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[chaostified]

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got a new utmv au idea.

[melissa-titanium]

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your curlyhaired N kept apearing in my SCHOOL folders. Sending him back to you

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[sarah-dipitous]

Hellsite Nostalgia Tour 2023 Day 210

Black/The Time of the Doctor

“Black”

Plot Description: Sam’s frantic search for his brother takes him down dangerous paths. Meanwhile, Dean lives it up with Crowley, and Castiel faces his own mortality

First of all, that’s A LOT to saddle a season opener with…JESUS. Second, we may now be in uncharted (by me) territory when it comes to supernatural

Would I Survive the First Five Minutes??: the only thing that would keep me alive is not being a demon.

There is very little funnier than JPad’s acting some days. Him yelling “WHERE’S MY BROTHER” was…god…awful

After a whole season of Sam insisting he’d let Dean go, he’d let Dean die…he sure is reading the “Sammy, let me go” note a lot, calling a lot of hunters for signs of demon activity, checking the internet for supernatural signs a WHOLE LOT. Seems like SOMEONE was a BIG OL LIAR

Noooo, Cas. You sound TERRIBLE. That’s NOT GOOD

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Sam’s gonna go it alone…or maybe not (but probably)

Omg everyone hating Demon Dean’s karaoke 💀 and still somehow getting laid.

The thing about Demon Dean though is that his hair’s grown out a little and it looks good

Did…did the cop just call Dean “Porn Guy”?! 💀 this show is so unserious

Oooooo, now Sam knows Dean’s a demon

Who’s this guy now?? Some other hunter? A marine turned hunter? But he has a family??

Hannah’s such a good friend to Cas. She’s looking out for him when he won’t do it for himself 😭

This dude probably makes minimum wage, no, he didn’t ask the guy repeatedly stabbing another dude right in front of him a whole lot of questions. He doesn’t get paid enough for that, it’s not in his job description, SAM

OH! Crowley, that is CUTTING!! Saying you and Dean were wondering if Sam had hit another dog??? (Like when Sam dated Amelia instead of trying to find Dean in purgatory)

It will never fail to amuse me when Crowley insists Dean is his best friend. And like….it’s kinda true right now. He manifested that shit

I forgot what Cas and Hannah’s mission is. Right…an angel killing (like, a DIFFERENT angel killed another angel)

Wait wait wait. Dean doesn’t know he’s a demon?!

Omggggg everyone’s so in love with Dean. Crowley wants to rule hell WITH DEAN. BESTIE. He is not the love of your life. He is literally just a guy. Hit him with your car

Is…that marine guy? Now beating up Sam? Who somehow put a bomb in Sam’s car?? (Hey. Hey, phone? Why did you wanna autofill head or mouth where I typed CAR?!)

Someone…cut Dean off. Omg thank you, blondie

Dean Winchester, that was WHOLLY uncalled for. You don’t call the woman who you slept with, who THANKFULLY cut you off at the bar, who made sure you got somewhere safe, and then got you water and advil a skank

Maybe Daniel should be speaking to Hannah. Of COURSE Castiel knows what the dude’s talking about. He was FULLY HUMAN for a while

Look, the ideological differences are cool and all but can we NOT have the female angels getting into a physical altercation while the male ones are like “but TALKING. Please stop fightinggggg”

Oop. Spoke too soon. Cas just fully stabbed Daniel dead

WHO IS THIS GUY??? WHY DOES HE HATE THE WINCHESTERS SO MUCH???

Yeah. Same, Sam. I don’t know who this dude is…who THE FUCK ARE YOU?? You are not fully prepared to deal with Dean, my man

Honestly, from Hannah’s perspective…that…makes sense. She’s seen what chaos does to the structure of heaven and hierarchy of angels over and over first hand. It’s awful. And, somehow, she’s still fighting side by side with the angel who always seems to be standing in the middle of that chaos

Oooo, are we finally finding out who this guy who kidnapped Sam is??? Apparently not…PLEASE JUST TELL MEEEEEEEEE

“The Time of the Doctor”

Plot Description: The Eleventh Doctor takes the controls of the TARDIS for the last time

This doesn’t feel possible…the end of Eleven felt SO FAR OFF before. WHAT THE HELL. HOW ARE WE HERE ALREADY?!

Always nice to see the Daleks

WHY DO YOU HAVE A CYBERMAN HEAD AS AN ASSISTANT?!

Doc just has the WORST luck right now. He’s unwittingly gone into TWO places carrying detached parts of the enemies there AND Clara’s begging him to pretend to be her boyfriend for Christmas

Clara’s home decorated for Christmas is so charming…why’s the Doctor have to ruin it by forgetting to make it so his holographic clothes are visible to people besides Clara

She…uses the TARDIS to get to restaurant reservations on time and cook and … wtf. The planet is Gallifrey??

Wait. Wait. Wait. The Silence are back?? Of course they are, this is when Eleven regenerates

Mmmmmm. So like. Clara’s clearly uncomfortable with this holographic clothing thing but she’ll apparently forget about it just long enough for the Doctor to hug her from behind and hang on? Come on. That’s just bad writing

Omg what aliens AREN’T going to be in here?? The Daleks, cybermen, silence, now weeping angels? And all quickly escaped from…which is boring

NOT A COMMENT ABOUT MATT’S EYEBROWS. It’s one thing for tumblr to make jokes in the fandom, it’s another to make Clara ask if the Doctor shaved his eyebrows off

“How can a town be called Christmas?” “I don’t knows how can an island be called Easter?”

The crack in Amy’s WALL IS BACK?! Actually I do kind of remember this

Omggg the planet wasn’t Gallifrey. It was TRENZALORE?!

Omg he MADE A HOME ON TRENZALORE?!?! It’s not just his grave but his HOME?! THAT HE FIERCELY PROTECTS?!?! I’m fine. This is fine.

Oh…right. He kind of had to. He sent the TARDIS away with Clara

Oh his cyberman head assistant is dead now RIP Handles

The way there’s a boy who would wait for the Doctor to take him in the TARDIS

There’s so much and yet so little going on…

He says he’d never send you away. He never said he wouldn’t leave…

Ugh, Clara’s mom sucks. Thank god her grandmother is cool. Dad’s a bit of a nothingburger but harmless

So…was the 12 regeneration cycles a thing before Moffat? And if not why’d he write himself into that? Like…the show’s not really going anywhere any time soon

I can’t lie, whenever Matt makes a yell-y speech to the skies, I do feel emotional

So, does twelve redecorate the TARDIS?? Did they build this whole set for like five episodes??

The difference between Ten and Eleven and companions meeting other companions…CLARA DIDNT EVEN KNOW ABOUT AMY. I hate it. All of Ten’s companions made fun of him together. It was great!

Also, like…what a way to make Clara feel so unimportant. I mean…sure, it would have been equally wrong to not include Amy at all but this is just WEIRD. He had a whole moment with a hallucination of Amy while Clara just stood there

And there he isssss. Hello Mr Capaldi!

[asumofwords]

The tension is KILLING MEEEEEEEEE. Aemond is literally going to explode when they finally kiss omg.... will they kiss???? What is going to happen omg I want to know !!!!

Distance makes the heart go fonder, tension makes the pussy warmer and all that jazz LMAO

[insipid-drivel]

I was raised from about age 12-13 by my stepfather to be a Druid. Putting a readmore because I don't wanna deal with oversensitive Christians.

“Religion is based on complete blind submission and not asking any questions ever”

The gods won't find you very interesting, then. If you can't do anything to help them, entertain them, love them, or capture their interest, then why would they bother with you? Really, how entitled are you if you just assume one or more divinities are yoked to your life like you're their personal iPhone? You're not. Nobody in the pantheon is salivating over your potential worship of them unless one of you reaches out. They have their own lives and shit to do, too. Our gods maintain order in the universe, which can indeed include conflict as part of that order, and so they tend to have very different concerns than "omg did enough people pray to meeeeeeeee?"

If our gods aren't capricious, then they're easily bored by an acute lack of curiosity or novelty in humans. They don't really need us to worship them, but they tend to enjoy it when we do. Asking questions is how you engage with them and signal that you want to learn. If there was such a thing as "too much" for you to learn, you'd never learn it anyway, or maybe even achieve apotheosis if you get Cerridwen to eat you alive afterward. Still wanna try? Good.

“Religion is totally focused on the afterlife and getting into heaven and avoiding hell”

The gods are just as tied to the interests of our world as we are. They often visit and even establish their own sacred grounds in this world (You can literally look The Morrigan's Cave up on Google Maps), can manifest as humans or animals to blend in, and have been known to show up in person to people to hang out, chat, and even fuck.

There isn't a "Hell" - there's Annwn, which is a realm of both life and death and other non-human societies that were either conquered or died out long ago. There were multiple rulers of Annwn, until Arawn challenged them all and, with the help of Pwyll pen Annwn in particular, won. Pwyll's reward for helping Arawn pull it off was an eternal bond of friendship with Arawn, as well as 3 magical pigs that could be killed, butchered, and eaten, only to revive the next day to be eaten again. Pwyll's reward was a rich and powerful god-bestie, and INFINITE BACON.

In other words, our deaths are never the real end to our stories. In this world, we're learning. In the next, we're learning even more, reuniting with our loved ones and descendants when it's their turn to join us, and LEARNING MOOOOORE. Eternal condemnation isn't really a thing (it's kind of counterintuitive to the "learn MOOORE" thing), unless you count "being stuck in the same eternal afterlife as everyone I ever pissed off ever gets the chance to find me and stab me in the face painfully" as a form of Hell, but it's not like that for everybody - just don't be a dick. Sometimes full-on shenanigans happen in Annwn. I mean... it's ruled by a god that rewards his friends with forever-bacon. Relax and live your life now. There's permabacon later.

The other world is the... Otherworld, which is the realm of the Sidhe, fey, and other lethal wonders that will kill you while you're gawking. Sometimes the Seelie and Unseelie Kings will invite mortals into their Court for the entertainment value. Whether the mortals wind up going back home again is neither here nor there.

“Religion is about pushing your beliefs on others and trying to get them to convert”

OUR GODS. DON'T. WANT. UNWILLING. WORSHIP. A lot of them are warriors, rulers, or otherwise have strong political dealings to handle as part of their divine rights, and they don't need random zealots rattling sabers at "unbelievers" and drawing them into conflicts with other deities they weren't already planning on clashing with.

In fact, the ancient gods of the British Isles' respective cultures are legendary for despising Christianity. Even the fey, the Sidhe, and the Fomorians fucking hate Christianity. Why? BECAUSE CHRISTIANS MURDER PEOPLE WHO DON'T CONVERT AND THEN STEAL SACRED LAND FOR THEMSELVES. YAHWEH CAN FUCK OFF.

The thing is, Christians often are so blind to the roots of their own faith - particularly with the Judaic parts of the story - that they don't understand that the only reason the Israelites were ever expected to worship Yahweh was because Abraham made a pact with Yahweh that he, his children, and his people would worship Yahweh eternally. The other Canaan-estranged tribes worshiped gods aside from Yahweh, and nowhere in the Hebrew or Islamic versions of the story is it asserted that there is only one god; just only one god the Israelites were allowed to worship. It was the Israelites that were bound, but not The Whole Of Humanity Forever Everywhere. "Exodus" isn't about the freedom of mankind from tyranny; it's about Yahweh throwing hands with the Egyptian pantheon to get his sworn servants back and keep them good to Abraham's word after 400 years (he literally promises Moses, "Your people will be a nation of priests"). It's basically just a tale of divine human trafficking between opposing deities, with Moses as the guy driving the panel van. To the Celts, Germanic tribes, Norsemen, Goths, and original Bretons, it was creepy and weird and they didn't want anything to do with it. Until, you know, they were threatened with being murdered unless they didn't.

And Jeezy Boi's ressurrection is hardly a new thing. Odin did it by hanging himself from an oak tree, just to find out what death was like (learning more about what it was to be mortal). The Oak and Holly Kings kill one another twice a year and revive twice a year to usher in the changing of the seasons (your soul may be safe as a Christian, but your life wouldn't be without the seasons). Taliesin accidentally learned All Of The Everything from licking some magic soup off of his thumb when Cerridwen told him to stir it for her, she ate him, and gave birth to him as a god (How many genocides has Yahweh committed against his own mortals again without hitting Ctrl+Z? I forget). Arawn elevated himself to Godking by basically cheesing his way through a fight with a dude that couldn't be killed unless it was with 1 single strike, or else he'd resurrect and keep fighting like a Regenerator from Resident Evil. And, this one isn't even in my pantheon, but...

OSIRIS IS LITERALLY THE GOD OF RESURRECTION IN THE EGYPTIAN PANTHEON. Resurrection is NOT that emblematic of Jesus at all. If anything, Yahweh was being derivative as hell with that one.

...And Constantine I never had any visions of a cross made of light before he went to battle against Maxentius. He studied Catechism later in his life, but was only formally baptized when he was on his deathbed. He was a shrewd politician that had to deal with an unruly bunch of monotheists shitting on their polytheistic neighbors and telling them their gods sucked. It was causing problems among the Roman citizens that were getting out of hand.

Constantine was known to have close ties to a Christian, named Eusebius of Nicomedia. He was notorious for being an aggressive, high-handed politician, who pushed the whole, "Constantine saw signs of Christ before his triumph of Maxentius and that's why he converted," story after Constantine had been baptized and subsequently died. Archaeologists have used extensive imaging technology to see if Constantine's Triumphal Arch ever featured paint that could've been depicting the cross vision, or any other Christian iconography, but nobody has ever found signs of Christianity on the arch that was supposed to help immortalize Constantine's legacy after his death. Eusebius claimed that Constantine had only confided to him about the vision, and apparently a dream of Christ he claimed to have had, and Eusebius tried to affirm it by saying that Constantine honored the message by having his soldiers paint Christian iconography onto their shields.

Except, even though there are definitely traces of ancient Roman paint on the arch that can be seen with specialized equipment, not a single soldier is shown bearing a shield or any other token of Christianity, and the arch itself bears absolutely 0 Christian symbolism.

the thing folks living in Christian dominant cultures gotta realize is that even if you’re not Christian, your basic understanding of religion and spirituality and morality is still being filtered through a Christian lens. your very concept of what religion is and does is filtered through that lens.

[literallycryingggg]

[badluvkii]

REMEMBERING WHEN I SAW THIS WOO PHOTOSHOOT OMG LITERALLY KILL MEEEEEEEEE

his nose is so FUCKING PRETTY TOO

[campingwiththecharmings]

EM OMG I'M DEAD AND THIS FIC KILLED MEEEEEEEEE

ESPECIALLY THIS FUCKING LINE RIGHT HERE: “But I don’t wanna finish if it isn’t in you.” 

like

i literally can't even

how is this both sexy AND adorable???? not an easy thing to accomplish imo. also, jake is so clearly into the reader from day one and she is just oblivious af. 😂 I LOVE ITTTTTTTT. this kind of shit gives me life tbh. where is my strong, sexy, protective guy friend that is secretly in love with me? i need him 🥲

thank you for sharing this, obviously i enjoyed it a lot lol 😆❤️

cocktails

gif from @pirateherokillian

pairing: jake lockley x shy!reader

summary: you finally gain enough courage to make a move on your best friend

cw: explicit (18+), dub-con (reader is tipsy), afab!reader, dry humping to piv pipeline, fingering, multiple orgasms, longing/pining losers, love (?), push-over!jake, needy!reader, 'just the tip' is never just the tip, alcohol consumption, pet names, daddy kink, creampie, fluff :3 -- not beta-read

wc: 5.1k

a/n: pls, it was never supposed to be this long. i'm sorry for taking FOREVER to write this. anyways, this is based off my blabbering in discord -- i dedicate this to my whores (affectionate) <3

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You don’t drink. 

At least not in front of Jake. 

Alcohol makes you…indulgent, to say the least, and that’s a side you’ve been holding back from your best friend. 

Yes, you’ve had a drink or two at some group hangouts in the past, but this, you, Jake, and a few bottles of gifted wine, surprisingly has never happened in the past. You’ve made sure of it.

What almost makes it worse is that Jake’s always been a sweetheart about your choices to avoid drinking around him. After your first few bouts of excuses and timid declines, he doesn’t pressure you to keep up with him when he’s knocking back shots or drinking pitchers of beer. 

Whenever your other friends press another drink into your hand, he subtly takes it for you, drinking it in large gulps before returning the glass from your hand. And when he pulls away, his fingers always find a way to graze against yours. Thankfully the bars are usually dimly lit so he can’t see the blush heating at your cheeks. 

He doesn’t realize it’s because of him. He’s the reason bartenders give you weird looks when you ask for watered-down vodka cranberries or why you’re always the last one standing in your friend group whenever you go out. This restraint around alcohol has gone on for years all because you harbor an intense attraction for your best friend. 

It didn’t start that way. He crashed into your quiet life and obliterated the dynamics of your friend group. When you first met him, you thought his cocky and blasé attitude was overcompensating for something.

He’s always been a natural sweet talker, not afraid to approach people and get what he wants, but it seemed too good to be true. He’s too charismatic, too interested in the dull life you live, how did he dig out a hole and place himself so easily in your life?

Easily, too easily, you fell for his sweet words, words that would inevitably draw you into his orbit and leave you hanging off of every syllable. 

You learned that no matter what he says, or does, he’s just being friendly. He’s just like that with everyone. It means nothing when he gives you a cheeky grin from across the bar or when he consistently insists on walking you home at night. Sure, he might stick closer to your side than anyone else's, but it’s just because you’re best friends. Right?

Of course, girls have tried and failed to lock down your best friend, misinterpreting his outgoing personality as him propositioning them. And they always come to you – whining over his lack of interest, the sudden and unexpected rejection of their advances, and grappling for any advice from his girl best friend. 

“He’s single, isn’t he?” The words are said over the thin rim of a martini glass. She glances over at you with hopeful eyes framed by beautifully dark lashes. 

You barely knew the girl’s name, but she offered to buy you a drink (a shirley temple) so you stayed for the conversation, however, you weren’t expecting the topic to circle back to Jake. But after watching her down a couple of martinis, gushing more and more about the man you’ve been pining after for an eon, you felt too bad to leave her. 

“Um…as far as I know.” It’s a little uncomfortable, talking about Jake like you’re his keeper.

“Then – then why won’t he go out – or even hook up with me?” Her voice has gotten louder with the exasperation of her inquiries. You look around at the bar, hoping she can keep it together before you’re kicked out for causing a ruckus. 

“Look, I don’t know if I’m the best –”

“But you’re his best friend, right?”

“Yes, but –”

“What’s his type?”

His type?

God, you wish you knew. It would make things a lot easier for yourself (and the world). But you genuinely don’t know. You’ve never seen him with a girl. Sure, he could be hooking up on the side, but why would he tell you?

You look down at your glass. All that’s left is ice, melting into an amalgam of pink-tinted liquid around the one maraschino cherry you refuse to eat. 

“I don’t know.” You mumble.

—

You’re already through a bottle and a half, lounging comfortably on the overstuffed couch in your living room. Something is playing on the TV but it’s all a blur behind the feeling of his thigh pressing against yours. 

Jake has never been afraid of showing his affection through physical means, whether it’s greeting ladies with a friendly peck on the cheek or ruffling one of the guy’s hair when he goes by. It’s natural to him. Casual.

But with you, he’s mostly hands-off. 

It’s not that you deign to feel his touch, to feel the scratchiness of his whiskers rub against the edge of your hairline, or lower against the sensitive skin of your throat, you just can’t control your reactions when he does it. Even the light touch of his hand against your lower back when he guides you has you standing straighter. 

He noticed your strong reactions to him and backed off, assuming you were uncomfortable or unused to friendly touches. And it was fine until you would do anything to feel him against you again, just one more time. It’s desperate, really, but you don’t really care when he looks at you with those cocoa-butter eyes. 

And now, he’s closer than ever but still hands-off. He politely sits next to you, one arm slung over the back of the couch and the other in his lap. But not touching you. 

He’s been making commentary about the dumb hallmark movie you impulsively rented, pointing out all the unrealistic plot conveniences and bright red flags that the main character blatantly ignores. He seems relaxed. 

You aren’t.

Two stained wine glasses sit on the coffee table, dangerously close to the edge, still holding a sip of liquid. You can barely make out the intricate print of his lips on the edge of the cup, highlighted by the brightness of the hallmark snow scene. 

You want so badly to steal the glass away and lick up the residual bitter-sweetness of the wine that’s touched his lips. To taste him, even indirectly. Or directly. Lick the sweetness straight from the source, tongue intermingling with him as he takes just as much from you. You feel yourself pulse from that image alone.

“Bunny?” Heat prickles against the back of your neck as you realize how far away your brain is, thinking such filthy and depraved thoughts of the man who is sitting right next to you. 

He dotes on you like a person would their favorite pet cat. He calls you pet names, ones that make you bite your tongue and hide your face in your hands. Bunny was the first one and the one he uses the most. 

It came out of nowhere, really. You were both at a small house party and Jake convinced you to join his team in a game of beer pong. You were still a bit nervous around him, still surprised when he’d seek you out for a conversation or to get your opinion on something entirely irrelevant. 

You told him upfront that your hand-eye coordination leaves much to be desired, but he was determined to teach you. The first few throws were pitiful, so pitiful, in fact, that the other team gave you a freebie to make up for it. 

“Here, lemme give you a hand.” You couldn’t even react before he was sidled behind you, his chest nearly flush against your shoulder as his hand wrapped around your wrist. Your body is frozen, soaking in the overwhelming closeness.

You can barely decipher the individual cups of beer with his voice low behind your ear as he directs you, “Keep it right….there” He lets go of your arm and you already miss his touch, “and put a little more power into your throw.” 

He steps back, giving you space to take a breath and refocus. 

You throw it, more mechanical than you would’ve liked, but it – miraculously – goes in. 

Immediately you turn around to get his reaction, the praise that you secretly crave from a man you barely know. 

He grins down at you, “You’re a natural, bunny.” 

And the nickname stuck.

You look over at him, lazily blinking up to meet his fond gaze, “Hm?” You feel all fuzzy inside, overexcited yet pinned down by the unexplainable need to stay close to him. 

He smirks down at you, arm subtly lowering to barely touch the back of your head, “What’cha thinkin’ about, sweetheart?” You try to lean into the feeling of his arm, hoping that if you ease into it, he won’t notice. “You had this… faraway look in your eyes for a moment.”

Oh, he noticed. But there’s no way he knows what you were thinking, right? A flash of embarrassment stings hot in your cheeks. You don’t think when you shyly nuzzle your face into his bicep to avoid his curious eyes, “I think I just zoned out or something.”

He hums, “You tired?” You turn your face to look at him, cheek resting against him. God, he smells so good. You never want to move from this spot. “Want me to tuck you in?” His voice coos teasingly, but you soak in the sweetness of it. He can be so soft sometimes.

Scrambled words echo in your mind: But if you go to bed, you’ll leave. You’ll take your arm out from under me and leave me here to think about you, all alone. Why can’t you just – Your thoughts quickly dissipate when he pulls you closer to him, hand at your waist to press your body against his.

Your hand presses delicately against his chest in surprise and you can barely feel the soft thrum of his heartbeat underneath the firmness of his muscles.

You softly shake your head, “Not tired.”

“Sure, baby.” 

Baby. 

That’s new. 

Your thighs involuntarily press together with how good it sounds coming from his lips. Directed at you. Somehow, even with all the pet names he’s given you throughout the span of your friendship, this one hits home.

He says it with the casualness of a boyfriend and tenderness of a lover. You can almost feel him panting it against the crook of your neck as he pushes inside of you, hand clutching yours as his hips roll perfectly against yours. 

You don’t even realize your legs are rubbing together like a cricket at dusk until a warm hand wraps around the top of your thigh. He pulls them apart, spreading your legs like you’ve always dreamed he would. Despite the suggestive position, you still whine at the loss of friction, thoughtlessly fighting against the insisting tug of his hand.

He hushes you gently, a soft tone barely easing your frustration. You latch your fingers onto his wrist, attempting to guide him to the spot that you really need him to touch, but he barely budges. His grip on your thigh tightens when his name drips brokenly from your lips. 

“J-Jake…” 

“Sweetheart, stop.”

“But –”

“Please.” Jake looks down at you with a pained expression, all past chivalry betrayed by the darkness pooled in his eyes.

You look up at him with misty eyes and flushed skin, innocence in the palm of his hand. “I need you.” You bite your lip at your admission, stained red from the wine, and he can’t take his eyes off of you. You pull at him again and this time he lets you. Both of you look down as his hand cups you over your shorts.

“You’re too drunk right now.” The whispered attempt of resistance falls on deaf ears as you arch your hips into his touch. Neither of you notice that the movie ended, leaving you in a silence where only the exchange of breathless pants can be heard. 

“Touch me.” You whine, desperate for anything. Desperate just to be accepted by him.

His gaze briefly flicks up from where he’s touching to regard your eagerness with half-lidded eyes. He shakes his head and looks away like he’s looking for answers on the blank wall next to him. “I…shouldn’t.” 

You start to panic when you feel his hand pull away. It can’t end like this. You hold onto his wrist when a particularly needy idea pops into your mind. If he doesn’t want to ‘defile’ you, then fine. You’ll do it yourself.

“I…c-could i just rub myself against you?” You berate yourself for sounding so meek, so unsure, but you’ve never done anything like this before, never had to take control of the situation. “Like, if you don’t want to…um, touch me.” He looks at you wordlessly, gorgeous lips parted at your suggestion.

His tongue brushes over his bottom lip, “I– Okay, sure…” 

With his permission, you push up against the couch to get up and straddle over him. Clearly, he wasn’t expecting it with how his hands barely hover over your body like he’s unsure whether he wants to pull you closer or shove you off his lap. “Is this okay?” 

“Yeah.” He sounds strained, “But just for a little bit, alright?” 

“Ok.” You promise though you’re sure that once you get a taste, you’ll never want to stop. You have to make this good for him so he’ll want you back.

You settle against him, body thrumming with anticipation when your clothed cunt meets the prominent hardness under his jeans. So he does want it. His hands clasp onto your waist when you start to move over him, hips experimentally rolling against his.

Jake watches you move over him with a look of deep hunger and awe. It’s endearing how shy you are, even now grinding on his lap. Your movements are clumsy – unpracticed as you desperately try to chase that spark that’ll satisfy the heat buried deep down inside of you. 

“That good, baby?” 

You nod, mewling quietly as the seam of his jeans drags perfectly against your clit. Pleasure pools in your stomach, nudging you closer and closer to the edge. You hold onto his shoulders as you work yourself over him, panting from your effort. He starts to cant his hips upwards to meet your thrusts, pressing his erection roughly against your core to show you just how much he wants you. 

All you can think of is how good it would feel to have him bare against you, skin to skin. When you meet your peak, body hot and trembling as you rub against him, the end never comes. It’s not enough. You’re just left teetering at the top with no drop in sight.

You huff, “Jake, can I – just…please.” You let your hands drop from his shoulders to start working on his belt.

“What is it bunny, what do you need?” He looks so good under you with his wrinkled shirt unbuttoned just so to give you a peak of his collarbone and the newly open belt hanging from the loops in his tight jeans. You undo the button, fingers briefly fumbling as your knuckle brushes against his bulge.

“Just need to feel you.” You paw at the waist of his pants, trying to subtly indicate that you need his help to take them off. But he sits there and smiles sweetly at your frustrated huffs. 

“And what about me?” He says in a teasing drawl. He drags you closer to him and cups your face until your lips nearly meet yours. He’s so close that you can make out the light dusting of freckles that grace his nose and cheeks. Amber eyes bore into yours as he whispers, “You’re using my body and haven’t even given me a kiss yet.”

“Oh.” Your gaze drops to his lips, “Sorry.”

“Don’t apologize, baby.” He leans in, “just kiss me.” Your eyes flutter close when you meet the softness of his lips. You immediately melt into the gentle caress of his hand on your jaw with a sigh as he desperately keeps you close. 

Jake groans, drinking in the sweetness of your lips, a taste of pure heaven melting on the tip of his tongue, before hungrily deepening the kiss. He licks against the seam of your mouth, begging you to open yourself up to him. You surrender yourself to him, letting him slide in and taste you from the inside out. 

Your hands move up from his shoulders to his soft curls, tugging eagerly in an attempt to hear the soft groan that rumbles in his chest. He nips at your bottom lip, suckling it until it’s pink and tender, wanting to leave a mark so you’ll always think of him. He can’t help but press against you when you whimper for him, grinding eagerly against your center, wishing he was inside of you instead.  

“Just the tip.” You mumble it against his lips. He’s too far gone to clearly hear what you said, lost in a thick fog of awe, lust, and…love. At his silence, you pull away to look at him, scared you’re asking for too much. “Jake.” He nods thoughtlessly, chasing your lips, already missing your taste. He almost whines when you pull away from his touch, but quickly comes back to reality when he sees the way you’re nervously looking at him. 

He squeezes your waist comfortingly, “Anything you want, bunny.” You smile at the pet name and gratefully peck his lips. He tries to deepen the kiss, hand already pressing against the back of your head, but you cheekily pull away before he gets too far. You stand up, ignoring his objections and clingy touches as you get off of his lap. 

You fluidly slip your shirt over your head before carelessly dropping it to the floor behind you. There’s fire in his eyes as he sits back on the couch and watches you reveal the cute bra that cups you so perfectly. You tease the edge of your waistband as you look down at him, “Off, please.” You gesture at his jeans. He follows your directions, quickly shimmying his pants off, eyes on you the whole time.

You follow him, tugging your shorts off to show him the matching panties. You squeak when warm hands abruptly pull you to the couch, eagerly wandering over your waist and hips as he buries his face against your neck. 

“Can’t help it, baby,” His touch drifts up to cup the underside of your tits, trailing carefully over the curve to memorize the shape of you. “You’re just so fucking pretty.” He groans hot and heavy against your neck as he squeezes your softness. 

You’re back on top of him, naked thighs draped over his, skin against skin, and now, you can feel all of him. He’s pressed so deliciously against your core, pulsing with pure desire and heat. The only thing separating the two of you is fading self-control and a pair of thin panties.

His mustache tickles against your throat as his lips drift over your pulse point. He presses heady kisses against the edge of your jaw, gauging where your most tender spots are. 

“Oh–!” Your thighs clench around him when he touches a particularly delicate area near your ear. He gently nips at the spot, holding you tighter when you moan at the feeling.

Jake lets out a broken groan when you reach between your bodies and take him into your hand. He tries to continue giving your body loving attention with his lips, but his kisses get messy, dragging lazily over your shoulder and collarbone, with how distracted he is by your touch. He has to pull away for a breather and hold himself back from thrusting into your fist when you squeeze him teasingly at the base. 

“Bunny…” You both look down and watch as your smaller hand slowly strokes him. His cock is flush with need, leaking so prettily as you try your hardest to make it good for him. You slip your other hand under his shirt, running your fingers against his coarse happy trail to his rippling muscles. The couch groans next to you as he harshly grips the arm, barely holding himself back with white knuckles. “Oh, f-fuck.” His body stiffens under you as you brush your thumb against the sensitive underside of the tip. 

You tenderly massage the spot, watching in awe as he continues to spill over your fingers, making a mess that drips onto your inner thighs and the edge of his shirt. He groans at the sight, his cock throbbing desperately in your hold.

As beads of white paint your fingers, your mouth waters just thinking about how he tastes. You feel ravenous to see him cum, to watch how easily you can ruin him. “H-hold on, cariño. Give me a second.” Jake chokes out. His hips stutter under you before he pulls your hand away.

"Whyy." You whine, pouting up at him with starry eyes. You reach for him again with the hand he isn’t holding onto, brushing your fingers against his sensitive cock. He shudders for you with a broken groan. 

“I'm close-- just – stop for a moment –” Both hands are pinned to your side as Jake’s chest heaves under his shirt. He rests his head back against the couch, eyes closed as he struggles to hold himself back. 

“But…I want you to.”

“I know, baby,” He lifts his head, dark eyes boring into yours, and pulls your hands behind you. You squirm in his lap, back arching at the position, suddenly remembering your own desperation. It feels good to be bound by his hands, to let him do whatever he wants to your body. “But I don’t wanna finish if it isn’t in you.” 

Your face heats in embarrassment. “Oh.” 

Jake picks up on your sudden shyness immediately. 

“You like that, don’t you, bunny?” He smirks, “The thought of me filling you up, then dripping out of you?”

You bite your lip, “A little bit.”

“A little, hm?” He ponders, “Well why don’t we try it out and see.” Your thighs clench around him at the idea.

“Ok.”

“Sit up, let me see how wet you are.” He helps you raise yourself on your knees so you’re hovering over his lap. Letting go of your wrists, he drags his thumb against your clothed cunt; The fabric has a darkened splotch along your opening, teasing him with evidence of your lust. “Aw, sweetheart, you’re soaked…” He nudges your panties to the side, slipping his fingers against your wet opening. “Gonna ruin these pretty little panties, hm?” You nod wordlessly, hips desperately pushing against his touch.

He gently slides against your dripping entrance, making a mess of your cunt with teasing circling motions. Wet, decadent sounds fill the limited space between you as his fingers prod ever so slightly against the spot where you need him most.  A helpless sound is pushed out of you when he finally eases two fingers inside of you.

“Is that good, bunny?” He coos as he slowly fucks his fingers into you. It’s only his fingers, but he’s already filling you up so deliciously. His dark eyes are hungrily locked on how he fills you up over and over again, slick dripping down his knuckles and over his palm. “Hm?” 

You nod again, brain foggy with pleasure. “Yes, J–” You can barely get a word out when he curls his fingers up, pressing so sweetly and deep against the sensitive walls of your cunt. You have to stop yourself from wrapping your legs around his wrist, it feels so good. “Uh–!” You almost fall over and have to hold onto his shoulders for support as he begins to speed up. 

“That’s it, baby…” Your grip on his shoulders tightens as he rapidly presses against your g-spot. You’re already hurdling towards the edge and he can feel it with how you start to clench around his fingers. “Make a mess of my hand..” Within a handful of thrusts, you’re gasping out with pleasure, your thighs shaking over him. He takes his hand away and holds you against him to keep you sitting upright as your body is overtaken with euphoria. You pant against his shoulder, trying to gather your senses. 

You can feel him under you, hard and wanting, throbbing as you whimper and arch against him, letting the pleasure work through your body. Even when you’re barely coming down from an orgasm, you’re still longing to be filled with something more. But he ignores his own needs, instead focusing on you, softly pecking the top of your head and rubbing comforting circles against your arms. 

You lift your head from his chest to look at him, taking in his flushed cheeks and dark eyes. Jake stares right back, unabashedly, in awe. “You’re so good to me, bunny.” You shiver at the praise. At the comfort. You shyly divert your eyes to stare at the marks you’ve left on his shoulders. 

“Only for you, Jake.” You don’t see it, but his lips lift into a small smile at your words. 

His hands drift down from your arms to hold you by the waist. “Only for me.” He echos, solidifying the statement. 

You gasp when he suddenly presses you down against his cock. Looking back up at him, he meets your wide eyes with a mischievous grin, hips rolling teasingly against yours. “And I’m all yours.” You position yourself over him all while keeping eye contact, wanting to drink in every microexpression on his face. 

“Yes.” You both sigh as he barely brushes against your wet opening. He takes a deep breath, clutching your hips as you begin your descent.

Your body slowly manages to swallow the first inch of him. And – oh – it’s so much better than you expected. He stretches you so fully, even barely inside of you, filling you exactly how you need him to. 

You let out a strained whimper from the back of your throat as you slowly lower yourself onto his lap. You whine as your body desperately clenches and stretches to accommodate him inside of you. His hold on your hips tightens as your thighs meet his, now fully impaled by his hard cock.  

“I thought it was ‘just the tip’.” Jake tries to tease, his deep voice gravelly with lust, but it comes out as more of a groan than a taunt.

You slowly shake your head, body trembling as you get used to the feeling of him inside of you. 

“You said you’re all mine, daddy.” The words practically melt from your lips, lethargic with heat. It catches him off guard. You moan, hips slowly moving over him to feel him deeper inside. “M-mine,” You repeat with a pant, so lost in desperation that you don’t even notice the way he’s looking at you, frozen in place. 

“I-I did say that, didn’t I?” He doesn’t know what else to say, brain overheating from your ministrations. You’ve never called him a pet name before, let alone used the word ‘daddy’ anywhere near him. You’ve always been a shy little bunny around him, always preciously out of reach, a tease to fantasize about, but now you’re wrapped around him, moaning beautifully destructive words. 

What really surprises him is the way he’s eagerly throbbing inside of you from that word. Desperate thoughts float in his mind: She wants me to take care of her, she needs me.

“Fuck me.” He groans to himself, willing his body to hold back from cumming inside of you right then and there. 

“P-please.” You beg with a broken voice, thinking he’s talking to you. Jake just nods understandingly and holds you closer with an arm wrapped around your torso, wanting to feel your whole body against his. He starts off slow, pressing up into your kneeling body with measured thrusts as he dots kisses along your neck and shoulders. You sigh something wistful before meeting his movements, eagerly lifting your hips against him. 

“God, bunny, you feel so good.” He can't help it, you’re all-encompassing like this, with your pretty little sighs and panted breaths, it’s everything he’s ever wanted, so he starts to speed up, projecting his desperation into his actions. Your back arches at the change of pace as he pumps into you, and it only makes him feel deeper. “So tight around me.” He pushes against your front wall on every thrust and you swear it makes you see stars. 

Your clit inevitably rubs against him as your bodies move with each other and it takes your pleasure to another level. You’re sure the sounds you’re making verge on embarrassing, but he seems to eat them up anyway. “Ah, right there--! Jake –”

“No, bunny,” He grits out, “It’s daddy.”

You whimper, “Daddy – ” He feels you flutter deliciously around him as your head begins to lull backward. He groans as your cunt sucks him deep inside, desperately milking his cock as you’re seized by ecstasy.

“Fucking take it, sweetheart.” 

“I-I think m’gonna…” Your eyes roll back before you can finish your sentence and white fills your vision. You let out a keening sound as you gush over him, thighs clenched around his as your second high moves through you. 

His eyes squeeze shut as he gives in and starts fucking you at a punishing pace. Your mouth drops open around an empty moan. You can only hold onto him as he takes what he wants from your body, intensifying your orgasm with sloppy thrusts. With a few more upward pushes, he lets out a breathy grunt and finishes inside of you, painting your walls with his warmth. 

You both stay in this position for a little longer. 

You can feel Jake’s heart beat rapidly against your chest as you cuddle against him. He’s still recovering from the onslaught of sensations and emotions. Both of you are sticky with sweat and slick, but neither of you care. His cock is still inside of you, keeping his cum locked inside as you dutifully warm him with your cunt. 

“Such a pretty girl…” He croons, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear. He looks down at you with such sincerity in his eyes, that it’s almost overwhelming. You bite your lip nervously at the compliment and attempt to look away, but before you can, he’s tilting your face up with the light touch of a finger, “Really? You’re gonna act all shy with my cock still in you?”

His words only make you squirm on top of him. He nearly chokes at the accidental stimulation. 

“You can’t just say stuff like that.” Your voice is small and cute.

“Then how am I supposed to fluster my girl?” 

Your eyes widen. His girl? 

“Your girl?”

“My girl.” He hums with a small smile before placing a soft kiss on your lips.

[7wanderingpaws]

GURL LIKE ARE YOU FROM HEAVENNNNN!?

Tell me how you got such an amazing mind tell meeeeeeeee

😭

Like whatever you write W.H.A.T.E.V.E.R

It's so so so so good you make my heart 💥💥💥

(You're probably thinking I'm weird af

Dont worry I do agree too)

Gawd like BYB AND CB ARE AMAAAAAAZING AND MY MOSTTTTTT MOSTTTTTTT FAVVVVV

I cant even count how many times I've read BYB like its was ....is....and will always be my favvvvvv~~~~♡

Gurllll you HAVE MY HEART 🥺🥺

Keep going and write so much of this MASTERPIECES

AND ILL BE YOUR NO.1 FAN ✋🏻✋🏻

And I really really really want you to write something like "teacher baek"(OMG IMAGINE HOW HOT HE WOULD LOOOOOKKKK 🤤🤤🤤) but please if you ever decide to write it make is long cuz omg there are sooooo less of those and I've read every work related to it but obv I want one from you cuz you're the BEST and MA FAV OFCCCCC

And can you plz plz reccomend me some of your most favourite works of bbh its can be on aff or her or anywhere(and plz recommend me loadssss of em)

I'm really finding something amazing to read

Thank youuuuu I love youuuu and YOU BETTER TAKE CARE OF YOURSELF OR JUST CALL ME THERE AND I'LL DO IT MYSELF

Who wouldn't want to be with such a great person 🥺

Good morning to me 😭 you’re so passionate and I’m just... receiving this wonderful energy right in the morning, good vibes, no stress thanks to you! 🌸 thank you for taking the time to write me this and even be so open! I love it! And you’re not weird at all!! ❤️ School has been killing my creativity but I am writing the new chapter for CB, promise! It’s in the works! ^^ the chapter is gonna start in a veeery unpredictable way (there will be a spoiler in my next tiny letter!)

For recs... not sure I can recommend someone that you don’t know already (I feel like all of them are super famous) & I don’t read as much these days. You can check all the recs I have read under #fic rec and a few of my favourites are:

Every single story by @baekingpancakes (she is the best I hope she is doing well!! 😭)

Dichotomy @kyungseokie (not finished; it’s still worth reading but beware of the painfully angsty cliffhanger)

Six Phases @exosmutfactory (not finished; must read though!)

AFF: I will always recommend cfdorks (she’s my fave of the faves) & vanillasushi has also some must read stories

All the other writers on tumblr that write/have written for Baekhyun (to my knowledge) are @baekberrie (❤️) @olymposs (love her Bbh drabbles!!) @yeoldontknow @j-pping @sooibian @icequeenbae @oohfluffy @kiwi-buns @exoat2am and you can check a lot of Bbh fics on bbh-net and exo writers net! I’m sure there are many more but I might not know either. ^^

Thank you again! What a sweetheart you are! 😭 also, elaborate on the teacher fic and we might do sth about it in summer! ^^ ❤️ lots of love! 😊

[tellywoodtrash]

immj2 03.04.21 lb

aryan is literalllllllly the fuckin dumbest. zero peripheral vision or gut feels.

lmaoooooooooooo yeah right, i’d like to see you shoot at vansh bhai, aryan. i really wanna see this lololololol.

lo aa bhi gaya vansh. (fuck he looks good in this shirt!!!!!! damn my stupid hormones making me horny for the absolute baaaaaaaaare minimum.)

ANGREEEEEEEEEEEE ZINDA HAIIIIIIIIII BHAGWAAN KA LAAKH LAAKH SHUKAR, MAIN MAHA MRITYUNJAYA JAAP KARWAUNGIIIII ISKE NAAM PAR

vansh [seeing an obviously shot angre]: angre, kya hua???

samosa khaate waqt ketchup kandhe pe gira diya........... DIKH NAHI RAHA HAI KI GOLI LAGI HAI TERE CHUTIYE BHAI KI WAJAAH SE?!?!!?! ANGRE DESERVES SO MUCH MORE THAN A FUCKING RAISE, MY GOD.

plan ke hisaaaaaaaaaab se. god i hate all the men in this show so much. angre honestly, why are you suchhhhhh a chaaatu for vansh’s ootpataaang plans?!?!

anyway long story short, vansh saw aryan spying, went and replaced all of aryan’s bullets with blanks, and sent the sms about riddhima being alive. LMAO DOES THAT MEAN HE ALSO CONNED A COOL 2 CR. OUTTA ARYAN?!?!!?! ASDKSADJLASKDJLKASDJKAS GOOD JOB, VANSHHHHHHHH.

angre like why i had to die for this tho???? oh angre, you sweet summer child. do you know NOTHING about your bhaiyya/bhaabi’s amaaaaaaazing relationship????? you think he’d give up a chance to emotionally manipulate her like this????

how’d the dumbass finalllllllllllllllly figure this is real riddhima tho??? also he has fully made his peace with treating his PREGNANT WIFE this way huh????

ishani/siya having a girly convo about siya’s “date”. ishani’s like “was it sizzling, burning, sensational?”

uhhhhhhhhh siya, if you’re feeling all these things, you should go see a gynaec. sounds like an STI to me.

this is a very creepy convo ishani is leading, about how far siya got with vyom. who wants such specific sexual details from their sister????????

asalkdjlaskjdlaskjdlaskljk ishani is like “men are like goats [....] they’re dumb. and women are powerful.” can’t say i disagree.

anyway this convo is really dumb and cringey and i can’t take it anymore. inke bhaiyya ka chutiyaapa dikhao, instead of this nonsense. 

angre is over the moon ki this is riddhima bhaabi itself, unaware that boss is fuming ki uska chutiya kat raha hai.

6 ghante 6 ghante 6 ghante blah blah blah FUCKING OUT WITH IT ALREADY

the only time i like vansh as a person is when he’s smirky over buddhu banaao-ing aryan. 

idhar aryan ne aake chugli kar di sabke saamne.

yeh anupriya ka kya hi chakkar hai, idgi. is she fr on vansh’s side now??????

riddhima khud entry maaar rahi, to prove aryan right.

everyone except siya’s reactions are like ugh, this bitch again 😒😒😒

LMAO VANSH/ANGREEEEE LOST RIDDHIMA AND SHE REACHED HOME BY THEN

ouff 10 min of dadi’s mafia queen reactions nonsense now.

lo vansh bhi aa gaya.

ASALKJDLASJDLSKAJDLKSAJDLKSAJDLKSALDKJLAS DADI STANDING ON THE STAIRS PULLING THAT KHAANDANI RIFLE ON HIM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I AM LEGIT LOSING IT LMAO.

ALSO ISHAANI IS STANDING BEHIND DADI, FULLY FOR IT. BAGAAAWATTTT KII PYAARI BEHENAA NE!

riddhima trying to interfere to save vansh (why???), and dadi’s like STFU B.

lol vansh playing stone cold stupid, like butter wouldn’t melt in his mouth.

he’s spinning yarn after yarn ki “YEH riddhima hai, WOH jisko maara woh humshakal thi. MERA PYAAAAAAAR WOULD NEVER GIVE ANY OF US DHOKAAAAAAAAAAAA.” pftttttttt.

vansh breaking it down for the truuuuuuuuuuuuuly stupid, ki he shot a girl who had riddhima’s face, she was dead, aryan confirmed it. now there’s a riddhima standing in front of all of them. thus............???????

bechaara aryan. bachpan mein thode aur badaam khaata toh shaayad itna bewakoof nahi hota.

lollipop girl is nodding appreciatively at all this drama; she’s honestly the most relatable character here. if i was a houseguest here, main bhi roz roz mazze looot rahi hoti in chutiyon ka.

le aryan ne phir bandook taan di riddhima par, to get her to uglofy the truth. ab toh isko pakka maar padne waali hai. remains to be seen by whom. hoping it’s vansh as per usual, but i shall take dadi also.

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA RIDDHIMA’S LIKE ARYAN HAD KIDNAPPED ME. OMFG LOLLIPOP LADKI’S EXPRESSION AT THAT. SHE LOOKS LIKE SHE WANTS TO BE ADOPTED BY VANSH/RIDDHIMA’S DEVIOUS ASSES.

anyway riddhima flipped the whole damn game and is like dadi, aryan wanted to make you distrust vansh and that’s why he did all this and lmaoooooooo even vansh is a little stunned for a second or two and then jumps in and starts haan mein haan milaao-ing with wifey’s story.

ARYAN LIKE HEIN HEIN HEIN HO KYA RAHA HAI YEH SAB?!!?!?!? HAAAYE BECHAARA. SO SO STUPID HE IS. 

riddhima rubbing it in reallllllllll good in front of dadi ki aryan tried to killllllllll meeeeeeeee!!!!! and now aryan’s like bitch imma kill you both istg and got the gun on them.

LOLLIPOP LADKI’S AMAZING FACES LIKE GO ONNNNNNNNN, DOOOOOO ITTTTTTT, I’D LIKE TO SEE YOU DO IT, SIR. LMAO MAN I LOVE HER.

ASLKADJLAKSJDLASKJDLKSAJLDKJSLAKDJLAS DADI’S GOT HER GUN SET ON ARYAN NOW!!!!!!!!!!! honestly, this whole family is just so fucking dysfunctional, there needs to be a wholeass team of mental health specialists monitoring them and writing case reports about them at all times.

vansh trying to talk aryan down and got shot in the arm for it. pehli baar aryan ne zindagi mein kuch sahi kiya hai.

LOLLIPOP GIRL IS HORNY AT THAT ALSO. MAN SHE’S SUCH A WHORE FOR DRAMAAAAAAAAA AND I FULLY RELATE TO IT.

oh goddamnit. he didn’t get shot. coz aryan sucks at aiming, just like he does at everything else.

ASLKJFDSLKJFLSDKJFLDSKJFLKDSJ VANSH STALKED UP TO HIM AND WAS LIKE “TUMHARA NISHAANA HAMESHA SE HI KHARAAB THA” AND GAVE HIM ONE SOLID SOCK TO THE JAW FOR THAT HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

someone make rrahul trim his damn beard, that thing is like a foot off his face. there must be whole ass beehives and civilizations inhabiting it.

aryan passing by dadi and is like you’re making a big mistake believing vansh/riddhima and their lying asses. and what did he get for that? one jhaapad from dadi also. lol. just not his dayyyyyyyyyyy, man.

LOLLIPOP GIRL’S SMIRKING AND HAS HER ARMS CROSSED AND I LEGIT ONLY CARE FOR HER REACTION SHOTS IN THIS SHOW NOW, LITERALLY NO ONE ELSE.

oh shit dadi is throwing aryan out the house. does he have anyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy skills to fend for himself outside this place? he’s gonna die in like 15 minutes.

dadi warning vansh ki if aryan’s baat sahi nikli, she gonna murder his and riddhima’s asses too. hey vansh??? now would be a good time to take your 5000 cr. and fuck off outta this crazy house rn.

riddhima can’t stop reliving angre’s death.

vansh’s here and just sooooooooooo cool about it. shouldn’t that tip her off?!?!?!?!

she’s like BITCH WHY ARE YOU SUCH A PSYCHOPATH, YOUR BEST FRIEND IS DEAD AND YOU’RE LIKE MEH????? HE DIED FOR YOU.

ohohohohohohoho ofc, he’s like he didn’t die for ME, he died for YOU. you and your dhoka are why he’s dead. today angre’s dead, tomorrow it’ll be me. waaaaaaaaaaah bhai. amazingggggggggg manipulation only. you should write papers and give TED talks about it, that’s how much of an expert you are at this.

do not tellllllllllllllllllllllllllll me she falls for this shit. pls god do not.

MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA HER BRAIN FINALLY WORKED!!!!!!!!!!! SHE’S LIKE IF ARYAN’S SUCHHHHHHHHHHH A POOR SHOT THAT HE COULDN’T HIT YOU WHEN YOU WERE LIKE 5 FEET AWAY FROM HIM, HOW TF DID HE GET ANGRE RIGHT IN THE FUCKING HEART FROM SO FAR AWAY?????????? YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS SIS, THIS THE KINDA SHIT I’VE BEEN WANTING TO SEE FROM YOU FOR AGES NOWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW.

lol vansh is really pushing on the 6 ghante thing and she’s like ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, i get it now.

toh ofc he has to resort to sexy fuckery and pulls her under the shower to seduce it outta her.

riddhima don’t think with her pussy no more. she’s like you want the truth????/ i gotta confirm some shit first. took the gun (which he’d taken from aryan earlier) and left.

yup she went outside and found a blood ka packet. lolllllllllllllllllll vansh ki khairrrrrrrrrrrr nahi ab.

sopping wet saiyyaan is like what youuuuuuuu doing??? and she pulled the gun on him. bwahahahahaha. sis not so much of an idiot anymore.

LMAO SHE SHOT AT HIMMMMMM AND HE CAN’T BELIEVE IT. I LOVE ITTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT.

she’s like bitch you and your lies and your dhokasssssssssss.

oh dang she fully called out his game, from sending aryan to manipulating her into being guilty for angre’s death. MANNNNNNNN, WHY DIDN’T WE HAVE THIS RIDDHIMA FROM THE FUCKING START????????????

oh now he’s gaslighting her about the dhoka. he’s got some nerve. i swear to god he’s asking to be shot for reals.

she’s like you know what, i woulda told you, but now, after all this fuckery, imma take it to the grave. bwahahahahahhahaha, i love it. exactly what my petty ass would do.

challenge challenge challenge and tashan waala walk-off. lol, what’s the point, tum dono ko jaana toh ek hi kamre mein hai.

ishani’s freaking the fuck out at angre’s haalat. oh damn. she really does love him!!!!

angre’s all mehhh, it’s part of the job, and OMG YES ISHANI IS LOSING HER SHIT AT VANSH BHAI’S CONSTANT CONTROL OF THEIR LIVES!!!!! FINALLY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

“tum pehle mere husband ho, phir unke bodyguard!!!!!!!! HE HAS TO UNDERSTAND HIS LIMITS!!!!!!” OMGGG  YESSSSSSSSSSS QUEEEEEEEENNNNNN BURN IT ALL TO THE GROUND. LEAVE THIS HOUSE WITH YOUR BOY AND NEVER LOOK BACK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

idhar riddhima and vansh seem to have made up???? she’s waking him up cheekily, and he’s all “good morning to youuuuu too, my love. 😏😏😏” they fucked in the night, for sho.

he’s like is this love or repentence for yest? and she’s like bitch tf i got to repent for????

lmao the way she’s staring at him as he drinks his coffee makes me think she’s poisoned it. or spat in it, at the very least.

standard pulling and falling and sexy stuff. lol these two are so dysfunctional. constantly trying to sex the other into submission. at least it’s more equal now, than just him making all the moves.

yeah, she’s doing all this shit to protect him from some shit FOR SURE. ugh yaaaaar. oh well, at least she got some chracter development outta it.

lol he got mad at her for not melting at his do takke ka seduction. son, you thought a bloody forehead kiss was enough? we’re not saying SHIT for less than 3 orgasms.

riddhima cooolyyyy regarding jeeta-jaata chalta-phirta angre, who thankfully has some sharam for his actions.

she’s like don’t worry, i’m not mad at you, i know vansh put you up to it; and he’s like yeah you know i have zero self respect when it comes to vansh bhai. he says jump, i ask how high.

and she’s like you’re your own person dude. and i hope you’ll one day realize that and do what you think is right, not just what vansh tells you to. DUDE I CANNOT BELIEVE THEY DIDN’T GIVE US THIS RIDDHIMA TILL NOW. 

asdkljlaskjdlaskjdlaskjdlaksjdlkasj vansh speaking chinese was really not necessary but....... lol ok.

wtf even is this black box, dude?????? like.............. you know what, idec anymore. nothing in this show is worth wasting brain cells over.

snort, vansh assures his shady business friends that the black box is in safe hands, and instantly riddhima comes and picks it up from the table.

some sultry talk about love and war as they keep taking the box from each other. lol man you’re both so fucking lame.

anyway he put it in the safe and is being patronizing to her, and she’s like be careful at how you play this........ “kahin meri dukhti ragg pe haath na lag jaaye....” OH DAMN. DUDE. I THINK SHE’S LOST THE BABY OR SOMETHING. IT HAS TO BE SOMETHING THAT’S HURT HER MASSIVELY TO BRING ABOUT SUCH A DRASTIC CHANGE (OTHER THAN THE SHOW MOVING FROM TV TO ONLINE)

asldkjsaldjlskadjlksadjlksajd she’s threatening to tell dadi that he played this whole farce in front of her and he’s like U WOT MATEEEE

anyway both of them smilingly fucking each other up about 6 ghante ka raaz and how the other one will lose. man, y’all need SO MUCH THERAPY.

riddhima’s here talking to stupid shunya fucker; and he’s just laughing and talking about his stupid saxophone.

he’s all only the two of us know about this deal we have, no one else in the worldddddddddd knows......

and she’s like actually................................. there’s a third person.

cut to: MY DIL JAAN JIGAR KA TUDKA KABIR, STILL IN CHAINS, SCREAMING RIDDHIMA’S NAME, AND GROWLING ABOUT HOW VANSH WILL KILL HER WHEN HE FINDS OUT HER SECRET.

ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh boy. why did she have to tell vyom that kabir knows? now vyom’s gonna try and kill kabir for sure and i want the reverse to happen!!!!!!!! please god gimme some #kava love where vansh saves kabir from vyom to make up for that one time kabir saved his life from chang!!!!!! i just want my two boys together!!!!!!!!!

precap: same old chutiyapa. vansh got her fingerprints off a glass to open her phone; she tries to steal the black box from his secret room and he catches her. abbe yaaaaaaaaaaaaar. 

[harryfeatgaga]

Omg the tiddy kissing concept got me. Let’s continue! Maybe you’re like giggling like “harry what’s the deal” and he’s like “I’m sorry it’s just for some reason I could NOT stop thinking about your tits today. They’re just so perfect.” And he’s rasping this against your neck while fondling one and kissing/sucking on the other - 🤷🏼‍♀️

BITCH WHAT THE FUCK YOU KNOW THIS SHIT KILLS MEEEEEEEEE

[campingwiththecharmings]

a;sldkl;fkdf;lgkdfgfg omg please, i have never wanted to be trapped beneath a desk more lmaoooo

also this? this killed me: “I have plans for you Honey… let me show you.” He whispers. 

like please, i need this pathetic ass hole so bad, what's wrong with meeeeeeeee 😩

Tear Down My Reason [3]

Orderly!Blue Jones X F!Reader • Rating: 18+ pals Masterlist• ao3• want to be tagged? | request info

Summary: Looks like you have to hide under Blue's desk again.

Series Masterlist - this chapter can be read on its own.

A/N: I had to double-check that it’s 'a union’ not ‘an union’ because I was so paranoid. Reader is afab and non-binary.

Warnings: overuse of italics, there's some power dynamics in here, gonna say dubious concent because reader is a patient, blow job/cock licking, exhibitionism? kinda?, Blue just having a load of dirty thoughts, Blue being a bit possessive, Honey as a pet name please let me know if I've missed a warning.

Word Count: 1780

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You pushed your tongue into Blue’s mouth, both of your hands on his cheeks and holding him close. 

He moaned against you, grabbing hold of your thighs and pulling them higher, more fully against him. His desk chair rocked under your movements as you straddled his hips and kissed him for all you were worth. 

Honestly, you hadn’t intended to end up in his situation again, you really hadn’t. You had just knocked on his office door to see him. Nothing more. Just a chat. To talk. About the asylum. And… things. 

You hadn’t come here planning on grinding against his cock and making out. Really.

Blue slid his hand under your shirt, scraping his nails lightly over your warm skin, moving higher to-

Knock, knock, knock.

You freeze and so does Blue, both of your eyes snapping open at the same time and staring at each other. 

Knock, knock, knock.

He holds you tightly, protectively as a dark look of annoyance crosses his face. “What?”

“Oh, erm, sir, our meeting with the union rep?” A quiet voice calls through the closed door. Almost instantly, you recognise that voice. Harris, Blue’s second in command. 

Through the frosted glass, there are the silhouettes of two people standing outside the door. The door that is the only way out. 

“Shit.” Blue whispers.

You turn back to look at him, unable to stop the sudden rise of panic. 

While you were sure if it was just one or any number of orderlies Blue would have no problem getting rid of them, or more likely, they wouldn’t care if you walked out of his office with love bites on your neck. But a union rep didn’t sound good. 

“Oh yes,” Blue clears his throat, “just one moment.” He stares wide-eyed at you for a second before you both whisper at the same time:

“Under the desk?” 

Blue grins and nods and you cover your mouth as you laugh. 

You disentangle yourself from his embrace and slide under the desk, it doesn’t slip your attention that you’ve been in this position, hiding under Blue’s desk, twice in the last week. 

There’s a little shuffle and squeak of the wheels of Blue’s chair as he gets into position before he calls out. “Come in!”

He stands again as the other two men enter the room to shake their hands, which makes you think him fussing over pushing his chair in was very pointless, before he sits back down.

The three of them exchange pleasantries before they start to talk. You can barely focus on the conversation for more than a few minutes before boredom starts to overtake you. 

You try, you really do, to keep yourself occupied. Ten minutes pass. Then fifteen. 

Then twenty. 

For one long moment, you seriously consider just jumping out from under the desk and yelling surprise so you can leave. 

Then a little thought begins to take root in your mind. 

Gradually, you inch forward. Taking every precaution you can to make as little sound as possible. Which is actually easier than you thought it would be. The three men speaking above you are all so absorbed in their conversation that you’re pretty sure you could loudly recite the alphabet without them noticing. 

You settle in front of Blue’s legs, unable to stop your grin from spreading itself across your face. 

Painstakingly slowly you reach upwards and slide your hands up his inner thighs. 

He visibly jumps, his breathing hitching and you manage to suppress a small chuckle. 

As he moves you quickly hook your fingers under the waistband of his scrubs and pull them down just enough to expose his cock. 

More fool Blue for always forgoing underwear. 

Luck seems to be on your side as the others don’t seem to notice, the union rep is speaking and Harris must be paying attention to him and not Blue. 

As you run the tip of your finger along his soft length his leg twitches. He reaches under the table with his right hand and flicks, not able to look down and scold you without arousing suspicion. 

You easily avoid his hand, and Blue has to raise it back up quickly as he is spoken to and given papers to read.

“So if you look here,” the union rep continues. 

You press your face into his thigh to suppress your laughter. 

“I see, so if -ah!” Blue lets out a little exclamation of surprise as you suddenly inch forward and take his cock into your mouth. He coughs, splutters, excuses himself, and then tries to continue. Both of the other gentlemen’s eyes on him.

You suck softly on his rapidly hardening length and swirl your tongue over the fat head until you can no longer fit all of it in your mouth. 

Blue presses his lips together, covering his mouth with his fingers and making it look like he’s just resting his elbow on the table, his chin on his hand. 

He lets out short, sharp muffled intakes of breath, trying to get a hold of himself. They are just loud enough for you to hear, but not so much that Harris or the union rep do. 

With his left hand, he tries occasionally to grab at you, presumably to halt your actions. But he has to give up every time you lean back, unable to follow without drawing attention. 

His lower stomach muscles tremble ever so slightly as you take the base of his thick cock in your hand and angle him a little more towards your eager mouth. 

The tension in his thighs radiates through you, his legs spread wide but still pressing against your shoulders. 

You lay your free hand against his inguinal groove to steady you both before you lick, board, and flat, over the tip of his cock, pressing firmly against the slit. 

Blue swears. 

Quickly turning the curse into a cough. 

You grin. And do it again, and again, and again. 

Each lick is painstakingly slow and drawn out, running him over from the very back of your tongue to the tip before repeating the motion. 

Blue tries to concentrate on what is being said around him, to him. Tries to keep up with the conversation, but quickly his attention just dissolves into the sensation of you on his weeping cock. 

He’s sweating, flushed, shaking a little from fighting the urge to buck into your warm mouth. The need to cum that is building so mind-numbingly fast. The fact that you’re there, on your knees, pleasuring him during a meeting is almost too much to bear. He closes his eyes briefly to hide when they roll back. 

His precum is salty on your tongue. Every now and then you wiggle your head to the side to spread the taste of it, to smear it all over and Blue lets out the smallest groan of appreciation. 

It’s torture, pure torture. And he loves every second of it. His mind racing with all the things he’s going to do to you the second this fucking meeting is over. 

He’s going to make you scream. Overstimulating until you're a crying mess and begging for his forgiveness. 

He’s going to lick your aching pussy so softly, so gently, over and over until you don’t know when one orgasm ends and the other begins. 

He’s going to sink in cock into you and fuck his cum so deep that you’ll never be rid of him. And then he’s going to make you sit on his lap, full of his spend and cock, and not let you go. Just sit on this chair and make you whine. 

He can almost see the embarrassment on your face, the panic as you would sit, split open while he went about taking meetings calmly. Holding you close as you pressed your face into his neck, your arms wrapped around his shoulder while he discussed the overnight rota with Harris or the fucking meal plan with James. 

God, you would look so good just cock warming him for all the world to see. For them all to know you were just his.

Pleasure twists tight in his belly as you keep licking, bringing him closer to the edge. 

Blue no longer attempts to stop you with his free hand, instead, he grabbed hold of your shoulder pressing and squeezing just a little to encourage you to pick up the pace. 

And, thank god, you do. Running your tongue over his tip and slit again and again and again. 

He was going to fuck you so well after this, fill you up to the brim, and make you feel so good. His Honey. Too good for him, too good for this place, you deserved the fucking world. He’d give you anything, everything. 

His balls contract, his grip on your shoulder tightening, and you know he’s close. 

One more flat lick and you wrap your lips over the head and suck, flicking your tongue over him as you do so. 

Blue tenses, his fingers digging in almost painfully and his legs squeezing against your shoulders as he spurts hot, thick cum into your mouth.

You swallow eagerly, licking him clean as every muscle in his body relaxes and goes limp. He slumps a little in the chair, letting it do all the effort in keeping him upright. 

Carefully you pull up his scrubs and tuck him in before sitting back and smiling.

Maybe if this meeting went on for long enough you could do it again. 

Unfortunately, it’s only another five minutes before both Harris and the union rep get up, shake Blue’s hand and leave. 

As the door closes, Blue stays still in the chair for a moment. Seemingly waiting to make sure the other two men are truly gone.

“Did you enjoy yourself, Honey?” He growls. “Did you like being fucking bad?” 

You can’t stop your laugh. Glee bubbling up in your chest. 

Blue snarls and moves so suddenly, kicking out the chair and crouching down. You see a flash of the predatory gaze in his eyes as he grabs hold of you and yanks you out from under his desk. His grip is firm but careful not to actually hurt you. 

Your giggles grow louder. 

“Oh, funny is it?” He wraps his arms around you, nuzzling into your neck and nipping at your skin, running his tongue over the spot when you yelp. “You like teasing me? Torturing me, do you?”

You nod, squirming as he pulls you into his lap. 

He chuckles and kisses your neck, your jaw, just under your ear. 

“I have plans for you Honey… let me show you.” He whispers. 

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[rhaenyratargayen]

It's already 2021 for me lol it's nearly 4 am were I'm at. Anyways weasley chat. I'm welcoming the new year with my period which was just a lovely surprise this afternoon anyways cramps are killing me and george would just be so nice to you if you were on your period. I want him to hold meeeeeeeee

omg!!! happy new year 🥳

oof im sorry babe, but georgie would be so sweet 🥺 @gcdric wrote a headcanon of george taking care of you on your period you should check it out!

[aurumacadicus]

audacious-little-fuck replied to your post “For the brotp ask meme, Tony & Rhodey or Tony & Pepper?”

“Except for the one time a stray pillow flew out and hit Mama Rhodes. Then Mama Rhodes ended it.” Henqakjenwwjw omg the fear those sentences invoke in me I’m dying.

I’m surprised no one commented on this earlier lmao it was the biggest stroke of genius I’ve had in a long time:

It’s Rhodey who loses grip on his pillow when Mama Rhodes comes in, and it hits her smack-dab in the face. Her expression as the pillow falls to the floor is stony. Tony freezes in terror, so scared he starts shaking, because oh no Mama Rhodes is going to yell at them and rescind his hugging privileges and ban him from the house and Rhodey won’t want to be his friend anymore. He can’t even open his mouth to apologize because what if that just makes her madder?

Mama Rhodes takes a deep breath, stoops to pick up the pillow--and then lunges for them with a battle cry, walloping Rhodey in the head with it. Tony stares, shocked.

“Tony avenge meeeeeeeee,” Rhodey wails.

Tony holds up his pillow awkwardly but Mama Rhodes expertly swings her pillow around, knocking it from his hands, and then firmly bops him on top of the head so he sits down where he is, stunned.

“You’re fucking useless,” Rhodey grumbles, grabbing the fallen pillow to sock his mom in the face again. He hands Tony a throw pillow so he won’t be unarmed but Mama Rhodes keeps knocking it from his hands since the stiffer fabric is harder to hold. It distracts her enough that he gets a few more good hits in though.

“I grew up with four sisters,” Mama Rhodes reminds them smugly once she’s gotten the other pillow from Rhodey and backed them into a corner. “I learned how to be ruthless.”

“I can’t believe you would kill your own child!” Rhodey wails, hiding behind Tony. “And his guest!”

“Tony’s not a guest,” Mama Rhode’s scoffs. “He’s family.” And then she finishes them off by clubbing them both over the head with their respective pillows. “Set the living room back to rights and then come help me with lunch.”

Tony hugs his pillow to his chest and hides his face in it so they can’t see him smiling, because sometimes when they see this particular smile they get sad for him. Mama Rhodes ruffles his hair fondly before turning to head into the kitchen. Rhodey wraps his arm around Tony’s shoulders to give him a fond squeeze before walking over to put the lamp back back on the side table. Tony smiles to himself for a minute, overwhelmed, before rushing to help fold up the blankets they’d been sleeping with.

[stateofgracei]

Holy shiiit what is she doing omg ITS KILLING MEEEEEEEEE

[perotovar]

YEEESSSS OMG i love your takes so much 😭

the ease into domestic life is KILLING MEEEEEEEEE I love them 😭

AREN'T THEY DISGUSTING (affectionate)

loving and affectionate girl dads are 🤌

I KNOW, I HATE THEM (i would like one pls)

Marisol in 5 years listening to The Cure

river's going to be such a bad influence on her, i can't wait lmao

this is why when assholes are all hOw Do YoU eXpLaIn iT tO tHe cHiLdReN it's like ????? it's not that difficult????? kids don't care about made up shit the same way adults do - at least until they're also taught to care about made up shit

writing this scene was such a pain because i've never had to explain this sort of thing to a child before but i was like DUDE, KIDS DON'T GIVE A FUCK, I'M GOING FOR IT LMAO

pleaseeeeeee him soaking in his lil family unit 😢

🥹😌 yeah <3

into the beat of the night (ch 6) "precious"

header by the lovely @sp00kymulderr ♥

pairing: frankie morales/oc!river price (they/them) rating: E (18+) chapter warnings: swearing, marisol makes a proper introduction, river bonding with a 4 year-old (it's cute, i promise), worried/frantic dad!frankie, google translated spanish (sorry), sub!frankie, oral (m receiving), rimming, fingering (m receiving), cum eating, if i missed anything else lmk! word count: 3.7k dividers by @saradika-graphics beta: @scenaaario

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series summary: frankie thought he had himself figured out by now. he liked both men and women, had dated both in the past. but when someone that challenges what he thinks that means comes into his life, in an unlikely place, he truly learns who he is, and more importantly, who he loves.

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“I’m positive.”

Frankie bit his lip, arms crossed over his wide chest. “I know kids aren’t really–”

“Oh, hush,” River laughed, rolling their eyes. “She’s your daughter, babe. Of course I want to meet her.”

“Alright,” Frankie nodded, a small smile appearing on his lips. He exhaled softly, taking their ring-clad fingers in his and rubbing the knuckles. “I’ll get my keys and we can go pick her up from daycare, then.”

Warmth spread through River’s chest and they nodded, leaning over to kiss Frankie’s jaw. “Lead the way.”

As they drove to Marisol’s daycare, Frankie let River take over the radio this time, promising that they could show him more of their own personal taste in music. A lot of it sounded like the stuff they played at The Night Owl, but River’s taste was more varied. He surprised himself by how much of it he ended up liking. 

“You know what that means,” River’s face lighting up with a grin from the passenger seat. 

Frankie glanced at them before turning his blinker on and continuing through the intersection. “No, what?” he chuckled.

“It means,” River started, voice full of delight and teasing, “That you’re goth.”

Confusion graced Frankie’s features as he slowed down at a red light. He looked over at them like River had grown a third eye. “But I don’t look like it?”

River rolled their eyes and laughed. “I keep telling you guys that it’s a music-based subculture. As long as you like the music, then you’re free to identify that way,” they paused. “If you want to, of course.”

A laugh bubbled its way up Frankie’s chest and he smirked. “Oh, then I am so goth.”

“You only just figured out who Siouxsie and the Banshees are, Francisco.”

“I still don’t know why she has to spell her name like that,” he mumbled as they pulled into the parking lot of the daycare.

River laughed and Frankie melted.

A giggling bundle of pink barreled into Frankie’s open arms as he knelt down to pick up Marisol. “Hey, sweetheart,” Frankie smiled, kissing her cheek. “How was your day?”

Marisol didn’t answer him, eyes transfixed on the new figure standing next to her father. Her big brown eyes traveled over River, her cheeks flushed and warm from running, and maybe a little bit from nerves. 

“This is River, honey,” Frankie said, resting her on his hip as he stood. “This is daddy’s new friend.” The two of them had decided on easing Marisol into their relationship, when they figured out a way to describe River in a way that the little girl could understand.

River’s heart melted at the two of them. Frankie was right about River not being one for kids, but seeing their boyfriend be so soft and attentive to this little girl was doing things to them.

“Hi, sweetie,” River smiled, reaching out to tug on Marisol’s dress. “This is very pretty.”

Marisol blushed and smiled, hiding her face in Frankie’s neck. 

“What do we say?” Frankie encouraged, patting her little bum.

“Thank you,” she said softly. “I like your name.”

River and Frankie exchanged soft looks before River smiled gratefully. “That’s very sweet of you, honey.”

Marisol giggled and tucked her face back into Frankie’s neck, grabbing a tiny fistful of his t-shirt. When they made it back to Frankie’s truck, River climbed back into the passenger seat while Frankie buckled Marisol into her car seat. 

“What kind of music do you like, Marisol?” River asked, looking back at her.

Marisol’s little face scrunched up in thought, taking the question very seriously. “Hmm… pretty stuff! Stuff that ballerinas dance to,” she nodded, happy with what she decided on. 

River thought about it and scrolled through their playlists on their phone. Soft piano and an ethereal feminine voice rang through the speakers of the car as Frankie got into his own seat and started the truck. He raised a brow in River’s direction as he started driving toward his apartment.

River shrugged and smiled. “Kate Bush has pretty music. And she’s a classically trained dancer, so I think it qualifies as something a ballerina would dance to.” They both looked back at Marisol to see her with her eyes shut as she let the music overtake her little body.

Frankie smiled and nodded, accepting that defense. “Alright,” he chuckled.

Marisol was currently talking River’s ear off and Frankie was horrified. His little girl was as sweet as can be, but normally very shy. River seemed to have brought her out of her shell, a fact that filled him with joy, but he didn’t want an unexpected toddler question to make River uncomfortable.

“Did that hurt?!” Marisol squealed, poking River’s nose next to one of the piercings there. River spluttered and laughed, gripping Marisol’s tiny hand in theirs to remove it from their face. 

“It did, but it doesn’t hurt anymore,” they laughed softly. “This hurt more, though.” River poked their tongue out, showing her the piercing that lay in the middle.

“Wow!! That’s so weird!” Marisol giggled.

Frankie shook his head in amusement as he cleaned off the pan he’d be using to cook dinner. This was River’s second time at his apartment, but his first time cooking for them. The first was after their first night spent together. He and River had a movie night, and his thoughts quickly drifted to how that night progressed. River on their knees in front of him while he sat on the couch, his knuckles clenched white around the throw blanket to keep from coming. Their long hair framing their face as they kissed and licked down his hard–

“Frankie? Hello…?” River grinned, standing next to him and leaning against the kitchen counter. He startled and snapped his head up to look at them. His cheeks grew warm at their smirking face, and he felt the blush spread to his neck as they held his gaze. 

“Distracted?” they whispered, stepping into his space and kissing his jaw. They delicately licked  the patch of skin on his cheek void of any facial hair.

Frankie gulped and shivered. “I–I have to cook dinner, tu amenazas,” he chuckled softly. River smiled and gave him a quick kiss before settling back against the counter. “What were you saying before?”

“Oh, right,” River said, pointing toward the living room where Marisol was playing with her Barbies. “She wants to watch ‘mermaids’, and I didn’t know what that meant, but I assume you do.”

Frankie nodded and set down the pan in the sink before drying off his hands. “Yeah, c’mere, I’ll show you where all her movies are.” He smiled, leading River back into the living room. 

Marisol now enamored with her movie and River sitting on the floor next to her, Frankie felt warmth in his chest. As he made dinner, he couldn’t help but think of this being a regular occurrence. He knew that asking River to be a parent wasn’t fair to them, and this was still a pretty fresh relationship, but he allowed his mind to wander. He wanted to catch a glimpse of what the two of them would look like a few years down the line.

“Está listo, ustedes dos,” Frankie smiled, turning the stovetop off as the food sizzled in the pan.

“C’mon, you,” River grunted as they got up, holding their hand out for Marisol to take. Marisol happily took River’s hand as they walked into the little eating nook of the apartment. River picked her up and sat her down in her chair and set a plate in front of her.

Frankie's face visibly melted at the gesture and before he could stop himself, he leaned over and kissed River’s cheek. They both froze and looked at Marisol, who was too busy making her Barbie dance and do flips to notice. River snorted and gave Frankie a wink before taking a seat across from him at the table. 

Dinner went surprisingly well. River entertained all of Marisol’s silly questions with grace and an amused smile. Frankie watched with rapt attention and a bursting heart. Marisol was a curious little bug and he loved that about her, so it surprised him that she hadn’t already asked—

“Are you a boy or girl?”

The room seemed to still as Frankie and River made eye contact. Frankie started to panic, face pinched with worry, but River just smiled and put their hand on top of his to calm him down. 

“You have long hair like a girl,” Marisol mumbled over the thumb in her mouth. 

“I do,” River chuckled. 

“But kinda sound like a boy…”

Frankie looked at River, completely lost for words. He had no idea how to change the subject but River didn’t seem to be worried. 

“Well,” River started. “Some people are princesses,” they winked, poking Marisol’s tummy and making her giggle. “Some people are princes.” They looked over at Frankie and smiled, giving him a quick once-over. “And some people are a mix of the two.”

Marisol furrowed her little brow as she listened. “So… You get dresses and capes?” 

River met Frankie’s eyes before snorting, resting their chin in the palm of their hand. “That’s right,” they smirked.

“Ugh, that’s so cool.”

Frankie visibly deflated, eyes closing softly and exhaling. River rubbed his knuckles with their thumb comfortingly. “River is really cool,” Frankie piped in, smiling softly.

“I know that, daddy.”

River’s face softened as warmth colored their cheeks. “Thank you, sweetie.” They looked over at Frankie and made a show of checking him out, silently telling him what was in store for him later.

Frankie’s chest puffed up and he grinned, checking them out in return. “Alright, conejita, it’s getting late,” Marisol whined in protest. “Hey, you told me you’d be a big girl today, remember? Head into the bathroom and get onto your step so we can brush our teeth, okay?”

Marisol deflated a little and grumpily made her way down the hall. River gave Frankie an amused look before taking his hand in their own. “C’mere,” they hummed, pulling him close. They looked up at him from their seat and gripped onto his hips and ass, squeezing appreciatively.

Frankie shivered and cupped River’s face, kissing them deeply. “Gimme five minutes,” he breathed against their lips.

River changed, sporting a tank top and boxer briefs, and started looking around Frankie’s bedroom. On top of his dresser was a selection of photos: one of him lifting Marisol into the air, both of them giggling. River smiled, before moving their eyes to the next one: an old black and white photo of a man and a woman, presumably Frankie’s parents. The last photo was the one that really caught their attention: a much younger Frankie stood ramrod straight dressed in his military fatigues with a stern look on his face. “Must be after basic training,” they hummed under their breath. Frankie’s hair was cut short, none of the curls they loved so much to be seen.

Above the photos hung two separate certificates; one for the military, and one for flight school. Frankie had told them about his job a little, but because it was through the military, he could only explain so much. He could explain the maintenance part of his job, though.

“Alright, Marisol should be falling asleep anytime, her rain sounds are on full blast,” Frankie chuckled as he came into the room and locked the door. “What’cha lookin’ at, mi amor?”

River hummed, their thumb rubbing the side of Frankie’s young face on the photo. “You were so skinny,” they frowned, setting the photo back down.

Frankie came up behind them and rested his chin on their shoulder, swaying them back and forth a little. “Yeah. I was always pretty thin. Then Marisol came along and I started eating more regularly to keep her healthy,” he chuckled, kissing River’s cheek from behind them. 

River raised a brow and turned in his arms, holding onto the sides of his stomach. “You’re telling me this only happened within the last four years?” They asked incredulously, a smirk on their lips.

“Shhh,” Frankie chuckled and pressed their lips together, humming happily into River’s mouth. “Just go with it.”

“But I like this,” River pouted, squeezing Frankie’s fuller middle lovingly. Frankie blushed, smiled, and shrugged in acceptance. “Now,” River grinned, squeezing Frankie’s ass. “On the bed.”

A shiver traveled down Frankie’s spine, and he nodded, removing his clothes as he went. He laid against the headboard, bare legs spread out in front of him. His cock was already twitching to life at the sight of River pulling their long hair out of their face and into a loose ponytail.

“You kept stressing yourself out today,” River started, crawling onto the bed and getting comfortable between the thick muscles, kissing up his leg. “How come?” Their eyes moved up to his face as they sucked a mark on the inside of his knee.

Frankie relaxed, watching River’s mouth closely. “W-wanted things to go well with you and Marisol,” he answered, resting his hand on top of theirs on his opposite thigh. “Not burn dinner,” he laughed quietly.

River hummed, eyes shutting as they nibbled on the soft flesh. They rubbed up the sides of his legs comfortingly and made eye contact with him. “Think you did just fine,” they smiled, their lips making a small pop when they let go of his thigh. “Wanna thank you, in fact,” they breathed, their mouth moving to kiss and suck at his balls softly.

“F-fuck, for what, Río?” Frankie grunted, his cock twitching violently against his lower tummy. 

“Taking care of us,” they said casually, kissing up the length of his cock before engulfing the head with their mouth and flicking their tongue over the tip. Every time the piercing in their tongue made contact with his cock, the air left Frankie’s lungs.

A long whine left Frankie’s lips as he shivered, his stomach tensing. He looked down and groaned at his cock stretching River’s mouth to its limit.

River’s mouth popped off so they could lean forward and kiss Frankie’s ribs. They curled their fingers around his shaft and pumped languidly, their mouth sucking another mark below his pec. “Quiet, baby,” River hummed. “Don’t wanna wake her, right?”

Frankie nodded frantically, trying to keep his breathing under control. “R-right,” he gasped, River’s thumb rubbing over the head just right.

“Good boy,” River smirked, kissing their way back down to his cock. They started bobbing their head up and down at an agonizingly slow pace, watching Frankie’s face the whole time. Frankie moaned quietly, one big hand cupping the back of River’s head to keep them in place, and the other braced on their tattooed shoulder.

“B-baby, fuck, your fuckin’ mouth,” he groaned, shutting his eyes and tipping his head back.

River moaned around him and subtly moved down the bed until Frankie was lying on his back, one long leg draped over their shoulder and down their back. An idea popped into River’s head, making them smirk to themself. Their mouth lifted off of his cock again and they put two of their own fingers into their mouth, making them as wet as possible. Their hand kept a steady pace, their eyes locked on Frankie’s blissed out features. His eyes were still closed and he was moaning weakly, his whole body twitching and shivering.

Slowly, they lowered their mouth back into their original position, but this time, they flicked their tongue along the inside of his foreskin and gently grazed their teeth across the exposed head. Frankie let out a louder moan, eyes shooting open to see what they were doing. River hummed and winked at him, one of their wet fingers moving between his legs and teasing around the rim of his asshole.

“Riv,” Frankie panted, face pinched in pleasure. 

River shut their eyes in bliss and bobbed their head again, their first finger pushing past the tight ring of muscle. Frankie let out a shaky exhale, his breath hitching as River went deeper.

“Fuck,” he whined, chest heaving and toes curling. River added the second finger, and watched his face as they pumped them in and out slowly. His head was pushed back into the pillow underneath, that thick neck of his taut and flushed a deep red color. 

River moved their free hand underneath one of his thighs and pushed it back until his knees were up closer to his shoulders, exposing his hole to them. They hummed around his cock, relishing in the weight of him. His obedience made them shiver as heat built in their core. They sped up the rhythm of their fingers enough to get him to moan weakly again, the wet suck of their fingers inside him loud in the otherwise quiet bedroom. 

They sucked hard around the head of his cock before pulling away. “Touch yourself,” they hummed, voice thick and lips swollen. 

Frankie was on another planet and just barely heard them. He looked at their flushed face, eyes half lidded and glossy, plush lips parted. Frankie looked beautiful. Wrecked. 

They spread their fingers slightly, keeping up the pace. Frankie’s eyes rolled back and he groaned, long fingers curling around his cock and pumping. 

“Slowly,” they commanded, removing their fingers, green eyes stern, but not unkind. They knew Frankie needed to be told what to do sometimes and it made Frankie’s heart soar. He did what he was told, slowly moving his hand over his cock.

River hummed appreciatively and held the backs of his thighs steady. “Good boy,” they grinned, collecting saliva on their tongue before spitting directly onto his hole.

Frankie gasped loudly, squeezing his cock, and looked down at River. “R-Río! Wait–”

“Shhh,” they soothed, kissing down his thigh until their tongue met the rim of his hole and teased it over the puckered skin.

“H-holy fuck, Riv,” Frankie groaned, his free hand covering his mouth so he’d stay quiet. “I-I’m gonna fucking come,” he whined, voice muffled behind his fingers, and squeezed the base of his cock to prolong the inevitable.

“Not yet,” they said casually, their pierced tongue dragging over the tight ring of muscle before venturing further in. River moaned once their tongue was inside him, their lips sucking on the rim simultaneously. They made eye contact with him, their green ones determined and nearly black with desire.

Frankie was a fucking wreck. His thighs trembled on either side of River’s head and his toes were curled so hard his feet were nearly folded in half. His entire body was covered in a thin layer of sweat, and he could barely breathe. His head felt fuzzy, and he knew he wouldn’t be able to hold on much longer. “B-baby, please, I can’t–”

River moaned and removed their mouth from him. They licked their lips and wiped the back of their hand over their mouth to collect any left over saliva. They dragged their knuckles over his hole teasingly before pressing the pads of their fingertips back inside him. Frankie whimpered and bit down onto his hand as he looked at them pleadingly.

“You wanna come on my face, baby?” River said softly, soothingly. Frankie’s nearly purple cock twitched violently in his hand and he nodded frantically.

“P-please, yes, I–”

River chuckled softly as they lowered their face toward his cock, exposing their pierced tongue to him, eyes shut softly.

Frankie groaned and started pumping his cock quickly, aiming it toward their face. His fist was practically a blur, the amount of pre-cum covering his cock working in his favor. 

“Oh, mierda. Ay dios mío...” Frankie whined, voice pitched up an octave or two before his cock burst, thick ropes of come painting River’s face. Frankie kept stroking himself until there wasn’t anything left. He panted heavily, little whines and whimpers leaving him sporadically.

River smiled, licking the cum off their lips and chin before wiping the rest off with their fingers and sucking them clean. “Good boy, good fuckin’ boy,” they hummed, crawling between his legs so they could kiss Frankie deeply. 

Frankie moaned at the taste of his spend on their tongue, his big hands cradling the sides of their face. He was still catching his breath, but didn’t want to stop. River came up for air, a big smile on their lips as they pressed their forehead to his. They just breathed for a moment, letting Frankie come back down to earth.

“You okay?”

Frankie blinked up at them, eyes half lidded and shiny. He hummed, his body feeling fuzzy and satisfied, heavy. “Yeah,” he smiled. “That was… wow,” a dopey giggle escaping him.

River snorted and kissed the corner of his mouth. “First time someone’s done that?”

Frankie nodded, pulling them down until they were chest to chest. He rubbed up and down their back. “Yeah, I’m usually the one doing that sort of thing.” River hummed in response, laying their head against his broad chest and getting comfy. “Speaking of which,” Frankie tapped their shoulder, then his own chest. “Come up.”

River shook their head. “No, honey, it’s not transactional, I wanted to–”

“Get. Up. Here.”

River shuddered and obeyed, crawling up Frankie’s torso until they were sitting on his lap. “You sure?” 

“Mmm, positive,” Frankie grinned, squeezing their thighs.

Frankie startled awake, something loud crashing in the kitchen. He looked around his bedroom briefly, arm reaching out toward River’s side. When that side felt cold, he frowned and looked toward the open bedroom door. Marisol’s giggles drifted into the room and he relaxed, throwing the sheets off his tired body. He grunted as he bent over to grab his underwear and the t-shirt he was wearing yesterday.

He yawned and scratched his head, curls messy and sticking up in every direction. He slowly walked down the hall towards the kitchen. He stopped in his tracks when he heard River speaking quietly to Marisol. 

“No, we’ll get you some orange juice instead,” they chuckled, the sound of a ceramic mug being placed on the kitchen counter.

Marisol shook her head and scrunched her face.

“No? Well, what would you like instead?”

Frankie leaned against the wall and crossed his arms over his chest. He stopped next to the kitchen, staying out of sight, a smile growing on his lips.

The refrigerator door opened and Marisol grunted quietly, like she was reaching for something.

“Ahh, apple juice. I agree, this is way better,” River whispered, like it was a big secret to be revealed. 

Marisol giggled and Frankie rested his forehead on the wall. His heart thundered in his chest as a wide smile grew on his face.