know how I feel about you now".

By this time, we're up to Sugababes 3.0 – Siobhan's long-gone, Mutya's been replaced by Amelle - but the songs still remain awesome. Dancey-electronica with a scuzzy overtone. And the video with the young man parkouring his way around south London, hopes to meet up with his date on the Southbank.

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My long list of 300 songs had a lot of Sugababes – "Overload" and "Freak like me", "Too lost in you", "Ugly" and "Change" all featured. But none of them have this yelp of joy, that’s the clincher.

"This is the life", Amy MacDonald's defining hit. Breakthrough single "Mr rock and roll" had positioned Amy as a troubadour, sings songs about people's lives. She uses a few words to describe a scene, and whoosh – we're in it!

"This is the life" is a personal, probably autobiographical, song. "So you're sitting there with nothing to do, talking about Robert Riger and his motley crew". Life-affirming through its melancholy, drunken nights out and waiting in for friends and thinking both that this is excellent and this is terrible.

Number one for the year in Belgium, Netherlands; for some weeks in Austria and Czechia; top five in all civilised markets around the continent. And number 28 on Britain, because the playlisters and programmers in London are a complete waste of space and goodness knows who pays them. Amy's built a hugely successful career in Europe, and still makes top-drawer albums to this day.

So I started hanging out with a bunch of friends from the karaoke bar, and we went out to a maize maze, ears of corn up to eye level. Or for Caz, ears of corn over the top of her head. Caz managed to lose contact with the group, get lost, and had to be rescued by the tall stablehand.

We welcomed Anna into our friendship group, and she turned out to be the glue to hold us together, and we loved her dearly. "Bulletproof" by La Roux is one of many many songs from those years. This time, maybe, I'll be bulletproof.

#uncool50 #uncool 50 #personal #autobiography #pop singles #mika #queer #queer representation #sugababes #video #amy macdonald #troubadour #la roux #genderqueer

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Meet Me At The Intersection of Theatre, Film, Fashion, and Public Persona

Talking about costume in theatre and film puts me in mind of theatre's influence in fashion starting in the 18th century or thereabouts and picking up serious steam in the 19th century. (Reference: Marlis Schweitzer, When Broadway Was The Runway.) Theatre costumers quickly realized the importance of giving the audience visual cues for this or that character type. This snowballed before too long into collaborations with the leading fashion houses of the day, which resulted in many 19th century theatre extravaganzas more or less serving as de facto fashion shows. Most of the people in the audience were women; most of the pundits and critics decrying the theatrical fashion shows and subsequent influence on women were (drum roll please) men. Those actresses who carried packed houses often touted the importance of costume and fashion in helping them craft a character, such that dramatic performers like Eleonora Duse were an anomaly. (The more things change, the more they stay the same. Is this conversation ringing any bells?)

This mania for costume and fashion as an ostensible means of crafting the character carried over into films. Women scrambled to imitate Mary Pickford, Theda Bara, Clara Bow, Louise Brooks, Alla Nazimova, and many others. Once again men scoffed at the influence of celebrity on impressionable young women. Meantime more and more women were conscious of having a public persona for the first time; they were keen to know what persona and thus what styles would best suit them. Fashion and style guides delineating this knowledge proliferated starting in the 1920s, or not long after the passage of the 19th Amendment.

Margaretta Byers's Designing Women, published in 1938, was one such attempt to fill the growing demand. Her "types" included the coquette, the gamine, the romantic, the patrician, the exotic (!!!), and the sophisticate. Harriet T. McJimsey would later borrow inspiration from this to give us the ingenue, the gamine, the romantic, the classic, the athletic (natural), and the dramatic. The impulse to categorize personas or so-called style types is still with us. John Kitchener has his system of essences while David Kibbe has a limited range of image IDs.

It goes almost without saying that until recent years much of this style typing or crafting a persona was aimed at white women. Inclusive it was not. In the 1930s the most diversity that was permitted was someone like Dolores del Rio or Anna May Wong. The 1940s and 1950s weren't much better given that the likes of Lena Horne and Dorothy Dandridge had to fight tooth and nail behind the scenes to make any headway in their careers. So you see the process of slotting oneself into a visual persona had--and has--its pitfalls and shortcomings.

With Hollywood and other stylists it is difficult not to wince as certain personae are given primacy over the others, since they use a variant of this system here and now in the present day. Everyone is supposed to be an ingenue or a bombshell (romantic), and when they aren't it is grudgingly recognized that their actual type is something else. It is refreshing to see a gamine or a free-spirited natural woman amid a sea of aspiring bombshells, and even they--you can be sure--have to talk their stylist down from stuffing them into complicated corsetry and ruched boudoir dresses. Every so often one will see a classic beauty in patrician styles reminiscent of Grace Kelly, and this is lovely, but the dramatic or arty sophisticate is a bit more rare. Tilda Swinton, Cate Blanchett, Anjelica Huston, and a handful of others are the current standard-bearers for daring and dramatic looks.

Nowadays there is much fashion inspiration taken from television, which has inherited the original persona system and the accompanying visual cues, although today's coquette or ingenue is often loaded down with bombshell overtones and presented as a "sexy baby" (see Euphoria if you have any doubts). "You are a sexy baby! And you are a sexy baby! Everybody gets to be a sexy baby! Unless you're over a certain age." I have no problem with mature women being presented as who and what they are, but the ageism is pervasive across the entertainment industry--although that's its own topic and should be reserved for a separate rant.

How does this impact real women? It does and it doesn't, from what I've been able to observe. While the pandemonium has caused more women to be more interested in refining their visual presentation, there are just as many of us who simply can't be bothered. Yes, we take much inspiration still from film and TV, but most are just as likely to slouch around in comfort. Are we entering a post-persona age or is it simply the cool thing to pretend not to care? Time will tell.

#theatre #film #TV #costume #fashion #persona #the invasion of the sexy babies

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lifewithaview · 1 year

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Van Helsing (2016) Stay Inside

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When the hospital's power source is damaged, Vanessa and the survivors only have three hours of reserve power for the UV lights - the only thing keeping the vampires at bay. While Vanessa and Axel head into the ruins of Seattle to scavenge parts, the others are left to fight: against both vampires and among-st themselves.

#van helsing #tv series #2016 #action #drama #fantasy #vampires #Kelly Overton #Jonathan Scarfe #Vanessa Helsing #Axel Miller #Stay inside #horror #just watched

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jinx-on-mars-19xx · 8 months

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Broken Doll

Red Leather and Running Mouths

Danger's Bitch

Soda, Cigarettes, and Broken Glass

Dom x Colson (Yungblud x Machine Gun Kelly)

Warnings: top Dom, bottom Col, rough sex, insults, d/s undertones, overtones, and everything in between, bruising, bleeding, biting, fingering, anal sex, ruining furniture, feminization, spanking, MF hate, trying to put each other back together, Col being a brat, Dom being a slightly scary Dom (hopefully in a hot way), subspace 🚬 rating: explicit as fuuuuck 🩸

Dom took a breath as his hands clenched and unclenched at his sides. He could feel his dick pulsing, barely contained by the thin soft material of his briefs. He hadn't been so hard in a while. He had always been a free spirit sex wise but there was something special about the rapper exposing himself on the floor. He always made the boy feel more than normal. No one pissed him off so much and drove him so wild. There was something about the Machine Gun that made him need to dominate. It felt as if he was in love with a sweet school bully or working out trauma from his childhood with the only safe person he ever met. His feelings for Colson never made sense but they didn't make sense together.

"I didn't come to fuck." He growled, reiterating what he'd already said as he watched the oversized stoner shiver and twitch with anticipation. Every note of his voice made the man jump, his beautifully painted nails tugging his cheeks open wider. It brought a smirk to the punk's face. "I came to take care of yas."

"You are! Fuck- you are! Only one who can give me what I need. Make me feel b-"

"Did I say you could speak or was I talking?" Dom's voice was flat and Kells whimpered, visibly sucking his lips between his teeth and biting down. "Tha's better." He sighed, crouching closer to run his finger slowly between the man's pink ass cheeks. "You 'urt me Cols. You 'urt me but I still came to take care of you. No one fucking works me up like you. No one. No one gets me like 'is. I don't bloody dom people." He huffed, resting his fingers on either side of the man's hole in a V and spreading him. It felt obscene and filled his cock somehow more. Everything between them felt obscene though. Colson was obviously tight but they loved it that way though he still hollowed his cheeks and sucked until saliva pooled on his tongue before he spit. His friend was so wound up he jerked at the feeling, grinding his dick on the ottoman. Dom's free hand slapped over his ass again, he hadn't given him permission to find pleasure yet. Fuck though he was a sight, the singer didn't realize how much he'd missed him.

God that was a lie to his own inner monologue- he knew how much he missed him because he thought about him every day. After everything he'd taken time off dating. Nothing measured up and he didn't want to risk himself. Of course he was more virile than most and he couldn't help but touch himself to thoughts and memories of that perfect ass. After spending a year in that mindset without the true relief of taking the bastard apart on his cock he was a little pent up. Maybe he was enjoying the squirming a little too much. "Is tha' enough?" He purred, leaning closer and spitting again before Kells could offer an answer.

"Fu-fuck me?" The rapper whimpered, his nails marking up his most sensitive skin and when he heard his lover chuckle he whined. Dom didn't do this for anyone else? He didn't do this for anyone else. No one could make him soft and pliant like the punk who owned him so easily. Women called him daddy and begged for his dick, he didn't even have to ask for sex let alone plead for it like he was about to if the boy didn't take him. No one gave him that sick needy feeling in his stomach. No one else would ever see him like he was. No, he was only Dom's bitch.

"You probably fink you deserve 'is. You probably fink I'm easy for you. I am. Me anger is easy for you. Me cock. Me 'eart." He sighed, circling the man's quivering hole with the tip of his finger. He teased until the man relaxed and then he pushed inside to the first knuckle. He knew his brat was fighting himself like a champ not to push back. "I should wear a fucking condom wiv yas. Who knows wha' ya 'ad ya filfy cock in. I mean it weren't much more 'an fucking a used pocket pussy so much of 'er were plastic."

Colson blinked slowly at those words and bit down on his lips again. He was pretty sure Dom hadn't meant to say that out loud but a part of him just loved him more. Catty bitch. His mouth popped free and he let himself moan before looking over his shoulder. "What was that?" He couldn't help but ask, a goofy grin on his face. It shouldn't please him so much but he knew how hard the boy fought to stay positive and kind. Hearing him angry made his cock jerk under him.

"Nuffin. Shut up. Do you 'ave one?" Dom asked with a blush on his cheeks but when Kells shook his head he arched a brow. "Bullshit."

"Maybe but… I'm safe. Please? Trust me?"

Jade eyes met blue and Dom knew he didn't realize how loaded that question was. He didn't know if he could trust him like before, the boy was too much a puppy and gave himself fully to anyone willing to show him love. "I shouldn't. I know better. Should wear one and make you suck it. Shite Kells you know you gonna bleed for me. You trust me? Wha' if I been fucking-"

"You haven't been." It was said so surely Dom almost spanked him again. He almost got up and left but… Colson was right. He hadn't. "You just said no one gets you like I do."

"Not sure tha' were a compliment." Dom whispered, surprised at himself he wasn't kicking the man's ass. The rapper smiled, proud of himself and all the suffering he'd caused. Not because he hurt the boy but because someone actually felt something for him. "Why you fucking grinning? You keep it up and you ain't getting fucked."

"Yeah I am." The man purred, letting his ass go so he could push himself off the ottoman and pull his shirt off.

"Oh?" There was a flip in Dom's stomach and a twitch in his cock. His balls felt so tight he thought he might bust just dry humping the bastard but that's not what either of them needed. Why was his brat being so… cute?

"Yeah." Col hummed as he wiggled out of his pants and crawled on top of the furniture. When he was settled on knees and forearms, naked as the day he was born, and presenting like some bitch in heat he looked back at his lover and slowly let his thighs spread until his dick hit the leather and his legs were parted slut wide over the footrest. His toes were curled against the floor, his body spread in a way that kept him vulnerable and off kilter. He knew his dom loved it best when he had complete control. "Cause you love me." He tried to keep his voice a tease but butterflies filled his stomach and his heart raced. If Dom said no he might break for good. Shatter like all the glass on the floor.

"Fuck off. Jus' fuck right off! Fucking wanker you is. Absolute bloody brat. Did I say you could move or talk?" He tried so hard to ignore the feeling in his chest. How dare the man be so… so… right. Dom could feel himself shaking with something between rage and lust and that was fucking it. He stripped his underwear off, stalking close to the man and he threw his leg over Colson's back, riding him to the ottoman. The rapper groaned, his arms going out from under him before his skin slapped the leather and Dom smirked at the sounds. He grabbed for his lover's arms, yanking them behind his back and he wrapped his briefs around his wrists and tied them tight. "You lucky I don't shove em down ya fhroat. 'Ow dare you fink you can talk to me like tha'." He growled, looking over his prone pet before he tangled his fingers tight in blonde hair and pulled his head back, tilting his face up for a rough and messy kiss. Everything felt filthy and rough and he had pent up aggression to work out on that pretty little ass but for just a moment he let his lips admit the bastard was right. Kisses weren't fucking, kisses were making love.

Colson whimpered against his lover's lips. The boy's tongue was filling his mouth like he needed his hole to be but he savored the softer moment and the feeling he knew the punk was trying to get across. He tugged at his restraints and tried not to buck down against the leather but he was getting more desperate by the second. He could feel the dom's cock leaking against his spine, the silky skin of his foreskin and pearly smears of precum just made his need worse. So much worse. There was a soft noise falling from his lips that Dom swallowed before it escaped but he still felt like the bitch he was. Only for him.

Dom pulled back, his chest heaving in the wake of such a dizzying kiss. He tossed the man down, shoving his cheek against the furniture before he crawled off and walked to stand between those spread lanky legs. He let saliva pool on his tongue as he admired the sight of Col's sweat slick shivering tatted back. Part of him wanted to keep berating him, maybe if he kept snarling he wouldn't feel the truth. He might have Kells a begging bitch of a mess but he was just as hard up for him. He hadn't just come running to help. The man didn't just bring out the good in him, he brought out something no one else could. For good or toxic he loved him.

Damn him.

Colson went silent as he listened for his lover's next move but Dom was quiet as a mouse. He tried to reach down to help spread himself again but with his hands tied he couldn't. He knew the punk was enjoying this but honestly… he wasn't as nervous as he used to be. Something had changed for him in that moment. He trusted Dom, he knew he'd be taken care of, he knew the boy felt more for him than he'd like to admit. His cock was pounding, his stomach full of butterflies, his need was so intense it was burning through him but it was almost making him feel at peace. Fuck he'd missed being spread out for the guy.

Dom spit in his palm and slicked his dick as best he could before gripping Col's hips bruising tight. He tugged him close, placing one knee against the furniture, the other foot finding purchase on the floor. It had been over a year since he felt himself surrounded by his favorite place and he was going to fuck the bastard silly until all he could think was of him. If he heard that bitch's name one more time for the rest of the day he would punish him. It was just that simple. He couldn't drive Dom so far up the wall and get away with it. "Are you done being a brat?" He huffed, grinding his precum and spit wet tip over Col's needy hole, his hips bucking hard enough he felt himself catch against him.

"Fuck yes- please? Be so good." The rapper whimpered, flexing his cheeks to try and tempt the boy more. Every thrust had Dom's cockhead hooking against his hole and tugging and the tease was driving him wild. He could feel his own dick leaking against the leather, probably ruining the furniture he picked out with- no. He wouldn't think about her but he did let himself grin that his lover's first move here was helping him ruin something she loved. "Just so you know she wants this shit." He explained offhandedly and he caught the boy grinning.

"I should take a bloody picture but I'll jus' 'elp ya stain it up." Dom chuckled darkly and the sound tickled over Col's skin like spiked silk. Something soothing with a shock of surprise to keep you on your toes. Dom would never let him relax completely. The boy with ADHD was Col's version of Adderall, nothing got him as wired. Nothing had him as addicted as those plush pillow lips and thick hard cock. "Now bite the fucking leather and 'old on."

"I…" Kells trailed off, flexing his hands under Dom's chest and the boy laughed as if to say 'exactly'. A soft whine escaped him but of course he obeyed, turning his head and closing his teeth around the edge. He knew before long he'd be moaning like the slut he was but daddy got what daddy asked for- not that he'd be caught dead calling him that.

Dom pushed himself up and watched as the tip of his cock disappeared inside his lover's rosey tight hole. He couldn't help wondering if there were tiny scars left from their first night together and if he'd make new ones in the tissue paper skin. His lip rolled between his teeth as his foreskin was forced back and precum eased his glide inside but fuck- his brat was tight. He could hear Kells whining already, the man was squirming and panting and trying to push back but he just kept riding him down until flesh pressed to flesh. He was home. Everything was right.

The pace he found was as rough as his kiss had been and he groaned at the way his lover clenched. Every pull out was a fight, every thrust deep felt like heaven. It was a nearly dry fuck but Dom was always wet as a girl, at least when he was dicking Col down. He could see pink coating his cock and he tried not to let that thrill him. He didn't want to hurt the man but… maybe he did. Kells didn't have a word of protest. "Filfy fucking whore you is. At least ya pussy still tight."

Colson moaned. He could feel his cheeks turning as pink as his asshole probably was but he loved when his dominant debased him. They hadn't really tried feminization before but he knew he started it. "Just for you." He repeated himself slurring and got spanked again for the effort. His hands fought to escape their binding, he needed to touch but he knew he wasn't allowed. All he could do was try to breathe and focus on the searing pleasure-pain and the way his hole throbbed in time with his racing pulse. Dom bucked too hard and his cock almost slipped free, the next thrust deep felt bruising as they squelched back together and he cried out, almost choking. Shit his lover was wet. Somehow he'd almost forgotten but that was his first thought when he felt the punk's dick down his throat. It always made him jealous.

Dom bit his lip until it was close to bleeding, he could barely control himself but he almost broke the moment he slammed back inside his brat. His strokes got shorter, their bodies slapping together with every thrust. They were sweat shiny and he knew he was drooling on the man, but nothing mattered more than forcing his bitch to that peak just on his cock. His hold on Col's hip tightened and he pulled him up, angling his next plunge down until the rapper was almost sobbing from need. He could feel his dick catching against that swollen spot and he knew he had the man broken and bleeding enough he was lost. He was floating. But Dom would prove himself damnit. Only he could take the bastard apart like that.

"Like tha' don't yas? Pretty little slut. You know you gonna be- fuck Cols- gonna be a mess. Want tha' don't ya? Be a broken fuck doll for me? Dripping me cum?" Normally he was quiet in bed but Colson brought something out in him. He could still remember demanding the man to watch himself in the mirror. "Tha's the real you." He growled, slowing his hips enough to aim hard and deep. Nails clawed at his stomach, long limbs spasmed under him, and Kells moaned and whimpered.

The man groaned, he was almost hiccuping he was so worked up. That golden coil was pulled so tight he was shaking but with every catch against that spot only Dom could seem to hit right; he was falling deeper into that floating warm headspace and closer to heaven. He tried to speak but it came out a gurgled cry, he was choking on spit and lust. He could still feel the burn but it was just heightening the pleasure and when teeth teased his shoulder he screamed. "Cum." It was short and to the point, a command not an offer and Colson obeyed as if he was just another instrument Dominic had mastered.

The rapper shook through his orgasm, his hole clenching so tight Dom could barely pull out but he didn't need to. No, just the man's reaction would push him over the edge. His teeth bit down as his hips rocked rough, his cock grinding deep inside his lover. He sucked a mark into Col's skin, claiming him in such a simple way but it soothed the anger inside him and he finally let go. Maybe this was Colson but it was him too and as he fell over that edge he let himself admit it. White heat filled and spilled out of that tight pink hole and he let himself silently worship his lover. His. "Mine."

Colson thought he heard Dom speak but he couldn't pay attention to anything besides the feel of cum getting fucked back out of him. It was like even after orgasm the boy couldn't stop but finally when they were both trembling from overstimulation Dom slowed and untied his wrists before he laid against his spine. He couldn't speak. He couldn't do anything besides shake and try to slow his ragged breaths. No one could fuck him up- or fuck him like Dominic. He certainly felt like a broken open doll and he loved it. For once he didn't feel like making a joke and dismissing everything that just transpired and when the kid rolled them to their sides and held him close he let him. More than anything he just wanted to float in the fuzzy pink cloud and be grounded by the arm around his chest and the growing soft cock keeping him plugged full. More than anything he finally wanted to fucking rest.

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Hope this measured up to all you hoped it would be. I love writing these boys even if they're a little more messy and rough than my other versions. I'm not sure if I'll do more or go straight back to the other but maybe if y'all like it I'll do another. Let me know 🚬🖤

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