#i wanted to make this gifset for some time already. but only now got around to it

[beaulesbian]

One Piece || Eustass Kid & Killer in ep. 942

How cruel. He was forced to eat the Smile fruit and was given a mask of laughter that he can never take off.

[twig-tea]

Communication styles, mirroring, and new relationship growing pains in Cooking Crush

In Cooking Crush ep7 we get a lot of really cute moments and really wonderful plot arcs that fly in the face of BL tropes (Nobly ghosting your crush because you think their life is better without you? Breaking up rather than simply agreeing to take time apart to focus or be in different places? Not clarifying your feelings? Making assumptions about your partner's physical comfort levels? Ten said not today, Satan!).

And! We also got a lot of more subtle goodness that I want to take a second to highlight around the feeling out of their relationship that happens between Ten and Prem in this episode. They each try out ways of showing affection, and of communicating, and it sometimes lands and sometimes doesn't, and they also take turns trying out one another's methods on each other! They slowly start to use more of each other's styles, and they get better and better at understanding one another as a result. I'm mildly obsessed, so let's break it down.

First, after Ten blocks Prem from leaving (communicating that he needs an explanation--first with his actions and then with words), we get Prem trying out the cute nuzzle-y apology in the grocery store, and then going in for a peck kiss (and Ten meeting him immediately and then getting flustered, loved this!). This was such a good moment because Prem uses the kiss in place of words, to indicate his feelings (he says "do you know now? you're not the only one" but doesn't specify he's talking about his feelings). This theme comes back in the episode later.

[gif by @gunsatthaphan; full set here]

At the cafe, Ten lies about having eaten and then not having eaten to appease Prem, and Prem immediately noticing and pinching him about it--this white lie for Prem's peace of mind clearly did not land well.

And then Ten tries to make up with him by mirroring the way Prem did to him in the grocery store (the cute nuzzling). And this seems to land better; Prem eventually gets flustered but tells him it was cute. And then Ten goes to get Prem food, because feeding one another is already an established-effective form of communication for them. Ten comes back and makes a really cheesy pun about sweet food/soulmates and it does not land and he sits a bit ashamedly back down.

[Ignore the two caption formatting styles, that was me being too lazy to go back to WeTV but wanting more screenshots so getting them from YouTube.]

He tries physical touch again instead, by reaching out with his foot. And again, it doesn't land, Prem confusedly asks him what he's doing. And then Prem accidentally (?) reciprocates--awkwardly because he doesn't really get it. And so Ten explains that this was supposed to be a signal that they should kiss some more. He decides to use words, and this works! Prem nods and goes with him to make out against some very unstable bookshelves lol

Ten asks Prem if he wants to continue--using words because that's what has worked best so far--and Prem gives him the green light nod again.

And so they try again, and again get interrupted, and Ten gives up. But this time Prem uses Ten's method--words--to ask if he wants to continue, and Ten gives him the green-light nod back! Again, they continue to mirror one another's styles of communication when they see it works.

[Both this and the previous gif above done by @tenprems, with full gifset of this exchange and the mirrored nods available here]

This next tiny moment was cut from the YouTube version, but in the car, Prem gives Ten another one of the now-established-as-effective green light nods before jumping into his lap lol Loved these continuous check-ins and establishing of mutual interest!

Back in the cafe after giving up on making out--and how much do I love the frustration about not just being able to kiss all the time, and not having a good place to go because they both live with their families, this was so relatable--Ten says his feelings outright (this is the Ten way) and tries cuddling in again, because Prem said he thought it was cute before, and Prem responds positively by verbally saying he feels the same, which gets Ten to pop back up in excitement because this is the first time Prem has said aloud he has feelings!

I love this moment that follows because it establishes just how differently the two of them think about communication. Ten, until now, was unsure about Prem's feelings because Prem never said them aloud. Now that he has, Ten takes that as a signal to ask if they can move to the talking/hitting-on stage. Prem looks at him like he's ridiculous, because they just made out in three separate locations lol and points out that obviously they're already past that stage. To Prem, his actions should have been clear enough to communicate enough of his feelings to Ten. Again, like in the grocery store, Prem thinks actions are explicit and clear, while Ten finds them ambiguous and wants clear and explicit words. And as they continue testing and mirroring communication methods on these dates, Prem starts to use more words and Ten uses more actions, and they understand one another better.

[gif by @gunsatthaphan full set here]

Later in the episode, Prem brings Ten food, because as mentioned this is an established as effective communication method for them. He overhears the fight with Ten and his father, and leaves, because that conversation underscored his worst fears about his relationship with Ten--that he'd make Ten's life worse by being in it. Prem defaults back to his usual methods of communication--avoidance and action--and Ten holds him back and uses his words to describe his feelings. And Prem goes back to meeting him halfway and responds with words! He explains exactly how he feels to Ten.

And in response, Ten goes for action to comfort Prem--he knows this speaks to Prem more by this point.

And then he goes back to words and explains his plan to Prem to stay apart for now so that they can be together in future. Later, Prem runs into Ten at the cafe, and goes to touch him--again, action being his primary language of communication. He goes to leave and Ten asks him to stay, and explains with words that he'll be out of town for the mid-semester break. He asks Prem for a lunchbox for the trip--again, asking for their tried-and-true food in order to get reassurance of Prem's feelings for while they're apart. And Prem, in response, uses his words to confirm that he knows he's in Ten's heart. He then asks Ten for physical affection in return ("recharge my battery").

I love this moment in particular because it does three things:

Establishes that Prem is more interested in Ten's love than his money

Combines their communication styles by both being physical and verbal since Prem explained verbally that this hug was important to him

Confirms in Prem's style (non-verbal communication) that he's still open to physical affection even given their slightly ambiguous status.

And Ten immediately acknolwedges receipt of this message by kissing Prem--again using Prem's preferred communication method and mirroring his actions in the grocery store at the start of the episode--and then following it up with a verbal explanation (because he's Ten).

In the final scene of the episode, Prem brings Ten the food as promised, but explains he also included a written note with the food (more explicit communication!). And Ten responds to that by offering a hug. Every time one of them tries to meet the other halfway, the other does too, and it gives me LIFE.

Prem pulls away, and Ten checks in verbally, but Prem doesn't run off like usual. He stays to explain, because he's learned now that Ten needs that verbal reassurance around what's going on with him. And Ten responds physically, by wiping away Prem's tears.

He then tries this cheesy thing with the glasses as a metaphor, and it does not land, Prem is too practical.

[gif by @gunsatthaphan, full set here]

But he does make another metaphor about seeing only him--again, meeting Ten halfway. And then he tries to make a joke about how he, Prem, would flirt around while Ten is away, and again it does not land lol. He immediately backtracks and instead makes a cheesy pun, mirroring the one that Ten made in the cafe that did not land at all for Prem, and for Ten it clearly lands, he looks quietly really charmed by this. I loved this so much, there's something extra sweet about someone who hates puns making a pun for you because they know you love them.

And then Prem says explicitly and clearly in words, "I promise I will wait for you".

Ten starts his journey and opens the lunchbox, and reads the note from Prem. Unlike the previous (often partially failed) attempts that Prem has made to communicate his feelings through food without explaining what he was trying to say (I'm thinking of when he made that lunchbox full of things that turned out to be food Ten doesn't like, or when he made all of Ten's favourite foods and brought it to school pretending it was leftovers but the fact that Ten had read Prem's deleted text message made Ten understand that it was actually for him), this time Prem has explained with words exactly what he was trying to express with his choice in food.

These forays into feeling out one another's communication styles, styles of humour, finding one another's hard lines (don't lie to make me feel better; don't joke about cheating on me) and just getting a sense of what works and what the other needs, this is bread and butter early relationship stuff, and the show is quietly depicting it so well. I had such a great time watching Ten and Prem not just fall in love, but learn how to effectively be in a relationship with each other this episode!

Huge thanks to the giffers @gunsatthaphan and @tenprems being fast enough to make gifs that I could include in this meta! If anyone gifs any of these other scenes I described, especially the battery recharge and Ten popping up excitedly hearing Prem use his words, please tag me!~

[punchitmrsulu]

Hi I'm new to the walking dead for the Rick and michonne show! I want to watch where should I start? Can I ask who is Jessie and why was he miserable? It just seems like such a fun fandom there's so much lore I kinda want to know everything. How far back should I go to get the full story from the actors and everything? I kind of live for the kind of stuff lol. But it's OK if it's a lot to explain. I thought about just spending a few days digging through the tag as far back as I could go. This show and all the gifsets and all the fun everyone is having kinda has me obsessed a little bit. But should I watch the whole series? It's eleven seasons lol.

I'll explain it all to you, no problem! I'll just warn you there will be a few spoilers though, ok? It's kinda hard to explain without them, so if you don't want spoilers, don't read on.

Listen, Rick and Michonne aside (who are awesome, amazing, perfect) The Walking Dead is a REALLY good show all around. It's honestly got some of the best writing I've ever seen on TV. So, if you like TV shows and you're looking for a good one, I'd advise you to watch it all from the beginning. It is indeed a lot but it's gonna go by so fast, because it's so good, you won't even feel it. Seriously, all of the characters, the dynamics between them, the bonds they all forge, the development of the characters, the relationships, the narrative, the found family aspect of it, it's all chef's kiss. And Rick and Michonne is like the cherry on top. It's like, in case you thought we couldn't make things even better, here's the best couple of all time for you, enjoy.

Now, focusing on just Rick and Michonne, I'd still advise you to watch it from the beginning so that you can FULLY appreciate it when they finally get together. Cause we have Rick's relationship with Lori (his dead wife) in the beginning of the show, which was just not good at all, she never had his back, so when he finally meets Michonne and she becomes his partner in every way, even before they fall in love, it's just got a different flavor when it finally happens, you know? Cause everything he has with Michonne is the complete opposite of what he had with Lori, and it's glorious, and you can see why they were made for each other and are soulmates, so unless you see that relationship first, it's not gonna have the same impact in my humble opinion.

As for Jessie, and Andy being miserable about Rick's storyline with her on the panels, Jessie is a character (the most generic character you can possibly think of) that shows up closer to the end of season 5, before Rick and Michonne get together, and she's on the show for 14 episodes. Rick is kind of having a bit of a breakdown at this point and he develops a little thing for her but nothing really happens between them. They only share one very chaste kiss, which is shown from a distance. You see, Jessie's kind of a stand-in for his dead wife at this point in his storyline. Her fragility kinda reminds him of her, her husband is abusive and so she's someone he can save like he couldn't save his wife. She's like a second chance for him to save his dead wife, that was her whole purpose.

But the whole thing is just very forced and stupid and nobody wanted it, everybody was already shipping Richonne then for a long time, so it made NO sense. And at the time, the marketing for the show was really pushing this whole Jessie thing, so Andy's miserable on all the panels where that storyline is brought up because he had always wanted Rick and Michonne together, even his mom wanted it, both he and Danai (the actress who plays Michonne) have both said they were always playing romance when it came to Rick and Michonne, and it's very clear from the writing that that's where things were headed, so again, this Jessie person made NO sense. So, on the panels, whenever the Jessie storyline was brought up, Andy would usually keep his head down, hiding behind his hat and wouldn't say anything, wouldn't express anything, only the actress playing Jessie talked. He really just wanted to forget that storyline was a thing at all, it was bad enough he had to play it.

But thankfully, like I said, nothing really happens between them, she's in it for just a few episodes and then Michonne becomes his entire world.

Now, if you only want to watch starting from the point where Rick and Michonne meet, that's right at the end of 3x06. And if you only want to watch from when they get together, that's 6x10. It's still gonna be awesome and amazing, but like I explained, you might not get the FULL experience.

It is indeed many seasons but the first one is only 6 episodes long and from then on, each season is about 13-16 episodes long.

I hope I was able to make things clear for you and if you have any other questions, just ask, I'll be more than happy to answer!

[aceofwhump]

Hi Ace. How are you? I was wondering what are your plans for September and October on Tumblr? Any theme posts? More whump from different movies/tv shows?

Can't wait to see what you have planned.

A big, cozy hug to warm you on the upcoming cold months. Xoxo

Hi hi!! Oh my gosh I have so many plans. So many.

I want to gif all the many lovely requests people have sent in. That's a priority for me. Some I've had for months and haven't gotten to yet and I feel bad about that so I want to do that.

I want to try and make some gifsets for Whumptober. I was gonna try and so an Ashmore twin theme for this years whumptober but honestly I've been rewatching Hawaii Five-0 and a lot of the prompts happen in the show and now I want to make it Five-0 themed lol. Not sure how many I'll get made but I want to at least do a few. And I'm gonna do an Ashmore twin themed prompt month at some point. Cause that was a great idea given to me and it would be so fun and I'm gonna do it at some point.

I have a long list of whumps I want to gif including several things I've already got the screencaps for. Like Almost Paradise, Damsel, Delicious in Dungeon, 15th Doctor whump, Murdoch Mysteries, Masters of the Air, some 9-1-1 whumps from last season, Lucas Bouchard getting shot in When Calls the Heart, some other Hallmark movie things, and muuuuuch more.

There are also some theme posts I didn't get done in time for my Gifathon so I want to make those. Like, period drama whump, favorite relationship whumpee/caretaker, villains. Things like that.

Basically I need time to gif lol! My to gif list is SOOOOOO LONG!!

Some other things I'd like to do:

finish the epilogue to my Cursed fanfic

write some of the many whumpy ficlets I've got floating around in my brain for various tv shows

I have an idea to do some whump this or thats but not as polls because I want to encourage people to reblog and answer them. Like, I want people to choose their favorite and then reblog and tell me why it's their fav. A reason to let people just go on a fun rant about their favorite tropes.

I also need to clean out my likes cause I got a lot of whumpy posts in there I keep meaning to reblog

So that's my plans and hopes for like the rest of the year lol. Don't know how much I'll get to but I'm gonna try!

And thank you for the warm hug! Much appreciated and sending one right back! The chilly months are here and I am very very happy about that. Now if only these 90F degree days would go away. This is my curl up with a hot chocolate and a sweater and watch spooky movie season. Can't do that when it's hot as crap lol.

[astro-b-o-y-d]

Yet another Boyd Drake Propaganda Post from yours truly, specifically for the @eggcrackerbracket​​ tournament this time:

First of all, he’s a robot Pinocchio allusion who decided he was a definitely real boy and then he WAS one. We all know robots and Pinocchio allusions are so trans of gender, and so being both makes him extra trans of gender!

Literally uses the phrase ‘I’m Boyd, a Definitely Real Boy!’ to introduce himself. 🥺🥺🥺

The entirety of Astro BOYD involves him fighting to be seen as a regular boy rather than a killing machine. He even fights against the programming of an evil scientist trying to use him as a weapon and MAKES THE CHOICE to be a real boy. His transgenderism is so strong, he can even fight against evil programming that is trying to control him and WIN.

Astro BOYD as a whole could very well be an allegory for what it’s like to be neurodivergent, in addition to being an allegory for being transgender. Him and Huey Duck are clearly autistic-coded, and the phrase ‘He’s a kid like me, just wired a little differently’ is used. 

They’re also best friends and spend a chunk of the episode taking a tour of furry Tokyo to do research for a shared special interest. (Also I like to imagine it doubles as a date for them, because cute 🥺).

Huey also spends the entire episode reaffirming Boyd’s desire to be seen as a real boy. He’s the best triplet for this reason alone.

Less happy fact about the episode, Boyd’s creator ends up misgendering him as ‘it’ for a spell and reject his claims of being a real boy because of some stuff that happens within the episode. 

But it’s fine because he’s going up to bat for him by the end and his reaffirmation of Boyd’s chosen identity is what ends up saving the day in the end. (Also Gyro is pretty trans-coded himself so we’ll let it slide but it still took me a while to come around on him as a character 😒).

Even before this episode aired, I already had such a soft spot for Boyd. I literally only started watching the show because I saw GIFsets of a previous episode with him, and he was just so PRECIOUS (and gave me Angus McDonald vibes) so I knew I had to watch the show just so I could get to his debut episode. And then Astro BOYD came along and cemented his place as my absolute favorite character in the show, and probably one of my favorite characters of all time.

Anyway I was lightly dipping my toes into a they/them enby identity before this episode dropped, but after months of having Boyd as a comfort character after the episode aired, a LOT of things began to click for me internally. And now here I am, a he/they transmasc with one of my chosen names being Boyd. (Listen I know technically I was already not-cis before that, but he still absolutely played a big part in delivering the final blow to my egg and helping me settle comfortably into a transmasc identity).

Also one final fact; Scrooge McDuck inspired Astro Boy, the first anime character. And then Ducktales made Boyd, an homage to Astro Boy as a whole. So Boyd is technically only a few steps away from the invention of anime. He deserves some respect for that fact alone from those of you who got their egg cracked by an anime character.

Okay I’m done now. Vote for the boy who cracked my egg because he is so polite and sweet and a definitely real boy and he deserves to at least get past round one 🥺🥺🥺

Also also if you want, watch Ducktales 2017 because it’s pretty fun. Or just watch Astro BOYD, because it’s the best episode. Sorry DWD fans, I know where my loyalties lie.

Also ALSO ALSO in case a DT fan who doesn’t know me might ask why I said Boyd DRAKE:

(Okay now I’m really, REALLY done for now, promise. Mainly bc this post is getting super long and I have a few others drafted before the contest has even started. #BOYDSWEEP)

[littlespoonevan]

How do you like, gain momentum and a following in a fandom? I've been a part of a fandom for a while now, and it seems like everyone around me is just somehow better at this whole thing - interactions, engagement, following - than I am. And I'm trying to have fun and do it for myself but it's hard if no one ever engages with your stuff :(

i'm sorry, anon, there's nothing more frustrating than feeling like you're shouting into the void in fandom :(

i'm gonna preface my response by saying i've had this blog since 2010 and, as such, some of my advice might be a little outdated because the vast majority of my following was built up between 2014 and 2017. likewise, i have found in general it's been easier for me to transition from fandom to fandom because i already had mutuals/followers that were interested in the new thing i got invested in and so tended to follow along with me???

like say if i was starting from scratch right now in the 911 fandom there is no way i'd even come close to the same amount of engagement/followers etc if it wasn't for my past fandom experiences, y'know?

having said that, i will say the thing that's always drawn the most engagement for me has been my fics. it's how i gained my first follower surge, it's why i first started to receive asks, and it's generally the thing that gets people talking to me whenever i join a new fandom. now i don't think anyone should have to commodify their place in fandom just to get people to engage with them but i do think contributing in some way lends itself to engagement. whether that be writing fics, making gifsets or fanart, or even something as simple as funny textposts or fic rec lists, or character playlists or rewatch commentary

(like i've had some shitposts reach over a thousand notes in comparison to my fics that would average out between 100 and 300 lol)

beyond that i've found it does tend to be pure fluke what posts gain traction (eg. if a quote-unquote Big blog happens to stumble across your post and reblogs it and it subsequently gets shared around) which is frustrating sometimes but also can lead to you finding your own little circle of friends/mutuals to discuss stuff with.

also i don't think there's anything wrong with private messaging someone if you see them discussing a particular scene/episode/ship/headcanon whatever and wanting to continue a discussion based off their post. i've done it plenty of times! sometimes we might only exchange 2-3 messages other times that person has become a beloved mutual. if you're going to click, you'll click.

overall i would say make your own stuff (again, be it fics, gifsets, fanart, text posts, meta, fic recs, whatever - they all have merit and they all matter in fandom), tag said stuff, engage with other people's content (leave comments in the tags!!!), and message people if you feel comfortable doing so

it's not necessarily foolproof and this website is definitely unpredictable but truly, if you can find 3-4 people you get along with that you can discuss all things fandom with then that's honestly 90% of what makes fandom enjoyable ❤️

[livvyofthelake]

1 6 20 21 for merlin or riverdale if merlin makes you too mad

ily auguste you’re like hey i know you love complaining about bbc merlin but keep your heart rate down 🙏

1) the character everyone gets wrong

i KNOW he’s existed for a thousand years PLUS and i am NOT an expert on fucking. arthurian lore because who has the time for that for real. but i HAVE seen the kid who would be king and i just feel a deep intrinsic sense of knowing in my bones for my guy… and bbc merlin fans do not know him AT ALL and it makes me so mad i could scream. not even the bbc merlin writers know him that well it’s ridiculous. it’s fine cassandra clare will fix all of this in time. now if only HER fanbase understood fucking anything it would all work out in the end. oh well there’s always king arthur 2004 and alex and allie and my bff t h white <3

6) which ship fans are the most annoying?

all of them fr…… no but actually i do think. oh god i’m gonna cringe so hard typing this one. i think merthur fans are probably some of the most insufferable people i’ve ever had the misfortune of technically agreeing with. like goddamn there are no good people out there… at least the straight shippers have the decency to be normal about women. well sometimes. also. two for one answer. cannot stand a bughead bitch….

20) part of canon you found tedious or boring

oooohh….. um well riverdale season seven lol…. no you already know that let me think of a merlin answer. ok so like. i know he did eventually die and in the grand scheme of things it wasn’t like. that much time he was there being alive and annoying. but like in that moment watching it i felt like i was waiting for uther to die for one million years like he got repetitive and tedious so fast it’s insane. and like anthony head ate that shit up so like i get why they wanted to keep him around and i did LIKE everything in season 3 it’s just. did we really need so many episodes where the whole plot was like. one of the characters needs to do something but uther said no! like come on…

21) part of canon you think is overhyped

um this is gonna sound mean especially since i already complained about this two questions ago but genuinely it’s crazy how bbc merlin was like well these two are best friends they have a deep and profound bond etc and then like. in season FOUR they’re still doing the goddamn season one dynamic of “playful” physical violence played for comedy. and then shippers get on tumblr and reblog gifsets where they make jokes about kink. and it’s like. wow so no one in this process used their thinking caps huh. like that shit’s not funny lol….

[madame-airlock]

I was tagged by @witchybitchybisexual

Hiiii! I am so sorry it's taken me forever to do this. I've been crazy busy with work and I've had very little time to answer. I hope it all make sense. Most of the answers were typed out while half asleep, throughout the week, and I may have gotten some episodes/seasons mixed up. Sorry and enjoy?

1. How did you find out about the show?

It was 7/8 years ago.

I'm pretty sure it was a gifset on Tumblr. I already knew Betty by fame so I knew this show would be good. If I remember correctly it was a gifset of the scene where Rose asks "do we have any orange juice left?" And Dorothy says "no we're all out" while pouring herself a glass of juice, followed by a bunch of comments about the show.

2. One storyline you’d eliminate?

It's been a while since I watched the show so I don't remember everything. I can't think of anything besides empty nest right now.

Either that or the one about Blanche's daughter's artificial insemination. I didn't enjoy that one that much.

It's not exactly a storyline, but I'd eliminate the amount of unnecessary comments both Rose and Dorothy got in the later seasons, for being dumb or ugly. I think they went a little too far.

3. Best guest star/character?

I have a soft spot for Jean and her episode 💜

4. Character you most relate to?

Rose, 100%. I'm not the brightest, like her, and I love animals.

5. Favourite character?

Blanche and Rose

6. Favourite story of a cast member?

As in, behind the scenes? The joke they played on the girls, where the photo albums had the crew's crazy photos in them (it's a Christmas episode, when Blanche gives the others calendars).

In the show? 72 hours, for the message it delivered.

7. Which was the episode that got you hooked?

There wasn't a specific one. I hit play and never stopped watching!

8. You could wear one girl’s wardrobe for the rest of your life, who would you pick?

Uhm, honestly? Nobody's 🙈

9. How many kids do you think they all actually had?

I lost count. Around 10-12 among the four of them? Maybe???

10. Do you think the actresses would’ve gotten along with their characters if they met in real life? Why/Why not?

I don't know much about Estelle and Rue to say it for certain, but I'd say yes, purely based on vibes.

11. What are your other comfort shows?

I'd say Nurse Jackie, but only the earlier seasons with O'Hara. I mostly have comfort movies, like the parent trap or the emperor's new groove.

12. Headcanons? (Feel free to list as many as you’d like)

And if I said Dorothy and Blanche secret bisexuals in love with each other? 🙈

If either of the girls is feeling down, the other two (minus Sophia) are probably ready to give her a cuddle and have an impromptu sleepover.

13. What would you change (if anything) about the show/ characters if it was set in the modern day?

Make Dorothy and Blanche girlfriends :D

14. Which other Fictional Characters would you like each one of the golden girls to meet?

I'm not sure tbh.

15. Who were your favourite duo?

Each pair had their moments, but I especially liked Rose and Dorothy or Rose and Blanche.

15. Who should’ve got more 1:1 screen time with each other?

Dorothy and Blanche, I think.

16. Calmest season?

I want to say the first one, maybe? I don't remember all the details

17. Most chaotic season?

Season 2, between Rose's love interests and the song contest, is definitely a crazy one. Although S7 had some solid episodes as well (sick and tired and the one about the murder mystery dinner)

18. Favorite Season?

Season 2 has most of my favourite episodes.

19. If the girls hadn’t had their established careers, what other ones could you picture them doing?

Rose: something with animals

Blanche: iirc she's a pretty good dancer, so maybe that?

Dorothy: I'd say a literature professor or something in academia

Sophia: maybe a cook?

20. Best aspects of the show in your opinion?

The way it tackled certain topics that are a taboo still to this day, and they mostly did it with care. Sure, not every joke has aged well, but most of them did! And even if there was conflict, it got solved. I'm thinking about Sophia's thoughts about Phil, for example, or the way Sophia and Rose acted in the AIDS scare episode.

21. (This question is for my fellow cheesecake lovers) favourite cheesecake flavour?

Plain with chocolate chips, with caramel sauce, with strawberry or raspberry sauce.

22. Storyline you wished they had expanded upon?

I know I've brought her name up way too many times already, but I'd have loved to see Jean coming back to the show in later episodes/seasons

23. Questions you’d ask the actresses?

Nothing comes to mind right now :/

24. Episode that brings you the most comfort?

The one with Jean.

25. Episode that made you laugh the hardest?

The Great Herring War

26. Which other work that the actresses did, did you enjoy the most?

I really enjoyed Hot in Cleveland. I tried watching TMTMS but I wasn't feeling it. I watched 3/4 seasons of Maude and I enjoyed it but not my favourite.

27. Best St Olaf Story?

Obviously the great herring war

28. Best slut story?

"what do you mean you had 56 boyfriends?"

29. Best Sicily story?

I'm not a big fan of those, I can't honestly remember any specific ones off the top of my head.

30. Which girl would you be most interested in seeing a prequel of? And at which point in their life?

Honestly? Neither. We have seen something about their past in the show. I think a full prequel would take away the key elements of the show. And, you'd find out which of their crazy stories are true and which aren't, when I prefer to keep it a mystery, if that makes sense.

[writerlyhabits]

Panties In A Twist

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x female reader

Word Count: 8.8k

Summary: Jay and Charlie invited your Saturday dancing group over to their place for dinner and drinks. But after New York, you and Bucky have some new developments to explore before you can join your friends. 

Ch 14 of the Neighbors Series | Masterlist | Ch. 13 | Ch. 15

Warnings: language, pet names, SMUT [oral- fem rec, fingering, overstimulation? handjob, shower shenanigans], Bucky Barnes is the softest man alive and I want one, a lot of italics, that’s it it’s just filth 

AN: I know you see the tags, no I’m not gonna talk about it 😂 @deceiverofgodss thanks for sharing your brain cells, I love you 💛

Gif from @unearthlydust (this whole gifset just fits, okay? its so pretty)

Things had changed in New York. Good things. Great things. This relationship Bucky was in with you, this life with you was nothing short of bliss, and he wanted to soak up every single second of it. 

Much to his disappointment, Monday morning brought the reminder that you still had to go into work, putting a damper on his desire to curl up in bed and hide you away from the world. But it didn’t stop him from waking you up softly in the mornings and kiss you languidly as you were walking out the door, which he shouldn’t have been as pleased with himself as he was each time you left a little bit late because of it. 

He made up for lost time each afternoon by wrapping you in his overflowing affection when you got home. He could confidently say that you hadn’t gotten through a single meal this week without being pulled into the kitchen to dance, his need to have you close overpowering. And even though you sat down to watch your new show multiple times through the week, you were only about three episodes in since you kept having to rewind it, interrupted by too many impromptu make-out sessions to count. 

The hardest part of it all was figuring out what to do with himself during the day while you were at work. He’d made more “progress” on his amends than anticipated – though they weren’t doing shit to improve his nightmares like Raynor kept insisting – and he had accompanied Yori on a handful of different outings, but he only had the stomach to bear those for so long. And Bucky didn’t like lounging around in his own apartment much anymore, finding it too bland and empty. It only served to remind him where he started, and how much your apartment felt like home. 

That first day he’d had nothing else to do, he’d emptied the dishwasher. Another day he dusted all of the areas you were too short to reach. And last night after realizing you had laundry to take care of, he’d piped up to offer his help, which had resulted in teaching him how you liked doing your laundry – and subsequently, how to use the machine. 

Which led him to where he was now, spending his Friday afternoon folding a basket of your combined laundry with another load in the dryer. And if he was being completely fair, most of this first basket was his. So when he reached into the hamper and pulled out something lacy and delicate and…

Oh. 

He should have been embarrassed by the fact that his cock twitched in his pants at the sight of your underwear… if he could even call them that. But he was just a man. A man from the 1940s no less. The thought of you in nothing but nothing but these tiny, see-through panties, accentuating your already perfect ass… he didn’t stand a chance. 

The longer he thought about that sight, painting you up like his own personal pin-up poster in his head, the weaker he got. He’d tried to set them aside and forget about them, bury them in your pile of clothes so they were out of sight entirely, but the boner straining against his jeans didn’t allow him that luxury. 

Bucky had managed to finish folding the laundry and setting it aside to put away later, though not without his mind wandering to other places. How often did you wear them? Why hadn’t he noticed you wearing them? Why did you hide it from him? Was it part of a matching set? 

He was a goner. He wasn’t going to be able to ignore this one, he would have to do something about it or else he was going to implode. He went to glance at his watch to see how long it would be until you got home, not wanting to risk an awkward situation, but the second he did his phone buzzed in his pocket. 

River and I managed to sneak away early, I’m on my way home as we speak!! 🙌

Your timing couldn’t have been more perfect. He could wait until you got home, he could absolutely wait for you. As he went to reply, he saw you typing out another message. 

We don’t have to be at Jay and Charlie’s for dinner until later tonight, maybe we could watch a few episodes of our show until we have to go?

That does sound fun, but I have something else in mind.

I’m all ears, whatcha got planned??

You’ll just have to find out when you get here.

…

You were almost giddy in anticipation when you reached the top of the stairs to your apartment, Bucky’s mysterious plans for the evening having spurred your imagination the whole drive home. But as you turned your key in the lock, you still had no clue what he could possibly have up his sleeve, pushing the door open in the hopes that you’d have your answers soon. 

But you were coming home to Bucky Barnes. You should have known better. 

Stepping into your apartment, you smiled wide when you found the culprit sitting back on the couch waiting for you. God he was a sight… Legs spread wide as he took up as much room as possible, and a smug grin on his face as he watched you take your shoes off at the door. 

“Hi, Buck!” you called sweetly as you hung your purse up beside his leather jacket. 

“Hey baby,” he replied, his voice deep and velvety. You hoped he couldn’t see the way your body reacted to it, a little bit of his Brooklyn peeking out with the endearment. Turning back around to face him, you saw that he’d leaned a little further back to prop his arms up against the back of the couch, silently inviting you to come join him. You didn’t need to be asked twice. “How was your day?” 

“It was good! Nothing too bad,” you answered with a shrug as you maneuvered around the coffee table to step up between his open legs. Now that you were within arms reach, he leaned forward to wrap his hands gently around your thighs, pulling you forward so you could sit in his lap. You settled into the position as his hands trailed up your body, brushing over your ass before resting on your hips while you straddled his lap. It was cozy to say the least. 

“That’s good,” he sighed, blue eyes traveling across your features now that you were so close. The low rumble of his husky voice sent a chill down your spine, which he definitely noticed. “How’d you and River accomplish playing hookie?” 

“We got everything done for the day. Technically they like us to stay and just work on whatever we can, but y’know…” You made a scrunchy face as you shrugged, earning you a deep chuckle from the man beneath you. He brought one of his hands up to hold your jaw, looking at you reverently as he waited for you to finish. “When they have what they need, they don’t really care to notice when two people slip out an hour early.” 

When you finished explaining, he pulled you down to press his soft lips against yours, slow and languid the way he did everytime he wanted to throw off your train of thought. As you kissed him back, you wrapped your arms around his neck and settled further into his lap. 

Bucky was the first to break the kiss, lingering mere centimeters away as he donned a mischievous grin, settling back against the couch. He pulled you back with him to keep your bodies pressed together, and the angle of your hips allowed you to finally sit comfortably over his. 

And the bulge in his pants. The impressive bulge… how hadn’t you noticed it until now? 

You tried to ignore it. “What have you been up to today?”  

“Nothing much, cleaned a little here and there. I started doing the laundry, but I found something while I was folding it earlier…” he explained, and you watched him expectantly as one of his hands left you to reach into his pocket. His voice was calm and smooth when he continued. “Do you want to tell me when you wore this lacy little black string and I had no idea?” 

Bucky held up his hand, and the lingerie you had worn the week before was dangling from his finger. 

You short circuited as you stared at the thong in question. 

“I- I didn’t have… I ran out of laundry,” you stammered, not quite as graceful as you’d hoped. “It was before your birthday. We weren’t, we hadn’t…” 

“I hadn’t fucked you on my fingers yet?” he rasped with a cocked eyebrow, heat shooting directly to your core. You managed to make a sound in confirmation to his lewd question, nodding weakly as he toyed with the garment in his hand. “Well, since I didn’t get to see it last time, I started thinking about how pretty you must’ve looked in them...” 

You felt like your brain was moving in slow motion while it was trying to process the flood of inappropriate thoughts rushing through your head, all of them featuring the man sitting beneath you. 

“I was curious if it was part of a set,” he continued, reaching up with his other hand to brush his thumb over your cheek, and you shivered in response. “But I was even more curious if you’d show me.” Your brows shot up on your forehead. 

“Are you gonna compare me to that picture you painted in your head?” You asked, trying to catch up to his advances, copying his flirtatious mood now that your body seemed to be waking up from the initial shock. 

“I don’t think comparing is a fair way to describe it… I jus’ wanna see how beautiful the real thing is,” he whispered, leaning forward to kiss you again and scrambling any thought in your mind that didn’t revolve around him. “What do you say, baby girl?” 

Instead of replying, you pressed one more chaste kiss on his lips before leaning back to watch his expression – dark, focused, and very aroused – before you slid your hands down from around his neck. With one hand resting on his chest next to his dog tags, you wrapped the other one around his extended arm, exploring his muscles until you reached his hand, snatching the thong from his grip. 

As you got up out of his lap and stood up from the couch, you could tell that he was in the same state you were just moments ago, mind blank save from you while his eyes remained on your figure. He made to get up and follow you, but you reached back out to push him down. 

“You gotta be patient, Sarge,” you murmured, letting your voice drop an octave to help create the illusion of a smooth temptress. Bucky’s brow shot up on his forehead and you watched him swallow as his rank left your lips, the corners of his lips turned up in his signature cocky grin. “I need time to make myself pretty for you.” 

“You’re already pretty, sweets,” he sighed, his hands coming up to grab at the one you had on his chest, turning it in his grasp to plant a soft kiss to your palm. You had to retreat before he turned you into a puddle. 

“I’ll call for you when I’m ready,” you settled on, letting your hand trail through his grasp as you walked away, and you definitely didn’t put an extra swing in your hips for him to watch as you went. 

At first it was hard to remember why you had insisted he stay in the living room while you changed, wanting nothing more than to feel his warm body around you as you did. To feel his soft touches while you slipped out of your clothes, have him pressed up against you while you revived your hair… But as you laid yourself out on the bed, draping yourself against the pillows in just the right position, you realized it was more than worth it when you called him back into the room. 

Bucky appeared at your bedroom door mere moments after he heard his name, and you watched his eyes dance across the thin layer of black lace that covered your breasts and wrapped around your ass as he leaned against the frame with his arms crossed over his chest. He drank in the sight before him, boyish grin growing gradually on his cheeks as he charted every detail of you he could see 

“What do you think?” you asked innocently, unable to keep the smile off your cheeks. 

“What do I think?” he asked exasperatedly, shaking his head in disbelief as he crossed the room. “I’ll show you what I think.” You giggled softly as he took long strides, appearing at the foot of the bed in no time and climbing onto the bed to crawl up your body, but you stopped him with pointed toes against his chest. His hands came up to caress your calf as he looked at you expectantly. 

“C’mon Barnes, even the playing field a little,” you drawled, dragging the cotton up the ridges of his abs to get your point across. 

“Yes ma’am,” he chuckled, and you watched with interest as he set your leg back down onto the bed to pull his shirt over his head. You watched the way his shoulders moved, how his muscles flexed as he tossed it across the room, and the moving plates of his left arm when he did. 

“You’re like a work of art,” you groaned, earning a belly laugh from the man towering over you, no stranger to the way you looked at him. When you thought that he’d be back on you, you watched in awe as he stepped back to shed his dark jeans. You gave him a look of surprise when he glanced back up at you, bent over as he unhooked the offending clothing from one of his ankles. 

“Thought you wanted me to even the playing field,” he snarked, smirking as he stepped out of his jeans and stood to his full height, and you saw the muscular thighs he always hides. The fact that they filled your head with dirty thoughts on their own probably meant something, but it was a fact nonetheless.

"I don't know if we're playing the same game," you giggled, and he furrowed his brows in confusion as he propped his hands up on his hips, accentuating just how broad his shoulders were. 

"What game are you playing?" 

“The one where you get back over here.” Bucky’s nose scrunched up the way you loved when he laughed, quickly remedying the situation by climbing back up onto the bed to pick back up where he left off. 

His hands made contact with you at your ankles, cool hands leaving goosebumps as they trailed up your legs to slide around your hips, fitting your ass into his large hands to find out just how much your panties didn’t cover. The vibranium sent a chill up your spine as his fingers moved up the small of your back, gliding over your skin to stop just below your breasts, toying with the edge of the lacy band. 

Before you could prompt him to keep exploring, Bucky propped himself up to nudge your nose with his, the only warning you got before he connected his lips to yours in a searing kiss. It was charged, hungry, depraved. It didn’t take long before he was teasing your lips with his tongue, begging for entrance. 

Right as you let him in, he nudged one of your legs to the side with his knee, making himself cozy between them. You let out a surprised gasp at the feeling of his body slotting so perfectly against yours – the weight of his erection barely concealed with his boxers and your string the only obstacles – but he swallowed the sound before it had a chance to go far, his tongue dominating your mouth with ease. 

Your hands instinctively reached up to his hair, raking your nails across his scalp as they traveled down, the vibrations of his near growl making you moan in return. The tips of your fingers trailed down the side of his neck, toying with the chain of his tags while he poured his soul into you. You clung onto his broad shoulders for a moment, the sheer size of them making your head spin, before your hands finally landed on top of his. Finding your grip, you gently urged him to adjust his hold on you, moving slowly until his mismatched hands were cupping your breasts beneath the lingerie. 

Bucky groaned, pulling away from the kiss to look between your bodies, his breath ragged as he rested his forehead against yours. He brushed his thumbs over your soft skin, entranced by the handful of your tits in his hands. When he gave a light squeeze, you took a sharp inhale and his gaze snapped up at you, his blue eyes completely lust-blown. 

“God, you’re so beautiful,” he breathed, catching your lips in a quick kiss and pulling away with your bottom lip between his teeth. Then he was diving right back in, his soft lips latching onto your jaw, planting kisses on the spot under your ear and along your neck. “So fucking beautiful.” 

You felt like you were floating as Bucky adored – worshiped – you. His lips dragged across your skin, stopping to litter each and every inch of your body with his affection. He kissed the skin where your neck met your shoulder and again across your collarbone, before he sucked on the skin just above your breasts, soft and pillowy enough to get a rise out of you while he left his mark. He glanced up at you as he moved lower, watching your reaction intently as he ever so delicately pushed the lace coverings aside. 

When his tongue laved over your nipple, your back arched off the bed to seek him out, feeling his satisfied grin before you saw it. Encouraged by your body’s reaction, he took your tit into his mouth, sucking lightly as he started massaging the other bud with his vibranium thumb. And when you finally looked back down to watch him, you could feel a new wave of arousal leaking out of you at the sight. 

Fuck he was hot. 

By the time he’d finished giving your other breast equal attention – having sucked, nipped, licked, and pinched both sets of perked nipples – you genuinely thought you might be able to cum just from this. Was that possible? Did it really matter if it was possible for James Barnes to accomplish it? 

He managed to drag himself away from them, giving you a sweet smile as he continued kissing down your body, hands caressing your sides as his lips ghosted over your sternum and traveled down to your stomach. And then there was a shift… where he had been cocky and sure, now he seemed to have lost some of that bravado, though no less eager as he adjusted his position. 

“What’s wrong, Buck?” you asked softly, your tone still smooth and seductive as you checked in. He gave you a quick smile as he inched down the bed so he could lay on the mattress and ease your ankles over his shoulders. 

“Nothing! Nothing… I just…” he trailed off, but you could tell there very clearly was something on his mind. 

“We don’t have to do anything.” 

“I want to do everything,” he rasped, and you took a second to let the shiver run though your body in reaction. 

“Mmm… like what?” you tested, and he placed a gentle kiss to the inside of your leg as he contemplated his answer. 

“Like burying my face between these pretty thighs,” he murmured, and in any other circumstance it would have ruined you. But he still wasn’t giving you a solid answer as to what was wrong. 

“What’s stopping you?” His eyes danced across your body as he mulled over whatever was plaguing him, and you reached down to comb his hair back soothingly, relaxing a little as he leaned into your touch.

“I uh… it’s been a really long time…” he whispered in admittance. “I just, I might be a bit rusty,” he laughed nervously, and you gave him a reassuring smile.  

“You’re already doing better than most,” you cooed, and when one eyebrow shot up on his forehead, you knew your words had exactly the effect you hoped they would. Because if there was one thing you knew about James Barnes, it’s that he was a giver, come hell or high water. 

And maybe the best way to make him forget about his insecurities is to tap into his giving nature. 

“Seriously?” he asked incredulously, and when you only nodded, he sighed in indignation. “Oh baby… I can make it so much better.” 

“Why don’t you show me?” you lilted, and it was like you had flipped a switch, watching the eager grin grow on his cheeks. 

Bucky took his eyes off of you to focus them at your core, swallowing hard when he was met with the see-through lace panties sitting in his way without blocking the view. You could tell that he was still nervous, even if just in the back of his mind. But he took his time tracing soothing patterns into the skin of your thighs before he took his right hand and hooked a finger into the delicate material, devastatingly slow as he pulled it off to the side. 

His warm tongue licked up through your folds, and you were only vaguely aware of the low moan that left your body of its own accord. You could feel the hesitation leave his body, finding his confidence the second he had his mouth on you. He attached his lips to your clit and groaned as he began lightly sucking on your bundle of nerves, the vibrations of his deep voice shooting just as much pleasure through you as his attention to your sex. Licking and sucking and teasing… 

“Fuck, James…” you breathed, your legs instinctively shuttering closed as he continued to work. He adjusted his grip on your body without detaching himself, sliding his arms underneath your ass so that he could reach up and slowly stretch your legs open as much as you would allow, giving him a better angle to admire your weeping pussy. 

You whined when he released your clit and began lapping at your juices like a man starved. It was hard trying to keep your eyes open to watch him, but you didn’t dare look away, not when his expert tongue was making you feel like you were floating. 

“You taste so good baby, I could live between your legs,” he rambled as he adjusted, flattening his tongue against you and licking one long stripe up your core. When he shot his tongue through your entrance you couldn’t hold in your gasp, hands flying to his hair as the sensation rippled through your body, only encouraged by the groan he let out in response. 

Bucky was your only tether to reality, finding it hard to focus on anything but the pleasure he brought you as he was properly fucking you on his tongue. He licked just the right spot against your walls and buried himself even further to add the tip of his nose into the equation, nudging at your clit as he devoured you, and you could say with confidence that you had never felt this good in your life. 

The familiar coil tightening in your belly came far sooner than you ever could have anticipated, building rapidly when he didn’t let up. His tongue licked up inside you and your legs began to shake, but he held them open with his firm grip, and you wondered whether his fingers would leave marks there in the morning. 

“Bucky,” you whined, reeling when your entire body tingled, tightening your grip on his hair ever so slightly as he continued to work. 

“Easy sweets, I got you,” he cooed as he came up for air. “Relax for me, just let me take care of you.” When he went back down for more, burying his nose into your folds as his tongue continued teasing your entrance, your mouth hung open as your eyes rolled back. 

The sensation was overwhelming, and the thought that he knew what he was doing to you somehow made it that much better. He flicked his tongue against your sensitive walls, pressed his nose against your clit with just the right amount of pressure, and the burn of his stubble against the soft skin of your folds as he rubbed his jaw against you made your head spin. 

With one more stroke of his tongue, the only warning you could give was another sharp tug on his scalp before he sent you hurtling over the edge, bathing in the immense pleasure of your climax while he drank from you. Your blood felt like fire, lighting you up from the inside, and you swore your body was teetering on the line between this universe and the next. 

When your soul finally descended back to your body where it was sprawled out across the bed, you cracked your eyes open to glance down at the man who was still holding your legs open, watching you intently as he gently licked the mess from your sensitive pussy. 

“How’re you feelin’?” he rasped, only pausing from his ministrations to check in with you. You smiled sheepishly as you gave a pleased hum in reply, and he chuckled under his breath. 

You laid like that for a few moments, silently basking in his attention as you caught your breath. But the longer you did, the more he started to tease you. The tip of his tongue dancing around your entrance without going in, swirling around your clit just enough to make you jolt, pausing every few moments to press sweet kisses to the inside of your thighs – which were now wet with your release. 

And your traitorous body was acting of its own accord, clearly having decided that you were in no place to be taking the reins. Every intentional lick of his was met with an involuntary reaction from you, husky groans were met with weak moans, and his hand caressing your thigh was rewarded with another scratch of your fingernails across his scalp. 

“Gonna be the death of me,” he murmured into your skin, taking another pause to litter kisses up the expanse of your leg. Bucky’s eyes finally met yours, and you took account of the lingering lust filling his gaze, followed by a cocky grin. 

In those few seconds, you came to the realization that he wasn’t done with you. Not by a long shot. 

When his thick fingers began massaging your folds, your eyes shut as your head hit the pillow, clenching around nothing as the feeling hit you. There hadn’t been time to recover from your first climax thanks to Bucky’s careful attention, and your pussy was very reactive to even the slightest of his touches. 

You didn’t imagine it took long for him to coat his fingers in your juices, but when he slowly pushed one finger inside your puffy walls, you were still surprised at how effortless he’d done it. And if the groan he let out was any indication, it had taken him by surprise as well. 

“So wet for me, sweets,” he whispered, and when you managed to lift your head enough to look at him, you found his eyes trained on your pussy, watching in awe as he began to pump his finger in and out of you. It was making you squirm, the feeling too much and not enough all at the same time. 

“I can’t- Buck, I need-” you whimpered, unsure how to communicate the intensity of what you were feeling. But before you could try to get any other word out he managed to read your mind, perfectly tuned in to your body as he inserted one more finger, and your jaw fell open at the stretch. 

“There you go baby, doin’ so good for me.” The words had barely left his lips before he was leaning down again, and you cried out when he was licking at your clit, never slowing the rhythm of his digits. 

The more you squirmed, the harder he sucked on your clit, his tongue circling the bundle of nerves when you started to get too still for his liking. The more you moaned in unintelligible pleasure, the faster he fucked you on his fingers. He was keeping you in a toe curling fog of euphoria, not allowing you a moment's rest before he was igniting new waves of ecstasy through your tired body. 

You were still riding the high of your last orgasm when the overwhelming amount of stimulation sent you hurtling towards a second climax. You didn’t even have the time to realize you were approaching it before it hit you like a tidal wave. Only held open by one of his strong hands, your legs snapped shut around his head – which earned a growl that you swore you felt through your veins – the tingling in your body like an electric shock as your jaw dropped, letting out a loud whine. 

For a moment, everything was a haze. The world beyond your eyelids was a cloud, foggy sounds dancing around your ears, and you felt vague sensations through your body that you knew you couldn’t count on being able to decipher. For that moment, even before your rapid heartbeat and labored breaths had a chance to reach your consciousness, your mind was peacefully blank of everything but Bucky. 

And that’s exactly who brought you out of your trance, your breathing hard as you came back down to earth, and you were only just becoming aware of the feeling of emptiness as he spoke gently. 

“You still with me, pretty girl?” You used all of your willpower to be able to open your eyes and look down at him, seeing a handsome smile spread across his face. “There she is,” he sighed, and you smiled back bashfully. 

“There I am,” you murmured, and Bucky gave a breathy chuckle. Then he was crawling up your body again, nothing but tenderness in his eyes as he held your gaze, arms sliding underneath your tired body to hold you close while he hovered above you. 

“How’d I do?” he asked playfully, and when you gave a very enthusiastic hum in agreement, he laughed again before leaning down to press his lips to yours. You tasted yourself on his tongue, and the images of him devouring you flashed across the back of your eyelids, sending a new chill down your spine. 

He kissed you like that a few times, slow and gentle like he often did when he was trying to communicate all the emotions he didn’t know how to voice. He wasn’t trying to push you, or work you up for anything you weren’t ready for. He just wanted you. 

He parted from your lips and gave a sweet kiss to your cheek before he nuzzled himself into the crook of your neck, your hands instinctively raising to rest on his back as you spoke. 

“How long did we…?” You trailed off, and you felt him smile against your neck as he eased his right hand out from under you to glance at the very nice black and gold watch on his wrist – a parting gift from the Wakandan princess he’d told you once. 

“Long enough that we took up the entire hour you stole from work,” he teased, wrapping himself back around you and giving you a tight squeeze. You, on the other hand, only groaned. 

“That means we’re gonna have to get ready to go to Jay and Charlie’s soon,” you sighed in defeat as you started playing with his hair, wanting nothing more than to just cuddle up with your super soldier for eternity. 

“What is it that we’re doing again?” You heard, muffled as he spoke into your skin. “I know you told me, but I was… preoccupied.” He pressed a light kiss to your neck as you remembered trying to tell him about the text you’d gotten from Charlie, being interrupted a handful of times when he would grab your face and cut you off with a kiss. 

“They invited us over to their place for dinner and drinks so we could all catch up, since some of us have been missing Saturday nights at Morelli’s,” you answered pointedly. After kitchen makeouts that lasted longer than they should have and birthday trips to New York, you and Bucky had only made it to a handful of nights at the diner, and you were at risk of becoming notorious for ditching to do… other things at home. 

“Were those her exact words?” he asked, and you giggled as you nodded in reply. “That’s- the diner is where we hang out, if some of us don’t make it, we wait until next week. We’re gonna be there tomorrow night anyway,” he defended, very much playing the part of the grumpy old recluse. 

“Oh, okay… so you don’t want to see them?” He hesitated a moment before he answered, and you couldn’t help the knowing grin that crept onto your face. 

“I didn’t say that,” he grumbled, shaking his head against you, tickling your skin with his nose. “They’re great, good people, we have a fun time… But maybe I don’t exactly want to have to share you so soon after you get home on Friday nights.” 

“Buck, I’ve been home for an entire hour,” you giggled. “And we took advantage of it,” you added suggestively, and he smiled mischievously as his lips migrated down to your collarbone. 

“Not long enough,” he husked, starting to press more kisses there. “How long until we need to leave?” 

“Maybe another hour?” 

“Perfect,” he sighed. Before you could question him, he sucked lightly on your neck, a gasp sneaking up out of you at the sensation. “Gives us just enough time to have a little bit more fun…” He laved over your skin with his tongue before placing a kiss there, leaning back so that he could look to you for your answer. 

You wished you could have said yes. You really really did.

“If we start, you and I both know we won’t stop anytime soon, and I’ve still got to take a shower,” you reasoned, hoping you could communicate how much you wanted to keep going. But he read you like a book, like he always did, and his gaze softened as his eyes danced over your features. 

“Then let’s get you that shower,” he grinned, and before you could process his statement he was already lifting you up into his arms, keeping your legs wrapped around his hips as he rose to his knees. 

You laughed the whole way as he crossed your small bedroom, your practically naked body clinging to his equally exposed one. One hand cupped your ass and squeezed it playfully, and the other ran soothing patterns up your back as he walked you through the small apartment. When he walked into the bathroom, you were instantly pressed up against the wall. The hand that had been on your back was now cradling your jaw, the pad of his thumb brushing your cheek as he took a moment to admire you, running his tongue over his pink lips. 

He leaned in to kiss you again, physically unable to hold himself back. You should have been disappointed in your lack of self-control, but it was so hard to be mad at how good it felt when you kissed him back. Especially when he was pressing you further into the wall behind you, his hips coming into very close contact with yours, allowing you to feel the erection that was still very present beneath his boxers. 

You gave an experimental roll of your hips, delighted by the grunt that escaped him in response. His hands were quick as they flew to your waist, inching up to slide under the black lace that was still covering your breasts, and you wasted no time in lifting your hands so that he could delicately slide the material off of your body. 

But when you expected him to lean in to continue kissing you, he stayed back. His hands traveled down to your thighs, easing your legs from around his waist to set you gently on the floor. His fingers dipped underneath the thin band of your thong, dropping to his knees before you as he started sliding the material down your legs. And you had never felt so treasured, so adored as when he took each of your ankles in his hands, and gently slid the lingerie off of each foot before returning them back to the tile floor. 

When he stood back up to his full height, he only left you with a chaste kiss to your lips before he pulled away again, moving towards the shower to start turning on the water. And while goosebumps appeared on your skin, no longer having his warm body to heat you, he did leave you with a nice view. Back muscles sculpted by an artist, muscular legs that stood strong and steady, and his boxers only helped accentuate his ass, tempting that little goblin voice in the back of your head that wanted to reach out and smack it… 

He turned around after having tested the water, smiling sweetly as he took your face in his hands, kissing your cheek. “D’you want me to go set your clothes out while you get showered?” he asked, and you scrunched your nose in disappointment. 

“You’re not gonna come with me?” His brows shot up on his head and he swallowed hard, clearly not having expected that question. “My legs are so shaky, I don’t think I’ll be able to stand up by myself,” you whined playfully, your cheap trick at least earning you a grin. 

He let out a breath in exasperation as he debated his answer. “You’re trouble,” he whispered, and you only giggled in response. “Alright, c’mon.” 

You were maybe a little bit too giddy when you kissed him excitedly, reaching for his hand to try and pull him behind you as you scurried up to the shower. Bucky stood rooted to the spot, and when you turned to ask why, he was grinning as he cocked one eyebrow up in question. 

“My legs are shaky, I can’t stand up by myself,” he taunted, and you scoffed as you tried to come up with another excuse. 

“I- just for a few steps, thank you very much,” you shot back, and he laughed as he let your hand go. 

“Go on,” he smiled, nodding towards the shower. “I’ll follow after you.” You looked at him for another moment, taking note of his almost antsy manner, and it probably shouldn’t have taken you so long to realize your request came with another first…. 

Those boxers were coming off. 

You smiled sweetly as you turned to step through the sliding door into the shower, thoughts swarming your head about what was about to happen. Was he nervous? Was he eager? Was he big? 

Stop it. 

As you got settled underneath the warm stream of water, your legs began to tremble beneath you – both with anticipation of what was coming, but also from exertion. Your body was just barely managing to keep you upright with all the … exercise. 

There was enough of a pause that you began to wonder what to do with yourself. You could only see a vague shape of him from the other side of the pebbled glass, but it wasn’t enough to be able to determine what he might be doing – or wearing, for that matter. You didn’t want to start washing yet, wanting to at least preserve your makeup until he had a chance to get in and get… situated. Instead you waited patiently, if not awkwardly, as the water beat against your chest. 

Your heart almost leapt out of your chest when you heard him slide the shower door back just enough to let himself in, and you could feel the presence of his large frame entering the small space behind you. 

Before you even had a moment to overthink anything, you felt him run his knuckles up your spine, and you shivered despite his warm touch. He fit both of his hands around your waist, his firm grip kneading your muscles as they wandered soothingly up your body. He slid them around your middle before leaning closer, kissing your shoulder before tucking into the crook of your neck. 

Then his chest met your back. His broad shoulders crowded around yours, his body caging you in and wrapping you up in his body heat… and his boner rested against the small of your back as he closed in around you. 

Fuck… this wasn’t going to be a quick shower. 

“Hi” his deep voice broke the silence. You hummed in amusement as you leaned into him, resting one hand over his and lifting the other to play with the stubble on his jaw. 

“Hi,” you lilted back, capable of little else. You rested your head against his shoulder, and you soaked up the feeling of having him so close to you, tangled in each other. It was domestic, peaceful even. 

Except for the fact that you were already working yourself up again with his dick pressed into your back. 

“I uh, I just want to say that this isn’t- I’ve been like this since before you got home, so…” he started, nudging the tip of his nose into your skin, and couldn’t help the smile that rose to your cheeks. “We can just ignore it, I don’t want you to think that… I- it’ll go away eventually.” 

“Bucky, have you been hard for over an hour?” you asked, your voice smooth and silky. You couldn’t help yourself… He nodded gently as he continued kissing your neck, sucking lightly just under your jaw. 

“I found that string and I just… I couldn’t stop thinking about you,” he murmured, and you could feel your already swollen center start lighting up again, slick with another round of arousal. 

“Why didn’t we do anything about it?” you asked seductively, leaning back and rolling your hips to try and rub up against him. His grip tightened on you – which meant that you had accomplished exactly what you tried to – and he stood back up to his full height, keeping you close to his chest as he looked down at you with a cocked brow. 

“I’m sorry, what do you think we’ve been doing?” he sassed, and you scoffed. 

“That was just for me, you didn’t get anything out of it,” you retorted, but where you expected him to agree with you, he only grinned. 

“I would beg to differ,” he whispered, bringing goosebumps to your skin. The thought of him getting off on eating you out, rutting into the mattress while he had his head between your legs… 

You turned in his grasp so you could wrap your arms around his neck, pressing your wet, naked bodies together as you pulled him down for a kiss. You could tell you’d caught him by surprise, but he was quick to catch up to your hungry advances, and you let him in the second his tongue licked at your lips. As your mouths moved together desperately, your bodies did as well, your hips rocking against him as the weight of his erection pressed into your stomach. 

His hands gripped your hips firmly again, pulling you with him as he took a step back, leaning against the back wall of your small shower. Your legs slotted together, intertwining with his as the two of you got as close to each other as physically possible, putting most of your weight in his hands. 

He broke the kiss and rested his forehead against yours, taking a moment to calm his heavy breathing before he spoke. “I thought you said we didn’t have time for anything else,” he breathed, the blue of his eyes only a thin rim surrounding his lust-blown pupils. You shrugged your shoulders in response, and he grinned as he shook his head. “We’re gonna be late,” he reasoned. 

“They can wait for us, they’ll manage,” you countered, sliding one hand from around his neck and trailing down the planes of his body. Over his large pecs – which, with your remaining willpower, you did not smack – and down the hard ridges of his abs. “You’ve waited long enough.” His eyelids fluttered as he watched your hand move across his body, and when you looked down to meet his gaze, you probably should have been embarrassed by the sound that left you. 

Bucky was big. 

His cock was long and thick, enough that you knew it would be a comfortably wonderful stretch, and his uncut tip was practically begging for attention. You took your time bringing the hand that had explored his body to his shaft, giving him plenty of time to stop you, but he simply watched as you wrapped your fingers just beneath his head to pull away the foreskin. 

Bucky took a sharp breath as you revealed the red, leaking tip, swollen with his need for release. Your gaze snapped up to his face when he did, taking great pleasure in watching his eyes shut, his head softly hitting the shower wall as you brushed your thumb under the sensitive spot below his head. 

“Shit,” he sighed, sending heat directly to your core. “That feels- fuck, that feels good.” You smiled sweetly at his words, leaning in to attach your lips to his collarbone to press soft kisses there, collecting some of his precum on your thumb to spread down the length of him. 

You started your slow movements, the silky skin of his cock slid through your fingers easily with the help of his arousal, but his hands were restless. The warm hand at your hip was roaming your skin, unsure of where to go while the vibranium of his left hand found your breasts and squeezed. You gasped in response as he let out a long groan, encouraging you to speed up your pace. 

You were enchanted by the sounds he was making, his deep voice impossibly sexier when it was laced with blissful pleasure. You twisted your wrist as your grip moved up and down his length, eliciting even more of a reaction out of the super soldier as you worked his erection with careful attention, his rumbling moans as good an indication as any that you were making him feel just as good as when he was devouring you not too long ago. 

Bucky’s restless hands continued wandering, his left one now grabbing you behind your neck after massaging your breasts, and lifting you head up so that he could look at you. His right hand slipped around the curve of your ass, using his grip as leverage to pull you closer, and slamming his pink lips against yours again. His tongue danced with yours while his rough hand explored you, traveling lower to wrap your leg around his hip, trailing down the inside of your thigh when he was confident that you weren’t going anywhere. 

The hand on his dick stopped momentarily when he slipped one thick finger through your folds, your walls immediately clenching around him. You let out a whimper and he swallowed the sound as he pumped his finger inside you, doing your best to keep jerking him off… But when he pushed a second finger through your slick, you involuntarily tightened your grip, causing him to break the kiss with a grunt. 

 “It’s been so long, I don’t- shhhhit, I’m not gonna last,” he whined, eliciting another hum as you brushed your thumb over his tip. 

“It’s okay, baby,” you assured, using the arm draped around his neck – keeping you upright as he continued fucking you on his fingers – to rub soothing patterns into his skin, leaning up to press a chaste kiss to his cheek. “Just relax, Buck, tell me what you need.” 

“I- just faster, please.” 

You gripped his cock a little tighter and did exactly as he asked, speeding up your pace and being sure to hit that sweet spot just under his swollen head. The faster you went, the faster he pumped his fingers into you, and after cumming on his tongue twice, it wasn’t going to take long for him to get you there again. 

He smashed his lips into yours once more, but you were so drunk on each other that neither of you could manage much more than lingering kisses as you put all of your focus in getting the other off. Grunts, whines, moans, and whimpers of pleasure floated like music around you, unsure of who made what sound. His fingers reached that spot inside you that made you see stars, and you switched to short and fast strokes at his tip. 

“Honey, I’m- I-” he warned, his cock throbbing in your hand. 

“Cum with me, James,” you whispered, clinging to him like your life depended on it. 

He pumped his fingers a little bit faster, you matched his pace, and with a few more strokes both of you were gone. This third climax hit you softer than the other ones, your body only having so much left to give, but it allowed you to watch in awe as the man in your hands fell apart. 

Bucky let out a choked cry, his hands stilling inside of you as he rested his forehead against yours, eyes shut tight as he let the sensations consume him. You slowed your hands and kept your fingers circled around his head, prolonging his climax as you leaned forward enough to press your lips to his in a sweet kiss as you rode out your highs together. His dick pulsed in your hand as he shot ropes of cum over your hand and across his heaving chest, a low satisfied hum vibrating through him as the tension left his large frame. 

When his spend trickled down at his tip, he slumped against the wall, inadvertently taking you with him. You let go of his already softening dick to cling to his shoulders as you fell into his hold, his fingers sliding out of your tired pussy to wrap his arms around your middle and hold you close. 

“We should have done that in New York,” he breathed, making you laugh as you rested your head against his shoulder, feeling the vibration of his amusement through his chest. 

“You could have carried me to the shower with you, I would have been more than willing,” you lilted, placing barely there kisses across the base of his neck. 

He squeezed you a little bit tighter. “Ohhh don’t tease me like that right now,” he warned. “I’ve discovered the serum gave me a uh… a very quick recovery time. We don’t exactly have time for another round,” he explained, and you had a hard time keeping a straight face at his predicament. 

“Oh, but it’s so tempting,” you teased, and when you lifted your head up off of his shoulder you were met with a stern glare. “Alright I won’t… Bit of a blessing and a curse, I take it?” 

“Apparently,” he huffed indignantly, rolling eyes as you hummed in amusement. You gave him one more kiss on the cheek before standing back up on your own two feet, and his eyes watched you carefully. 

“Well, we’re gonna be super late as it is, let’s not give them too much satisfaction,” you muttered, earning you a cocked grin and a small amused huff. “C’mon, help me reach the shampoo and I’ll wash your hair,” you offered, watching his face soften at your request before he gripped you tight and stood to his full height. 

He wasn’t wrong about a quick recovery, already practically back to normal as he walked you back into the stream of hot water. And even though you’d been through more orgasms in the last hour or so than you’d ever had in a single day – at least with a man’s assistance – you wanted to live in this sweet moment for the rest of time. Savoring the feeling of holding him close, being so intimate with each other as you lathered soap into his skin, and relishing in his firm touches as he washed your back. 

Showering with Bucky was definitely going on the list of things to start doing more often. That, and a few other things… 

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Masterlist | Ch. 13 | Ch. 15

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An anon asked for a tutorial on how I make gifs, so here we go! 

I believe that everyone with a decent computer can learn how to make gifs. 

The programs I use are 

Vapoursynth

Photoshop

Topaz denoise (a lot of people don’t use this) 

This is the gif I will be making in this tutorial!

Step 1. Find what you want to gif! 

Download the video you want to gif in the best quality you can find. This is where ts files are really good! Personally I don’t really mind giffing only 1080p videos, but better the quality, better the gif! 

Step 2. Crop it using vapoursynth! 

Using vapoursynth is a whole tutorial in itself. You can still make gifs without vapoursynth (or avisynth as some people use). You can just crop the gif in photoshop to the size you want. Vapoursynth is just good at doing so without losing a lot of the quality! 

The width for tumblr posts are 540px (one gif), 268px (two gifs) and 177px for the outer gifs and 178px for the middle gif, when making three gifs!

This site has everything you need for vapoursynth!

I don’t really have any set settings. I switch it up a lot, but these are my settings for this gif!

Step 3. Import gif to photoshop!

(My photoshop is in Danish, but it should be the same place in any other language). 

You do this by going files > import > video frames to layers 

Then you choose the video you got from vapoursynth (if you didn’t use vapoursynth, you just choose the part of your original video you wanted!) 

Now we have a basic gif!

Step 4. Colouring! 

Now the fun part comes! We colour the gif! This is where your gif truly becomes your gif! Every content creator has their own style of colouring and it really just takes time to find what you really like! Just do whatever you like! 

These are the ones you use for colouring! Just play around!

Here we have the gif with colour! I’m not going to do a colouring tutorial, because colouring is really just up to the person making the gif! 

These are the adjustments I’ve used on this! 

Again, sorry for the Danish! 

Here are some of my psds (tho I always make a new one every time I do a gifset)! I feel like there’s a lot to learn through looking at other people’s psds! Just have fun with it! 

Step 5. Sharpen (and topaz) 

I more or less always sharpen the same way on every gif (depending on how sharp it already is). 

To sharpen you have to make sure you’re working as a smart object! You have to make the frame animation into a timeline and the layerss into a smart object!

Timeline:

Smart object: Select all layers > filter > convert to smart

(or select all layers > right click > convert to smart)

It has to look like this 

To sharpen you go to filter > sharpen > smart sharpen 

These are my settings: 

Then I go to topaz denoise! I don’t really have any set settings for this, I just do whatever feels right in the moment. Topaz denoise is also a whole other thing, but it’s easy once you figure it out! I made a video on how to use Topaz here (to help someone who asked)

Because I don’t like my gifs way too sharp, I always add a blur at 20-30% opasity! 

Step 6. Save the gif!

Before saving the gif, make sure everything is as you want it to be! You also have to remember to set the frame delay! I usually go for 0.05 or 0.06!

To save go to files > export > save for web 

These are my settings! 

And there you have it! A finished gif!

If you are more of a visual video learner, here is a video I made of my giffing like over a year ago for a challenge! 

My colouring has changed a lot since then tho! I also didn’t sharpen and use topaz in photoshop (I used a lot in vapoursynth)

I hope this was at least a little helpful! ^8^

[pharawee]

Okay so after 4 gifsets it’s time for my review of Big Dragon ep 4. Just for me. As a treat.

And we’re already halfway through this series. How did this happen? I feel like I spent the whole year just waiting and now it’s all going by so fast. I’m lowkey hoping for StarHunter to continue promoting MosBank together, if only so they’ll do more travel vlogs.

Also, if possible (yep, still biased) this show has become even better. I’m mostly just someone who gets pulled in by the mood of a show, but this time I really tried paying attention to the motifs the director and actors have mentioned before - like the colour coding, cinematography and Mangkorn’s and (especially) Yai’s comfort levels. 

And it’s really paying off:

Look how subdued Mangkorn’s signature colour is here. He’s literally fading into the background, with his and Hong’s father taking control over his (and Hong’s) life. I’m glad that it’s immediately established that both mum’s are super uncomfortable with this whole situation. They’re not even indulging their husbands. Mangkorn’s mum even makes it clear later that arranged marriages are a thing of the past (and I’m super glad they put that in) and that if Mangkorn were to speak to his dad he’d back off.

But more on that later.

I’ve read the novel but still, I’m glad Mangkorn and Hong get along so well. I mean, they’re essentially in the same boat (negl their dads get along so well, they should just marry each other ugh). Plus, I’m super tired of the “female rival” trope in BL. It’s distracting and unfair to everyone involved.

And, yeah, maybe I don’t know what I’m talking about, but Mangkorn’s colour makes a bit of a return in this scene - even though he’s wearing the same shirt.

Yai’s family crisis, meanwhile, lies in the past and I’m really glad his sister tells him so outright. I mean, it’s immediately clear that the death of his mother is something that’s deeply troubling to Yai and has shaped him as a person - to the point were he refuses to move on. To him the house is empty and I totally get why he doesn’t want to stay for long. His sister, in contrast, finds it peaceful and relaxing out in the garden, even at night (and with about 300 mosquitos around 🥴).

Only then, of course, Yai makes the “female rival” a thing. You do it to yourself, Yai (I mean, with good reason - seeing as they’re both known womanizers). I’m glad that the show subverts this whole trope early on and makes it all about Yai’s insecurities. There’s only 8 episodes, nobody’s got time for that. In the novel it wasn’t as clear because Hong turned up much later when Mangkorn had already explained the whole thing. Yai only had breadcrumbs and suspicions to go on and of course he drew the wrong conclusions.

And because Mangkorn has lost access to his LINE ID (possibly because *someone* decided to destroy his phone) he decides to wait for Yai in front of his faculty building. For hours. That’s some dedication.

And, honestly, pouting back at someone who’s pouting might be the most valid strategy I’ve ever seen. Put that UNO reverse card away or so help me!! 😤

I really, really love Mangkorn’s shirt. And I love how their individual colours get more similar when they’re not fighting/testing their boundaries and just being themselves. It’s like they’re on neutral ground here.

And, holy shit, every second of that scene was so adorable, from their playful banter to their not-so hidden smiles.

Oh, how the turntables. This time it’s Mangkorn’s turn to ask if Yai has been to supervise the pub’s renovations today (he hasn’t because it’s boring without Mangkorn).

Which brings us to my favourite scene of this week.

Just look how soft these two are 🥺

And they’re in neutral colours again, on neutral territory, with Mangkorn dispensing a piece of wisdom that rings rather hollow considering that this “sacrifice” he mentions is impossible to achieve in his own case (unless at this point in the story he actually considers marrying Hong out of filial piety).

We also catch a glimpse of Yai’s family ring. Surprise - there’s a tiger on it.

Kissing Yai (and it was such a sweet kiss - I just wish it hadn’t been in slow motion) doesn’t really bring the closure Mangkorn probably hoped for - if he planned for any of this at all. Because as dominant (with a small d - I’m talking personality traits because I’ve no idea about any of the rest) as he might seem, I feel like he’s just as much out of his depth as Yai is. He’s just much better at keeping his cool (and the upper hand).

This is one of the pics Yai stares at as he masturbates and negl, that’s kind of touching (full pun intended 🤡)

But apart from the fact that he’s still wearing his ring while he goes to town (ouch??) it struck me how lonely and unsatisfying this whole scene felt. He’s in this big bed and occupying only one side of it. It just feels like something’s missing.

Oh ffs, show 😂

Anyway.

Finally. 🫠

No but seriously if at any point in the future you don’t find me stanning Big Thanakorn then please assume I’ve been replaced by an impostor and call the police.

I’m totally with Yai on this one.

Bank has said that when Yai is with Nine he’s in his comfort zone and it really shows. I don’t think Nine is any serious competition, though, even if Mangkorn weren’t in the picture. It’s like Yai is on this fixed trajectory now and that has everything to do with Mangkorn.

Oh well, looks like Big’s character will end up alone again. Why must you hurt me so, StarHunter? 🥲

Aand we’re back to Mangkorn wearing a red shirt (with red back-lighting uh-oh) and... how do you even explain this, Mangkorn? The girl slipped? She wanted to see your tattoo up close? You actually caught a glimpse of Yai talking to Nine and this is your revenge? 

“How could you do that?”, indeed.

Feels like they’re both blaming and deflecting here (ah, yes, how could you do this to poor Hong??) and I’m pretty sure we’ll see Mangkorn’s side of the story next week because they wouldn’t just leave it like that...

But Mangkorn’s “Are you mad because you like me?” really felt like a gamechanger because it seems like up until this point Yai didn’t even realise. He doesn’t even look defensive or angry, he’s just shocked and hurt (with a side of confusion).

Also, I love how Yai’s background is all cold blues, and Mangkorn’s side is earthy browns/reds. Something’s about to go down next week ( and it’s exactly what it sounds like 🤡)

Meanwhile, the bodyguards have monkey-pawed their relationship into existence and now I want some Tao Kae Noi 😭

[rahleeyah]

I always loved fandom. I joined Twitter because I wanted to share my excitement and talk about the show (svu/OC) in depth. Now I'm really disheartened by the bullying going on between the fans (especially in the same fraction). I wanted to try Tumblr but it's so much harder to connect with people. Do you have any tips?

I'm sorry that Twitter got you down and I'm really glad you asked bc I think you're not the only person who's just come to Tumblr for the first time and Tumblr is a little different so I can see it being difficult to get started, esp coming from Twitter. I'm gonna start at the beginning and make like a primer, you have probably already done some of these things but I'm gonna throw it out there for everybody.

The first thing you're gonna wanna do is make sure you have your blog set up. Have a pfp, have a blog title and some description - doesn't have to be a description of you, could be a quote you like or anything, just put something in there so it's not completely blank. A lot of old timers will block a blank blog automatically bc it looks like spam.

Once your blog is set up, go to settings, dashboard preferences, and turn off best stuff first. When this is turned off, the posts from blogs you follow will appear on your dashboard in chronological order. When it's on, they'll appear according to how many notes they have, and you'll miss posts and no one wants that. Once you've been around for a while you may want to turn off "in your orbit" and "based on your likes" bc those add suggested posts to your dash, not necessarily from people you follow, but that may be helpful in the beginning. While you're in there make sure you have asks turned on so people can send you messages.

Once you've done that, go reblog some things. On Twitter if you like a post it gets pushed to your followers, and likes boost a post and put it in front of more eyeballs. Here likes don't do that. They add to notes, but note counts only matter for the features I just mentioned, and most people have them turned off. Reblog is the way to go.

To find things to reblog, go to the tags, and look for stuff you like. Search the svu tag, but search the characters too. Search Elliot Stabler, Olivia Benson. Search svuedit. Tags automatically appear in order based on note count, you can switch that to "most recent" so you can see everything.

When you reblog, add tags of your own! If you reblog a post and tag it svu it won't appear in the svu tag, only the original post will. But if you tag everything svu related you can go to your blog, and filter by just that tag, and see everything #svu you've reblogged. It's a curation system. If a gifset makes you feel something, put that in the tags, too! If you see a set and you're moony over eo holding hands, put that in the tags of your reblog. It'll make the creator feel good, and it'll make you stand out.

If there's a text post in there with some interesting points, reblog it and add your thoughts! Or check the notes, see if other people are having conversations in there. Once you've reblogged some things and your blog isn't blank, talk to people in the notes.

Pls reblog a fic post if you like it, the writer will love you for it.

While you're in the tags, check out who's posting. If someone made something you like, follow them! Go to their blog, click on their tags - a lot of people use special tags to archive their original content on their blogs. I use #my gifs. So if you go to my blog, and you see a gifset I made, and you click on the my gifs tag, you'll see all my gifs. Like as many as you want. Reblog as many as you want. People don't get suspicious if you interact with an old post; you're supposed to. Go through my whole blog and like a hundred posts in a row, I'll love you for it. Twitter is all about what's happening now; Tumblr doesn't care about immediacy. It's supposed to be an archive and you're supposed to scroll as deep and as long as you want.

When you interact with posts - like, reblog, comment, whatever - when you follow people, you're putting yourself out there. They may click thru to your blog, they may not. But if they do, and they like what you've reblogged, they may follow you back. If you aren't very active, fewer people will see your name, and fewer people will follow back, and Tumblr thrives off the dash. People interact most with posts from people they follow. To get followers, you gotta get your name in front of people.

In addition to interacting with posts you can put yourself on other people's radar by making original posts and tagging them. So say there's something you really want to talk about related to the most recent epi. Write up your thoughts, and then tag your post. Tag it "law and order svu" and "svu" and "Olivia Benson", or whatever, so that people who follow those tags will see it. If you don't tag it won't go anywhere. You'll probably have to make a couple posts before you get traction. There is no telling what will take off and what won't. If you can make gifs or graphics post those, but text posts can get just as popular, you don't have to make graphics.

You'll notice I don't tag my text posts or my ask answers with "svu". I use "s.vu" bc I like keeping those posts between me and my followers, I don't wanna fill the svu tag with all my ask answers. Some people do this; some people are blogging about svu but they don't show up in the tags. So look at who's commenting on posts you like. Look at who's reblogging them. Go to those blogs, scroll through, see if you like it, follow them too. If you've got a favorite fic author search them on tumblr and see if they're here. They probably aren't, but then again a lot of people are.

You want to broaden the base of people you're following and no one can see it, and unlike Twitter no one is gonna judge you for who you follow or how - follower count doesn't mean shit here, no one else can see it and most of us never look at our own counts, and if you follow a blog and then decide it's not for you and unfollow they'll probably never even notice you went away. You like flowers? Lingerie? New Girl? Go follow crazy. Fill your dash up, and then change it at will.

You won't get shadowbanned for saying fuck or kill. You don't have to censor yourself.

If you comment on some posts, if someone answers you back, if you start interacting with a particular blog, shoot your shot in the dms! I wouldn't do that if you haven't spoken to them at all before, but if you've had some previous interaction, go ahead.

But conversations are a little slower to start on Tumblr bc that's not really how it's structured. @andallthatmishigas is one of my very best friends in the whole wide world. We may not "talk" on Tumblr for days on end. We will reblog things from each other, and now that we're actual friends we may send each other links to funny posts over Tumblr dms, but we aren't having conversations in the notes on posts. We're doing parallel play; she's reblogging things she likes and I'm reblogging things I like and we're trading likes so we both know we're here, but we're not doing the same thing. And you know how we met? She said nice things about a story I was writing and I thanked her for it. Literally that was it, that was the start of our friendship. That was five years ago and we went to London together last month. Bc we communicated about a fic. So be open to interaction, be willing to pursue it, but understand that Tumblr isn't necessarily about a constant back and forth.

Tumblr is about curating things you like. It's about gathering shiny treasures for yourself. It will not do it for you the way Twitter will, you have to go out and find the blogs to follow and you have to push the interactions. Along the way you can make friends - @featherpluckn and I have been friends for over a decade bc of this platform, @racethewind10 and I became friends bc she commented on a post and I answered and now we talk every day- and you can have those conversations and you can build those relationships, but it's slow. It takes time. So do Tumblr for you. Write out all your thoughts, and tag them for people to see. Reblog everything that brings you joy and say so in the tags. Jump into the notes when you see people talking about things. Send asks!! People love getting asks. Send em anonymously if you're nervous, and work your way up to showing your face. This is often a better approach than just starting in the dms tbh, and it opens the conversation up to more than just you and that one person.

It can be hard to get started, and it can feel overwhelming, but just take it one day at a time. Say what's on your mind, reblog things you like, and play around with other people. Something will stick.

[vegancas]

think i'm going to take a bit of a break from tumblr. if my migraine yesterday is any indication, my iron deficiency and whatever else i might have going on healthwise is not about to just get better on its own. when i spoke to my doctor a few months ago i was pretty close to being anemic and since i don't think i've got any better since then, i think i really need to actually take care of myself lol. the lack of sleep and the not eating enough are not tumblr's fault but i know all the time i've been spending here has not been helping. i need to get some more balance into my life and learn to live without this place (that i love sooo much), because right now i would spend every waking moment here if i could and that is not good for me lol

i will still be around, checking my notes, messages, mentions, etc., but i probably won't reblog anything until i'm actually back (maybe? idk! we'll see). i'll probably still be making gifs as well, but if i post any it'll mostly be for the prequel (i have a couple cas gifsets that are already in my queue but that might be it for a while). i've already hidden the app on my phone so if i'm here it'll hopefully only be on desktop and i cannot let myself open the actual dash or my resolve on this will break 😫😫😭

PLEASE keep tagging me in things!!! i definitely don’t want to miss anyone’s art or edits or writing!!!!!! and send me posts even!! idk how i'm going to survive not knowing about everything that's going on here while i'm gone, i already have fomo over the last couple days while i've been too tired to be online. i will be so grateful to see everything you send me! whether it's cast or prequel news, new scripts, destiel goes canon again, updates about your lives, whatever!!! if you think "hmmm i wonder if ruth might want to see this?" the answer is yes!!!! PLEASE lol

if you tag me on your posts also, i'll check #vegancas (that might be easier so i don't miss things?). i'm not sure how long i'll be gone, hopefully no more than a few weeks, but it just depends how long it takes me to like form good habits i guess. but i'll definitely be back!!! i could never really leave tumblr or spnblr and i would miss you all too much!!!

[hopefullystillatheatrestudent]

i'm so excited about you taking asks again ahhhh okay so. if you'd absolutely had to choose. what would be your top 5 cockles moments, and why? thank you ily <3

here’s the thing: there are so many routes i could go down with this, because cockles moments come in all shapes and sizes and formats. these include moments from their panels, their bloopers, the footage we get when they don’t even know they’re being recorded, stories being passed down from photo ops & autographs(one of my personal favorite ways to get cockles, tbh, because they’re all insane), and social media(tweets to each other, instagram posts & comments, etc.). 

SO! since many a list like this has already been made, and i want to stand out from the crowd, what i’m gonna do is definitively give the number one spot to each of these five categories.(i might even throw in honourable mentions because they’re so despicably in love that they warrant that. i really put my whole pussy into this, guys, i hope you’re happy.) 

disclaimer: these are my own personal opinions. but that also means i’m right. so. enjoy. 

number one: top cockles panel moment

so we’re starting off with a bang, because how do you even BEGIN to rank what atrocities jensen and misha commit at jibcon. every single one they’ve had is damning in it’s own right, for different reasons.

however, considering just how much unabashed fuckery they’ve given us to sift through, it’s a good thing i do have a personal favorite despite it all. it’s heartwarming, the sweetest thing i’ve ever seen, AND it’s jarringly cinematic - mainly because it has a whole ass arc to it that was years in the making. it might even be surprising to some people, but my favorite cockles panel moment, and what i consider the one that encompasses their entire gut-wrenching journey from 2008-2013 in the most sweepingly romantic gesture possible, is this one.

i want this burned into my retinas. i am not even joking. when i'm through with my explanation, let me convince you why this is thee most romantic cockles moment of all time.

first, some history: people call this the resume off, but many seem to forget the botched attempt at a resume off a year prior. and yes, you guessed it: it's during their break up. it's a juicy time period for a reason, guys. it came across as exceedingly one-sided and VERY awkward. let me refresh your memory as to just how bad it was, and just how hard jensen was trying and ultimately failing at winning misha over: the funniest part of the whole resume off in 2013??? every joke/bit had literally already been made/done. they were just going through the motions again, but the difference THIS time...is that misha reciprocated jensen's energy. it. is. fascinating. i want to get into it more detail in another post, and i'll link it here when i'm done, but the main takeaway, i think, and the main difference that showcases how much they've grown in a year, is that in jib 3, misha flat out refused to do an accent, and this time around, he indulges jensen for literal minutes. when i tell you they're crazy, they're crazy. i can't wait to actually dive into it later.

ANYWAY, the resume off culminates in this moment here. and, like, a million things happen in this gifset. actually, more like a million and one. the music starts playingneediremindyouthatthesongissingingintherain(h e l p), misha starts dancing, jensen 'perpetually fake grumpy' ackles lets misha think he's not going to join, misha sits down defeated, but no!!! that was jensen's plan all along(look at his stupid fucking smirk) and he offers his arm to his dance partner who immediately grins like a fool, jensen then leads misha into their kick step, they perfectly synchronise and let loose, and are then very clearly having the time of their lives, hanging off of each other with joy and ease. from their expressions alone i can tell that this moment is so. so. so. so! much more than what initially meets the eye. i mean-misha is fighting back the biggest smile i've ever seen. to me, it reads like jensen is offering something to misha, something that misha kind of gave up on expecting, and him offering his arm like that is like, a surprise to him in the best possible way(and it's so not platonic, let me just say that.) as soon as jensen did that, it ushered in a new era of cockles. this panel is jensen and misha's favourite for a reason, and i think this moment is the biggest clue as to why.

whew!!! ok. that took a lot out of me and that was only point one. moving on,

number two: top cockles blooper moment

cockles bloopers hold an extremely special place in my heart, because it shows just how fucking disastrous jensen and misha are. they are so goddamn infatuated with each other that they HOLD UP PRODUCTION ALL THE TIME TO FLIRT WITH EACH OTHER(???). let me repeat. let it sink in. jensen ackles; arguably one of the most professional actors on that show who puts everything he has into each scene, with mountains and mountains of notes to prove it: would rather hold up production to flirt with misha collins. this sounds fake. it's not. he does it. all. the. time. and here's the thing guys!!! i'm gonna let you in on a secret!!! misha loves it. he loveesssss it. on top of that-misha collins: overlooked because he's pranked and people assume he's unprofessional as well, but his only pranks are in retaliation/off-set, and he rarely if EVER causes problems if he can help it....lets himself get carried away when it comes to jensen making kissy faces at him!!! are you actually kidding me!!! i mean. misha. it's just a face. you've seen it a million times. i don't buy that it triggers something in you that strongly....you like it, and you like jensen's reaction. you can't fool me!!! lisa berry's face in that one gifset shows just how fed up the crew is with their gross, coupley boyfriend antics.

i could pull up so many examples. sooooooo many. but my favourite was sealed since the moment i saw it.

i actually already wrote an analysis on it but i can't find it :(((( which SUCKS because i really unpacked the whole thing. i'll try to summarise.

basically, a backstory is part of this too!!! jensen and misha both had a really really hard time with this scene(because it's explicitly romantic there i said it), they sat down for hours and poured over their scripts together, they were super super nervous going into filming, both of them, jensen especially, were super hard on themselves for their performances not being true to their characters but they both complimented the other's work(boyfriend moments fr). so, yeah. they weren't confident going into shooting. and how do they get themselves to feel better???? by cuddling each other, apparently.

a lot. a LOT. happens in this specific blooper. to the point that i saw it years before i knew about cockles and it raised all sorts of flags for me.

1) stop pulling my face towards your crotch(as a thinly veiled request that misha would, in fact, move jensen's face towards his crotch, considering it was jensen moving himself there in the first place. also, why so comfy down there guys???) 2) you're my baby daddy i know(in the most intimate voice i've ever heard please) 3) i know, i know, i love you too i didn't say i love you i know but you wanted to say it etc. misha's right, of course. that's what jensen meant.

it just reeks of comfort, familiarity and intimacy between the two, and it's a moment that is extremely sweet and silly at the same time. they're so <3

number three: top cockles found footage moment

WONDERFUL category. truly the culmination of the cockles experience. many people have said that shipping cockles doesn't work because 'they're just onstage you dummies!! they're playing it up for the audience!!!' here's the thing, love. i could not disagree with you more. once you climb your way up the cockles ladder, you soon learn that they are, in fact, playing their dynamic DOWN, not up. they really are just Like That™, and they could not care less about the paying audience, if we're being honest, considering how much time they take to giggle with each other and refuse to let the audience in on the joke. and i love them for it <3

anyway, my point is that this category is for all you naysayers out there, all you 'jensen and misha's relationship is just for show and is real life queerbaiting'(?????lordhelp???) oh yeah? ok, explain this.

he. he. he calls jensen sweetheart. literally enough said. there's nothing to really add here, except, misha and jared then immediately engage in damage control. jared's method is distraction and misha's is retconning('get out of the car, dude') this was what got me to buy into the cockles dumpster for GOOD good. you don't call your buddy sweetheart accidentally and sound so completely earnest while doing it! especially not when that buddy is jensen ackles!!! you think he would let any of his friends call him that? do you?

one more thing; if it was a slip of the tongue, little mouth thing or whatever, you think jared wouldn't have jumped on it immediately??? i can hear it now. 'did you just call him SWEETHEART???' yeah. that's what i thought. you know why he didn't? because it was too revealing.

number four: top cockles autograph moment

i mean, i think we all know what it's gonna be, and if you don't, well, do i have the piece de cockles resistance that is gonna send you over the edge.

if you haven't heard of this story by now, as a cockles, truther, i'm gonna go ahead and get you to read it, because there is no possible heterosexual explanation for any of it, and you're fooling yourself if you think otherwise.

spoiler alert: it's the story where phones weren't allowed in an auto session, jensen nuzzles himself in misha's hair, leans his full body weight onto him, holds his hand, etc. etc. i'm imploding just repeating this back, actually. also, just, the sheer amount of stories from photo ops where they tackle hug each other or slap each other's asses or sing romantic songs to each other or almost kiss is, frankly, a lot. if i could wish for anything, it would be to witness them in person.

and finally,

number five: top cockles social media moment

this one is super difficult, because there's obviously a lot to choose from. but you know what? full send, i'm going with this one:

i just. what to say about this. how often do misha and jensen watch sunsets together for it to qualify as ‘always’ ??? why are sunsets synonymous with their relationship??? that’s like??? a very romantic thing????? ‘this guy’??? the fact that it’s a CANDID??? i don’t know guys.

that could have been better but i am TIRED so. there you go rose ily

[batfamtv]

me after writing smut: is this who i am? is this who i represent? lmao i've never written smut until trese, i guess the thirst was too much, let me know how y'all like it! thank you so much for all your support, ily <3

(ﾉ´ з `)ノ

kambal x reader; established relationship

gif by @rasputinaillyanna (see their original gifsets here!)

sfw

the three idiots

seriously, alexandra feels like she keeps aging 20+ years whenever you three are together and goofing around

this is one of the reasons why you’re not allowed on the field with them, they’d get absolutely nothing done

that, and the twins simply wont put you in danger under any circumstances

alexandra also treats you like a sister (in law) and wants you safe, but can only do so much to keep you out of their lives since you still find ways to help them out

absolutely rowdy when you’re with basilio, you and him practically have a lot of inside jokes and a secret language

people would give you both weird looks when you’re out in public, just because you’re both so damn loud

with crispin you’re more mature (but not a lot), he does these grand gestures like taking you out on expensive dates, takes instagram/pinterest style pics of you

basilio also takes pics of you, but those are some of the most unflattering ones that he sends to your groupchat as memes

the ppl who arent familiar with your relationship with the twins are almost often confused when they see you with just the one twin: they’d think “huh i saw this couple a week ago, but i could have sworn the boyfriend had much shorter hair, it couldn’t have grown that long in a week, right?”

when you do go out with the twins, they flank you and you almost get squished in between them, so sometimes you have to push them both to the sides so that you would have space to move around

the three of you like to just chill at the mall sometimes, go window shopping and then eat samgyup/mang inasal later on

other times when you manage to drag alexandra with you, people would assume that you guys are on a double date, and alexandra has the ugliest/most disgusted look on her face as she corrects them “these are my brothers” “im gay”

in your groupchat (just you and the twins) crispin is the sweet, doting one who would text you “have you eaten?” “want us to pick something up for you on the way home?” while basilio sends you memes and selfies of the twins

they send you videos and pics of pets they meet “today we met brownie and blackie”

with regards to living arrangements, the twins have separate rooms (basilio’s is the messy one, smells weird)

when you moved in, alexandra offered you your own room, and most of the time that’s where the boys stay anyway

the bed is much larger than theirs because it needs to accommodate all three of you

you three try to cook meals for ate alexandra, but it almost always turns out disastrous - mostly when basilio insists on helping

so you always make him run errands (“can you go pick up some more garlic and magic sarap”) while you and crispin man the stoves

you braid basilio’s hair while crispin tunes his guitar!!

and you spend a couple of hours listening to crispin play the guitar, basilio’s head now resting on your lap

crispin’s movie taste are like *film* and *poetic cinema* while basilio might enjoy movies that are so bad they’re good, but you three are all suckers for superhero ensemble movies and horror movies

the boys become really annoying when watching filipino horror movies because they like to point out mistakes in the film “aswangs dont do that” “why would you go there all alone are you stupid???”

“please boys i just wanna watch the movie”

a huge cuddle pile

both boys run hot, so during cold nights (that never happen, bc you live in the philippines) you’re all warm and toasty between them

both light sleepers! they were pretty heavy sleepers when they were kids/teenagers, but the occupational hazard of their jobs require them to be ready at a moment’s notice

they still, however, snore quite loudly

crispin doesn’t ever tend to move positions when sleeping, he wakes up in the same position he fell asleep in

basilio rotates around the bed like hands of a clock

most often falls off the bed, but clumsily climbs back up and cuddles you

really really simpy when it comes to you, though most of the time it’s just you three sharing one brain cell (it’s with you, mostly), they can be quite romantic and cheesy if they want to

crispin probably has his brother as just “Basilio” on his phone, and “Y/N ❤️" for you

basilio has “my love ❤️😍😘💘 ” for you and crispin’s number isn’t even registered lol

nsfw under the cut

nsfw

threesome? threesome

boys barely do anything separately and usually just have a Single Thought in both their heads, so if one is horny, the other one is 69% (lol) horny as well

you realize that crispin doesn’t like to be teased at work, but basilio enjoys it so much

you find this out when you’re alone and horny, so you send a pic of you touching yourself to the boys in your groupchat

crispin sees it first, but doesn’t say anything?? he honest to god just left you on read

meanwhile basilio also sees your pic not too long after and you quickly get a “what the fuck” as a reply from him

like 10 mins later he sends you a pic of him in what looks like a washroom and his cock is straining in his pants

he texts you “had to find a washroom so fucking fast so that ate alex and the police captain doesn’t see me so fucking hard in my pants” and “wanna eat you pussy babe”

crispin does text you when the three are on their way home, not mentioning the picture you sent “we’re on our way home”

and at first you thought he is mad at you bc he didn’t bring the nude up?? does he not want you anymore :(

but the moment they arrive crispin all but sprints to your shared bedroom and sees you there, in your underwear

holds your cheeks in one hand, “what the fuck was that baby, hmm? what did you send us?”

you try to ask if he’s mad bc you sent him a nude, ask him if there’s anything wrong, but he just lets your face go as he takes his suit off, basilio finds his way to your room, locks it, and gives you a kiss

basilio whispers “missed you baby” against your mouth before moving away to undress

crispin, now fully naked in front of you, makes you suck his cock, which is hard and twitching, its tip leaking with precum, he makes you place both his hands on your head, “do you know how surprised i was when i saw a text from you and it’s a picture of you touching your cunt? hmm?” he sighs as he sees you looking up at him, eyes watering as you struggle to take all of his cock down your throat “i had to stop myself from getting hard in front of everyone, baby, basilio couldn’t even do that”

basilio huffs but the boys reposition you so you’re in bed and on your back, crispin kneeling to your side, his cock still throbbing in your mouth, basilio positions himself between your thighs, moaning when he sees how wet you are

basilio removes your panties before rushing to sniff your cunt, groaning in delight--you’re sure his eyes roll to the back of his head before he dives into your cunt

you moan into crispin’s cock and he grunts, shoving more of his cock into your mouth, now moving faster, “i really wanna cum down your throat baby, would you let me?”

you nod and he pushes his cock all the way into your mouth, your nose practically touching his groin and pubes

you gag, for a moment panicked as you try to breathe in, while crispin just eyes you, his cock growing ever harder when he looks at your face wet with tears and drool, he grabs your hair, softly at first, to make sure you’re okay, and when you nod crispin groans as he sets up his pace, groaning as he feels his orgasm building

basilio, meanwhile, is licking and sucking your clit with three fingers knuckles deep in your cunt, and when he starts to feel you spasming, a telltale sign that your orgasm is approaching, he pulls his mouth and fingers out and quickly replacing them with his fat cock

immediately, you and basilio both groan, your eyes roll to the back of your head as you feel yourself so full of cock

basilio curses under his breath before taking your legs and resting them against his shoulders “fuck, y/n, im sorry i’m not gonna last long” “your pussy got me so fucking hard you tasted so good baby, you know how much i love your little pussy, right?”

crispin groans at this before he pulls his cock out of your mouth, leaning down to kiss you, he then moves down your neck and your tits, making sure he marks your chest

basilio whimpers and thrusts three more times before releasing a long groan, his cum exploding deep in your pussy “fuck baby you feel so good” he manages to pull out and you see his cock wet with his cum and your juices before settling beside you, panting harshly

you barely had the type to recuperate before crispin flips you on your stomach, making sure your face is resting on the pillows before he thrusts into you with a grunt

“fuck, still a tight little pussy after basilio rammed your cunt, huh?”

your eyes rolling, you couldnt do much other than hold onto the sheets and basilio’s hand, moaning loudly when you feel crispin’s fingers on your clit

“can you take one more, y/n? can your pussy take one more load?”

speechless, you nod, trying to grind your ass against crispin’s hips, but his hands on your hips hold you firm

he grunts approvingly, “good baby, take it deep in your pussy okay? and cum on my cock, baby, i wanna feel it”

you cum on his cock, almost violently, and twins groan at the sound of your moaning, and the sight of you spasming and shaking on crispin’s cock

a couple of deep thrusts later, crispin also cums deep into your pussy, his cum now mixed with basilio’s

crispin moves to get a washcloth to clean the three of you up, before all three of you collapse in bed, huddled together, basilio with his arms wrapped from behind--already falling asleep, you rest your head against crispin’s arm

“so, no more nudes when you’re at work?”

crispin laughs softly before pressing a kiss on your forehead, “unless your cunt is ready to take two cocks at once, no nudes when we’re at work”

[javier-pena]

triumvirate

Pairing: Javier Peña x f!reader x Katie

Word Count: 13.7k (I know, I know ...)

Rating: Explicit (and I mean explicit, this is the most explicit thing I’ve ever written)

Summary: You and Javi have been talking about inviting someone into your bed, just to see what it would be like. But you had no idea he already has someone in mind.

Warnings: mentions of food and alcohol | some language | threesome (f/f/m) | thigh riding | fingering | oral (m and f receiving) | light choking | light dirty talk | unprotected (p in v) sex | praise kink if you squint | size kink if you squint | orgasm delay/denial | sub!Javi until he’s definitely not | multiple orgasms | creampie

Notes: This started as a brief conversation I had with Dani @javierpcna while making a gifset actually, and it turned into this huge fic involving a character that doesn’t even speak a single line of dialogue (yes, this is Katie, the woman from the elevator in s3e1, the one who looks at Javi ... respectfully). I actually don’t remember the last time I had this much fun writing anything, so I guess I will be writing more Javi fics in future ... also, as always, huge thanks to Dani for putting up with my crazy ideas for a week, for encouraging me, for sacrificing a Sunday evening to read this, and for kindling the flames that brought this on in the first place! Also I believe Javi doesn’t share but he can be a bit ooc - as a treat ...

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Javi doesn’t like to talk about his work. He doesn’t like to “bring it home” with him, even though the word “home” is all relative to him. He keeps quiet about it when you’re at his flat, that’s sacred ground to him, but your flat is fine. So when he’s at your place, he sometimes talks about his colleagues, the paperwork he needs to finish, how his boss got on his nerves today. You know there is much he could tell you, a lot he doesn’t share on purpose, and some things he never mentions because he’s not proud of them.

At first, you are worried because he doesn’t let you in. You aren’t used to having someone in your life who keeps so much hidden from you, especially someone you slowly, over time, start to share everything with, from a cup of coffee over breakfast, over a cigarette during a hasty lunch break, to sighs and moans, joined hands and heartbeats under the cover of the night. Especially someone you slowly but surely find yourself falling in love with, someone you want to share your life with, but also someone who doesn’t seem to feel the same way, who keeps a part of himself hidden behind tailored suits and starched shirts. It makes you nervous and wary when he never answers your questions, it hurts you when he changes the subject, sometimes quite cruelly, but over time you begin to see this arrangement as something enjoyable.

In all your previous relationships, you’d mostly talked about work, discussed your day, asked boring questions to get boring answers from your partner. Maybe that is the reason why they never lasted – you were so preoccupied with involving each other in your professional lives that you never focused on the personal aspect of your relationships. But with Javi you’re forced to talk about something else, about anything else, books, movies, music, travels, that little dog you saw on the street today, how your mother is doing, the sock that has gotten lost in the dryer. And you love this about him, love how you’d gotten to know an entirely different version of him than most people know. Granted, he doesn’t watch a lot of movies and he doesn’t listen to a lot of music, he hardly ever has time to read, but he’s seen the world, he tells you stories you don’t bore of hearing repeatedly, while your fingers lay entwined on his broad chest, the warmth of his skin seeping into your body, his breath tickling your hand, while he talks, and you listen. Sometimes, on the rare occasion he cooks for you, he tells you about his childhood, about how his mother taught him to kill a chicken (“If you can eat it, you can kill it”), about how is father gave him his first beer to drink when he was eight (“It’ll make a man out of you”), about how his grandmother showed him which spices to use for what dish (“Never mix garlic and lemon juice, it’ll turn the garlic green”). It’s moments like these where you feel he trusts you. You don’t need him to give you a detailed rundown of his day, to tell you how badly his morning coffee tasted, how boring his meeting was, how much his colleagues annoyed him. Getting to know this personal side of him, the one you know he doesn’t usually share, that’s enough for you.

You trust him, and he trusts you.

His withdrawnness when it comes to his work is the reason you’re completely caught by surprise when you’re over at his place one cloudy Saturday afternoon for a late lunch and he mentions work. You’re the one cooking this time, a stew your grandmother taught you to make, and while you wait for it to finish simmering, you sit at his small kitchen table, lost in idle conversation. And no matter how idle those conversations get, talking to Javi is never boring, and that is one of the things you love about him. But when he does mention work – and nothing prompts it, no probing questions on your part about a torn shirt you find lying discarded on his couch, no need to share something with you out of weariness and frustration on his part – you are immediately snapping to attention. It’s infuriating how he does it, casually, while he fills a glass with tap water for you.

“There’s this girl at work,” he says, and your ears prick up at the word work, immediately on guard. He turns off the water but doesn’t turn to look at you when he continues. “I think … I think you would … like her.”

It’s so uncharacteristic of him to be this careful, almost flustered – is that a flush you see creeping up his neck? He’s usually very assured, he usually has no trouble making eye contact, he usually says what he needs to say with as little or as many words as he sees fit. So when he stammers and blushes like this, you can’t help but smile. You can guess, of course, what this is about. You’ve mentioned a few times that you miss your friends back home, that you sometimes feel lonely and wish you had more people to talk to. And he remembered, he listened to you and he remembered, which makes a warmth spread from your chest to your limbs, and the corners of your eyes crinkle with a soft smile.

“Is that so?” you ask teasingly.

He turns around and takes the two steps to close the distance between the sink and the table. You take the glass from him as soon as he stands in front of you.

“She’s … nice,” he tries to elaborate. He sits down next to you and takes your hand into his, his skin warm to the touch. His thumb brushes over your knuckles as he watches moisture gather on your glass. It is a hot day, and the windows of his small kitchen are open, allowing for the sounds of the city to drift in, to swirl around the two of you, to give you some background noise to the comfortable silence that sometimes settles between you. “She’s funny,” he continues finally. “Ambitious, too. Junior agent. You have a lot in common.”

That sounds more like the Javi you know; observant, good at reading people, good at making connections. He’s still not looking at you though; it feels like he’s asking you something big, something life-changing, not like he’s trying to help you find a friend.

“Yeah, she sounds nice,” you agree. You raise the glass with your free hand and take a sip of water. “I’d like to meet her.” And even if you shouldn’t get along, there is no harm done. But you feel like you will because Javi is very good at reading people and if he says that this woman is someone you would like to spend time with, you know you will.

“You would?” His head snaps up in surprise, and it makes you smile again. As if you could ever refuse him! And if he’d ask you to move to Antarctica with him, you wouldn’t hesitate. But you can understand his tentativeness because you haven’t technically told him that. Yes, Javi is easy to talk to, but not when it comes to feelings. Those conversations are reserved for the dead hours of the night, for when it feels like you two are the only people in the world, for when you both know you can open up to each other, be at your most vulnerable state without the other person taking advantage of it, of crushing it like a fallen leaf. And you haven’t had many of those conversations yet.

Still, your heart picks up speed at the thought of how he’s looking out for you, of how he met a woman at work and thought to himself that you maybe would like to be her friend, how he was nervous to bring it up because he thought he might have misread your needs. But if there is one thing Javi is brilliant at, the one thing no one else in your life has ever been able to do, it is reading your needs, interpreting them correctly, and then acting accordingly to them, doing everything he can to care for you and look out for you, sometimes even at the expense of his own needs. You wouldn’t be able to tell that about him by looking at him, by hearing how his acquaintances talk about him, but there is a soft side to this man, one you feel very protective of.

You nod with enthusiasm. “Sure, why not? If she’s as great as you say, then I don’t see why we wouldn’t be getting along.” You are very curious to meet this woman. He’s hardly given you any information about her, but still, she sparks your interest.

His tongue darts out to wet his lips. “Good.” He also nods, but when he does it, there is an air of determination to it. It feels like you’ve just agreed to some big plan you don’t fully understand, not to having lunch with one of his colleagues. “Listen, there’s this work thing next Friday.” His voice gets lower with each word, so he pauses to clear his throat. “I think you should come along, meet everyone … officially. She’s also gonna be there, it’s a good opportunity …”

Now you can’t help but giggle. He squeezes your hand, and you squeeze back. “You’re very eager to introduce me to her, aren’t you?” you tease, but there is no malice in your words. You’re actually flattered he’s talking about introducing you to his colleagues, about bridging that divide between private and professional.

Your fondness for him gets lost in translation, and your words fall on different ears than they are intended for. “I’ve been telling everyone at work a lot about you –”

You cut him off with a firm kiss that elicits a low growl from his chest. “Javi, I’m already convinced, okay? No need to lie to me,” you whisper against his lips, your hand brushing against his rough cheek. He has to understand that he doesn’t need to pretend with you, that he can be his true self around you.

He lifts your entwined hands from the tabletop and presses a soft kiss against your knuckles. “I’m not lying.” You want to believe him, but there is a glint in his eyes when he looks up from your hand and locks his gaze to yours. It would be wise to be annoyed with him or tease him in turn, but you can’t help yourself. Every time those brown eyes land on you, you feel a pull towards him you cannot quite explain but also cannot ignore. You have to give in.

Still, you roll your eyes in a valiant attempt to keep up a semblance of dignity before pushing yourself off your chair and onto his lap. Your fingers find the hair at the nape of his neck and you grip it and hold onto it as you carefully roll your hips under the pretense of finding a comfortable position. Both his hands immediately land on your sides and squeeze.

“Then let me give you something to tell them about,” you whisper, your lips right next to his ear, and nothing beats the feeling of pride rushing through you as he pushes his hips up, chasing a tiny bit of friction. You’re sure it’s basic instinct, something he can’t quite control, and you love nothing more than making him let go.

***

You thought you would be meeting Javi’s colleagues at a bar, but then you find yourself in front of a nice restaurant. It’s the only place in town that sells good burgers, or at least that’s what the man at your side tells you. You were planning on getting pleasantly drunk, not making conversation while trying to coordinate a knife and fork, but you think you’ll manage as long as you stick to your companion.  

But something about Javi feels off tonight. He nervously fixed his tie in your hallway mirror when he picked you up (usually he doesn’t care about the state of his tie’s knot), he didn’t talk to you much during the drive to the restaurant (usually he points out little details he notices about the city or takes this opportunity to compliment you), and now he keeps fiddling with the cuff of your blouse as he leads you up the stairs to the restaurant’s entrance.

You’re also nervous, mostly because you haven’t met any of the people you’re about to be introduced to, and you don’t know if you’ll have something in common with them or if you’ll spend your evening sitting alone in some dark corner nursing one fancy cocktail after the other. If there’s one thing you’re not good at, it’s going into a situation unprepared, and Javi did nothing to help you build up some expectations about what to expect from tonight. To be fair, you didn’t ask. You didn’t ask about the colleagues you’re about to meet, you didn’t ask where you were going to meet them, and you didn’t ask about the woman he is planning on introducing to you. The reason for your silence? You didn’t want to annoy him, show him just how insecure you are.

But you feel oh so apprehensive about this evening. Your positions are reversed now – suddenly it is you who thinks it might not be such a good idea to mix personal and private. You have no answer as to why you feel like this. It is just a dull sensation in the pit of your stomach that makes your hands feel cold even though it’s a hot, humid evening. It makes you want to turn to the man at your side and ask him to go home. But you won’t. Because despite the dread you’re feeling you’re kind of excited at the prospect of meeting this new colleague he mentioned to you. There is an air of mystery around her that intrigues you because he hasn’t talked about her since that afternoon almost a week ago. And you appreciate the gesture of him biting the bullet and mixing the two sides of the coin that is Javier Peña so you can find a friend.

Once you make it inside, Javi leads you to a group of people who are already standing together in a cluster. The introductions are over way too fast, and you don’t remember a single name. Most of the men you meet look the same to you – they’re wearing suits in different shades of blue and grey and brown, broad, colorful ties, and big smiles. You’re smiling too as you shake their hands, while Javi introduces you to them as his girlfriend, and you know he would because he told you he would, but it still makes you feel warm and tingly, and it cements your right to be here by his side. You’re pretty sure you keep smiling at him like a lovesick teenager, but you don’t care. He’s smiling too, keeping close to you, a hand at the small of your back or on your elbow, his chest always right behind you for you to fall back into should you seek comfort.

Sometimes, you feel him stiffen behind you when a few of his colleagues crack jokes about how you were able to tie down the elusive Javier Peña. He rolls his eyes at their remarks, but you laugh along. You know about his reputation, you know about his past relations with other women, but you don’t mind. Why should you? You also don’t mind his colleagues’ reactions – all you care about is that this feels right at the moment and you wouldn’t change it for anything. But you do understand a bit better why Javi was wary of you meeting his colleagues.

To your relief, there is enough to drink, and soon you find yourself standing at Javi’s side, a bottle of beer in your hand, while you listen to him talk to a man about ten years his senior. You don’t understand much of what they are saying – they’re using so many abbreviations it sounds like code – but Javi stands with his hip cocked to one side so he’s leaning close to you, and you enjoy feeling the ghostly shadow of him by your side. Since he doesn’t like to talk about his job, you enjoy seeing this relatively unknown aspect of him, this other man who’s like a stranger to you, who talks with so much confidence and poise that you cannot help but listen to his every word. And you understand why he seems to be so admired among his colleagues, why they were eager to shake his hand when you arrived, why they seek out his company, why they wave at him from the other side of the room. He’s good at what he does, competent, capable, he knows how to be in charge of a situation without obtruding, and you feel such a strong pull towards this side of him you have to take a big swig from your beer bottle to hide how much this is affecting you. The last thing you need is him teasing you about it.

But before your behavior exposes your desires, he suddenly moves away, and you’re pulled after him, not so much in motion but in attention. He’s spotted someone, a woman, and he’s leaning down to press a light kiss to her right cheek before turning to you.

“This is Katie,” he introduces her, and there’s something in the way he says those three words that makes you pause. You smile at her as you shake her hand, but then your gaze flickers back to Javi who suddenly looks at you like he did in his kitchen six days ago, unsure yet with an edge of something more, something you can’t fully grasp, and then you know.

This is the woman. This is this girl at work that he thinks you’re going to like.

You turn your attention back to her to look at her, to see what he’s seeing. She’s shorter than both you, with long, brown hair that she wears in open waves. You think she has a winning smile and kind eyes, and you immediately want to get to know her better. She compliments your blouse, she makes a joke about something Javi did at work the other day, she’s even holding a bottle of your favorite beer. She seems to be all Javi promised her to be.

Then why is he looking at you so nervously, like a small boy bringing home a teacher’s note?

Javi introduces you as his girlfriend, and Katie doesn’t miss a beat before she says, “Oh, he’s told me a lot about you,” with one of the biggest smiles you’ve ever seen.

“He has?” you ask. You’re not fishing for compliments. You’re genuinely surprised, since you hadn’t expected him to be sharing his private life with his colleagues, much like he doesn’t share his professional one with you. The thought of him talking about you with this woman who is standing in front of you, makes you smile. You decide to tease him about it. “You two spend a lot of time together then?”

Katie’s smile flickers, if only for a short second. “No, it’s not –,” she starts, but Javi interrupts her before she can finish.

“Katie likes fishing,” he says.

It catches you completely off-guard, as does the look on his face. He raises a hand and lets his fingers run over his lips, something he always does when he’s nervous, while he waits for your answer.

“I do,” Katie says with an enthusiastic nod.

You have no idea what’s going on, but you decide to play along. “I go fishing with my dad whenever I’m in the States,” you tell them.

“Oh, that’s nice,” Katie exclaims, and it should, by all means, sound like something she’s only saying to be polite, but it doesn’t. Instead, it sounds like she means it. “Where are you from?”

“North Carolina,” you answer. It’s something you don’t talk about often because it’s not interesting. If you were from California or New York, people would follow up this revelation with questions and stories of their own. But North Carolina? You always feel a bit embarrassed about mentioning it.

But Katie’s reply is something you haven’t heard before. “You don’t sound like you’re from North Carolina.”

Maybe you should be offended – you don’t know what she’s implying with this – but for some reason it just makes you laugh. “Thanks,” you say.

“No, oh my God,” she backtracks immediately, “I didn’t mean to offend you …”

“You didn’t,” you assure her with a dismissive wave of your hand. You glance at Javi then, and he’s following your conversation like a cop watching his partner interrogate a suspect, like he’s afraid of missing just one syllable of what you are saying. His whole body is rigid, his hands are balled into fists at his side, and his face is a mask of pure concentration. “So,” you start again, turning back to Katie, “what has he been telling you about me?”

Several tables have been put together to stand along three walls of one of the biggest rooms in the restaurant. As you sit down and skim the menu, Katie answers your question. Javi speaks of you differently than most of their colleagues speak about their wives or girlfriends. When he talks about you, it doesn’t feel like he would rather do anything else than spend time with you. Quite the opposite, in fact. It makes your face grow hot. You try to distract yourself by ordering your meal, by changing the subject (“So, tell me, Katie, where are you from?”), by watching Javi talk to a middle-aged woman next to him, by watching Javi make her smile.

Katie tells you everything you want to know, answers all your questions in great detail, but always turns the attention back to you. When you ask her about her favorite music, she asks you about yours. When you ask her about her family, she asks you about yours. When you ask her what made her take a job in Colombia, she asks you about how you came to be here. It is a dialogue, not a monologue. She tells you about her brothers back home, about how one is a bank manager while the other went into environmentalism. She tells you she’s always wanted to go to Europe, and she hopes her next DEA assignment will finally get her there. She also tells you about her work for the DEA, about how she spends most of her days in the office, but also about how Javi took her along on a raid recently.

And you realize Javi was right. You do like her. She’s pleasant company, she’s educated but not in that stuck-up way most of Javi’s colleagues are. When you admit that you have no idea who the current Attorney General is, she doesn’t look at you like you just said you enjoy drowning kittens. She just brushes it off and changes the subject. When you tell her about a book you’ve been reading, she takes a small notepad from her bag and jots down the title and author, telling you she’ll check it out. And you truly believe she will.

When you’ve finished most of the food on your plate, she excuses herself to go to the bathroom. You check your watch, surprised that it’s already this late. Your gaze wanders over to where Javi is now talking to two young men who hang on his every word. But he’s glancing at you, a question on his face. You mouth, “What?” but he just shrugs. If he’s still worried you won’t like Katie, he has no reason to. You’re having a very pleasant evening.

When Katie gets back, Javi glances between the two of you, running his finger over his lips again. You just smile at him and, with ease, pick up the conversation with Katie once more. Maybe you should talk to someone else for a change, but Katie doesn’t seem to be bored by your company either, so you have no desire to change anything about your current situation.

Towards the end of the night, you too find yourself in the bathroom. You’re tired, but pleasantly sated, yawning while you wash your hands. You can’t wait to curl up next to Javi tonight and tell him about how much you loved talking to Katie. But you’re also not quite ready for this night to be over yet.

When you step out of the bathroom, Javi is there, waiting for you in the cramped space of the dimly lit hallway. You jump, caught off-guard, but when he shoots you an awkward glance, you can’t help but giggle.

“Hey, can I talk to you?” he asks. He’s curling the fingers of his right hand into a tight fist and releases them again, over and over. It’s another one of his nervous ticks, one he does when he’s trying to relieve tension.

“Sure, what’s up?” you reply, trying to sound casual.

Javi looks nervous, so maybe you’ve fucked up. Maybe you did something or said something, and one of his colleagues saw or heard and complained to Javi about you. You swallow hard, trying to keep the smile on your face.

“Are you having fun?” he asks next.

“Yes, of course.”

“And the food?”

“Am I enjoying the food?” you try to clarify. “Sure.”

“And Katie? You like her?”

This makes you laugh. “Yes, I like her. What’s this about, Javi?”

He doesn’t reply, just shoots you a look, pregnant with meaning.

“What?” you ask, and finally stop smiling. “Do you want me to say I don’t like her?”

“No, no,” he says, too quickly. “I’m just –”

You interrupt him. “I know you’re nervous about me liking her, but you don’t have to be. She’s really nice.” He still doesn’t look convinced. “I’m gonna ask her if she wants to meet up for coffee.”

“There’s something …,” he starts before clearing his throat. “There’s something I’ve been meaning to ask you.”

“Do you want to get coffee with me?” you tease him.

“It’s about Katie,” he answers.

“Sure.”

He takes a deep breath and then breaks eye contact with you, focusing his attention on the wall behind you. “I would like to ask her to join us …,” he says very slowly, making sure you catch every word, “… in bed … tonight.”

Still, you’re not sure you’ve understood him correctly. “What?”

“Just if you want to,” he clarifies.

That doesn’t really answer your question, or any of the other, and there are a lot, but you don’t know where to begin. “Katie?” you say, trying to encompass everything you’re feeling with this single question.

You look past Javi to where she’s sitting, watching the people around her with interest. And then something drops – you’re not sure you’d call it a penny because it feels smaller than that, but you suddenly remember having talked about inviting someone into your bed to see what it would be like. The conversation happened a few weeks ago, after Javi had fucked you for what felt like hours. You had lost count of the number of orgasms you’ve had, but still he didn’t seem to be satisfied. You hadn’t thought much of it then. All you remember is agreeing to give it a try; your fucked-out brain would have agreed to anything. But you had no idea Javi already had someone in mind, you had no idea he’d brought it up thinking of Katie. And suddenly the tone he had used to talk about her in his kitchen a week ago sounds a lot different to you.

Javi’s silent, staring at you with his big, brown eyes, patiently waiting for an answer, while you’re trying to wrap your head around this proposition.

And your mind is racing. You did say yes to the idea of it when he asked you about it, but he just sprung this on you, and it’s so much more than an idea now, it’s a plan, one he’s fully prepared to set in motion. He’s talking about tonight, he’s talking about leaving here and taking her home with you and doing this … tonight. You haven’t been given a chance to prepare for this, you don’t know how you feel about it, how you’re supposed to feel, so you decide to try something.

“Would you like that?” you ask him.

He nods.

“Why her?” you want to know.

“I think she’s nice, pretty, …,” he answers with a non-committal shrug.

“I thought you wanted her to be my friend,” you remind him.

“Of course, I want that,” he’s quick to assure you. “I want you two to get along.”

You reach up to grab his tie then. “Javier, are you sure about this?” you ask with emphasis.

His eyes open wide at this. “Yes.”

You feel a familiar tingling between your legs at hearing his breath hitch. Before you let this go too far, you look over at Katie again and try to imagine her in bed between the two of you, but you can’t. You have no idea how you would even start thinking about this, so you focus on something else, something you’re familiar with, something steady: Javi.

“All right,” you agree. “But there’s some rules I want us to follow.”

“Is that a yes?” he asks and it sounds so incredulous you almost smile.

“Yes, just –”

But he crowds you against the wall, pushes you back against the bricks before you can finish the sentence.

“What –,” you start.

Then he kisses you in a way that’s meant for the privacy of your bedroom, not a public restaurant. You kiss him back tentatively because you don’t want to encourage him too much. He comes even closer, and you feel something brush against your leg.

A smirk spreads across your face. “Why didn’t you say something?” you ask between kisses.

“I am saying something,” he points out.

“Yeah, but sooner.”

He shrugs again, then goes in for another kiss. You hold him back.

“Javi, stop,” you say in a firm voice. “Just listen to me for a minute, okay?”

He nods.

“You have to ask her,” you insist. “I’m not doing it, all right?”

He nods.

“And I don’t …,” you lower your voice, “want you inside of her. Is that clear?”

He nods.

“I’ll be in charge,” you go on. “I’ll decide what we’re doing.”

The “fine” he gives you as an answer is accompanied by a deep rumbling in his chest.

“And she’s not staying over. I don’t care how late it gets, she’s leaving afterwards.” You feel like you need to set these boundaries if you want this to work.

“Can I take her home?” he asks.

“Yes,” you answer.

He licks his lips. “Yeah, okay.”

***

You’re in the car. Javi is driving, you’re next to him, watching the lights of the city drift by. Your heartbeat is louder than the sound of the engine, you expect Katie to remark on it any second now, to ask if everything’s okay. But she doesn’t. She’s talking about a book she’s reading, one you’ve also read (and loved) but you can’t bring yourself to hold a conversation. Katie doesn’t pick up on the shift in atmosphere, and if she does, she doesn’t comment on it. But you feel like there’s a deadly snake resting between your feet, one that will bite if you make a single wrong move.

There is a difference between talking about inviting Katie home with you in a room full of people where it’s just a theoretical concept and actually doing it.

Javi agreed to be the one to ask her. But he’s kept quiet so far. All he did was offer Katie a ride home, which she accepted with a big smile on her face. You glance over at Javi as he’s driving, his face alternating between being aflame in golden lighting and hidden in complete darkness. You can see the tension in his facial expression by the way he furrows his brow, but when he glances over at you there is something in his gaze – reassurance, yes, but also an edge of something you can’t quite put your finger on. You tell yourself his eyes are only this dark because your environment is. And suddenly you don’t feel like you’re in danger anymore; suddenly you want to exploit this situation, exploit the power it gives you over him.

You turn around to look at Katie, who’s sitting in the seat behind Javi. She just ended a long explanation about a character’s motivation by saying, “… you know,” and you nod to signal you’ve been listening, even though you haven’t.

If Javi doesn’t want to bring it up, you have to. Because the more you think about it, the more you want to do this, and you don’t want to rely on a man who can’t make the first move.

“Katie, I was wondering …,” you start, and immediately Javi’s right hand leaves the wheel, and his fingers dig into your thigh. You inhale sharply at the sensation but continue, “… are you seeing anyone?” Javi loosens his hold on you but doesn’t let go completely.

Katie shakes her head, then bites her lip bottom lip. “You know,” she says then lowers her voice, “I actually had my eyes on …,” she nods at Javi, “but please don’t think –”

You interrupt her. “No, please, Katie, it’s fine.” You smile at the man next to you, who shakes his head ever so slightly. “I completely understand.”

“Yeah,” Katie sighs and shakes her head so her hair tumbles down over one shoulder. “There are actually a few broken hearts at the office.”

That makes you laugh, if only because Javi looks utterly miserable. “I think he’s secretly enjoying that,” you whisper in a conspiratorial tone of voice.

Javi makes a sound of warning, one that tells you to shut up.

“Javi, I’m kidding,” you say with a light laugh. It’s only half the truth. You know him. You know he enjoys the attention.

Katie, too, starts to apologize, but you interrupt her again.

“Please, you have nothing to apologize for, he can take it.” You wonder if you should press your luck, if you should rile him up a bit more, and you decide it’s the right thing to do. “Don’t tell me you don’t enjoy the attention, Javi. Broken hearts … women pining for you …”

Javi makes another sound of warning. “It’s not like that,” he says through gritted teeth.

“What’s it like then?” you challenge.

Katie interrupts your stand-off before Javi can reply. “You guys, this is me, actually,” she says, pointing at the dark shape of an apartment building at the end of the block.

You turn around to face her again. “Katie, would you like to come up for a cup of coffee? Javi lives just down the street.”

“You sure?” Katie looks at Javi when she asks.

The knuckles on Javi’s hands are white from clutching the steering wheel.

“Of course,” you say, nodding eagerly.

“Yeah, all right,” Katie agrees.

You’re all quiet until you reach Javi’s apartment building. He gets out to open the garage door, then drives the car inside. You can’t help but notice that he still hasn’t asked, and you feel yourself getting nervous and antsy. If he doesn’t do it soon, you’ll definitely be the one to bring it up.

As soon as the car is parked, Katie gets out and shuts the door behind her with a dull bang.

Javi turns in his seat so he’s facing you. “What was that?” he asks.

“Ask her,” you tell him. “Now. Or I’m gonna do it.”

“What?” he snaps.

“I was trying to give you an opening,” you explain, as calmly as possible. Why does this have to be so complicated? “Like a scene partner, you know? Set up everything, so you can ask her.”

“Well, you weren’t doing a good job.”

“Gee, thanks,” you say, crossing your arms in front of your chest.

“I’m gonna do it,” Javi tells you, his voice much softer now, “just give me time.”

“How much longer do you need?” you want to know. “She almost had us drop her off at her flat.”

“I’m doing it,” Javi sighs, “just … go away.”

All the tension in you leaves your body in one big wave and you smile softly at him. “Javi, are you nervous?”

He shoots you a stern look.

You raise your hands defensively. “All right, I’m going.”

You both get out of the car, and while you walk towards the exit to the stairwell, your steps echoing through the underground parking lot, you hear Javi say, “Katie, do you have a minute?”

You stop once you reach the door, lingering in the shadows, your eyes on Javi and Katie. You watch them talk, but you cannot hear what they’re saying; they’re too far away and standing too closely together for the sound to carry all the way to you. All you can tell is that he’s explaining something to her, and when he grows quiet, he cocks his hip, arms akimbo. Then he nods at you.

You have to admit you’re more nervous than you want Javi to know. So much could go wrong. What if she starts shouting at you? What if she storms off? She’s still Javi’s colleague, he would still have to work with her. What were you thinking? Why did you agree to this? Why didn’t you ask a complete stranger? It would certainly have made things a lot less awkward.

Katie is also looking at you, just for a moment, but it’s enough time for her to take you in, from head to toe, and then she looks back at Javi. She says something, something you can’t hear, and he nods. Then she nods, too.

***

You’re on Javi’s couch, Katie is sitting next to you, another bottle of beer in her hand, while Javi has made himself comfortable in an old leather armchair. You’ve been sipping on a glass of water for the past 15 minutes while you’ve been listening to them talk about work. Neither of you has mentioned anything about the proposition, and you have no idea how to bring it up again. Yes, you want to be in charge, but you had hoped Javi would do more than just ask. You had hoped he would initiate something … anything.

But instead, they’re both relaxed and at ease, talking about some new regulations that have been introduced recently, while you try to find a way into the conversation, while you try to find something more elegant than, “Well, anyway, do you guys wanna take this to the bedroom?”

Luckily, there’s only so much time you can spend discussing regulations on car safety, and soon a tense silence settles over the room, settles between you, waiting to be cut, to be torn apart, and you know that this is your chance.

“So,” you start, and immediately both Javi and Katie turn their heads to look at you. You take a sip from your water before continuing. “Katie, there’s some things –”

She interrupts you immediately. “I know, Javi told me. I’m fine with it.”

You take a deep breath. “Yes, I just want us to go over it one more time, to make sure we’re all on the same page.”

God, why do you sound so awkward? This isn’t supposed to be a business negotiation and yet it feels like one. You don’t want to alienate Katie by insisting on those rules, but you need something to hold on to once you get started.

“I’m gonna be in charge,” you say quickly. “I hope Javi mentioned that.”

“He did,” Katie confirms with a nod.

“And I want you to leave once this is over.” It sounds mean, but it’s too late to phrase it nicer now.

“Yeah, sure,” Katie says, her expression neutral. “No problem.”

“I’m open to trying anything,” you go on. “But the minute someone feels uncomfortable with something, we stop. All right?” You look at both of them for confirmation. They both nod. “I need a verbal confirmation, please.”

“Yes,” Javi says, “we stop.”

“Of course,” Katie agrees.

“And there’s one more thing,” you say, trying to work up the courage to address it. You know it’s silly to be nervous about it, especially since you all just agreed to be open with one another, and since Javi already knows about it, but you still feel apprehension at the thought of bringing it up.

“Yeah, I know,” Katie says before you can continue. “No penetration.”

She says it so matter-of-factly, in the same tone of voice she used to talk about the new regulations that suddenly you feel like there won’t be any problems at all.

“I’m fine with fingers,” you say quickly, “just not …”

“Yes, and I’m completely fine with that,” Katie assures you.

You have no idea how she does it, how she can sit there and talk about this without flinching. Maybe you’re the problem; maybe you need to relax more. You enjoyed your evening talking to Katie, you enjoyed getting to know here, so there is nothing to indicate you’re not going to enjoy this. Katie is certainly set on enjoying herself, judging by the way her eyes roam over Javi, practically undressing him with her gaze.

And suddenly, you don’t feel shy at all. You feel brave and bold, and entirely not yourself as you lean closer to Katie and, before you can change your mind, capture her bottom lip between your lips. Katie makes a surprised sound, but then her hand is at the nape of your neck as she pulls you close. You can taste the beer lingering on her lips as you pry them open with your tongue, and you feel her gasp softly against your skin, and you just know that this won’t be a problem at all. You feel bolder with each passing second, not breaking the kiss when you rest your hand against her thigh, and she’s not breaking the kiss when you move it higher up to cup one of her breasts. All that catches your attention is a sharp intake of breath somewhere behind you. Katie hears it, too, and it makes her break the kiss.

“So, where’s the bedroom?” she asks, putting down her beer.

***

Javi’s bedroom is dark, except for the occasional flicker of light from a passing car that illuminates the walls and the bed for a few short moments. Neither of you switches on the light as you enter. It is a quiet procession, slightly awkward, as if you all don’t quite know how to approach this. You still feel apprehensive, but this feeling is slowly being replaced by giddy excitement, by adrenaline and arousal mixing together to form a dangerous, explosive cocktail you long to control but you also want to see ignited. You try to breathe in deeply, slowly, but your throat feels tight as your heart beats loudly against your ribcage.

You want this, you have to remind yourself, and it’s not the act itself you’re thinking about, but what you discussed just a few minutes ago. You wanted to be in charge, you tell yourself as both Javi and Katie look at you, their faces hidden behind thick shadows.

Katie looks as nervous as you feel. You’re all new to this, but she’s not as used to hiding her emotions behind a solid mask as Javi is. She glances at you, then back at him, waiting for you to say something. Or for him to do something. You were so brave and determined in the other room, as if you knew exactly what you were doing. You were another person. But now this feels solid and real, not something you just talk about with Javi to see the heat in his gaze. They actually expect you to do something, to guide them, and you’re not sure you can do it.

Javi, ever observant, ever determined to look out for you, senses your insecurity. Of course he does, how could he not? He is focused on you, it feels like you’re the only person here who matters to him, like this is about you and no one else. He takes a step forward until he’s a hand's width away from you, then pulls you close into a deep kiss, one that leaves you breathless within seconds. His tongue is everywhere, and his teeth nip and bite at your lip and neck until all you can do is cling to the collar of his shirt to help you ground yourself. He pushes you up against the nearest wall until you’re trapped between two solid entities. You’ve never felt safer and more sheltered. Your initial insecurity blows off as you lose yourself in the attention he’s paying you. His hands are eager to explore, roaming across your chest, pulling open your blouse with so much force you hear one of the buttons hitting the floor somewhere. You don’t mind; all you want is for him to keep going.

He does, forcing you to spread your legs so he can push one of his strong thighs between them, and you obey willingly, while you press sloppy, open-mouthed kisses against the hot skin of his neck, against the bulging vein that protrudes when you let your fingers brush against his chest and stomach, trailing lower and lower, eager to reach their goal. Before they can, he pushes up his thigh and you grind down onto it, both of you moaning from the strain and the tension of it. You can feel your slick coating your underwear, you’re sure he can feel the heat through the fabric of both your trousers, and it only spurs him on – he takes a hold of your hips and urges you to keep moving. You do, your eyes fluttering shut, as your entire world is reduced to that sweet friction as you chase your pleasure, completely lost in the moment.

But then his mouth is right next to your ear and he whispers something, his voice raspy and raw, and your whole body trembles.

“Look at you,” he says, and you feel the words reverberating in his chest. “You want this, don’t you?”

“Yes,” you breathe out in a whispered pant. “God, yes.”

He pushes up his thigh again and you let out a moan that fills the entire room.

His lips are still right next to your ear, you can feel his breath tickle your sensitive skin. “Can I kiss her?” he asks. “Will you let me?”

You can’t tell if it’s that he’s so close to you, so overwhelmingly close and solid and present, or if it’s the pleading edge to his voice when he asks you, but something makes you vibrate with desire and all you can do is nod quickly, your head connecting to the wall with a dull thud. You don’t even feel it.

He pulls you in for another kiss, taking his time with you, and you taste him, inhale his scent, drink him down, before you pull back with a soft chuckle. “Go,” you whisper, “she might get bored.”

“Yes,” he agrees, and presses another soft kiss to your lips. “I want you to take off your clothes, all right?” His thumb brushes over your cheek when he quickly cups your face. “Get comfortable …,” he hesitates, “… and if you want us to stop …”

“No!” you interrupt him. “No, please.”

The smirk spreading across his face is too cocksure for your taste, and while he’s turning away from you, you’re already trying to come up with a plan to get back at him.

Your skin still burns, it feels like your whole body, every cell, is on fire, your lungs struggle to draw in air to keep you alive. You’re sure you look like a mess, your fingers tingle and your legs shake, and you just can’t explain it, why he suddenly has this effect on you. You’re attracted to him, more than you’ve ever been to another man before, and he makes you feel so good whenever he touches you and fucks you, but this is new.

Your eyes never leave his back as he steps over to where Katie is standing completely still, as he pulls her close by her wrist, cups her cheek, his fingers tangling in her long hair, and then his lips are on hers, and she melts against him. You listen to her soft moans and his rough pants as they explore each other, and suddenly your body burns up with longing again, longing to be touched and kissed, longing to pull out those same sounds from someone else. You watch as he undresses her with adept hands, as he roughly cups one of her breasts and she mewls, satisfaction flashing across his face, as he shoves one hand between her legs, then turns to you with a satisfied grin.

He doesn’t have to say it. You know.

You hurry to get out of your clothes while Javi does the same. Katie is leaning against the wall, her body trembling, and you know how she feels, you know about the burning between her legs, about the heartbeat pounding in her ears. You’re all too familiar with the effects of his touch, his kisses, his filthy words whispered against sweat-slicked skin. But she’s been hit by it without a chance to prepare herself. When another car drives past, you get a glimpse of her flushed skin and the glimmer in her unfocused eyes, and yours flutter shut for a second in response as your hands curl into fists.

If this is what Javi gets to see when he touches you it’s not surprising he does it so often.

He takes your hand and leads you to the bed, helps you settle down comfortably. Katie follows, her gaze fixed on Javi’s hard cock, eyes wide.

“No,” he says, as if he can read her mind. “She’s first.”

It’s against your deal, against the rules you set for this to work. He shouldn’t be in charge, you should be, you should tell them what comes next, how to approach this. But when one of his hands grips your thigh and pulls so your legs spread and you hear a hissed breath as he looks at the evidence of your arousal slick and glistening between your legs, you lose all will to take charge. Instead, you let your head fall back and wait, wait for him.

And then there’s something else, too; Katie, on your other side, much smaller, less imposing, but there, smelling sweet and clean where Javi’s scent is heavy and choking. She settles down comfortably next to you, her body pressed against yours, and before you can get used to the feeling of her own arousal against your leg, she softly moves your head, so you look at her, and then she’s kissing you hungrily. Suddenly, her sweet scent is all you breathe and taste, her soft lips against your own ignite something deep within you, something you already felt back in the living room but which you pushed down for the time being because it wasn’t the right place. Now it is, and you pull back and push one of your legs between hers, watching how her jaw tightens, how her eyes open wide, and then she starts rolling her hips, coating your skin with her slick. You tangle your fingers in the hair at the nape of her neck and force her to look down, to watch herself, and when she does, you’re suddenly filled with two of Javi’s fingers, stretching you open.

A hoarse moan escapes your throat as he pulls them out again but immediately replaces them with three. You’re used to it, used to his thick, strong fingers stretching you, but you’re so wound up and on edge that it almost feels overwhelming. There are tears pricking at the corners of your eyes, but then you feel Katie’s lips against your neck, and it brings you back down.  

Somewhere above you, Javi huffs. “You’re so wet,” he says, his voice unbelievably deep and rough and it makes a shudder run through you from the top of your head to the tip of your toes. You want to come up with a witty retort, but you can’t, not when you hear what he says next. “Do you want to feel her, Katie?”

“Can I?” Katie whispers against your neck, but before the question has left her mouth in its entirety, you’re already replying.

“Yes, fuck,” you moan, trying to push up your hips to take Javi’s fingers in deeper.

He grips you with his free hand and pushes you back into the mattress. And then you feel the much softer touch of Katie’s fingers against your stomach, stroking you soothingly. She even whispers a soft, “Shh,” against the shell of your ear, and you squirm in reply, but then she finds your clit and softly circles it, once, twice, and you go limp at the same time as she bites down on your neck to muffle a breathless, “Fuck.”

You share that sentiment. Her fingers feel nothing like Javi’s. They’re softer both in touch and pressure but combined with his three still buried deep inside of you, still fucking into you with wet, obscene noises, you feel like you’ve found Heaven on Earth. You’re close, every muscle in your body tenses, and you close your eyes with a deep groan.

Suddenly, Javi’s hand closes around your jaw and he pulls. “Look at me,” he demands. “I want to see you.”

Reluctantly, you open your eyes, but then you see it. Javi is looking at you like he usually does, with amazement and want, but there is also a different edge to it, something between unrestrained lust and uninhibited pride, and something like adoration too, and he’s never looked at you like that before. It’s enough to push you over the edge and you come with a hoarse cry, tightening around his fingers, pushing him even deeper into you, and this time Katie has to hold you in place with a firm grip as he continues to fuck you with three wet fingers, fuck you through your orgasm, the muscles on his arm taut with the effort.  

Only when you hiss and try to move away does he stop. He leans down to press a soft kiss against your temple as you shudder and try to catch your breath. Katie’s hand moves up to stroke across your stomach in lazy circles, while she presses small kisses along the underside of your jaw. You swallow hard and close your eyes – you have never, never, felt like this after an orgasm; you feel so open and vulnerable with both of them doting on you like this, but you also feel safe and secure. The only thing that’s missing is a feeling of deep satisfaction, and you might have an idea how to achieve that.

“You all right?”

It takes you a moment to realize Javi has addressed you, but once this information registers with you, you nod slowly. “Just give me a second,” you answer, your voice raw. You clear your throat and the movement stings.

Did you scream? You probably did but you don’t remember.

Javi relaxes, sits up, and carefully pulls out his fingers. You hadn’t even realized they were still inside of you, and you hiss at the sudden feeling of emptiness. He only smirks at you, a lopsided grin that ignites another spark of desire deep in your belly.

“Lie down,” you tell him, your voice still hoarse and dry.

He looks at you, a question on his face.

“Come on,” you urge him, pushing yourself up on your elbows so you’re closer to him. “Lie down on your back.”

He does as he’s told, lying down on your right side next to Katie who’s still cuddled up to you, still trying to kiss your neck, your shoulders, anywhere she can reach. But your eyes are on Javi, and on the unreadable expression on his face. There is definitely some curiosity there, some inquisitiveness, and you haven’t forgotten – you haven’t forgotten about wanting to get back at him.

With a finger under Katie’s chin, you tilt her head up to kiss her, a slow kiss that quickly turns into something more. She grips your arm and holds on as you take your time with her, exploring her mouth, exploring all the ways you can make her sigh and whimper. By the time you pull away, she’s a quivering mess and you can’t blame her, especially not once you realize why her moans have grown louder and more desperate during the last few minutes.

Javi’s hand is between her thighs, and you see him move two fingers in and out of her at a leisurely pace. This sight – his thick fingers, the same ones that were buried so deep inside of you only minutes ago, now coated in her slick – makes you bite back a moan that’s trying to force its way out of your chest. You lock eyes with Javi as he pushes a third finger into her and she drops her head onto your shoulder with a strangled sigh; there’s a challenge in his gaze, one you’re ready to accept.

You run your fingers through Katie’s hair and watch Javi continue what he’s doing, listen to the obscenely wet sounds his movements make, and whisper soothing words to the woman by your side, whisper to her how good she is for you, how well she’s taking it, how pretty she looks on display for you like that. You know Javi can hear you, you see his cock twitch when you ask, “Would you like him to taste you?” and her breathlessly replying, “Yes.”

Javi moves to get up, but you quickly put a stop to this by shaking your head. “No,” you say, “we’re doing this my way.”

Yes, there’s definitely curiosity in his gaze, but you also don’t think his eyes have ever been this dark before.

You softly kiss Katie again, then say, “Hey,” in the quietest voice you can muster, giving the circumstances. “Look at me.”

Katie opens her eyes and gazes at you, her brow knit tightly, her eyes glazed over with lust. The sight makes you bite your lip, and her gaze immediately flickers down to where your teeth dig into the soft flesh.

“Are you all right?” you ask her.

She nods slowly.

“If there’s something you don’t feel comfortable with, just tell me.”

She swallows and nods again. You have a feeling she wants to say something but doesn’t trust her voice.

You nod too. “Get up,” you say, giving the softness in your voice an edge to show her this isn’t up for debate.

Javi slowly pulls his fingers out of her and you see her thighs quiver at the loss. You help her into a kneeling position.

“He’s gonna taste you now, all right?” you ask, making sure everyone is on board with what’s going to happen next. “I’m going to take care of him, so I don’t want you to worry about that. But you’re going to look at me the whole time.”

Her eyes widen as she realizes what you mean, and you hear Javi inhale sharply behind her. You let them find a position that is comfortable for them while you move to settle between Javi’s legs. His cock is an angry, red color and you cannot wait to feel the weight of it in your hand, to give him some of the relief he’s craving. He’s been so good for you – for the both of you –, he deserves to be taken care of. You let your eyes wander to the tip, to the drop of pre-cum that is inviting you to lean down and taste him, when you hear a deep groan vibrate through his entire body, so depraved and unrestrained it makes you look up.

Katie’s thighs are planted to the left and right of Javi’s head, his hands are digging into her soft flesh to spread them even further. Her head is thrown back in pure bliss as he licks up into her, holding her down so he can reach as much of her as possible. You’re completely mesmerized by the sight in front of you, by Javi’s face buried between another woman’s legs, by her arousal coating his chin, and it makes your own cunt clench with need. For a moment, just one brief moment, you consider abandoning your plan, taking him inside of you until you’re joined, connected, until nothing could pull you apart, and then fucking him until he spills inside you, moaning your name into Katie’s cunt.

But you don’t.

You take a deep breath, then wrap your hand around the base of Javi’s cock.

His moan of strained relief sends a jolt of pleasure through you.

You run your fingers up his length and swipe your thumb across the tip, collecting some of the pre-cum. As a response, he digs his nails deeper into Katie’s thighs and she cries out, a sound somewhere between pain and pleasure.

“He likes it rough, you know,” you say, circling the tip of his cock with your thumb lightly, casually, as if you were doodling a circle while talking to someone on the phone.

Katie’s eyes snap open and she looks at you, but you’re not sure she sees you. You don’t blame her. You’re well aware of what Javi can do with his tongue. You know what it feels like when he moans against your wet cunt, your swollen clit. In fact, you’re surprised Katie hasn’t come all over his face yet.

“Grab his neck,” you say, and cannot help but laugh lewdly when she immediately complies, her slender fingers closing around his strong, muscular throat. You watch as a vein at the base of his neck bulges, straining with effort, while he never once falters, while he continues to lick through Katie’s wet folds like she’s the most delicious thing he’s ever tasted. “Go on then,” you say, your hand closing around the base of his cock again and squeezing, “don’t be shy – fuck his face.”

The way Katie follows your orders immediately, without hesitation, without the flicker of a doubt on her face, makes pleasure shoot through your veins. You swallow hard at the sight of her rolling her hips almost leisurely, her fingers still wrapped around his throat for purchase, while he drinks her down without complaint, a dark flush creeping up his chest and neck.

You’ve teased him enough.

You pump his cock once, twice, before settling yourself so you can wrap an arm around his leg, running your fingers through his coarse, dark hair, and then you finally allow yourself to taste him. You suck the tip of him into your mouth, letting his taste burst on your tongue, appreciating it like you would appreciate expensive wine. You take him in deeper, his heaviness familiar against your tongue, his taste sharp and strong, and he rewards you with a deep, dark growl, with low moans, with clipped sighs. One of his hands find its way to the nape of your neck to push you down further, and you let him. He’s been patient enough – he’s allowed to take for a while.

But there’s something else, too, another noise, one you usually don’t hear when you do this: the wet sound of his tongue against Katie’s center, her quiet gasps mixed with his strained huffs. You can feel yourself get impossibly wet at hearing them, at hearing this ambient noise all around you, and you let out a moan of your own before hollowing your cheeks to take even more of him in your mouth until his tip brushes against the back of your throat and you feel tears sting at the corner of your eyes.

Javi lets out a low growl and pushes his hips up. You hold him down, try to restrain him, but his muscles tense, his breathing gets ragged and then ….

You hear it, a quiet gasp, and look up. Katie’s eyes are on you, her face is flushed, she looks like she’s burning up, and it takes you a moment to realize what is happening until you notice she’s stilled completely, and her hands have left Javi’s neck and are braced against his broad chest, her nails digging into his flesh, leaving angry marks. She’s coming, she’s coming all over his face, while he continues to lick her with the most obscenely wet sounds you’ve ever heard. She doesn’t even have time to call out or shout his name because she’s so overwhelmed, taken completely by surprise, and you are, too. All you can do is sit up and watch her, brushing the loose strands of hair from her face, as she comes completely undone without a single sound.

You don’t give her much time to catch her breath, neither of you do. With a firm grip, Javi pushes her off him and you immediately set the next step of your plan in motion.

“Do you want to return the favor?” you ask her.

Her eyes grow wide, and it feels like she’s unable to speak, but she nods eagerly. You can see her heartbeat, a quick pulsing in her neck, tempting you, and you lean forward to kiss it.

“Go on then,” you whisper against her skin.

You swap places; she settles herself between Javi’s legs and you lie down next to him. He looks like a mess. His chest is rising and falling rapidly like he’s just finished running a marathon. There are marks all over the skin, and his cheeks are flushed. His eyes are glazed over, and his curls are damp with sweat, sticking to his forehead. You run your fingers through them, trying to smooth them back. He wipes the back of his hand across his mouth, drawing your eyes lower to his mustache that’s impossibly darker.

The urge to kiss him becomes unbearable.

When you do, he doesn’t taste like himself. There is another taste mixed in there, one that is foreign to you, and you bite down on his lip possessively when you taste it. He lets out a low growl and bucks his hips, drawing your attention downwards.

Katie looks up at the both of you, tears in her eyes. She’s doing her best, but you know how it is, you know that Javi’s size can be overwhelming at first. You decide to help her, to make this as enjoyable as possible for both of them.

“He likes a firm hold at the base,” you say.

Katie’s fingers close around his cock in a firm grip and Javi hisses, his breath fanning across your neck.

“Good girl,” you praise. You don’t know where this is coming from, but Katie’s eyes flutter shut and Javi’s chest rumbles with a desperate purr and you know you’ve said the right thing. “Use your tongue more,” you continue, “and try to get out of your head … he likes it sloppy.”

Katie’s tongue darts out to lick along the underside of Javi’s cock, from base to tip, before she takes him in her mouth again, doing her best to hold him steady. She doesn’t break eye contact with you and it’s only when you nod encouragingly that she lets him fall from her mouth with a wet plop, a trail of spit connecting her to his tip.

“Yeah, that’s better,” you tell her. “Keep that up and he won’t last long.”

You turn your attention back to Javi who looks at you with eyes impossibly dark. If there was a source of light in the room, you’re sure you’d be able to see your reflection in them. You grip a tuft of hair at the top of his head and hold him in place.

“Is this what you wanted?” you ask him, whispering the words into his ear, against his hot, flushed, sweat-slicked skin.

He nods, nothing more.

“I want to hear you say it,” you urge him on.

When he answers you with words, you hear why he was trying to communicate non-verbally. The “yes” he gives you is a hoarse, deep, desperate sound. You had no idea his voice could sound like this, could sound so wrecked, so taut, so pleading. You kiss him, and he kisses you back with such urgency, like a drowning man coming up for air.

You’re drunk, drunk on this power you have over him, drunk on being in charge of his pleasure while not even touching him, and you feel the desire to exploit this, to push him as far as he’ll let you without breaking him. You kiss him back, holding him in place with the fingers in his hair, while you listen to Katie moan around his cock. He moans, too, and his hips twitch, and you know he’s close, one fist tangled in the bedsheets, the other holding on to your arm.

“Katie, stop,” you say.

She does immediately, thinking there’s something wrong. Javi groans in frustration, his hips jerking upwards to chase that bit of friction from Katie’s hand still wrapped around him.

“Change of plans,” you tell them.

“No, please.”

You don’t recognize Javi’s voice. If you wouldn’t have seen his mouth move, you wouldn’t have known it was him who had just spoken.

“Please, querida.” He’s trying to convince you, he really is, knowing you usually can’t resist him when he calls you that, but you can, you have to this time.

“There’s something I want to try,” you tell him, letting your fingers run down his chest. “You said I could decide what we’re doing.”

“Yes, you can, but please …”

“If you do as I say …,” you say slowly, swallowing hard, “you can fuck me as hard as you want.”

He thinks this is hard for him, but it’s nothing compared to how hard this is for you. You’re sure you could come from hearing him say two more words in that voice of his. Luckily, he shuts his mouth and nods, determination on his face.

You sit up. “Katie, come here.” You beckon her close with a wave of your hand. “Lie down next to him.” Katie does as she’s told, glancing at Javi whose eyes are fixed on you. “Make sure his hands stay where you can see them. He’s not allowed to touch himself.”

“Yes,” Katie says, her voice hoarse.

You allow yourself to give her one kiss, just one, before you frame her chin with your thumb and index finger and turn her face so she’s looking at Javi. Where Javi’s skin is burning, Katie’s is cool to the touch when you let your hands run down her sides and over the taut plane of her stomach. She sucks in a quiet breath as you brush your fingers over her thighs, over the mound of hair between them, and then you touch her.

Your eyes flutter shut at the sensation, at feeling her soft, warm, wet center. You run your fingers through her drenched folds, you listen to her gasps and whimpers, you hear Javi’s voice, too, but you can’t understand what he’s saying. And then, with a shallow breath, you push one finger into Katie. You feel her clench around you, you hear her whisper your name in surprise, but you’re too mesmerized by the sight of your digit vanishing between her folds to look at her.

You get it. You get it now. You know, you understand why Javi loves doing this to you.

When you add a second finger and pick up the pace, Katie moans loudly, but still not loud enough to drown out Javi’s aroused grunt. You finally lift your head to look at them both, at Javi, whose mouth hangs open, who has a look on his face like he’s trying to solve an unsolvable puzzle, and at Katie, who’s doing her best to keep her gaze on Javi, but whose eyelids flutter dangerously.

You shift positions and then your face is level with Katie’s weeping cunt. You pull out your fingers, grab her thighs in a tight grip, and give her one experimental lick, just a taste, just a sample. It’s so different from what Javi tastes like, it’s less heavy, less prominent. You try it again. And again.

Katie is a whimpering mess by now; one of her hands is resting against the top of your head; what the other one is doing, you don’t know. All you can focus on is the feeling of her against your tongue as you suck on her clit. That makes her scream, and you do it again, until her voice is hoarse.

Then you hear Javi. “You like that?” he asks, and you think he’s talking to you, but when you lift your eyes, you see he has Katie’s face in a tight grip, forcing her to look at you.

Katie nods.

“Tell her,” Javi demands, tightening his grip.

“Fuck,” Katie moans, and for you, this would have been enough, but not for Javi.

“You can do better than that,” he coos.

“It – you feel so good,” Katie tries. “God, I … more, please.”

“What do you need?” Javi asks. “Tell her.”

“Can I have … I just need … a finger,” Katie answers, her face and chest impossibly red, her expression open and vulnerable, her eyes glazed over. “I just want something to come on.”

You pull away for a second, a smirk on your face. “You can have two,” you say, before shoving two fingers inside her. You feel her tense around you, pulling you in deeper, and when you put your tongue back on her clit, she lets out the filthiest, most desperate moan you’ve heard her make all evening.

She didn’t moan like that when Javi was between her legs.

“Do you want to come?” you hear Javi ask her, and a strangled sound is the reply. “That good enough for you?” he asks you.

“No,” you say between licks.

“You heard her,” Javi goes on. “Try again.”

“Please …,” Katie whimpers. “I need to …”

You push your fingers impossibly deeper into her and she tightens around them with a hoarse scream, over and over, while you suck her clit into your mouth again with a filthy sound. She tries to pull away then, but you hold her in place with your free hand.

“No,” you say, your voice breathy. “Another one.”

Javi lets go of Katie’s face and shifts on the bed. Your eyes flicker to him, but he’s keeping his promise so far.

“Think you can do it?” he asks Katie.

“I don’t know,” she answers.

“You can,” you tell her. “Just keep an eye on him.”

You’re on thin ice, you know that. There’s only so far Javi will allow you to push him. But you feel drunk on the power you hold not only over him, but also over Katie. Her legs tremble when you drag your tongue through her wet folds again, her muscles twitch, and her hips push upwards. You hold her down, then repeat the movement with your tongue before pushing the tip of it into her. Katie’s head falls back with another loud moan, and this time you let her roll her hips against your mouth before pulling away.

The desperate whimper she makes cloaks your mind in a hazy, filthy mist of lust.

“Tell me, Katie,” you start, lazily pushing the tip of your finger into her, “who’s better? Me or him?”

You don’t look at her as you say it, you look at Javi. He holds your gaze, his expression unreadable, but there is something in his eyes, something that reminds you of a gathering storm.

“You,” Katie breathes out. “You, fuck!”

And then the storm breaks loose in Javi’s eyes. You see the lightning, hear the thunder, you feel the electricity prick at the back of your neck. You shouldn’t have asked Katie this question, you shouldn’t have provoked him like this, but here you are. There no taking it back now.

Even as you turn your attention back to Katie, even as you taste her cunt once more, you know he’s watching you. You feel his heated gaze, you feel something simmer just beneath the surface. As long has Katie moans and writhes beneath you, you’re safe. Javi won’t make his move. But as soon as Katie comes, you will have to pay.

And she does, eventually. She pushes her hips up, pressing your face against her with a firm grip at the back of your head, and you feel her come all over your tongue and chin with quiet shouts of pleasure.

Before you have time to collect yourself, before you have time to sit up or catch your breath, Javi is behind you. You don’t even see him move, you only realize he’s changed position when you feel the heat of his body against your back, when you feel his fingers on your sides, when you feel him slam into you. The sheer force of it pushes you up the bed until you’re right above Katie’s dazed face. You hold on for dear life, your fingers gripping the bedsheets, as Javi fucks you with so much force you can feel him everywhere. You don’t even have enough air left in your lungs to cry out, all you can hear is his skin against yours and his low grunts as he’s finally taking what you’ve denied him for so long. There is nothing you can do but let him.

You know you won’t last long, neither of you will. But when you feel Katie’s fingers against your clit, when you look into her eyes and see her bite her lip in concentration, it’s too much. The contrast between Javi fucking you at a punishing pace and Katie’s soft touch, almost like a caress, loosens something within you before your entire body tenses up. Something is happening to you that you cannot quite explain. You feel yourself grow unbelievably wet, so wet Javi slips out of you completely for a second but pulls you back onto him with a rough tug, and then you hear Katie moan out a low, “Shit”. You bury your face in the crook of her neck, feeling wrung out yet taut at the same time. It’s so overwhelming you feel like you’re about to explode, like you cannot keep going, but they don’t stop. Javi has an arm slung around your stomach as he holds you in place, Katie has your hip in a firm grip while she circles your clit with a movement that’s enough to keep you on edge but not push you over it. Javi has grown completely quiet, and you know exactly why; you know what his face looks like even though you can’t see him, you know he’s about to come from the way his muscles twitch against your back. But you don’t know if you can give him what he wants, if you can come on his cock buried deep inside you, his cock that sends jolt after jolt of rough pleasure through you. You’re too overwhelmed, you won’t be able to let go.

But then, your face still buried in Katie’s neck, you hear her say, “Come for us,” and that’s all it takes. You do, your muscles closing around Javi’s cock like a vise, while you bite down on the soft skin of Katie’s shoulder, trying to muffle the scream that tears itself from an undiscovered place within you, so well hidden, so deeply buried you had no idea it existed. And while you feel wave over wave of pleasure rush through you, you also feel Javi flood you in wave over wave of hot release, his body completely still, holding you in place until he’s done.

He pulls out of you with a wet sound, and you immediately sink down next to Katie, spent and exhausted and more tired than you’ve ever felt in your life. Katie kisses your cheek, your temple, your lips, anywhere she can reach, while Javi gets a wet cloth from the bathroom to clean you up. The second to last thing you remember is Javi joining you on the bed again, his strong arms wrapping around you, whispering soothing words.

The last thing you remember is taking Katie’s hand into yours and saying, “Stay.”

***

It’s early morning, the street outside Javi’s flat is still quiet, and you yawn as you lean against his arm, a cup of coffee in your hand.

“Are you sure you don’t want to stay for breakfast?” you ask Katie as you watch her put on her shoes.

“Thank you, but I have a lot of work to catch up on,” she rejects your offer again with a smile. “Another time maybe?”

“Do you want to grab coffee sometime?” you ask her.

“Sure!” she exclaims excitedly. “Anytime.”

“I’ll give you a call, okay?”

She nods, then pulls you away from Javi and into a tight hug. “It was lovely meeting you,” she says, her arms still slung around you. “I had a lot of fun.”

“Me too,” you say, before pulling away.

Katie turns her attention to Javi. “Thank you,” she says. For what exactly, she doesn’t reveal.

Javi, his hair still messy from sleep, wearing nothing but an old pair of boxers, looking exhausted and tired, still manages to smile at her. He leans down and presses a kiss against her cheek. She presses a kiss against his lips.

“See you,” she says, meaning both of you. 

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