#Riffs of Real Time

[yallemagne]

Seeing how we've established we want Morph and Erik friendship goals.

Morph: You know what. Screw this! I want out of this Jean, Maddie, Scott and Logan bullshit.

Morph: Scoot over Rogue! Let me sit on Erik's lap+

Erik: What?

Logan: WHAT?!

Morph: Come on Mags. We'd go great together. I'm bald. You're old, powerful and violent. I'd bring out the fun in you. You make me feel pretty

Erik:

Erik: You don't feel pretty?

Morph: If we don't make Rogue jealous. We'd definitely make the professor envious

Erik:

Erik: Okay now-

Morph: I'm not hearing a no!

Erik: I...am not saying a yes.

Logan: **rolls eyes*

Morph would soooo insert themselves into others' relationship drama. They're just so tired of basking in the angst of watching the man they love pine over the ultimate power couple: a duo who could only be wedged apart by a clone of one of them. Girls (gender neutral) just wanna have fun.

And they'd get so fucking into it. They're like "I'm sick of this baby garbage, I want some real drama. I'm gonna go fuck with the Magneto/Rouge/Gambit with a sprinkling of Chuck thing going on over there. And listen when I tell you: I'm going all the way. I was never able to chink the armour of Grey Summers and get between those two to stir the pot, but I'm playing multiple teams here, buddy, you just watch, I'm romancing all of you. You're all gonna be fighting over me by the end of this, and you won't even know where you started."

The whole team is watching on in horror like "this is worse than when they were being mind-controlled by Mister Sinister..."

(also I love Erik hearing Morph's pitch and only replying "...you don't feel pretty?" like he's already geared up to shower Morph with compliments after it's implied they're insecure. man is hooked.)

[broareweabouttoviberightnow]

FINALLY FIGURED OUT THE GODDAMN NIRVANA RIFF IM FINALLY FREEEEEE

[starlightkun]

damn those txt boys know how to do a rock/pop punk/emo concept......

[myplasticadversary]

This might be silly but I've been trying to find this one person who said in a tag I saw something about a McLennon Enchanted AU because I have a lot of thoughts about it 👀

[marc--chilton]

okokok please don't feel pressured to keep answering my many asks (you can say "hey riff shut up" at any point and i will follow suit) but uh. here's another

yknow when house fakes cancer to try to fix his pain with that clinical trial and the ducklings find out and get all scared and chase gives house a hug while sobbing and house is just like "aw rats i got a blubbering australian twink hugging me because he thinks i'm dying"? by that point had said blubbering australian twink already wormed his way into house's paternal instincts or was he still just that dumb employee?

also, what would taub's a/b/o classification be in your opinion? because i can see many options for him (whereas imo basically all the others except chase and thirteen are betas). would being a beta married to an alpha or an omega cause any pressures in your relationship? in your mgv does that explain partially why taub's marriage is so failing (it's all his fault)?

-🎸

dw i know i dont have to answer everything i just Wanna, i'm closing in on thirty and have better things to worry about than answering asks on tumblr dot com. like getting my dentist referral tomorrow 😰

by that cancer faking point, chase has long since imprinted on house and house has warmed up to him enough to feel a little bad about upsetting him but not enough to come clean. it strains that tentative familial bond between them for a while. eventually they sort of smooth things out tho (mostly through nonverbal cues as that's the easiest way for house to communicate and not have his intentions be doubted as he doesn't do it often. not for 'professionalism' like one might think but because to do so is to tap into his instincts, and thanks to his own issues, means he's reminded that he's an omega. yknow, the problem with he has that stemmed from his own dad's rejection? yeah)

ducklings mgv statuses are as follows

omega - chase, cameron

beta - kutner

alpha - foreman, taub, thirteen

while a being a beta isn't a dealbreaker for relationships with alphas or omegas, since some betas especially struggle with the nuances of these statuses, there may be some bumps in the road. taub's marriage fails because he just sucks at being a husband. he actually toes the line of 'alpha' and 'beta' so while he's an alpha, he's not as 'tuned in', if that makes sense?? nor does he care to be on average since he's not taken super seriously as an alpha as a short balding guy

[transhetanybodys]

Riff and Anybodys could theoretically bond over the fact that Tony doesn't care about either of them as much as they want him to but instead they hate each other, tragic

[todays-just-a-daydream]

relavant reading: https://medium.com/@benorloff/pastiche-in-postmodernity-sampling-and-the-criminalization-of-creativity-a5c0a47d0996

relevant for d’you know what i mean specifically:

Theft is something of a recurring theme in Noel Gallagher's songwriting, a form of high camp beneath the sincere surface. "Step Out," a terrific B side, is credited to Noel, Stevie Wonder, and members of Thin Lizzy, who contributed unwittingly to the song's composition. On Oasis's new single, "D'You Know What I Mean," Noel manages to cram thefts from three separate songs into three lines: "The blood on the trax must be mine / The fool on the hill and I feel fine / Don't look back cos you know what you might see." "I used to pinch anything when I was younger," says Noel. "I once got caught pinching a frozen chicken. We were having the local disco, and I had a date, but I had no money, so I decided to pinch the most expensive thing on my mother's shopping list and keep the money, which was the chicken. But I ended up getting arrested for it, getting fined 75 pounds.... Shoplifting is a rebellion, isn't it? I suppose it's, uh, you get off on the danger. You progress to cars, and then you progress to serious alcohol and drug abuse. Then you start a band and pinch other people's songs. I'm a kind of artistic shoplifter."

This cover story originally appeared in the October 1997 issue of SPIN.

[daisyachain]

The NPCs can be split pretty cleanly into the location-locked / ship crew camps, but I feel like the GM treatment vs the End Result sometimes doesn’t match up. The location-locked NPCs are quite lovingly sketched-out people. The Broker and Hildred, Adrian and Margaret, the Glas crew (aka Mirrorverse Uhuru), Hewano and Liuto, the Kesslers are all characters you can take seriously or build a world around. They have a hero-of-their-own-story air. Being made as part of the story arc, each completes their own mini-journey in a satisfying way. After that—pretty easy to forget about them not as any flaw of the building process, but because that was 2 years and 100 episodes ago. Things have happened since then.

The crew, on the other hand—Almost 100% pure bit. Created on the spot as a bit or carried over from Dear Uhurus. Less than 10 seconds’ thought put in to the content of the actual character. Despite being paper-thin cutouts, they so consistently show up as set dressing at the start and end of each arc that they stick in the mind more than the actual people you meet along the way. You cannot avoid getting reminded of Daisy and Fuentes and their unibrow.

The crew comes with the ship, and therefore have the most continuous ongoing arcs. Investment in a bit crew member is likely to pay off in the future, while investment in a well-rounded arc NPC has one single guaranteed payoff (even if it’s a much bigger payoff). While our heroes will bid a fond farewell to the Kesslers, Wendell Barge will be there for them and for you forever. Until he gets hit on the death chart. Oops.

I love the bit characters and I think that the spontaneous player bits are part of what sets Skyjacks above other shows that expect the GM to do all the work of making the cast. I can also say that it’s incongruous for so many cool side characters get forgotten (by me. Sorry) while JOJ is like the third NPC who comes to mind (rip)

[whencartoonsruletheworld]

also im gonna riff on the lilo & stitch reboot bc it's gonna suck and we all know it BUT. BUT. i will hear NOTHING bad about the lil girl playing lilo. maia kealoha is the cutest little angel in the world and from the trailer it looks like they literally just shook a lilo & stitch dvd until the real lilo fell out. she is a baby and a rising star who looks like she's having the TIME of her life and i hope she made BANK from this and we all protect her forever

[mazovian]

spinning out to Joga by Bjork

[nectarine-neuroticism]

this was me in the discord server a couple days ago and I had been thinking about THIS... the pure (im)possibility of THIS moment since then.

and it fucking happened.

look at him geekin' the fuck out. tag yourself, i'm the guy giving the thumbs up. the guitar riff was fucking everything though. i am the song sample recognizer, not even kidding. ik this means nothing to anyone other than irl ppl, but if i was ever a genius at anything --- it is knowing my music. i could've passed out at hearing that.

GUYS!!!! It was true!!!! Hell yeah he slayed this so hard!

(Fr almost screamed when I heard the guitar riff)!

[dark-night-hero]

Imagine being the non-mc significant other of lead guitarist! Sylus. part2

Imagine the night was going well, last set of play and they were done for the day until that damn request card came. The way he stared at it under the stage light, jaw ticking, heart twisting in quiet dread. Lips of an Angel. He didn’t need to flip it over. He already knew who it was from.

Imagine the way he gripped the card tighter, wishing it would dissolve in his fist. A request like this wasn’t just a song. It was a test. A fucking ghost tapping on his shoulder. He looked over at the frontman, already nodding, already smiling that smug smile that said "Just do it. One more time won’t kill you."

Imagine he wanted to say no. He should have said no. He almost did. But the crowd was waiting, and when he glanced out across the sea of dim faces, he didn’t see you. If he had, he wouldn’t have done it. Maybe.

Imagine the way the first chord came like muscle memory to him. The way his fingers danced a familiar pattern of pain. He hadn’t played this song for years. Had not sung it in longer. There was no reason for that. He never sings, only does on occasional day but mostly because nowadays, he only sing for you and only you.

Imagine the way he knew this song isn't just music. It was a confession with a melody. And tonight, he was about to lie to the only person who really mattered.

"Honey, why you calling me so late?" The words sat like broken glass in his mouth. They didn’t belong to him anymore. But she was out there.

Imagine the way her eyes, not as sweet and shiny as yours, locked on him. Like he was still that boy who used to write songs about her and pretend it didn’t hurt. Thag made something unspoken twist inside his chest. Not love. Not anymore. It was just unfinished business. The kind that rots if you never open the box.

"I gotta whisper cause I can’t be too loud." He used to believe that. Used to think love had to hide in shadows and stolen glances. But you, you showed him difference. You were sunlight and stability. You laughed at his shitty guitar riffs, kissed the calluses on his fingers, and loved him on the quiet days. You were never a secret.

"Well, my girl’s in the next room" He cringed on the inside. His stomach turned with every lyric. Because you weren't in the next room. You were probably at home, curled up with one of his old hoodies, reading the same damn novel you've been teasing him with for weeks. Or maybe out with friends, texting him when you got home safe. You were his now. And he was yours, only yours. And yet, the song came out like a betrayal he didn't mean to sing.

Imagine he looked at her, MC, only once. Just for a second. She smiled like the world hadn't moved on. Like she still owned a part of him. Maybe she did. Maybe she always would. But what he had with her was then. What he had with you was real. It was now.

Imagine the way he finished the song on autopilot. The way no amount of applause could cut through the guilt already pounding on his chest. The band moved into the next song, but he barely played. His fingers hit strings without hearing them. His mind was somewhere else. Somewhere he couldn't follow.

Imagine he didn't know you were in the crowd. He didn't know you'd planned this as a surprise. He didn't even notice the shift in the crowd. Didn't see you leave. Didn't see your face. Didn't see the hurt. Not yet. Later, when he got backstage, there was a note waiting on him. No name. No message. Just a guitar pick.

Imagine the way his heart dropped. The way he picked up the guitar pick. Custom-made. His initials engraved in your handwriting. He stared at it like it had teeth. Every second he was touching it felt like it burns him. And then it hit him. You were here.

Imagine the way he ran out of the back door. Searched the alley. The parking lot. The street. But you were long gone. The night had swallowed you whole, and it didn't even leave a single echo behind.

Imagine he went home that night and stared at the ceiling in silence. He tried calling. No answer. Tried texting. Left on read. He couldn't sleep. He could not breathe right. Every minute that passed was a beat he felt like he doesn't deserve.

Imagine, the worst part wasn't that he sang to someone he didn't love anymore. It was that he did it thinking you will never know. But you did, and what was the cause?

Imagine he never told anyone what happened that night. Not even the band. He kept it all to himself. And the pick. He kept the pick. Carried it with him like a secret punishment. You were his home. And now, he was just another man who sang the wrong song to the right person who didn’t stay long enough to hear him say sorry.

[ⓒdark-night-hero] 2025°

: part 4 u : imma bake some brownies rq. Bye.

[marc--chilton]

"chase was super receptive tho bc he has issues and imprinted on house like an actual duckling" YES I CONCUR.

i also agree with your characterization that it's a "i am going to be nice to you more often but don't get any ideas" type of relationship rather than a "come to mama" type. i love fluff and all, but it's house. the man is not that affectionate or nice or pleasant. mgv wouldn't change that.

but the chase/thirteen sibling relationship is so real. i love that. i need more fics with that.

kutner being left out :( he's like. replacement chase. that's the role he fills. in that he's the dumb one. but he's also kinda replacement cameron because he's also nice.

anyway i love your mgv it's so good i love house abo when it's done well and this is done well.

does house ever bring gisele to work with him? or would cuddy say "absolutely not are you insane"

have a splendid day!

-🎸

like there are times where house is weirdly nice to chase and thirteen but that's just like. bc he's closing in on his heat and despite common perception, heat does not solely mean "sex now" especially if the omega in question is a parent. and chase likes the attention but even he has to shoo house away if he's getting too affectionate to the point of impeding their jobs (pup or not, there's not a lot of house-duckling hanging out with after work hours. like at all. the most is with thirteen and even then they're not like superbesties or anything, she's just his favorite to fall back on when house can't drag wilson into whatever that day)

he still calls them idiots, he's still a huge dickhead, but he also does more for them than for others. which tends to just be something so small as house making a vending machine run and asking them if they want anything too. the bar's pretty low

chase takes this weird found family type thing to heart, and it's obvious. because daddy issues. to the point where he's actually spent a heat or two with house because when he first presented, chase didn't get the right care from his parents so his hindbrain looked to house to fill that role. awkward? incredibly. did house agree? yes. did he do a good job mothering an adult chase and giving him all those parental affirmations he missed out on? not really. but he absolutely tried, and that was enough for chase, so. success!

(worth noting that house, too, did not receive adequate care when he first presented either. john ignored him entirely for his cycles, physically disgusted and uncomfortable, and blythe as a low-instinct beta didn't understand the nuances required for taking care of a child who presented as an omega)

kutner <333 i don't have anything to say there besides i love him. he's kind of like chase for dumb, cameron for nice, but he also has a je ne sais quoi of chaos that's to die for. he was way too jazzed to dig a grave and way too proud of himself for reviving a patient even tho in doing so he also set her on fire. baby boy how on earth did you get through med school <333 he's also a beta for what it's worth. in my mgv betas tend to be the most alike to real humans (no/weak cycles, less instinct-driven, sometimes thought of as "safe" or "boring" by As or Os) so don't get involved in as much drama so like. he kinda confused but he got the spirit

110% house has brought giselle to work. the first year of her life he was especially attached to her and argued against hiring a sitter or putting her in daycare -- saying daycares were just communal cultures waiting to infect his pup with superflu, or a sitter would confuse her and make her imprint on them instead of house or wilson -- when really due to his prior miscarriage and resulting (mostly not dealt with) trauma meant his hindbrain would freak out if he was away from her for too long. cuddy and wilson both actually get on to him for it (wilson less so. he's biased bc he also loves their lil baby to bits) but the only thing that gets him to stop trying to bring her is when she starts getting sick the same time house's current case proves to be infectious. and he's mortified because he's convinced she's caught (insert disease here) because of him, and she's so little still that this illness could conceivably kill her.

it turns out she doesn't have the sick of the week, it was just normal baby illness that scared him like it would any first time parent. definitely got him to stop bringing giselle in as much though.

thank you for this ask!! love an excuse to absolutely yap it out

[rafeslittlepup]

sexist!rafe in an alpha male podcast pt. 2

father’s day special: “back again with the king of discipline, dominance, and… domesticity?”

host 1: we had to bring back the rafe cameron for this one. father of four, head of the household, enemy of seed oils, and living proof that testosterone still exists! so, the first time you came here, was definitely controversial man

rafe (while popping a zyn): i’m not here to be liked, i’m here to raise men, and love my wife

host 2: and by the way, bro’s got the wife. like, dude’s wife wears aprons and makes homemade jam. what’s is this, 1955?

rafe: that’s what she wants. a good man lets his woman be soft, y’know, i built her a world where she doesn’t have to carry groceries or opinions.

host 2: she made that “what my husband eats in a day” tiktok and i literally teared up.

rafe (while laughing): yeah, she loves it. and my boys, they see that. they watch how i treat their mama. i kiss her on the head, i open every door, and i pay every single bill. they know what real love looks like. and let me make one thing very clear: i don’t raise friends. i raise sons. you think i’m gonna let my boy talk back to his mama? over my dead body… your kid doesn’t need a “buddy.” he needs a man to fear until he’s man enough to understand.

host 1: but you- you got the little girl too, right?

rafe: yeah, rosie. angel on earth. that’s my girl, not dating ‘til she’s married.

host 1: the bunnywife blessing, i guess. every man wants one, only real men get one.

rafe: if you want a bunnywife, you better act like a fucking grizzly bear. not one of these oat milk boys crying on tiktok.

the outro music is some southern rock riff with baby giggles and a shotgun

💬

@Bros4Bunny: This man is the reason i started working out. I want a wife that smiles when i tell her what to wear. King Cameron.

@miss_ladylike: my dad says you’re the only man on the internet that makes sense

@Kyle_Lifts: Need this man to start a fatherhood bootcamp

[malereadermaniac]

૮ • ﻌ - ა Trends - Vinnie Hacker x Male Reader

Plot: Boyfriend Headcannons with Vinnie - more specifically doing TikTok trends together ʕっ•ᴥ•ʔっ

Note: Icl I've never seen this man's vids but holy shit is he hot

Warnings: m!reader (no genitalia mentioned) / FDNI Some nsfw mentions but no smut! Entertainment purposes! Doesn't reflect real life!

Boyfriend!Vinnie who's incredibly chuffed at the fact that the whole world knows that the two of you are dating! You two are like the it couple on TikTok. Both your comments and his are filled with either people gushing over the two of you or gay men jokingly commenting things along the lines of 'guess I'm sleeping on the highway tn'.

Boyfriend!Vinnie who liked that you weren't super online. Sure, you had all the usual social apps but you weren't exactly one to post. But now? Vinnie loves how much you post. His fame kinda rubbed off on you! So you had to give in to the demands of fans to post more.

Boyfriend!Vinnie who significantly reduced the amount of thirst traps he would post since the two of you became official. But on the other hand, Vinnie is the typa guy who encourages you to post thrist traps! He not only wants to enjoy the videos of you looking fuckin' hot, but he also wants other people to see how hot his boyf is!

Boyfriend!Vinnie who literally reposts your TikToks. He might as well be a fan.

Boyfriend!Vinnie whose fans constantly ask to see you on streams. It's funny really. As soon as it became public knowledge that you were dating the streamer, his fans slowly stopped asking him to strip or show off his muscles and instead ask to see you.

Boyfriend!Vinnie who fucking LOVES doing couple TikToks with you! He's sending you every couple trend that comes up on his FYP and (not so) subtly begging you to do them together. And holy shit do the fans EAT it up. And you also really enjoy them too...

Boyfriend!Vinnie who snapped a selfie of him smirking as you lean over him and bend out of the car window to order at a drive-through; your ass looking extra thick in your baggy jeans and your back arching perfectly. That picture was not only posted on TikTok but also on Instagram... The caption on the picture was the usual trend caption of 'he wanted to order'. But the caption Vinnie added to the post? 'Jealous?'

Boyfriend!Vinnie who was more than happy to copy your pose in a snap you sent him; flexing his huge bicep and showing off his tattoos. The blonde hit the repost button so fast when he saw that you posted it as a TikTok. A smile crept onto Vinnie's face as he read your thirsty 'BOOM SHAKALAKA YES GAWD' caption. But his favourite part of the post was your cute attempt at flexing your own bicep; which no matter how built you were, was nowhere near as beefy as your boyfriend's.

Boyfriend!Vinnie who couldn't stop watching your video with him doing the smudged lipstick trend. The same snippet of the Cigarettes After Sex song would replay over and over again but Vinnie couldn't care less. He focussed on every detail. He watched with pride as his big, veiny hand cupped your soft face. He chuckled to himself when he came into frame covered in lipstick marks. And holy shit Vinnie's ego would swell each time he saw how lovingly you looked into his eyes. All the man could think as he rewatched the video over and over was 'He's so pretty...'

Boyfriend!Vinnie who convinces you to let him post a TikTok of you both running into each other on the street and fake fighting. The fake fighting quickly turns into making out as the guitar riff of 'I don't wanna be me' by Type O Negative plays. People fucking ate that TikTok up; it became Vinnie's most-liked post almost overnight. The steamer was also very smug when he noticed that you'd changed your lock screen to a screengrab of the two of you making out from that video.

Boyfriend!Vinnie who took a whole day to be convinced to film one specific trend with you. You wanted to do a trend where you mouth off to Vinnie and tell him to make you shut up; prompting him to grab your mouth and squish your cheeks roughly. The thing is, Vinnie didn't wanna be so rough with you. Cute. You did convince him though! And the end product not only had viewers frothing at the mouth, but you also found it really hot. The way your boyfriend's veiny, tattooed hand looked so rough as it griped your face; it was hot~

Boyfriend!Vinnie who got a little annoyed when you called Tom Holland hot when the two of you were watching Spiderman. As 'punishment' you were put into a gentle headlock and forced to lie on Vinnie's chest for the rest of the movie. Which let's be real, that's more of a reward. Your boyfriend chuckled to himself when he saw that you took a short video of his muscular arm squishing your face and posted it with the caption 'Bottom Jail 'cause I called Tom Holland hot...' Vinnie then spent half an hour pissing himself with laughter as he read the comments on that video; people screaming at the information of you being the bottom, and other people replying that it was fucking obvious...

Boyfriend!Vinnie who posts a video of picking you up and putting you on the kitchen counter just to see your reaction. What your boyfriend didn't expect was for you to be so ready for him; a smile making its way onto your lips as your wrap your legs around Vinnie's waist and your arms around his neck. You go in for the kiss and who's Vinnie to deny you? You were abruptly stopped when you started to subtly grind into your boyfriend. Vinnie quickly broke the kiss and chortled "Babe I'm recording-!" not wanting at least 500k people to see how good you could be to Vinnie~ Safe to say you scolded the man quite a bit (which he left in the video)

Boyfriend!Vinnie who watches lovingly as you film a cute Get Ready with Me in the bathroom, only to get a strong urge to get in the video once you're done. You didn't mind it at first, just focusing on recording. But when Vinnie hugs you from behind, starts kissing on your neck, smirks to the camera? You can't exactly ignore him. The straw that broke the camel's back was when a mischievous look took over his eyes and next thing you knew, your boyfriend was giving you fake backshots and then quickly leaving the frame. You rolled your eyes and ended the video; shouting at your boyfriend but laughing with him at the same time. You still posted the video though...

Boyfriend!Vinnie who's more than happy to show off his strength not only to the camera but to you when you ask him to do a trend using Sabrina Carpenter's 'Slim Pickins'. As the audio played 'A boy who's jacked n kind, can't find his ass to save my life', you faked looking around as Vinnie stood behind you. As soon as the lyric ended, Vinnie had lifted you up and placed you on just ONE of his shoulders; holding you in place by wrapping his arm around your thighs. Holy shit this man is truly jacked.

Boyfriend!Vinnie who has the cutest and funniest reaction to the 'my current boyfriend' trend. You had told Vinnie that you were doing a 'never have I ever', but when you started the video with "Me and my current boyfriend are doing a..." anything else you said went in one ear and out the other. You held in a laugh as you saw your boyfriend's funny, confused and shocked face on your screen. But you had to break character when Vinnie quickly shot back with "Me and my ex-boyfriend are doing a fuckin' whatever- what did you just say? 'Me n my current boyfriend'? I will punch you in the dick" That reaction made you break out into a cackle. You had to apologise profusely after that one~

Boyfriend!Vinnie who didn't expect people to even thirst over your eyes and his when the two of you did the eye trend. It was cute n all but god damn were those comments filled with compliments on things as miniscule are your eye shape! People were saying that you and Vinnie were 'meant to be together 'cause your eye shapes are complimentary'. Like WHAT?! You didn't mind the compliments and affirmation though~

Boyfriend!Vinnie who's fifty-fifty on all of the attention the two of you receive, but one thing's for sure. And that's that Vinnie fucking loves you, and he loves that he gets to show off that you're his to anyone willing to watch.

[jordiemeow]

pairing: riff lorton x uptown girl!reader

summary: riff has never pressured his pretty lil’ princess into having sex. he wants to make your first time real nice for you, special. but a man has needs… and you’re eager to satisfy them.

warnings: smut, m!receiving oral, inexperienced!reader, uhh sry i hate tagging general nsfw warning. giving riff head for the first time

This is how it usually goes. You in Riff's shitty little apartment every Tuesday night when your daddy is at the gentlemen's club; sometimes you clean together (because this place sucks), sometimes you sit and talk about your lives, or sometimes you just sit on his couch and shove your tongues down each other's throats.

Like now, for example.

Hands in his hair while he licks behind your teeth, the taste of your peachy lipgloss mixing with the gum he always chews in preparation of your arrival. He's particularly handsy today, with you perched on his lap and his fingers groping at your thighs under your dress. Maybe it’s the fact you’re wearing red, or the way you keep mindlessly grinding down against him, but he’s no saint.

It’s only natural that his cock is getting hard in his jeans. Restrained by the tight material, the friction of the denim each time you shift sends little jolts of pleasure up his spine. It’s not the first time you’ve given him an erection—no, far from it. But it’s the first time it’s felt this bad. Like he might just cream in his pants if you don’t ease up a little.

"C’mon, girly—" He starts, breaking away from your mouth. He has to fight back a laugh when you chase after his lips; for a virgin, you’re always just so eager to push things. Cute. "Gotta stop, m’kay?"

"What? Why?" You blink, a tiny little pout on your pretty lips. He can’t tell if you’re oblivious to his plight or the fabric of your dress just means you can’t feel the bulge in his jeans.

"‘Cause you’re gettin’ me a lil’ too, uh…" Riff jerks his head to the side, as if that’s a proper explanation. Most other girls would get his meaning, but you’re just so innocent with your little bewildered frown. He feels like he’s leading a damn lamb to the slaughter when he’s with you.

"Too worked up," he elaborates. He guides one of your hands from his hair to the space between you, placing your palm against his arousal. He has to suck in a breath and fight back the urge to grind up against your hand to relieve the tension when your fingers curl instinctively against it.

"Oh," you blink. You aren’t stupid—you know what that means. But it’s a little flattering that he’s sporting such a raging boner after just making out for fifteen minutes on his couch.

"Oh," he echoes in agreement. "So… m’gonna need you to stop."

Your mouth opens to protest—no doubt something like "but Riff, it's just kissing!"—but he's already easing you off his lap. Oh, how he wishes he could just kiss that pretty little pout back off your mouth again. He rises to his feet with you, giving your hip a playful little pat.

"You'll live. But I need a cold shower."

You tilt your head. "What—"

"Makes it go down," he explains.

... Ah. Your gaze flicks down to the bulge contained within the denim of his jeans.

"Weren't you complaining your water bill was too high?"

Sneaky little minx, you are. He has to give you credit for that one. One little shower won't make much of a difference, but he's definitely rubbing off on you with that line.

And you're looking to rub off on him. Literally.

"I'm sure I could try to... you know." Your cheeks heat up at the implication of your words, but your gaze is unwavering as you blink up at him. You look way too innocent for what you're offering.

"... Balls in your court, girly. Don't wanna pressure ya," he says. But that little quirk of his lips is enough to indicate that he very much wants you to relieve his little (big?) problem.

Riff's living room seems to hum with energy; it's not just the stifling heat of the summer New York air between you both anymore. Then you step forward, hands moving gingerly to the buckle of his jeans.

Riff feels his throat go a little dry at the movement, watching the way your fingers find his button, undoing it and slowly, oh so slowly sliding his zipper down. The sound of it feels obscenely loud in the quiet of his apartment. His fingers curl into fists by his sides, blunt nails digging crescents into the calloused flesh of his palms; he's unsure whether he wants to pry your hands away and tell you to stop, or yank the damn jeans down himself.

Both of your hearts are in your throats as you undress him. Pushing his jeans down past his hipbones, past the 'V' of his hips, revealing the taut muscle and trail of hair leading into his boxers. The denim falls to his ankles, and the remaining fabric surrounding his crotch does nothing to hide the aching arousal underneath.

"Fuck."

Oh, you hadn't even meant to say that out loud. But you've never seen a man down to his boxers before, never mind fully naked. Seeing the tent in his briefs is going straight to your head, and your tongue darts out to wet your lips nervously. But hearing that curse come from your mouth—because he can count on one hand the amount of times he's ever heard you swear—goes straight to his head, too. (Which one... well, he's not so sure.)

He's not going to pretend that you staring in such aware at his bulge isn't doing a lot for his ego. The only thing stopping him from making a "you like what you see, girly?" comment is the lump in his throat.

You hesitate for a moment to just take in the sight, before your hand moves forward. Tentatively placing it over his clothed cock, the sensation is foreign. You never expected it to feel so... firm, you suppose, as the warmth of pre-cum seeps through the fabric as you touch him. You aren't entirely sure what you're doing. Are you touching him for the sake of exploration or actually trying to pleasure him yet?

God, this is all new territory.

Riff thinks it's cute how you don't know what you're doing, though, and the way you're hesitantly palming him over his boxers is only really serving to make him harder. The little movements would be kind of pitiful if he wasn't so damn head-over-heels for you. But he's not complaining, not when he's got you touching his cock like that after months of lusting after you and satisfying those needs with his own hand in the dark of the night.

And he's definitely not about to make you feel stupid for being a little ignorant. He's a smarmy prick on a good day, but he's a little more tactful when it comes to you (... sometimes.) Besides, he's pretty sure you would burst into tears if he made a comment that wasn't lavished in praise for your efforts.

He reaches up to your shoulders and gently pushes, a silent request for you to fall to your knees. Which gives you a little pause, eyes flicking up to him, uncertain. On your knees? For what? But you oblige anyways, because you trust him, and soon your knees are pressing into his scratchy carpet.

The look in your eyes is so sweet, so innocent, almost a sense of trust, and it warms his heart seeing you down there on your knees. The battle between arousal and affection is a potent one right now.

"You sure you wanna keep going, girly?" he asks softly, and his hand comes up to lovingly caress your cheek, his thumb sweeping over your bottom lip.

"Yeah, of course," you say, with a jerky little nod of your head. The lip he's currently touching is drawn between your teeth with a shy little smile. "Just... not really sure what I'm supposed to do."

God, he loves when you’re all bashful like this, and the way your face looks in this moment is just so goddamn cute he’s about to combust. Or maybe cum in his boxers.

"It’s alright." He pushes the tip of his thumb against your bottom lip, just to watch you bite down on it. "I’m gonna show ya."

You’re just downright adorable, sitting there at his feet, looking up at him all sweet and eager to please, and it makes his chest swell up with warmth (and his cock swell with blood). He lets his hands slide away from your face, and reaches up to hook his thumbs in the elastic of his boxers, pushing them down over his hipbones.

The first thing that hits you is the scent. It’s musky, heady, thick in the air and emphasised even more by the heat. The second thing is, of course, the size. You can only hope the expression of awe on your face isn’t too obvious. But Riff has never been one to be shy with his body, and he’s not about to start being modest now, not when the look on your face right now has him feeling that damn cocky.

He gives you a little moment to just sit there and look at it, before he speaks.

"See that?" He says, and there’s something almost lazy to his drawl; it's safe to say he’s enjoying the experience of having you look at him like this for the first time. "See how it’s all nice and hard because of you, sweetheart?"

You just nod, hands flexing when they're sitting in your lap atop your red skirt. You really have no idea what you're supposed to be doing right now, carpet digging into your knees, wide eyes fixated on his length. But you trust him... somewhat.

Riff can see your uncertainty coming through in the way you look at him, in the way your hands are just sitting there like you’re too nervous to do anything about it. So he gently takes one of your hands from your lap, and guides it up to his cock, just to let you touch it with your fingertips. And Jesus, even that first bit of contact is just electric. Your fingers are so damn soft on him, nothing like the working girls he's ever been with.

It almost feels wrong, having a pampered little princess commit such a filthy act on him with your unblemished hand.

"Yeah, like that, like that," he murmurs, as he guides your hand, letting you wrap your smooth fingers around the base of his cock. You're still a little hesitant, but you allow him to hold you in place there, just feeling the way it throbs beneath your touch.

"It’s not gonna break, you know," he tells you, a lopsided smirk quirking at his lips at how delicately you're handling it. He gives a little squeeze of his fingers around your hand for emphasis. "You can keep goin’."

You do your best to take notes on how he guides your fingers. It's different than playing with yourself, that's for sure, but that probably comes down to the anatomy difference. He seems to be enjoying himself, though, if the way his breath seems to quicken is any indication. Your eyes flick back up to his face, with another sheepish smile.

"... Yeah. Yeah, okay," you say, your voice a little quiet as you grow used to the feeling. You begin to pump your hand up and down experimentally under his guidance, watching the way the veins on the underside of his cock seem to pulse with the movement. It's fascinating, in a weird way.

You have to fight back the urge to make a comment about them, because you know he'll laugh at you for it. "Jesus, girly, you're jerkin' me off 'n' givin' yourself a biology lesson at the same time?" Yeah, just the thought makes you smile, and your motions grow a little more confident.

"Yeah, just like that," he murmurs, his breaths coming out in soft, uneven grunts with each stroke of your hand. "Nice and—Jesus—slow, nice an’ easy—"

It’s a little clumsy and awkward, but it’s already better than any handjob he’s ever gotten before. Sure, your pace is still a little off, and your movements are a little jerky and unsure, but you’ve got a really good grip on him, and the way you feel wrapped around him is something fuckin' else. He can only imagine how good it’s gonna feel to have you wrapped around him in other ways.

He's getting a real kick out of being your first, that's for sure. Something about corrupting a sweet little daddy's girl into jerking him off in his messy apartment, dolled up all pretty just for him. He almost climaxes at the mere idea of it all.

"Slow down, slow down a little bit—" There's a little hitch in his breath that betrays just how much it's all getting to him. How just a few firm jerks of your hand and his imagination are threatening to release months of pent-up arousal.

Slow? You're not sure whether that's because it's too much in a bad way or a good way. But you can't bring yourself to ask (because you're already nervous enough), slowing down the pace of your hand to stroke him a little slower. But if the amount of pre-cum leaking out of his tip to make the motions slicker and slicker with each stroke is any indication, you're doing okay.

He lets out a moan of approval when you slow down. "Yeah, like that," he says again, managing to sound somewhat even despite the almost-whimper that had left him just a minute ago. "Need ya to do somethin' else for me, m'kay?"

"Yeah. Yeah, okay," you agree breathily as your eyes shift from his throbbing cock to his face.

"Keep goin'," he instructs gruffly. "But I need you to—ah—need you to open your mouth for me."

Open your mouth? Okay, that doesn't make any sense to you. Your friends recounting losing their virginity to upperclassmen did not prepare you for all the foreplay. But you oblige, lips parting obediently as you look up at him, still pumping your hand slowly up and down his length.

"Atta girl," Riff croons. And oh, he almost loses it right then and there at the sight of you. All pretty and wanting, just for him.

He holds it together just enough to gently rub a thumb across your bottom lip, tugging it down gently. "Mhm, jus' a little wider for me. You're gonna put my cock between your lips 'n' then suck it for me."

Oh, okay. Now that makes a little more sense, even if you do seem caught off guard for a moment... because, what? Is this really a common practice? It seems so filthy. He's lucky you love him enough to actually try it. Your hand keeps moving dutifully at the base of his cock as you lean forward just to take the tip in past your lips. The heady scent is so much stronger up close, and you can taste something... salty? on your tongue. Weird.

It's a miracle Riff manages to keep himself still. His hands move to brush your hair out of your face, gripping it in a loose fist to keep himself occupied. It takes a lot of self-control (which he has very little of in the first place) not to push your head down a little further. No, no, he reminds himself. Easy does it for his princess' first time. But god, if seeing your mouth stretch around him as you gingerly take it in a little deeper isn't enough to test a man's patience...

"Mhm, watch your teeth. That's it," he coaxes. "You can move your hand faster again 'n' just—yeahhh—that's good, baby."

You're taking all of his vaguely moaned instructions in your stride. Stroking the parts you can't take into your mouth with your hand, using your tongue (he really seems to like the attention to his slit), moaning around the intrusion in your mouth... Yeah, he should have had you try this out ages ago. Didn't know you'd be so fuckin' eager to please.

At one point, you take it a little too deep for someone of your experience, or lack thereof. You pull your head back following the trigger of your gag reflex, the hand on his cock stilling as you cough into your other fist. He's too aroused to feel guilty about how pretty he thinks you look when your eyes start to water, lips slick with saliva.

"Sorry," you manage to choke out. Too damn sweet.

This is the party where he's supposed to reassure you, right? He can do that. He's capable of being decent. You're not some quick lay he picked up on the streets, after all—you're his girl. "Hey, s'alright. You're doin' jus' fine for me." He can tell you're feeling a little self-conscious by the way your eyes don't quite meet his, and your grip has gone completely slack around his length. "Just need to remember it ain't supposed to go that deep, alright? We'll work on that another time."

Yeah, you bet he's already planning on easing up that gag reflex of yours. The thought of doing this again (and taking it deeper) is enough to make you feel a little nervous... and yet your thighs are clenching in anticipation. Riff doesn't bother hiding his smirk when he picks up on that little motion. Duly noted.

"C'mon. Keep goin' for me. You can do it. Wanna make me feel good, don't ya?"

Another jerky little nod of your head in reply. "Mhm," you confirm, a little too eagerly for a girl who was gagging and regretting doing this in the first place just thirty seconds ago. You take a few deep breaths, and then you're taking him back into the warmth of your mouth.

You're definitely getting the hang of it now. A few more mishaps occur where you gag and pull off, but Riff just laughs and encourages your head back onto his cock. "Watch yourself," he teases, only to break off into a low groan when the heat envelops him again and your hand squeezes around his cock.

You've mastered being able to breathe through your nose without having to pull back for a gulp of air. Progress is progress, right? Still a little too much teeth, but if Riff is being honest with himself... he kind of enjoys it. Doesn't stop him from being a little condescending about it; you're too busy trying to take him deeper to really listen, though.

It doesn't take that much longer until his hand is tightening its grip around your hair and he's gritting out, "m'gettin' real close, girly."

Close... to his release, you assume. That's enough of an indication for you to redouble your efforts to push him there.

Despite the fact he's a panting mess, he smirks down at you. "Y'gonna swallow for me, huh?"

Wait, what? Swallow? Oh, surely that's just a joke. He can't actually expect you to—

Before you can even finish that train of thought, your mouth is being filled with more of that warm, salty taste you've been getting traces of over the last ten minutes. Your nose scrunches up distastefully, and any attempts to jerk your head back are stilled by his hand in your hair. Yeah, okay, a little bit of a dick move... but he's been on his best behaviour this entire time.

Give him a lil' leeway, okay?

"Hnghh, jus' like that, yeah— take it all f'me, that's right— that's a good girl— ungh—"

The hand on his cock moves to join your other one on his hips, curling into the skin there enough to bite into it. You can feel your eyes tearing up; it's not entirely unpleasant, just very unfamiliar, and it takes a lot to try and stay still until his climax has passed and there's nothing left to swallow.

He finally loosens his grip in your hair, and you're able to pull back with another series of coughs. Riff doesn't look remorseful in the slightest, but he does have the decency to wipe the drool from your chin. You give him the dopiest little smile from your place on the floor. Pretty girl.

"Real fuckin' proud of yourself, ain'tcha?" He laughs.

"Shouldn't I be? I mean, that was good, right?" You ask breathlessly. Your eyes are a little wet, but you're mostly unscathed, save for your wet chin and slightly hoarse voice.

He helps you to your feet with a crooked smile. "Don't go gettin' too cocky on me now, ya hear me?"

You give him a sheepish little smile, pushing yourself up on your toes to kiss him. Which, of course, he dodges, and your lips end up planted against his cheek. He has no intentions of tasting his own cum, thank you very much.

You don't seem very bothered by it, though; you're still feeling too over the moon about actually not making a total embarrassment to take much notice about where your lips are landing. At least he plants a kiss on your forehead before he shimmies his jeans back up. What a gentleman.

"Bet your daddy doesn't think you're out suckin' cock while he's at the gentlemen's club, eh?"

... Okay. Moment ruined.