#dr. cackle

[alchemypanda]

Noah Wyle as Dr Michael Robinavitch in The Pitt 01x02 8:00 AM

[superhoeva]

I know you like Patrick Ball chest hair so I apologize for this. But coming home to shift and finding out Frank waxed his chest hair because he lost a fantasy football bet with his college mates

i love love love this sm. and i'd be so mad at him lmao. tw(s) include language, smut, oral sex (f receiving), reader being mad a frank, bare chested!frank langdon, the frank(ie) EFFECT

It’s been an hour, and you haven’t said one word. Not when you came home, feet dragging, and stopped to blink in the doorway at Frank’s guilty face and red-flushed chest. Not when you dodged his kiss to slap down your bag onto the counter to grab the aloe vera gel. Not when you ignore his hisses at the chill of the otherwise soothing paste and rub it into him with a look on your face he can’t solve.

He watches you carefully. Biting his lip and doing his best not to make any certain movements.

“Babe, he boys would’ve booted me outta the group if I had backed out–”

You interrupt Frank with a cut of your eyes to his, and his mouth snaps shut. The hushing of the burn across his chest would’ve been a positive development if the rest of him wasn’t overly warm with an uncomfortable uneasiness.

It takes the man a hard forty-seven more minutes to finally get you to say something���well, moan something–and the sound is music to his fucking hears.

Another win brought to you by the Frankie Effect…

“Right th–fuck–there, yeah,” you pant, thighs trembling from the last peak that has just washed over you, along with the other that has already started to rear its head.

The man is relentless. Desperate even, which he doesn’t bother denying. Removing his chest hair was more than a mistake, and not just because of how loud he groaned when he ripped the wax strips from his now bare pecs. All of the stinging and burning will forever be inferior to the way your face frowned and eyebrows pinched in a mourning annoyance.

His tongue stays right where it is–a little to the right and devouring you with a mind of its own. You taste like nectar and it’s got him rock hard as he humps himself against the bed sheets.

Did he deserve to leak out the load he did a few minutes ago? No, but–as it always does when you’re around–his mind lost the battle to the intoxicated haze you fill his body with.

He came for you, hard, and was just barely able to cover the incriminating, pitiful groans by burying his face into your hole and lapping until you had to yank his head away so you could take a second to breathe. The wet patch sitting right under his slick, shining cock and thrumming balls will rat on him later for it, though hopefully you’ll accept his next apology in the form of fucking you into the mattress while he sucks the spit from your mouth. 

Eating you, Frank is more enthusiastic than usual, and that’s saying a lot. It’s also flicking his tongue at a stunning rate and aching his jaw with a pleasant burn. Somehow, the taste of you is a better medicine than the aloe and he’s completely high on your slick. He’s working you so well, drenching the bottom third of his face with you, that his lips start to swell. They pucker and suck straight on your clit, pink and shining thanks to the vigor of his desires.

“You forgive me yet?” He questions with a slurping haul of his tongue. A pair of eyes glance up in awe at where you’re arching your chest into the air and he plants a hand on your stomach just so he can feel your skin. “I swear, I’ll eat you for a thousand lifetimes if you stop being mad at me. I will literally die down here a happy, happy man… I just want you to forgive me, okay? I won’t do it ever again. Swear.”

The answer you wail out to his pleas is but a slurred sound of nothing, and Frank huffs a laugh through his nose, making sure to not float too far from you when he speaks again.

“Sorry, could you repeat that for me, please?”

Frank digs the tip of his tongue into your slit before dragging upwards to pull louder whine from you, and his eyes roll as he growls against you.

“Yes, Frankie, fine. Fine, ju-just please keep going,” you beg, your aggravation over his bare chest dissolving away with every skillful swirl of his head. “Make me come again, wanna come again… you owe me.”

Yes. He does.

Mouth securing in its place, Frank starts a steady churn around your clit with the top of his tongue, mixing the effort with rough sucks. Your legs shift and hug him closer by his shoulders, the man’s steady grip the only thing keeping you from clenching the limbs shut at the overwhelming uproar of heat gathering so fast that your eyes water.

Frankie’s breathing is loud. Panting, reckless blows of hot air exhale from his nose as little groans are tugged from his throat, and he feels light with bliss. He’s gonna give you exactly what you want–another orgasm, then another after that. Whatever the fuck it takes to keep you distracted until the hair returns to his chest and that thinly-veiled mortified look finally seeps from your stare…

© 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐡𝐨𝐞𝐯𝐚

[raptor-claw]

you’re laughing. house tried to kill chase by sending him into anaphylactic shock through a stripper’s strawberry body butter and you’re laughing.

[causalityparadoxes]

POV you are in Venice, 2063, and watch the Fourteenth Doctor get sucked into a whirlpool and fuckin die:

[livelovecaliforniadreams]

1x9 | 2x1

[my-dear-ceramic-frogs]

Incorporating ballet 🦀

[afkphorabit]

if you ask me, a man's worst experience isn't the most racking pangs, the grinding in the bones, the deadly nausea, the horror of the spirit that cannot be exceeded at the hour or birth or death, the knowledge he is tenfold more wicked that braces and delights him like wine. it's looking at your hands and realizing you're 5 foot tall

[papertowness]

this template came into my head at one in the morning anf i literally could not sleep until i found it and created my vision

[flateric420]

some days i feel like this

[televoiided]

this stupid doctor has been growing on me lately.. and so has clefkraki 💔💔💔

[blamemma]

daniel ricciardo learning how to make coffee at the enchante pop up new york | 13.12.24. | 📸 m_beaty

[reyislikesotired]

i think i only want to see a rottmnt x sonic (live action) crossover because i would love to see donnie and robotnik meeting each other.

they would love to hate each other, is how at least i think it would go.

like i just imagine them seeing each other and their fight or flight instincts kicking it, and its immediately fight, but with knowledge.

"what's the 99th digit of pi?!"

"longest word in the dictionary?!"

"this is my FULLY SENTIENT robot ai son, shelldon"

"THESE are my beautiful egg babies"

"i have combined mysticism and science!"

"i have 5 phds and fluent in several languages!"

then they also meet up later for coffee (made by agent stone and michelangelo respectively) and actually compare notes like colleagues, but as soon as the coffee is done and they leave, they go back to hating each other

[starcurtain]

I would pay such good money for confirmation of whether Ratio and Aventurine have worked together before Penacony. How did it happen??? The talks that went on before Final Victor... The initial spark of inspiration to stick Those Two Guys together...

Like, I just have to know if someone in the IPC deliberately tossed Aventurine and Ratio on to a team together (with or without good intentions). Are any of the higher ups in the IPC or the Intelligentsia Guild out there counting on this partnership working out for the best?

To be a fly on the wall when Ratio found out who he'd been hired to "consult" with...

And Aventurine, getting the IPC mission orders across his desk like "Ah, yes, finally. He's here. My Government Assigned Boyfriend™."

[dailytraingirl]

i am starting a religion based on this.

does this mean that guilty as sin? is written about house and wilson

[livelovecaliforniadreams]

[trust-the-therapy]

"If I give you backshots whilst calling you slurs will you tell them these supposed allegations are fake!?"

NOT @p3rry-platypus

//YOU MADE ME SEND THIS AS CLYDE SO YOU WOULD ACTUALLY ANSWER IT THIS IS YOUR FAULT//

”Come to my office and we will… discuss this further.”