#link neal is too fucking cute

[casperghosty]

I want everyone to know that it was Rhett's idea to have Link's leg around his waist

" This is how friends ride horses. One friend is on the horse the other friend on the friend" -R

[unhinged-nymph]

I can't stop thinking about how absolutely precious this is

[apparentlynotreallyfinnish]

The Wager

For @soho-x whose addition on THIS post inspired me.

“And you can’t do that thumb thing,” Link said as he shuffled his desk chair closer to Rhett’s, sliding his legs between Rhett’s. 

“What? No, that’s not a rule! Of course, I can do that. Anything I do with my hand is fair game,” Rhett replied with a sly grin that told Link Rhett had definitely planned on using the thumb thing.

“Come on, dude! You know I’ll bust in seconds if you--”

“Your lack of self-control is not my problem,” Rhett said with a faux air of superiority. Link scowled at him and spat on his palm before reaching for Rhett’s cock that lay already invitingly plump on his bare thigh. For a moment, Rhett’s gaze went unfocused and his pupils dilated, but he shook himself out of the haze before Link could touch him.

“Hey, hey!” he yelped, pulling away. “No headstarts!” 

“I’ll gladly give you head instead of this ridiculous--” Link muttered as Rhett lubed up his own palm and shifted back towards Link.

“Hush, you already agreed. Okay, on a count of three. And remember, you can’t look away.”

“Yeah, yeah. And whoever comes first has to use the new remote-controlled vibrating plug for the whole day and the winner has full control of the remote,” Link continued, mimicking Rhett’s voice from earlier when their usual foreplay of playful bickering had turned into this silly bet.

“Exactly. Ooooh, I can’t wait to see you squirm with it,” Rhett said with a cocky smile that Link hated. Unfortunately, it also made his balls draw up and his cock twitch from pure lust, but that was something he would never confess to Rhett.

“Okay, you ready? One... two…  three!”

With impressive synchronicity, they grabbed each other’s cocks and started jerking. Rhett’s hand around Link’s semi-hard cock felt even bigger than usual and he had to swallow down a desperate whimper. 

“Like that, don’t you, Neal?” Rhett taunted, his moss-green eyes dancing with mirth. Link shook his head and tried to take a deep breath without showing how affected he already was.

“It’s okay,” he lied, making Rhett laugh. Link stared at him, determined to do his damndest to win the wager.

“Oh, it’s okay, is it? I bet it is. I bet you’re thinking about how nice and big my hand is.”

Link let out a huff of frustration and shook his head again. Rhett knew him too well. He was also dangerously good with that big hand. Link’s cock was already impossibly hard and weeping in Rhett’s grip. Link tried to shift his concentration from the tight slippery tunnel his cock was slipping inside to the little lines in the corner of Rhett's eyes. Laugh lines. Link’s stomach flushed with warmth. How many of those were because of him? Most, probably. He loved making Rhett laugh. Before they’d started fooling around it had been his favorite thing to do to Rhett. Nowadays his favorite thing included a bottle of lube and a cute little pillow he used to prop Rhett’s ass up for a proper fucking. He still loved to make Rhett laugh, though.

“I’m gonna win this, baby, I think you know that,” Rhett said with a low voice. 

“You just keep talking,” Link gritted out, his jaw tight from concentration. “ While you jabber I’m gonna get you off.”

“Oh, sweetheart. We both know how much I love your mouth… And your nice, long cock. But when it comes to handies, I am the king,” Rhett said and then--of course--he did the thumb thing. Link let out an involuntary, shuddering gasp that made Rhett grin so wide he looked like a hungry lion. A sexy, hungry lion, Link couldn’t help but think.

“Fuck,” Link panted as Rhett’s thumb expertly circled over his frenulum with each pump of his fist. It was impossible not to moan when he did that. He would lose this bet in minutes. 

As another groan of pleasure rumbled from his chest, a burst of precum slicked Link’s fingers and suddenly, it occurred to him that he still had one ace in his sleeve he could use to try and win this game. Rhett loved when he was vocal.

Without shifting his gaze from Rhett’s face, Link let himself go. He no longer tried to resist the urge to moan and pant and whine. Rhett’s smile faltered a bit and Link could feel his stomach tightening against the back of Link’s fingers.

“What are you--?” Rhett started. Link interrupted him with a throaty whimper and followed that with a keening sound that made Rhett curse under his breath. He was dangerously close himself and as a final attempt, Link started to tilt his hips, purposefully fucking himself into Rhett’s fist. 

“Oh, god. Feels so good, daddy,” Link whispered between thrusts. “Don’t stop. Oh, please, don’t stop.”

Rhett’s whole body shuddered and Link watched in awe as a string of pearlescent white coated first Rhett’s beard, then his chest. 

“Oh fuck,” Rhett growled, closing his eyes as the orgasms made him shake and shiver. Link barely had time to let out a victorious whoop when he was coming too, coming all over Rhett’s trembling fingers.

“Jesus fucking Christ, Neal,” Rhett murmured, peeking at him from under his eyelashes. “That was illegal.”

Link smiled and bent down to lick a droplet of come from Rhett’s chest. “Daddy, huh?” he asked with a smirk after licking his lips for good measure. Rhett’s cheeks flushed. 

“Oh, don’t feel bad,” Link hurried to say “We can definitely work with that… Oh, we’re gonna have such a fun day at work tomorrow. And if you’re a good boy, I’ll even let you fuck me at the end of the day... daddy.”

Rhett shuddered again and Link felt his cock twitch in his grip.

“I guess, I am a bit competitive when the prize is right,” he said, smiling pleasantly, before pulling Rhett into a deep kiss.

[chrisevansgoodgirl]

i've heard allegations 'bout your reputation, i'll show you my shadows if you show yours

summary: requested (like a year ago, sorry!)  Reader and Andy getting in a legitimate fight or maybe flirting in front of him with one of his colleagues to get under his skin because he hasn’t touched her in weeks from being so busy jealous Andy would be so dominant I’m weak i took some liberties and set it at the christmas eve party at andy’s office.

warnings: andrew barber being r o u g h  😩 😩 😩 and jealous 😩  and mean bc i just so deeply want this man to yell at me and pull my hair bc he’s an angry daddy, however, he is not called daddy in this story bc i don’t do it unless you guys ask me to. so smut, and he’s in charge and i’m dead about it. more videos being made bc apparently that’s on my mind.

word count: around 7,500

pairing: andy barber x reader

a/n: i hate that it took me so long to post this but here i am, almost a month late with a christmas eve party story. i have very little shame tbh.

You were not unreasonable, no matter what Andy claimed. You could always admit what was your fault—which was about 80% of all disagreements—but Andy had his faults, too. Tonight? Well, you weren’t innocent…but you were not the only one to blame.

This was the third Christmas party he had taken you to. The first year had not completely been his doing. Lynn had been bothering him about it and he would have gotten away with pretending it just wasn’t possible had Lynn not run into you at the coffee shop near Andy’s house.

You had been accustomed to Andy by then. He didn’t put distance between you two because he wanted to, he just simply wasn’t the best at getting close. You practically forced him into sometimes, and it had never gone wrong, so he trusted you. A lot.

You weren’t sure you were going to be able to say that much longer. You had your moments, those situations where you pushed him just a little too far. Not so far that he was angry about it, but far enough that you ended up with a sore ass and maybe a few finger-shaped bruises on your skin.

As if that was an incentive to stop?

Lately, things had been…off. Andy was working on a big case, one that he had just finished the day before. You expected that he was going to come home and make up for not having touched you in 17 days. Yet, that didn’t happen.

You weren’t trying to complain too much. The “honeymoon phase” was something that could not be applied to your relationship because you were as happy as any other day, you loved him more and more as time went on, and you guys always had sex. Always.

But there were the cases that sometimes threw a slight pause in that. That was fine, you understood and it wasn’t like you were with Andy for sex. You loved that man so fucking much, you could deal with some neglect for a little bit. Emphasis on a little bit.

17 days with no immediate plans to remedy it was crossing a line. So, on the 18th night, the night of his office Christmas party, after he merely kissed your head, told you that you looked beautiful, and didn’t fuck you in your tiny, sparkly dress, you also wanted to cross a line. A specific line because it was hard to get a reaction out of him any other way.

Andrew Barber was a jealous man. It was something you never played with because he was jealous. He wasn’t some immature idiot who was going to cause a scene, but he would interrogate you about people he felt were “suspicious”.

On your way to the party, he had wanted to catch up. He felt like this was the first time he was able to breathe since he was put on the case, and he had noticed some distance between you two. You told him about the very basic parts of your day—work, friends, family.

When he placed his hand on your thigh, you had to wonder if this was a game. Why hadn’t he fucked you? Was he trying to make you beg? That was something Andy thoroughly enjoyed, and you trusted him so much that you rarely ever knew when he was doing it. If you stopped to think about it, you would probably find a few times he’d managed to get away with it.

He let you hold his hand and to avoid having to pull away from you, he told you when to move the gear shift. It was cute, too cute for how long you two had been together, but Andy seemed willing to indulge you. He always did when he could.

But as soon as he got to the party, there was more work talk and he had basically pawned you off on Lynn. She was thrilled, of course, she rarely had time for friendships, but she valued Andy, and because of that, she loved you almost as much as he did.

It had been two hours by the time you were completely fed up. Lynn had decided she was about to head out, so she was making her rounds, and that meant that you were stuck with the other partners. Men, women, they were all talking about how great their lawyers had been lately.

Yet, reminder, you hadn’t been fucked in nearly 18 days. You weren’t going to sit around and listen to that for the whole night, you innocently decided to wander a bit. Andy was talking about his case and seemed almost oblivious to your presence. Why did he even bring you? He was the one that reminded you about it, you probably wouldn’t have realized it had gone by until well into next year since work was so hectic.

Regardless, without an answer, you were left to entertain yourself. What else were you supposed to do? Just sit around all night and not speak to anyone? Andy was a complicated man and he had only a handful of people at the job that he liked, but fewer people that he disliked. Most people, he felt indifferent about, and those were the pawns for your current game.

You flit all around the party, laughing, talking to everyone, and though you saw him seeking out your whereabouts every now and then, there was no reaction at all. He didn’t care that some of these sleazy men were staring at your cleavage or your legs—two things he should have done earlier but did not.

By the time you’d nearly spoken to everyone, you felt…possessed, there was no better way to describe it. You were mad and confused and tired, and till the day you died, you would swear on everything you held sacred, the following was not part of your plan. You simply had no other choice than to go along with it when it practically fell in your lap.

Andy hadn’t noticed your best attempts but as soon as Neal was standing in front of you, he was watching. You had not and would not have gone to Neal, it was the other way around. He was possibly picking up on all your sadness and desperation, he was probably able to spot attention-seeking from a mile away since he pulled those kinds of stunts regularly.

Andy was finally paying attention to you and that was why you didn’t walk away. Your boyfriend could deny it all he wanted, but you saw something in his eyes. There was that anger, of course, but there was also that dark gleam. The one that he had when he liked to lay you out under him and remind you who you belong to.

That was all you wanted, that was the only reasoning behind your actions. You didn’t think you’d done anything wrong, not until you laughed at something Neal said and he laughed back, and then he touched your shoulder.

And that was when you knew things had gone too far. You crossed a line, and you should have known better than even trying to use Neal. Because he envied Andy to no end, understandably. Why wouldn’t he try to flirt with you? No one got Andy as angry as Neal, and you should have just put your ego aside and spoken to your boyfriend.

But that window had closed and your time for being a mature, communicating adult was over. You quickly broke away from Neal after that and Andy took only seconds before he was dragging your ass out of that party and to the car.

You weren’t sure what to do. Pretend you didn’t know what the big deal was? Maybe just start blurting out apologies. He opened the car door for you, ushered you in, and then got into the driver’s seat in complete silence.

Andy had been mad at you before, but he had never been so angry he wouldn’t look at you or speak to you. He was gripping the steering wheel so tight that his knuckles were white. His jaw set, brow furrowed, shoulders tense—he stayed that way the entire drive.

Andy wasn’t like this, he usually always had his temper in control. You were worried because you were one of the few people Andy sincerely trusted. It would devastate you if this gave him pause.

When he stopped the car, it became uncomfortably silent. It had taken you almost a minute to decide where you wanted to take this. “Andy, I’m—”

“Don’t apologize.”

“But I am s—”

“Get upstairs, take your dress off, and wait for me on the bed.”

Shit. You fumbled with the handle for a moment, scurrying inside and up the stairs. This was everything that you had wanted, wasn’t it? Then why the fuck were you nervous? Why were you shaking? Why did the idea of a black hole appearing and swallowing you sound so appealing?

You took off your dress and hung it back in your closet. You’d only been in it for a few hours, that didn’t warrant an actual wash. Shakily, you made your way back to the bed and sat there. What about your bra and panties? He hadn’t said. Your shoes? Fuck, what were you supposed to do?

Andy walked in and flipped on the light.

Idiot, why hadn’t you done that?

He made his way to the dresser off to the side of the bedroom, he removed his jacket first, then his cuff links and his tie. He started rolling up his sleeves and you had to look away.

You turned down to your lap. “You didn’t tell me if you wanted me to keep anything else on.”

“I also didn’t tell you that you could speak,” he asserted.

Your stomach dropped, the mere thought of not following his directions was unsettling. When Andy got like this, you wanted to do what he told you to. You wanted him to think you were his good girl. Any time you failed at absolute perfection, you didn’t take it well.

You didn’t know if you should apologize or remain silent. You were wringing your hands, something you became aware of only when he made his way in front of you and placed his hands over yours. You startled slightly, looking up at him.

He grabbed your chin with his thumb and forefinger, keeping your head tilted back. “Are you nervous?”

“I don’t know,” you muttered. You didn’t want him to feel bad because you were feeling some type of way. You also didn’t want to think this had anything to do with him. He’d never given you reason to be nervous.

“Are you scared?”

“Kind of.”

“Why?”

“I don’t want to disappoint you.”

He leaned down, face directly in front of yours. “Before we start, I need you to understand that you’ve never disappointed me. Okay?”

You nodded. “Okay.” That didn’t really help as much as he probably thought it would. Even if you hadn’t disappointed him, there was always the chance that you would. And you weren’t sure he was being completely honest anyway. Neal? What the fuck was wrong with you?

“You don’t need to be nervous or scared, just be completely honest with me.”

“Of course.” You would never lie to him.

“Who do you belong to?”

Your answer was immediate, you didn’t even need to think about it. Recalling life before you met Andy was a bit blurry. Who had you been? Where? What had you wanted? “You.”

“So,” he ran his thumb over your bottom lip, “this mouth…”

“Is yours,” you confirmed.

He hummed, fingers trailing from your face all the way down, between your breasts, over your stomach, stopping at the band of your panties. He paused, noting the shakiness in your breath, the goosebumps on your skin, your hands that were gripping the sheets.

Abruptly, his hand dropped to where you had been expecting it to. Your breath hitched and your hips jumped off the bed, desperate for his touch.

He made a small noise of disapproval and you hurriedly settled back down on the bed. “This pussy? Is that mine, too?”

You nodded. “Yes.”

He pulled your panties off to the side and his fingers ran up your wet skin at an agonizing pace. He brought them up to his lips and his tongue slipped out to taste you. He smiled because you had managed to stay almost completely still, apart from a bit of squirming. “You’re such a good girl, baby. You know that’s one of my favorite things about you, how good you are for me.”

That gave you these awful butterflies and you felt hot everywhere. That was all you ever needed to hear. His hand returned to your center and his first finger slid into you. You looked down to see but he grabbed your jaw again and turned you back up.

“Keep watching me, baby.”

He liked to test you, you knew that. He would give you an order and try to make you disobey him. This time, when his hand fell away from your face, you forced yourself to keep your head tilted. You ignored that burning part of you that wanted to see his fingers pushing in and pulling out, covered in what was dripping from your pussy.

You focused on just feeling. One thick finger was slowly working you open for him, he always stretched you out as much as he could meaning you had to be prepared for some teasing. He prioritized this because he was big and he knew it—and you had been smitten enough before he fucked you, but after, there wasn’t a second of the day your body didn’t crave Andy’s.

Despite how rough Andy could be with you, and how generally tough he was, he liked to baby you. Sometimes, he liked treating you as delicately as one would a bouquet of flowers. He could see a lot of comparisons if he really thought about it. You were beautiful, soft, and smelled so sweet. And if he didn’t pay attention to you, well, he’d been reminded of those consequences at the party.

You kept your eyes on his the entire time. You didn’t falter when he added his second finger, nor when he curled his fingers against that spot inside you, nor when his thumb pressed down firmly on your clit.

He pressed one hand down on your shoulder, a cue to lie back. After you had obliged, he pulled his fingers out of you and told you to open your mouth. You instantly did so, closing around his fingers as soon as they were in your reach.

He pressed his fingers down and kept going until your body jerked and the noise of you gagging echoed in the room. “I wanna see those beautiful lips wrapped around my cock, baby girl.”

You eagerly sat up, still sucking on his fingers as you pulled his belt apart, yanked the button of his pants open, and tore down the zipper. Glancing up at him to look for any signs that you didn’t have his permission to proceed, you pushed his pants and boxers down cautiously until his cock was out.

He pulled his fingers from your mouth and nodded. “Go ahead, baby.”

You moved back on the bed and situated yourself onto your stomach, propping up on your elbows. One hand wrapped around his hard length and you let the tip of your tongue come out to catch the precum dripping from his tip.

He released a shaky breath, hands at his sides because he wanted you running the show. For a while, a least. He didn’t want to guide you, he wanted to see how exactly you were going to make up for your slight misstep at the party.

You ran your tongue up his shaft lightly, feigning that whole soft act that you knew he loved. It wasn’t so much an act, but you had been bent over his desk, hair pulled, ass spanked, both holes thoroughly used. But you liked soft, too. You liked slow and gentle mornings, whispered words, careful touching. You liked whatever he wanted to give you.

You closed your lips around just the head of his cock and sucked. Unlike all other men you had been with, Andy was as patient as a saint. He loved when you teased him. Once, he had you edge him with your mouth for nearly an hour and thinking about how he fucked you after still made your toes curl.

His eyes closed and he sighed. “Fuck, baby.” His hand lightly settled on the back of your head. “So good, I could fuck your mouth for the rest of my life.” He didn’t push you down, he just ran his hand through your hair over and over because he knew how much you liked him to play with your hair.

But then his hold tightened and he pulled you off, much to your dismay. He noted your pout and pleading eyes but was kind enough not to taunt you about them. “Get on your back, sweetheart.”

You knew what he wanted as soon as he stepped away. You quickly climbed up toward the edge of the bed and rolled over, bending your neck over the mattress. You automatically opened your mouth for him, but he placed his hands on your shoulders first.

“Relax.” He leaned over and ran his hands along your arms, setting them on the mattress. He pressed your thighs down, waiting until you had lost all the tension in your body. He curled his hand around his length and stroked several times with a loose hand and a slow pace.

You watched in utter fascination. It never failed to get you wet when Andy showed so much control, over himself, over you. He was in charge of every little thing and you could tell that he got off on that. Every time he reached the head of his cock, he would press down so slightly, so close to your lips but just not enough.

“Andy,” you whispered. “Please.”

He smirked again. “Open your mouth for me.” And as soon as you did, he was slowly sliding in. He was slow at first, keeping his hips still as he slipped the straps of your bralette past your shoulders. He rolled the remaining material down until your breasts were exposed and squeezed them in his hands.

You pressed your thighs together, arching up into his hands more. You tried to relax your throat for him, knowing he was only stopping to give you a moment to prepare.

He pinched your nipples painfully and didn’t stop until you whined. He loved feeling you make that sound when his cock was down your throat, and the deep breaths as the pain faded away. Again, he tortured your nipples between his thumb and forefinger, yanked a little, until you were squirming all around the bed, making these noises around him that he rarely ever heard, your eyes filled with tears.

He leaned over quickly, releasing your breasts so he could give them both a brief kiss. You closed your eyes, humming in satisfaction. He took his time sinking his teeth into your sore, erect nipples and you squealed both times, back arching again. His tongue rolled over your stinging skin and you tilted your head eagerly, attempting to take more of him.

Sometimes, it was enough to get him naturally high, how much power he had over you, your body. He could hurt you and you would thank him; he could turn around and give you just a second of gentleness and you looked at him like you’d never loved anyone as much as you loved him. You claimed that, quite often. Andy wasn’t sure if he believed that, not because he didn’t trust you but because he wasn’t wired to think of himself as special in any way. Why you treated him like he was, was confusing to him at times.

But you were special, so fucking special. You were smart and funny, and so kind to every single person you encountered. It was a nice change from the environment he regularly found himself in. That was what you were supposed to be—a breath of fresh air from his hard life. You were not supposed to become his only source of oxygen, yet there he was. It didn’t seem he was reliant on you because Andy wasn’t comfortable expressing reliance on anyone, but he knew he was.

He stood and watched your body move with those deep, sharp breaths you were taking. Abruptly, his hand whipped across one breast, then the other. You cried out, a nice vibration around him, and now you were quivering. It was so easy for him to play your body like this because you were just needy enough that anything would have given you pleasure. Another thing he knew, another thing that made him so damn cocky.

“Open your legs,” he told you and you parted your thighs. Again, he pulled aside your lace panties and pushed two of his fingers inside you. Your cunt was dripping, your arousal gushing out as his fingers thrust in, curled, searched for that spot that made your eyes roll back. The noise of it made his cock twitch.

Your pussy was throbbing, yearning for the release that only this man could give you. You didn’t care how he did it, you just needed Andy. Hands, mouth, cock, you would take anything he wanted you to have.

“Listen to that greedy pussy,” he directed, voice low and quiet. “So desperate to be filled and fucked. But by who, baby?”

Your stomach twisted at not being able to answer him. That was why he asked when you had your mouth full of him, because if you could speak, you would blurt out reassurances that it was only him.

“Me?” he pressed.

You spoke, despite knowing it was going to sound like nonsense.

“And no one else?”

You were quick with your denial. And maybe, by now, since his cock was always in your mouth, he was a professional at understanding what you were saying. Or possibly, it was just the look in your eyes.

“You sure, baby?”

Once more, your voice came out muffled but hurried, almost panicked. He had to know that you didn’t even think about anyone else. He had to know that you thought he was the most beautiful man in the world.

He dragged his free hand up your body and it settled over your neck. Finally, he pulled out from your mouth only to thrust back in harshly. You choked, your throat contracting around him while he massaged his thumb and finger over your pulse points. He let you breathe through it before he started rocking his hips ever so slightly. You could feel him moving along your tongue and your cheeks, but they were small motions.

You always loved this position; it was easier to take all of him. It was easier to breathe on your back with your chest open, and, unlike being on your knees, it left you open for him.

He leaned forward slightly, pressing one hand off to the side of the bed while the other reached between your legs. His fingers danced along your skin without any real intent, but occasionally, he would touch your clit.

You were reaching for any part of him you could touch. Your hands mindlessly grasped at his back and kept slipping off because of his shirt. You couldn’t ask but you wanted it off. He felt your hands working open his buttons and decided to let you have something. He was going to take and take tonight, he could give you a little.

He stood up and loosened his tie enough to pull it off, then shrugged his shirt off. Once again, his palm settled to your neck. “You should see yourself right now. Shaking, wet, such a good girl.”

You reached up, gripping one hand in his pants, the other around the buckle of his belt and you pulled him in more until your throat was struggling.

“Easy, baby.” He took your hands off him, keeping a hold of one and placing the next back down on the bed. He pulled out carefully, dragging his hand up, and inch by inch, pushed back in. “You should see how deep I’m getting. I can see it right here.” The palm of his hand hovered over your skin, just enough that you could feel him, and he followed his cock again, letting you know how much of him you were taking.

It was a lot of him, not enough. And he was deep, but you needed more. You whined, a plea for him to move this along. He couldn’t want to drag this out, not after almost 18 days.

Again, he leaned over until he could touch you. His hips moved steadily, a controlled move that matched how strategically he was working your cunt, everywhere but the most sensitive part of you.

You hated that you couldn’t beg, but it wasn’t as if he didn’t know. It wasn’t as if you weren’t shaking or if your cunt wasn’t clenching desperately, you knew if he couldn’t feel it, he could at least see it. This went on for several moments, he was proud of how well you were taking him, and wanted to give you some type of award.

You were more than just caught off guard when you felt his lips against one of your thighs. Fuck. He couldn’t, you wouldn’t last long. But he went on, scattering kisses over your thighs, fucking your mouth just a fraction harder as he grew closer to your pussy.

As he licked down from your clit to your entrance, your eyes rolled back. Your hips jumped off the bed and one of his hands held you down in response. You were trembling, whining utter nonsense.

Several times, his tongue ran through you and you’d been so worked up, so wet and frustrated since he’d pulled you out of the party, since he hadn’t fucked you in a while, and this was just happening too fast. You wanted to focus on him, you wanted to apologize in the best way you knew how.

You tried to push him back with your hands on his thighs, but you were nowhere near strong enough.

He turned his head to kiss your thigh again. His hips stilled, most of his cock out of your mouth just in case. “Do you need a moment, baby?”

You debated. If you actually made him stop, made him pull out even if just for a second solely so you could ask him not to make you come...he would be outraged. He might even turn you over and spank you. But he also might not let you come at all. You would die, you knew you would.

You let your hands fall away.

“You okay?”

You hummed slowly, comfortably.

Still, one hand settled on your hip bone to keep you from moving, the other you felt on the back of your thigh close to your ass. He kissed your pussy slowly, sucking at your skin just a little, but not your clit, not yet.

He was careful as he began fucking your mouth again, worried he had pushed you too far. He waited until he was sure you were okay before he sucked your clit between his lips and slipped two fingers into you.

You whined around him as your body shuddered.

He kissed you again, several times to get you to calm down. “It’s okay, baby girl. Be a good girl for me.”

So, you understood, he realized that you wanted to object to this, but Andy was the greediest man you had ever had in bed. You weren’t surprised that he just didn’t care. You found it hard to mind as he began fucking his fingers in and out of you, sloppy, wet noises echoing around the room.

He was sucking again and you were desperately clutching at any part of him you could, his sides, his legs. You weren’t pushing him away now, you were pulling him in.

You were so close, your body arching up as much as it could. You felt tension building in every part of your body. Your own hands came up to your breasts mostly because you knew he would feel your hands moving underneath him.

“Fuck,” he cursed. He left your cunt neglected of his mouth for several moments, only using his fingers, as his cock drove down your throat hard.

You were choking loudly, your body again moving wildly as you gagged. It couldn’t have been more than a few times but they were determined thrusts, you were sure he was going to come in your mouth.

Instead, he pulled out completely and you whined shortly. You didn’t want him to go, but you couldn’t say that. All you could do was try to catch your breath. He didn’t even give you a moment to protest before his face was buried in your cunt.

In seconds, you were a mewling, moaning mess for him. Your body was so tight, so full of unbearable tension. You were shaking, sweating, your pussy was loud and soaking wet and you knew you were dripping everywhere, on him, on the bed.

He didn’t tease, he wanted to let you come because he wanted you coming all night. His favorite form of punishment was too much of a good thing, not withholding how much he enjoyed touching you.

You finished with a scream loud enough that the neighbors probably heard. Again.

Andy touched you through it until you stopped moving, save for the shaking aftershocks when he got a tad too close to your clit. When you were loose and sated on the bed, he started to sit you up.

You quickly turned to him, grasping his face. “I love you, only you.”

“I know, sweetheart.”

“I would never look at anyone else.”

“I believe you.” Even if he didn’t, this was not the place to voice that. This...state he got you in when he was this dominant, this demanding, was not completely unlike you. It was just a very obedient, sensitive version of you that he knew he had to be careful with. The last thing he wanted to do was hurt your feelings.

He touched your face and that was when you realized you were crying, he was wiping away your tears. It was either from your finish or from choking on him, you weren’t completely sure. “You’re okay?”

You nodded quickly. “I’m okay.”

He kissed your forehead and you felt hot. As if what you two were just doing wasn’t filthy, this was what made your heart beat faster and gave you those butterflies in your stomach.

He pulled back and kept hold of your face. “What does my baby girl want?”

“I want to feel you inside me.”

As his lips met yours, he began removing all the remaining clothing on either of your bodies. He moved you up the bed until he could lay your head on a pillow and then positioned himself over you.

“I love you.”

“I love you, too,” he promised. “Keep saying it.”

As he carefully pushed into you, you continued to tell him you love him. You stared at him the whole time, willing your body to relax for him. He didn’t like it when you got so worked up, especially over the games he played in the bedroom. The thing with Neal was bad but it was over and you knew he wasn’t mad at you. He wouldn’t fuck you like this if he was.

You clutched onto his shoulders, trying to hold him as close to you as you possibly could. He was the one that grabbed your legs and cued you to wrap them around his body. His cock sliding into your pussy was a feeling you couldn’t understand why he’d left you deprived of.

Once his hips were settled against your thighs and he was completely buried inside you, you reached up to his face. You loved his cheekbones, you could trace them with your touch for days if he let you. And his beard, you loved feeling his beard under your fingertips.

He let you do this, explore him as if you could possibly forget anything after all the other times you did it. You remembered the first time he fucked you, you couldn’t stop staring, you couldn’t stop touching—he was so painfully beautiful. He was so patient with you, always had been, and now, despite how badly you felt his need to move, to fuck you, he was going to wait for you to be ready.

“You did this on purpose,” you muttered.

“Did what?”

“You didn’t fuck me. For 17 days. You…wanted me to make a scene—”

“That’s a pretty serious accusation.”

“I could take it to court and win,” you countered.

He smirked. “Could you? What’s my motive?”

“You like being possessive. You like dragging me out of places, you like bringing me home, you like reminding me who I belong to.”

“And were you reminded?”

“No one really belongs to anyone or anything at the end of the day—”

“No,” he interjected, tone sharp. You always liked that tone. “You belong to me.”

“Maybe…”

“You are mine,” he repeated. “And you’re going to say it or we’re going to have a long night.”

“I will say it if you admit this was your plan all along.”

“You think I wanted you to flirt with Neal?”

Your stomach flipped. “I wasn’t—”

He nodded, placing a hand on your shoulder. “I know, I didn’t mean to word it like that. I know you weren’t—”

You felt slightly like you were about to panic. Flirting with Neal? No. “Never, I would never—”

He shushed you. “I know, baby. I know you wouldn’t because you are a good girl. I promise I know that.”

You settled somewhat but that lingering feeling in the pit of your stomach was hard to ignore. Flirting with Neal? You couldn’t bear him thinking you would ever do that to him. Flirting in general with people Andy felt indifferent to was off the table unless you wanted to placate his desires. Certainly, he had to know that.

“I wanted to hear you beg,” he insisted. “That was what I wanted. I wanted honest begging because you are so fucking beautiful begging for my cock.”

You huffed. “Well, you should have asked.”

“I didn’t want to have to ask.”

“You could have given me a hint. I was going around your party trying to get your attention—”

“You had it, you always do. Now, tell me who you belong to.”

“I think we all belong to the stars.”

“No,” he sighed.

“Or the moon, people who experience menstruation especially. The moon controls us, it’s been studied by scientists. There are articles.”

“Scientific articles do not support that,” he asserted and you couldn’t help but laugh. Andy was exact. He didn’t believe in anything he couldn’t see or that couldn’t be proven. Even now, inside you, he couldn’t turn that part of his brain off.

“Baby,” he sighed as his hand came up to curl around your neck. It just rested there, a heavy reminder of all the times in the past he had held you like that, or those other times when he applied just the right amount of pressure. “I want to fuck you, I want to make you cry, I want you to be shaking after I’m done with you, I want to fill you up with my cum. Don’t you want that?”

You nodded, once again turned on beyond comprehension.

“Then be good and say what I want you to say. Don’t make me make you say it.”

“What if I want you to make me?”

“You don’t.”

Andy’s punishments were always so elaborate and such a blur. He knew how to reduce you to nothing but need, and you needed him so badly sometimes. He loved seeing you like that, but he didn’t always like taking you there. He knew how careful he needed to be during and after, so he reserved it for major misbehavior.

You brought one hand up and set it on his forearm. You could feel his skin and his muscles. “I belong to you.”

Just barely, as he stared at your face, his hold tightened. Your breath stuttered but you made sure not to get too worked up too soon. You didn’t want him to have to stop before he finished inside you.

“That can never happen again, baby.”

“I know. It never will. I’m so—”

He tightened his hand again. “Don’t say sorry.”

You didn’t understand why he wouldn’t let you say the one word you so badly needed to say.

“I don’t blame you, sweetheart, I’m just saying…it can’t happen again.”

You caught the lead of his tone. “But what if it does?”

“I might have to make sure he knows that you’re mine.”

You wanted him to let the whole world know. You knew he saw your eyes light up because he smirked. “How would you do that?”

“I might have to let him see how I fuck you. I might have to show him how I can make you beg for me, or how willingly you bend over when I’m going to spank you. I might have to show him how wet you get after I mark up your ass, maybe how whiny you get when my hand is around your throat. But maybe I’ll just have to send him the video I’ve been recording tonight, how well you can suck my cock, how badly you want to.”

You were stunned for a moment—recording? Where was the camera? The idea of Andy recording you was such a turn on. You loved making videos for him, but you’d always wanted to see one where he was with you. “You’ve been recording?”

“Would you be okay with that if I was?”

“Yes. I want to watch you fuck me.”

“You’re such a good girl.” He pulled his hips back once and then snapped up noisily, pulling a moan from your throat. “You know how much I love that sound? When you can hardly breathe but you still make all those noises you know I want to hear.”

He leaned in to kiss you, hips stilled, hand still wrapped around your neck. It was brief, a reward, a reminder. You were being good and he loved you, but he was going to fuck you.

You broke away, nodding to let him know you were ready, that you wanted this. “Please.”

He rolled over so you were on top of him. He kept his hold on your neck to keep you sitting up and used his opposite hand to grab your ass. After he kneaded your skin hard enough he knew it would bruise, he spanked you loudly, harshly. Your body jerk forward, taking him in deeper than you knew was possible.

You whined, trying to pull back a little. He gripped your ass again and held you there. It was painful but exciting, you wanted him to push your limits tonight. He so rarely did, concerned with pleasing you second and treating you delicate first.

He let you go only to spank your other ass cheek. Again, you moved forward and you felt fuller than you ever had. You ached between your legs, almost uncomfortably but the idea of having him this deep in your body was making you wetter by the second. You were dripping, you could see how wet his skin was, how much of a mess he was making of your pussy.

“Ride me, sweetheart.”

You found a comfortable position, your hands on either side of his waist in the mattress. He settled his arm between your breasts so he could still see them moving as you began jerking your hips back and forth. They were sharp, abrupt movements because you wanted to come so bad, you could hardly think of anything else. Save for your disbelief over the fact that he was making you do this yourself. But you didn’t argue because the last thing you wanted was punishment for talking back.

He closed his hand more, every sound you made was short and strangled. You moved faster, knowing he was closer when he choked you harder. His free hand took one of your breasts. He was so delicate at first, a gentle, slow touch before he was pinching your nipple so hard you were whining. He smacked your breast and you shuddered, nearly falling forward onto him, but he kept you up. Mostly because he wanted to do it again to your other breast.

Every slap against your breasts—loud and stinging, always surprising because he didn’t want you to have the comfort of a pattern—was pushing you closer to your orgasm. You were mindlessly bouncing on his cock, uncaring of the pain you felt every time you came down just a little too hard for how big he was. You felt like an animal, like you were simply a victim to your body’s depraved, primal desires.

You finished first, screaming things you would be impressed if he actually understood. You could cry, the tension built over days was finally all gone.

He rolled over once more, taking his spot on top again.

You clung to him, legs and arms, pulling him in like you would die if he wasn’t close enough. You needed to feel his whole body against yours.

“Hear that, baby?”

Oh, you heard. You’d been trying to ignore it, but of course, not if Andy had any say in it.

“Hear how wet your pussy is?”

So wet. Every time he pulled out and pushed in, the noise would fill the room. You only nodded.

Since you were wrapped around him so tightly, it wasn’t difficult for him to grab your hip and move you up the bed with him. He set you against the headboard, the pillows under the small of your back, propping you up for him.

He was on his knees now for more leverage. You knew he was going to fuck you hard. “Look at this, baby.” He slowly pulled out and you turned down to watch. “See how messy you’re getting my cock?”

“Yes,” you whined.

He grabbed his cock, used it to drag up and down your cunt several times.

“Andy, please.”

He shushed you, a slow, calm action that contrasted when he smacked the head of his cock against your clit.

You gasped and your hips jerked forward.

“Stay still,” he warned.

He did it over and over, and enjoyed watching you fail at trying to stay seated on the bed. He thrust in completely, quick and hard, only to pull out and smack your clit again. This was his routine for what felt like an agonizing hour, but you knew it was nowhere near that long. You knew even he didn’t have that kind of patience.

You cried out when he finally buried himself inside you again. As he pushed forward, he pulled you down. His fingers found your clit and you were soon tumbling over that edge once more.

As he finished, he pulled you on top of him, lying back on the bed. One arm wrapped tight around your back to pin you against his chest, his opposite hand tangled in your hair tightly. He hid his face in the bend of your neck, grunting as his hips continued to rock just slightly.

He kept you there for several long moments until he had completely satisfied himself. You were intoxicated being this close to him. You angled your head as much as you could and kissed the side of his face.

He turned over, setting you on the bed as he pulled out. You watched him curiously, moving to sit up with him. He made a disapproving noise and you laid back again. Once again, he made his way to the dresser and grabbed his phone.

“You were seriously recording?”

He arched an eyebrow. “Do I usually bluff?”

Nope, never.

“Now I have a reference if you ever forget how a good girl is supposed to act.”

You suppressed an eye roll.

“Open your legs.” He came closer, directing the camera at your pussy. He touched you, spreading his cum all over your skin, rubbing circles around your clit, just barely dipping his fingers into you.

You watched his face the whole time. You loved how much Andy loved you and when he stared at you after fucking you, it was hard to miss. He was obsessed with you and he never minded showing it.

For almost a month, you watched that video every day. You were fascinated by him, the way he moved, the way he touched you. After that, you started wanting to record more and Andy never minded.

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[captainsourwolf]

okay hear me out.

everyone knows about link’s crush on john mayer. it’s no secret, he happily told everyone on camera his crush is the singer. nobody is surprised of course, least of all rhett, because rhett is the one that gets to hold his hand and love him and fuck him and kiss him and do all the things john mayer just wishes he could fucking do with link neal.

which okay, maybe rhett’s a little jealous sometimes. but he can’t help it. john mayer gets brought up and link’s eyes light up, this spot on his throat that ticks when his pulse rate spikes starts jumpin’, he gets this weirdly euphoric look on his face because he gets to talk about his stupid crush. the last time he reacted like that to rhett was when they were in college and he thought he was being smooth hiding his feelings.

okay so rhett is a lot jealous. sue him.

one day at the creative house he walks in and link’s playing an old john mayer cd and rhett’s blood instantly boils. he follows the source straight into link’s office where link is bebopping his head along to some stupid song about something stupid and rhett clenches a fist before he can even stop himself.

“link,” rhett would huff when he’s ignored only to feel bad a second later. he’s had crushes before. he remembers what it feels like.

but this different. this is link getting weirdly giddy when the other man is brought up, this is him bringing the singer up any chance he gets, it’s link acting like a teenager experiencing his first boner because someone made him feel all tingly.

rhett hates it. supremely. with everything in him.

which is why he can’t be blamed when he slaps his hand on link’s dumb boom box he just had to have and effectively stops john mayer’s crooning. link jumps in surprise and finally notices rhett has entered the room.

“hey—! i was listening to that!” but he isn’t angry, just peeved, cheeks flushing a bit when he glares at rhett and gets up to turn it back on.

rhett is taller and bigger so he blocks the boom box and crosses his arms.

“maybe im tired of listening to john mayer all the time,” rhett snips and link huffs and his mouth pops open into a perfect ring and he looks a bit murderous for a second if rhett’s bring totally honest. “your crush is cute, but come on, do we gotta listen to him all the time?”

link gets all huffy again and throws his hands in the air. “it’s not a crush, shut up, man,” he grumbles. but the spot on the back of his neck that gives him away all the time flares up and he reaches up to scrub at it.

“you loooooove him?” rhett teases. he can do that. he can tease, even if it means reverting back to when he was a high schooler that thought the way to a girl’s heart was through jokes and rude comments. he grins a little when link looks away, to the side and down, rubbing that spot even harder.

“shuddup, rhett.” there’s no venom to it, just a bit of amusement and embarrassment to go with the pinkness rising up his neck.

“you wanna hold his hand and swoon over him while he sings to you?”

link’s blush disappears under the collar of his—surprisingly enough—john mayer sweatshirt. the one that’s cream colored and splashed with pinks and blues, and looks soft against his skin.

“rhett—“

rhett grins a cheeky little grin and leans against the table the boom box is on.

“want him to wine and dine you? show you a good time?”

link’s tells are starting to pop out: shifting on his feet, scrubbing his neck, pushing at his glasses, fidgeting with his wedding ring. rhett is hitting every button and it sends a thrill through him knowing he’s making link a bit hot under the collar.

and of course that’s when he notices the blush deepen when he says “show you a good time” and the subtle way link is trying to adjust his pants. rhett swallows and licks his lips and thinks he could have some fun with this. he is jealous after all. get link hot, get him off, remind him rhett is the one he should be blushing for.

“want john mayer to kiss you, link?” rhett shoves away from his perch and stalks towards him. link licks his lips and looks down at the floor, shuffles his feet.

“you don’t—“ link shrugs and huffs. “you don’t know what you’re talkin’ about.”

rhett bumps link’s chest he gets so close. dips down and kisses his hot cheek, his ear, tugs on it with his teeth a little.

“you wanna fuck him?” rhett whispers and tugs again. link whimpers a little, a tiny thing rhett almost doesn’t hear. when he registers that’s what he heard, he rears back enough to see link’s cheeks ruddy and hot and giving him away. rhett swallows, shuffles closer, feels an unmistakable bulge pressing into his leg.

link is hard. the realization makes the jealousy burn in rhett’s gut.

“do you want him to fuck you?” rhett murmurs and that’s the clencher. link’s cheeks turn tomato red and it disappears down his neck into that silly sweatshirt and his cock twitches on rhett’s hip.

link swallows so hard his throat clicks and he shoves rhett back, hardly far enough to put any space between them, but still. he glares up at rhett with no heat, digs fists into rhett’s shirt, yanks him down into a kiss that’s more bite than anything.

they don’t do things half-assed that’s for sure. link is naked and bent over his desk in no time, rhett naked and two fingers deep with spit and lube they keep hidden in the desk and leaning over link’s backside to get at his ear. breath hot and damp and making link shiver.

“wonder how good it’d feel to have john mayer’s fingers up your ass, baby? think his are as thick as mine?” link moans so loud rhett feels it in chest. his dick twitches at the sound.

link is a needy whiny mess. looks fucked out already spread out on his own desk, back heaving, cock dripping a sticky trail on his thigh and the floor. rhett can see his eyes where he’s leaning close, can see how dopey and unfocused they are just from rhett finger fucking him and talking about another man. the jealousy only makes him harder, makes him get a little rough with it, crooking his fingers just right to make link jerk and moan.

rhett pulls his fingers free and link whines and chases the feeling. he’s on his knees behind link biting an ass cheek and dragging his thumb over link’s stretched hole, teasing and kind of all over the place, not really knowing what he wants to do just that he wants to do it. so he makes link turn over, gets his mouth on a thigh, on a hip, on his balls, at the base of his cock.

“such a good singer, must have a nice mouth, too. surely he does.” link’s head thunks on the desk and he whines again, raises his hips to try and get rhett’s mouth on him. “think he can suck a cock with that nice mouth?”

“rhett—“

rhett licks him from root to tip, sloppy and messy, precum and spit wetting his beard, shining up his lips.

“want him to suck you off, link? fuck his mouth the way you do mine?” rhett gets a weak kick to his thigh and fingers winding in his hair. link leans up, on his free elbow, peers down at rhett all fucked out and horny and desperate. he growls and yanks rhett’s head back to look at him, at his flushed and sweaty face and his perky nips, taut belly, his cock throbbing and wet. “admit it,” rhett huffs a laugh and digs his fingers into link’s thighs.

“what if i do?” link admits, voice too rough around the edges.

that just won’t do.

rhett growls this time and shoves link’s hand off his head then stands, fits himself between link’s thighs. they stare at each other a moment, link smirking in challenge, rhett glaring. he roughly grabs link around the knees, hikes his legs up till he’s resting his calves on rhett’s sweaty shoulders. he drags his cock along rhett’s, the tease, and moans, smirk widening when rhett chokes a little.

“come on, then, fuck me, rhett, bet john mayer—“ it’s enough for rhett clamp a hand over his mouth, use the other one to slick himself up and line up and slip the head of his cock in link’s tight hole. link’s clipped off moan and the way he shudders it out makes rhett’s head spin.

again, they don’t do things half-assed, ever. rhett gives him his time to adjust, barely enough, and fucks into him messy and quick. link licks his palm and bites at the meat of his hand but rhett doesn’t budge. he keeps his hand there and pulls out and thrusts back in, starting up a steady rhythm. doesn’t take long to build a pace that punches the air out of link’s lungs.

link’s legs slip and wind around rhett’s waist. he yanks rhett forward and down, brow knitting when rhett’s cock hits deeper, smoother. rhett finally removes his hand and winds it through link’s hair and presses their chests together.

this close he can see the thin ring of blue left, the freckle beside his eye, the sweat beading on his upper lip. he tilts link’s head back and bites at his throat, takes his time sucking a bruise into the delicate skin over his jugular. he soothes it then goes back in for more and fucks link harder, making the desk rattle and groan under their combined weight and pace.

“this good enough?” rhett asks, having to stop and catch his breath before he can continue speaking. he starts a slow grind, barely out and right back in, making sure link feels it when he shoves his cock deep and presses his pelvis right up against link’s ass. “could he do it better?” the legs around his waist tighten.

“want that crooner to fuck you like this?” link’s breathing changes, hitches a little around his throat, and he’s scrambling to get his fingers in rhett’s hair, on rhett’s body. they slip on his back and end up around his waist, back in his hair, down again to his belly before finally giving up and squeezing around rhett’s neck. “want him to screw you against your desk all nice and slow? or get you on your belly and hold your head down and make you feel it?”

link gasps and rhett is done with the grinding, the slow pace, and sits back, holding onto link’s thighs. link can’t get a grip on anything in time and nearly bangs into the wall behind him, moaning loud and strangled, and reaching for rhett.

it’s always a punishing pace when they’re like this. rhett can’t help it. he likes to watch link fall apart like this, a sweaty mess, mouth open around choked off and desperate sounds, back arching as rhett fucks him. and he likes it when link finally blissfully falls apart.

rhett watches link’s face contort, his brows knitting so tight he’ll have a headache later, hands searching for something to hold onto. he’s almost there and he hasn’t even been touched since rhett got him up here. rhett loves it when he’s so horny for it that he cums untouched.

this time there’s an edge to it, a sting, and rhett can’t help himself from catching link’s eye, watching when he finally focuses enough to catch on.

“he fuck you better than i can, baby?”

and link loses it, jizzes all over himself in thick spurts, seemingly never ending as rhett screws him through it and he keeps cumming, speechless with it. he clenches around rhett’s cock, still a tease even when he’s just blown his load so hard he’s probably seeing stars. rhett likes that part, too.

link starts muttering little yeah’s and come on’s, fighting the over sensitivity and squeezing around rhett’s dick to milk it out of him. doesn’t take much, he was already about there, so when link sits up and drags fingers through the mess and reaches between them to feel where rhett’s fucking him and slick him up, that does him in. his hips stutter and he moans and folds in on himself, nearly loses his footing and takes link with him.

after a moment he finds he’s got his face buried in link’s neck, breathing evening out, mouth still hanging loose in satisfaction. link’s got him held up with an arm around his back, other propping himself up on the desk so he doesn’t fall.

takes a second but he gets himself together enough to unstick himself from link’s body. his dick slips out and with it a trickle of his release. link’s quiet moan and the way his ass clenches makes him chuckle and use his middle finger to plug it back in.

“it’s so gross when you do that.”

“you love it,” rhett laughs again and link flutters around him, sighing in resignation.

his blush is back. rhett sees it traveling from his cheeks to his neck to his chest. he’s embarassed, probably a little turned on still if the way his dick gives a valiant effort at twitching is anything to go by. but overall he’s spent and he lays back.

it’s quiet for a moment as rhett just waits for link to chill, to get himself together enough to face rhett’s amused stare. when he finally looks he has this softness there, in his eyes and around his mouth, only for rhett.

“you know you’re the only one,” he states it simply, quietly, pink in his cheeks flaring up for a moment.

rhett gathers him into a hug and kisses his temple.

“as if id ever believe john mayer could fuck you as good as me,” he whispers.

“oh my god. i hate you.”

rhett shakes his head, knowing better.

“nah, you love me.”

[soho-x]

You and me having a sweet threesome with link?

We're going to a bar just for fun, looking for a sugar daddy to messed up with. That, when we are notice link sits all alone in deem lighting looking frustrated and sad. His hair is sinfully-sexy messed up, his shirt is unbuttoned to three, showing off his dark slightly-silver chest hair, the slim fit really hug his body perfectly, there's a glass of whiskey on his hands. We are so drunk that we just giggling and whispering to each other how hot he is. Until we realize he looks unease, he will touch his dick, grab it and feeling it for a while then back to what he's doing again, he's doing it for a whole 40 minutes. That time he's already so drunk, two and a half whiskey starts to hit him. Finally he gives up and calls someone, but looks like the other person on the phone can't make it and they're arguing. The call is off, and Link is so upset, he started to sobbing silently, burying his face. We're watching the whole drama and decided to come over his desk. We asked his permission and he's trying hard to gather himself. We seat together and ask him what's wrong, turned out it was rhett on the other side of the phone before, link asked him to pick him up but rhett's busy with the work and cannot hurry there. But what makes him really upset is because rhett turned him down when he asked him to 'help release the tension'. The works make him frustated and irritable, and it's been a week since the last time he gets railed. Rhett usually help him (they help each other to get off), but this time rhett rejects him with frustrated anger from work. He's literally bawling right now and we just giving him comfort and listen to his story. But oh boy, how naughty we are, it's started with one of our hands slip under the desk and caressing link's thigh. At first, Link is jolt from the touch but slowly his breath sounds heavy and he's enjoying the touch. The mood started to change, we both showering link with compliments, from whispering sweet things to saying naughty things. It seems to lift up his mood tho, we are all drunk and giggling like an idiot. "You are a sexy beast mr. Neal", "One of the dangerously sexy silver fox", "Wait, is the silver also down there?", "I heard you are longer than rhett", "Enjoying pain huh?". We both whispering intimately close to him, sometimes lips brushes his ears and he enjoys the attention so much, he is giggling like a little boy, but also drunk and horny.

Until finally, he decided to take us home, he started to feel pain from his growing dick inside his pants. It doesn't take time for us to be naked in bed, link is really hard and aching, he's leaking all over his underwear. "We got it daddy, a week goes on without sex?" The sexual intercourse is really sweet yet sexy, naughty and intimate. Link being impatient as usual but we take the control to and laying him down, we started to explore his body, from his lips, french kissing each one of us, the kiss is so hungrily and sloppy. Those red pump lips, tastes so sweet, we give the lips a love bite and get a moan from link. We both explore more of his body, his jawline, we sloppy kiss every inch of it, his scruff, we admire his beauty. His ear, we kiss, we bite, and whispering sweet and naughty things. We want this to be special, we want link to feel the love he deserved. Down to his neck, oh one of his best part, his veins, his goozle, we kiss every inch of it, and sucking-licking all over it. We look at him trying to make eye contact while going down his body, he give us lopsided grin while looking so happy and dazed by sex, it's cute!

We're continue to kissing and admire his body, his broad shoulder, playing with his nipples, suck it and lick it, teasing it with our tongue, and oh this boy is very sensitive with his nipples, his dick achingly leaking and he's moaning hard and loud. His hands grab the sheets tightly, we explore more of his body, whispering sweet naughty things under every kiss, just to make him whimpering. Down to his ribs, he started to squirm a little and the more we suck it and lick it, he laughs and squirm more saying he's ticklish there and it's just make us to pin him down and kissing him more there with words of admire in every kiss. He's so turn on yet so giggly, it makes us laugh too and giving him more, it turns out to be playfully sexy, the three of us is laughing and drunk and kissing each other until out of breath and had to take break then only in seconds, the glimpse of lust is lit again in his eyes, we started to get into the business. Sloppy blowjob for a beautiful man, each of us get turn to suck on his big dick and kissing him all over, lips, nipples, taking every moaning we can get out of him. His moaning sounds so filthy, his hands starts to grabbing our hair and taking control. Sloppy blowjob and sloppy kissing really got him into the edge, making sure one of us get to deep throathing his dick, and he's fucking into our mouth. The moaning becomes more loud, his dick throbbing hard, he becomes more rough but in the middle of it, he look down at us and giving his sheepishly sex-daze smile and oh he looks beautiful, and the next second this beautiful man starts to cum all over our face. We are shocked at first, too focused seeing this beautiful man orgasm and it's so sexy yet sweet at the same time, he comes hard, and get into his second orgasm. We help him milking his dick through his orgasm and cleaning the mess, he look down at us with satisfied face, and oh it's the best feeling ever to make this man orgasm and feels satisfied. After a minutes of break, link offer himself to give us our turn, but weirdly, we feel ourselves satisfied from that, and as we said before, we just looking for someome to messed up with and this is more than that. The three of us end up just talking randomly and laughing at everything.

After showering, all of us go down the stairs, just to seeing rhett is over there in the couch staring at the three of us. "I see you're having a good night link". Rhett looks not happy seeing the two of us coming down with link from his bedroom. Link -after what happened- of course he's being more easy going and didn't sense the tense on rhett. "I don't know you're here rhett, how long?" Link comes around rhett and sit beside him, he signal us to get some drink from the kitchen. "Long enough I heard all of your moaning and laughing from upstairs" the bitterness really all over his words, but link just laugh it off, "Oh yeah, that was one of the best sex I've ever had! They did me so good rhett! Man! I feel more relax now, I'm sorry I was being such a pain in the ass today", he's trying to hug rhett but rhett pulls him "yeah, how was the sex? What makes them better?" Rhett gritts his teeth for this, but link didn't notice "Oh they admired me, and my body all the time! They said nice things to me, compliment me, i feel loved rhett" link is looking directly to rhett with his beaming smile on his face, rhett on the other side didn't like the thought of his man being this happy from getting off with other people, "Oh, so you enjoying with them more than with me?" Rhett starts to get on the nerves, "What? No rhett, I'm enjoying my time with you too" link realizing what's happening now, "I called you so many times and you were not answering, I drove to the bar but you're not there then I'm rushed to your house and when I'm worried myself to death I heard giggled and moaning from your bedroom! You should have just wait for me!" Link have nothing to say, he knows this man better than anyone else, so the next time he knew he's kissing the man in front of him, and rhett roughly reciprocate the kiss, the anger because of jealously, the desperation needed of each other's taste, they're hungrily over each other.

Anyway, We're still there, in the kitchen, watching all the drama, smiling because get to witness those idiots in love, and it's time to go, we said goodbye to link and rhett barely look at us, he keeps kissing his man, mouth all over his neck. When the door is closed, rhett starts to undress link and stop to stares down at him "I don't like what i see" oh, he doesn't like what he's seeing, his man got hickey all over his body, and it's just drive rhett insane. Next thing link knows, he's already on his bedroom, and being dick down by rhett, but this time while being fuck rough, rhett whispering his admirations and pouring kisses all over link's body. It's a good night for everybody.

I lovvvvve Rhett getting jelly over the hickies all over Link’s body! Thank youuu! 🥵😳🥵

[celticheartedfangirl]

My OUAT Rewatch -- S4E7 -- The Snow Queen

Link to Rewatch Review and Ranking archive

There is so much utter bullshit in this episode that I don’t even know where to begin in unpacking it.  But . . . . in no particular order . . . . . I’m gonna try.  So here we go . . . . 

1.  Ah yes, this is where A&E forgot what gender Cinderella’s baby was.  I’m sorry, but CINDERELLA would have her DAUGHTER all done up in some serious girly froo froo.  

2.  Since when does anger and fury ignite Emma’s powers to the point of destruction?  Because shouldn’t she have gotten that angry and furious over Regina?  Cora?  Zelena?  Neal DYING??????  Bullshit.  

3.  Since fucking when is Rumple’s ultimate goal world domination?

Give me a break.

4.  Speaking of Rumple -- why does every scene Rumple does with the female villain of the week have to be so overtly sexual?  This is a consistent pattern now -- Cora, Zelena, now Ingrid.  Please stop.  It’s gross.  These writers constantly combine villainy with overt sexual seduction, and since Rumple is a feminine coded character he’s also lumped into that misogynistic category by these hacks.  STOP IT.  

5.  Speaking of sexual misconduct . . . . okay, if you wanted to give Ingrid a good sob story background, accidentally killing her sister to protect her from the rapey Duke of Weaselton . . . . . . yup, that’s a sob story.  But I’m sorry, isn’t this a FAMILY SHOW?  Can we stop with the rapey stuff on a FAMILY SHOW????  

6.  Speaking of FAMILY SHOW . . . . . Robin and Regina banging it out in a CRYPT . . . . . . yeah, that’s some good family viewing there.  I know I haven’t said much about OQ because frankly, I find them boring AF with zero chemistry -- I was meh on them in the first airing but upon rewatch, dear lord are they stupid -- but this was just . . . . . disgusting.  On SO many levels.  Don’t get me started.  

7.  Hook . . . . um .. . . 

No, seriously -- if you want something to do . . . . go watch this episode.  Look carefully at every single scene Hook is in.  Tell me . . . WHY is he there?  What legitimate purpose does he SERVE?  Tell me . . . . if you replaced him with literally any other character on the show . . . . including Pongo . . . would it make any difference in what happened?  Or better yet if he just weren’t there and you replaced him with NO ONE AT ALL -- would anything change?

Aww, look at his sads.  Even Hook sees my point.  

8.  Will Scarlett.  By now, anyone who has never seen or heard of Once Upon a Time in Wonderland -- which let’s be real was a) about 50% of the audience when this originally aired and b) is probably 99% of the audience just now starting this show on Netflix -- if they’ve made it this far -- is wondering who the fuck this guy is and why he’s there.

So I thought this would be a good time to introduce you to the Will Scarlett back story:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oDMS9RYaYHQ

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jkLYo6x1n58

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_NcqhxER0zI

Watch these at your leisure, in that order.  Keep this in mind as we proceed.  And don’t expect any rhyme or reason that resolves any of this in conjunction with OUAT.  More to come in the end of S4.  As I said . . . I have receipts.  

Points tally:

40 points to start

5 points for a Rumbelle hug-ish when Emma is blowing shit up just because it was cute

5 points deducted for Hook

3 points deducted for Belle even giving a shit about Hook he tried to kill her FOUR TIMES let the mirror have him

10 points deducted for OOC Rumple -- JFC all he’s missing is a moustache to twirl and a dog to snicker at his dirty deeds

Sorry, taking the full 25 points off of this one.  This was just a hot mess of retcon, OOC crap, and way too much rape and adultery for a “family show.”

Total points:  2

Follow #celtichearted OUAT ranking tag for more to come!

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Bed of Roses (Chapter 12)

Roger Taylor x Reader

BoRhap!Roger Taylor x Reader

Fic Summary: It's 1971. You just moved to London to study, and you find a band on a local pub after a bad date. The encounter doesn’t go the way you expect it, and neither does what follows this evening as you try to deal with loving Roger Taylor.

Fic Note: So I’ve had this story in my head for the last three weeks and finally decided to write it down. It’s completely planned. It will have 21 chapters and it’s divided in three acts: Dusk, Night and Dawn. It’s will be a bit angsty in the future, and it will most likely have some smut as well. I hope you guys enjoy it! Tell me what you think about it in the asks/comments/messages. PLEASE REMEMBER THIS IS NOT THE LAST CHAPTER OF THE STORY. If this is your first time stumbling upon Bed of Roses, thank you for stopping by! The rest of the story is in my masterlist, the link is in my bio - can't put the link here or else the post will disappear from the tags.

Chapter's notes: So this is a bit of a more introspective chapter - a bit shorter as well. I love writing these too - mostly set up as it was a few chapters earlier. But what is being set up in this chapter? Well, I guess only time will tell... lol I sound like an asshole. Sorry guys. Hope you enjoy this as well, and sorry again for not posting yesterday

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ACT TWO - NIGHT

“Everything is more intense at night.”

Chapter 12

You murmured the lyrics to White Queen (As It Began) as you kept on reading On The Road. The constant view of fields bored you in the first few minutes of your ride back to London on the bus, since you told Roger to keep his car around - and visit you when he got the chance - and now you were missing class on this Monday morning, hoping to make it in time for your work in the afternoon.

You were annoyed at yourself again - how you, once again, was unable to balance your relationship with Roger and your professional life. Your parents asked you about this sometimes, when you told them you would be out for a week to accompany him on tour, and you pretended to have everything under control. They sent you to England to study, and you did so - but you also loved Roger, and loving Roger was an activity that took a lot of your time and energy.

Those two sides of your life were usually in friction, conflicting, and sometimes you were scared you'd have to choose. But when you were wrapped around Roger's arms, it was easier not to think about it. Now, that you were alone, missing class and about to go to work without makeup, with dirty hair and casual clothing just so you wouldn't have to lie and call in sick - something you had to do many, many times before - it was harder to avoid these thoughts.

Also, you quickly found out that your work at the Sir John Soane’s Museum was uninspiring, unlike it would be if you actually got to work to the British Museum. You were not an Architecture major, but you were hired because your professor was close to the manager, and said you were one of his best students. And you could provide background to the neoclassical art, so it was fine. But it was far from what really got you studying Ancient History, and you were still working there just so you could network your way to the British Museum.

You knew that you could probably use Roger for this, and he would definitely try to help, using Queen's influence. But just the thought of this made you want to disappear; you were already known in your university and work as The Drummer From Queen's Girlfriend, and not that it was something that you were embarrassed of - you loved Roger and you were close with the rest of the band - but you wanted to be known as your own person. You even knew that most people thought that you were recommended by your professor for your job because he liked Queen and you arranged for them to meet, which was obviously not true, but if you acknowledged the rumours enough to deny them, they would only get stronger.

And Roger did everything he could to get you out of the spotlight, knowing how much you hated it. Unlike Mary, you weren't mentioned in interviews, Roger only saying that he's taken when asked directly, and only saying your name in interviews when he did them drunk. But people always found out you dated him, somehow. And treated you differently as soon as they found out, always being nicer to you, in the hopes they can get something from the band, until they realize you were not gonna do that, and then being cold to you, saying that you were a snob.

You always considered yourself a loner, but dating Roger really took that away from you as a choice; it was now something you had to be. You never knew when someone really wanted to befriend you for your personality or for Roger, so you were not able to trust anyone that came close to you. That distance that you had to keep from others made you even closer to Roger and the band, and that was a bit scary to you - they were all quite different from you. You sometimes craved not having to worry about all this.

But the moments you were with the band and especially with Roger made you hopeful; hopeful that your professional life wouldn't mess up your love life, hopeful you would get the job you've always dreamed of. Both things were deeply associated in your head, your two ultimate goals.

And it was easier to be around them and not think about pessimistic stuff; yesterday night, after you and Roger got back from the woods and went swimming naked on the pond - immediately regretting it when you had to walk back in the cold wind completely soaked - you both showered and went back to the studio, where Roger and Freddie tried to emulate the sounds of an orchestra with their voices for a song called Seaside Rendezvous. You were all outside of the recording booth, laughing as Roger did his best to sound like a kazoo. Usually, you loved to watch Rog as he did a high note or one of his famous falsettos; his control over his voice was always impressive. But now, he sounded like a cat screeching. "It's a work in progress, dear. You know how it is", Freddie told you while you laughed non-stop with Brian on the couch.

You got back to reading the book for a while, and as you read "I think of Neal Cassady, I think of Neal Cassady", you realized you just finished reading Roger's favourite book. You were both always trying out things the other one liked, like it would help you get a better insight to each other. A writer you liked once said that there are questions that haunt every relationship, sooner or later: What are you thinking? How are you feeling? Who are you? What have we done to each other? What will we do?

You always thought about how dramatic that sounded, but it actually made sense to you after being with Roger for three years now. What's the point of a relationship if not trying to figure each other out and say, with certainty, "I choose you before anyone else in my life"? Belonging. Relationships are always about trying to belong with someone else, you thought.

The bus stopped and you grabbed your duffel bag. You moved to through the station and found your way to the underground, and you looked at your watch as you found a place to sit on the tub. It was a thirty minute ride to your work from where you were, and you were supposed to be in a meeting with an international researcher alongside your boss in ten minutes. "Fucking hell", you said to yourself, and an old lady looked at you, pursing her lips.

You looked like a teenager, in a button up skirt, a loose Fleetwood Mac shirt tucked in and yellow Chuck Taylors. You definitely didn't look like a respectful historian about to have a serious meeting.

You got to the museum, accidentally hitting one of the interns with your duffel bag as you went to the locker to store it and brush your hair. You said sorry, but you could still hear her talk to someone else outside the bathroom. "She's already twenty minutes late. I don't know how she keeps the job", the other intern says. "Well, she's a groupie. This is just her part time job. I doubt she's ever late to suck Roger Taylor's dick if he tells her to do so", the one you hit with your bag says. "I know I wouldn't. It must be nice to know you don't have to work, just look cute and have your legs spread open every night and boom, your life is easy. That's why she doesn't care if she's twenty minutes late. She has her boyfriend to pay for anything she wants", the first one answered.

You wanted to punch them in the face until your knuckles were bruised just to relieve the stress. At that moment, they represented everything you hated about your life; your stupid architecture museum job and the people that will never take you seriously because you're Roger Taylor's girlfriend.

But you had a meeting to attend, so you breathed in, looked at your visibly tired face - you wish you had some makeup on - and tied your hair up, so it would look less messy. You went outside, saying excuse me to the girls, and walked to the room the meeting was being held in.

When you opened the door, you saw your boss, a look of annoyance in his face, but you were soon distracted by the man across his office desk. He had really short hair, even shorter on the sides - that was a bit of a shock to you, used to seeing guys with long hair - and icy blue eyes. He was wearing a plain maroon sweater, his shoulders filling it perfectly, and fitting dark jeans. He also looked older than you - he was probably in his thirties. His smell filled the room and hit you - he smelled like cologne. Drakkar. It was a perfume you haven't smelled ever since you moved from New York.

"This is my Greek history specialist, Y/N. She's usually on time", your boss said, and you shot him a shy smile. "Sorry, I had a bit of a problem with my commute today", you explained, and you felt the two men analyzing you; your boss was not approving your look for the meeting, and the man was just mysterious. "Y/N, this is the researcher I told you. He works at The Metropolitan Museum of Art. His name is William Antigonos Argyros", he said, and that caught your attention. Antigonos and Argyros are greek names.

"Or, you know, you could just call me Will. But it's up to you", he said, and you had to hold a laugh. But something else caught your attention. He had an accent you knew very well, even though you only heard it from your own lips, nowadays. He had a Manhattan accent. "Sorry for asking, but are you from New York?", you said, and he shook his head in agreement. "Born and raised. But my parents are greek immigrants, so that's the reason for the weird names. William was chosen so I could fit in more nicely", he said with a smirk. You laughed a bit. 

"You sound like you're from New York, as well. Odd to meet another fellow new yorker in London while talking about neoclassical architecture. But I guess Ancient History was never Manhattan's strongest suit", he said, and you agreed. "Where did you study?", you asked, and he answered. "I actually studied in Greece. It was easier, knowing the language and such", he shrugged his shoulders. You were admired.

"Mr Argyros is here for his research on Ancient Greece's influence in architecture. It's for a new exposition at The Metropolitan" your boss said, and you and Will corrected him at the same time. "The Met", you said, and looked at him when you realized the coincidence. This could be interesting, you thought to yourself. You really needed a friend - just a friend, you reminded yourself. Just one friend that was actually like you.

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Chapter 13

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Top 10 Books of 2018

Been watching too many book recommendation videos on Youtube so I couldn't resist listing out 10 of my favorite reads of 2018! I organized them by genre, but are otherwise in no particular order. The titles are links that go to book page on goodreads.

Fantasy

A Darker Shade of Magic by Victoria Schwab

This book got me hooked on all things Victora Schwab writes. It's the first in the series, but can be read as a stand alone (basically, doesn't end on a cliff hanger). Kell & Delilah are wonderfully written characters, where Kell can traverse across the different parallel Londons (grey - nonmagical, aka our world ; red - magical, white - magical & decaying, black - already lost) while Delilah is non-magical trying to find adventure in her own dream to become a modern-day pirate (of sorts). Great adventure for all involved!

The City of Brass by S. A. Chakraborty

World-building. Just, wow. You start in the 18th century Cairo and follow along with Nahri as she discovers that true magic does exist - it's not just tricks she uses to con people, not when she accidentally summons an ancient djinn warrior. They travel to the legendary city of brass, where there's a ton of schemes and politics and agendas at play. There's so much depth in the details, with complex characters that I loved and hated in equal measure. Looking forward to the sequel!

Spinning Silver by Noami Novik

A re-telling of Rumpelstiltskin but also it's soooo much more than that. So much more. There's 3 female characters that you follow (one poor, one middle class, one rich) who each have their own stories, and how everything comes together is fantastic. Super fun read!

The Bear and the Nightingale by Katherine Arden

On my list to re-read so I can catch up on the series! Re-telling of the Russian fairy tale of the Winter King. It's such poetic writing, I can barely handle how pretty it is. There's so much added to the fairy tale to build up the world, and it's simply fantastic. Beautiful and soft, but also meant to be read in the winter because it makes me feel so cold.

This Savage Song & Our Dark Duet by Victoria Schwab (YA)

Two books in the same series, which is a touch cheating but I'm totally counting it as one. I love this series because it's so clever. Here, monsters are born out of violence and have overtaken the city - that doesn't mean that humans agree on how to handle the monsters, though, and so there is the North side run by a mobster and the South run more para-military style. How the style of monster fits the crimes that create them, how humans handle their disagreements even with a common enemy - I just love this set up and Schwab's handling of it. The characters are fantastic, too, and I just love everything about this.

Scythe by Neal Shusterman (YA)

This is a world where humans have solved all the world's problems : poverty, disease, aging, etc. To prevent overpopulation from people living forever, there are Scythes - people whose job it is to decide who dies, and then kill them. You follow 2 teenagers chosen to be Scythe apprentices, as they learn about the power (and isolation) that comes with the job -- and what happens when people let their power get out of control.

Contemporary

Nights in Sandbridge by Elizabeth Brooks & Lynn Townsend

Andy is running from an abusive ex and needs a job that won't ask questions, while Scooter is just trying to keep his beach-side restaurant afloat and needs a dishwasher who doesn't mind getting paid under the table. They also need each other a WHOLE LOT MORE THAN THAT as they eventually discover. Seriously fucking good romance (and queer!!). Everything I could ever want out of a southern beach-side romance. (p.s. probably won't find physical copies in bookstores so here's a helpful link)

The Bookshop on the Corner by Jenny Colgan

A mobile library in the English country-side with a recently unemployed librarian who just wants to recommend the perfect next book to patrons. It's cute, it's happy, it's full of books. Did love!

In Dog We Trust by Beth Kendrick

It's the fifth book in the series but can be read stand alone (I didn't know it was part of a series when I picked it up!). Lots of dogs & doggy moments, a well-done poke at the divide between the rich who have summer homes and the locals who try to survive, and a touch of the enemy to lovers trope. Quick & fun read!

Thriller / Mystery

The Lies We Told by Camilla Way

How this story came together, from the past!events and present!events and how the stories & people crossed paths... it kept the pages turning. I have a hard time describing it without giving it away, so I won't but. Loved the twists, the characters felt real, I definitely enjoyed the journey!

[casperghosty]

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[killian-whump]

OUAT 3x05: Rewatch Liveblog

Hello, my friends! It is I, Killian-Whump, here with another Rewatch Liveblog.

This one's for episode 3x05, "Good Form" - and let me tell you right now, it might be awhile before you see another one, because it will probably take me 15 years to GIF all of the whump, angst and sexy faces that appear in this episode.

BUT BEFORE THAT HAPPENS!!!

I gotta watch the episode. So let's settle in, click the link below... and do just that.

Looks like we’re starting off this episode with Neal getting thrown in a cage, for all of you who are into that kind of thing.

Normally, I would be one of those people, but I'm not really into Neal... and what the hell is up with these camera angles? Meh. Could be better.

OH GUYS! GUYS! This is the Lost Boy whose face annoys me. I thought he was in S6, but here he is here. Is he maybe in both seasons? I'll have to keep an eye out for him when I get to S6 in my rewatch and spontaneously combust.

Aww, my baby’s having some unexpected feels over there while Emma's talking about her days in the foster system.

Aww, look at him trying to share his feels and connect with another human being on more than a superficial level. Bless him.

Look at him getting shot down because Emma assumes it's just an attempt to get in her pants.

Aaaaaand look at Dave telling him he's nothing but a pirate.

Like I said, I'll be GIFing this shit until sometime in the 2030s.

Oh, look! It's Navy men! What kind of flashback could this be?

Why, that looks like a Naval Officer, someone of good standing, with a jaunty little ponytail and a spry bounce in his step. Who could it-

OH MY GOD YOU GUYS, IT'S HOOK

"Perhaps you mean younger brother." 'I MEANT WHAT I SAID, BITCH'

Ummm.... So... 'Only YOU can navigate us on this hero's journey!' 'Where are we going?' 'BITCH, I CAN'T TELL YOU'

OH GOD, GUYS, THAT BRIGHT SHINING SMILE FULL OF HOPE AND PROMISE T_T It kills me every time I see it. Colin could literally light up a city block in a blackout with that smile of his. We rarely get to see Colin's smile on Hook's face, but he uses it to such great effect right here. Bless.

...and here we are back to angsty, lusty, almost downright creepy staring at Emma XD

WHY IS HE FUCKING LIKE THIS (that’s what she said)

Hahahahaha, Snow. "Thanks for the advice." Like, she literally could not sound less dismissive if she tried. She gives so few fucks about Hook's thoughts, she might as well have walked over there and taken all of his OWN fucks away, as well. 'Nope, sorry, now NO ONE has any fucks for you. Not even you.'

My fucks... Now I have none T_T

I wish someone at the camp had answered WHY Hook had to go with David for more rope with, "You're freaking us all out, actually." XD

"What would you like to yell at me about now, Dave?" I love it when Hook calls him Dave, haha :D

Dave: "But if I do die-" Hook: "WHEN" Hahahahaha, you little shit <3

Aaaaaaaaand a swing and a miss. Dave, that was the absolute lamest attempt at whumping Hook that I have ever seen, AND I HAVE SEEN THEM ALL. Multiple times.

"Mate? Mate!" Umm, try his name? We know you know it. You used it thirty seconds ago.

LOL, I like to think Hook was, like, pouring Rum on Dave's mouth like a five year old trying to feed a sleeping parent or something.

Aww, he plays David so well. Hook: "No, it's too dangerous." Dave: 'Well, now I HAVE to do it.'

Liam, you ass. "Haha! That was close!"

Liam: "Employ the Pegasus!" And all the sailors, who obviously know what the Pegasus is, all spring into action, repeating the order and following it. So they all KNOW what the Pegasus Sail is and how to use it, while Killian, the LIEUTENANT and second in command here, has no fucking clue what's going on, what the Pegasus is, that the ship can fly, or where they’re going.

Regina: "How do we know you're not lying?" Hook: "Oh, you don't." Aaaaaaaaand he is. Hook: "But I'm not." Yes, he is.

Dave's TOTALLY OBVIOUS "goodbye forever beloved family" goodbyes XD

Ah, Liam, you stubborn arse. Listen to the strange demon child. Listen to your brother. Spoiler Alert: He never listens.

Oh, look. It's time for "Conversations with Pan That Are Somehow the Most Homoerotic Thing Ever Put on Television That Aren't Overtly Gay OR Sexual at All."  FYI: If sexual innuendos about Captain Pan bother you, you’re gonna want to skip to the next line break. I’m just saying.

Creepy silhouettes. Darkness. Pan: "Come back and work for me." Work? Is that what we're calling it now? Pan: "Like the old days." TELL US MORE ABOUT THE OLD DAYS. Hook: "I don't miss the old days." Great, but TELL US ABOUT THEM ANYWAY.

BLIP! Sudden Closeness Alert.

"We've known each other a very long time, Killian. We've done business before." TELL US ABOUT IT IN GREAT DETAIL OR ISTG

Pan: "You know me." Pan: *whoooosh* Pan: *appears directly behind Killian* Pan: "I like action." Hook: *closes his eyes* Hook: *licks his lips* Hook: *hangs his head* HE LIKES ACTION BACK THERE. BEHIND YOU. BUTT ACTION. I FUCKING SAID IT. I ain’t taking it back.

Hook: *turns to face Pan* Pan: *moves around to be behind him again* That's... I mean... I don't even have to make the innuendos myself here, do I? IT'S BUTT STUFF. I'M THINKING ABOUT BUTT STUFF.

Pan: "I want to see your hook inside his body." WHY DOES HE FUCKING SAY IT LIKE THAT?!?! Like he's a fucking expert at things he wants to see inside people's bodies.

Get a little closer there, Pan. If you even can.

Oh, sorry. There is literally no way you could possibly get any closer to him without putting your SELF inside his BODY.

AND THEY'RE ALONE. THIS ISN'T NECESSARY. THIS CLOSE TALKING ISN'T NEEDED. NO ONE NEEDS TO WHISPER. IT DOESN'T NEED TO BE HUSH HUSH.

THIS DOESN'T NEED TO BE WHATEVER THE FUCK IT IS.

BUT IT IS.

JFC even though I've seen this scene a frankly very embarrassing number of times, EVERY time Pan grabs Killian's flask, I always think he's grabbing something else with that sudden jerking motion. And then he pulls the flask up into the shot and I'm like. "Oh. Oh, that's right."

Pan: "Have a drink." Hook's reaction. GODS ABOVE... Pan: "You know it always helps you think."

AHHHHHHHH and then we see why Pan was whispering, and why he put the flask in Killian's hand just then, because Pan knew Dave was approaching and he wanted Hook to look bad in front of him.

...and for butt reasons. FIGHT ME, BITCHES. You know I’m right.

Yeah.

Yeah, sure.

That fucking plant dripping black shit ominously looks like medicine.

Suuuuuuuuuuuure.

EVEN KILLIAN SAYS IT DOESN'T LOOK LIKE MEDICINE.

"You choose to believe that boy over our King?" Well, to be fair, that boy fucking LIVES there.

Oh, Liam. Liam, listen to your brother. Liam, don't. Liam...

*siiiiiiiiiiiiiiiigh*

Every. Fucking. Time. I. Watch. This. Episode. He never listens.

Annoying face time again. I wish Regina would just rip his fucking hear-

Oh, there we go. Thanks, boo.

Snow: "The cost can't be this family." Emma: "It won't be." As long as you stop being a judgmental stick in the mud, MOM.

Aww... My baby, giving as wide a berth to the Dreamshade as he can. I love how afraid of it he is. He's so precious.

Ooooh... Swordpoint. This is a much better attempt at whumping our pirate, Dave. I commend you for not giving up after the first try went so poorly.

AHHHHHH and Dave backs him up against the Dreamshade he's so afraid of. LOVE IT.

Oooh, suckerpunch. And Dave's out for the count.

Pan: "Maybe you shouldn't have goaded him into it." LISTEN, YOU JUMPED UP LITTLE SHIT... And Killian just falls right into the trap, just accepting that he's to blame and trying to explain why he did such an awful thing... Oh, my pretty pirate baby T_T

Pan: "Don't leave the island unless you're willing to pay it." Ahhhh, you tricky little devil. You TOLD him, but you didn’t tell him.

Also, remember how Pan said to Baelfire last episode that all the pieces were where he wanted them... I wonder what his purpose was for bringing Killian to the island and setting all this up. He likely knew the resulting cascade of dominoes would bring Killian back... and back again. But why?

Whyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy?

(Hint: It's butt stuff.)

Awwww!!! They got the message to Henry!!! :D Yay!!! Success!!!

And they only had to rip a young annoying-faced kid's heart out to do it :)

And now the show would like to rip all of OUR hearts out with a touching scene of brotherly love and agonizing death and beautiful crying faces.

"I will follow you... to the ends of the earth, brother." T_T STOP IT

T_T

T_T

T_T

Damn show.

AWWWWWWWW. He's so cute, suiting up and "bloody hell"ing and pulling a bandana over his face for the task ahead.

Sweet peanut, facing his fears and hacking away at the Dreamshade.

Awww, the way he looks himself over afterwards, and looks soooo relieved that he's emerged unscathed. Such a fraidy cat. I fucking love it <3

"I didn't do it for you, mate." <3

Regina's so sorry she turned to see what was going on back there, lol.

Snow: "I'm not complaining, but what was that-" Snowing: *more kissing* Emma: "Okay, I'M complaining." :D Regina: "What I wouldn't give for another sleeping curse." HAHAHAHA <3

Awwww, Dave giving his future bro and maybe kinda sorta mate some credit. ...and Hook looking so shy and embarrassed by the attention. Bless <3

Oh. Ohhh. Ohoh!!

CS Kiss Time. As kisses go, this is a damn good one, because it has Colin O'Donoghue in it and Hook in it and Killian Jones in it and... it also has Emma grabbing him by his lapels and yanking him to her forcefully and keeping him there until she's damn good and ready to let him go and that speaks to me on a deep, primal level and did I mention that Colin's in this scene?

...and the way he looks so fucking BLOWN AWAY afterwards. Like, that boy's brain is SAUCE right now and I love every second of it. THAT... That is a man who has been kissed within an inch of his life and that is how a man should always look when a Domme lady is done with him :)

"A one-handed pirate with a drinking problem." LISTEN, YOU WALKING COAT HANGER...

By the way, this "Neal's alive and in Neverland!" cliff hanger here goes down in history as one of the lamest ones ever, seeing as Hook ends up telling the secret, like, literally 30 seconds later in show-time.

More Neal in a cage.

Pan: "Hang him up, over there. Next to the other one." Oh, how ominous...

WHO COULD BE IN THE OTHER CAGE?!??! We'll have to wait to find out!!!

Although, thankfully, you all already know... considering it'll be over a decade before I finish GIFing this episode and actually watch the next one... T_T

Pew Pew Pew Peeeeeeeeeeeew

[emospritelet]

DH: 67: “ Stop being so cute. ”

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Prompts all come from this list.

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#

Gold managed to hold it together until Neal left, his knuckles white on the handle of his cane and his leg beginning to ache from standing so stiffly.  As soon as the shop doorbell rang, signalling Neal’s departure, he let himself sag, the breath whistling out from his lungs. His heart was thumping, and he ran a hand over his face, surprised when it came away dry.  He half-expected to be weeping. His son. He was sure of it. At least, he was sure that Neal was the child he had known for so brief a time, at least. Shaking his head, he crossed to the bench and picked up the phone, settling himself on a stool as he listened to the dial-tone.  Ella’s drawling voice answered, sounding a little impatient.

“It’s me,” he said, and her standard greeting cut off.

“Alexander, must you call when I’m about to leave the office?” she sighed.  “I was ninety percent in after-work social butterfly mode, and now I’m going to have to be responsible again.”

“You’ll live,” he said dryly.  “I need a favour.”

“Is this to do with the oh-so-lovely mother of your child?” she asked slyly.  “How are things going on that front?”

“We - we decided that we want to make it work,” he admitted.  “We’re back together.”

“You sly dog!” she said, chuckling.  “Please tell me I can start looking for a hat soon.  Winter weddings are my favourite.”

Gold rolled his eyes.

“Look, never mind about all that,” he went on.  “You can tease me all you like the next time I’m in Boston.  In the meantime I need to get another paternity test done.”

“But I thought we got a result on the last one,” she said.  “The result you wanted, no less.”

“This isn’t about Gideon,” he explained.  “This is about - someone else.”

“What on earth have you been up to?”

“I haven’t been up to anything,” he said shortly.  “Look, it’s kind of an emergency. Can you get the test sent by courier?  I need it here tomorrow.”

Ella sighed heavily.

“You do realise I’m already late for dinner with the lovely Ursula?”

“Put your social life on hold for two minutes, would you?” he snapped.

“You know, if you took your own advice, I probably wouldn’t have to be facilitating so many paternity tests.”

Gold pinched the bridge of his nose.

“So help me, Ella…”

“Oh, keep your pants on!” she said impatiently.  There was a moment of silence. “That was another dig at your rampant sex life, by the way.”

“Yes, I got it,” he said dryly.  “You’re fucking hilarious.”

She cackled, and he rolled his eyes again.

“Do you do this for all your clients or am I paying extra for personal abuse?” he demanded.

“I would never charge for something I find so enjoyable,” she said lightly. “Don’t be such a misery. When you come to Boston we’ll go out for drinks.”

“I’d like to survive my visit, thank you,” he said.  “How soon can you have the test here?”

“Let me make a couple of calls,” she said.  “If I can get hold of the test, I can have someone drive it up tomorrow morning.”

“Perfect.”

“What’s the rush, anyway?” she asked.  “Do I have to draft another potential visitation agreement?  Because I can probably redo the one I prepared.”

“No, no, this - the person who I think is my son is an adult now,” he said.  “But if the test is positive there will be additional work, obviously.”

“Colour me intrigued.”

“Your father did some work for me around twenty years ago when I was trying to track him down,” said Gold.  “He may remember the case.”

“Well, now I am intrigued,” she said.  “I’ll get the test sent to you.  Fingers crossed you get the result you want on this one, too.”

“Yes.”  Gold closed his eyes.  “Yes, I hope so.”

“Before you know it, you’ll have more family than you know what to do with,” she added. “Christmas will be a nightmare.”

He grinned at that.

“Something tells me I’ll cope.”

#

It was fully dark by the time he got home, and the house was quiet.  Belle came out of the lounge as he entered the house, sagging a little in relief at the sight of him.

“I was starting to worry,” she said, and he sent her a brief smile, locking the door behind him.

“I’m sorry, I should have called,” he said.  “Did you eat dinner?”

She shook her head as he turned towards the kitchen.

“I gave Gideon his,” she said.  “I thought I’d wait for you. I - I asked Emma if they wanted to do dinner tonight, but she called to cancel.”

He paused, grip tightening on the cane handle.

“Well, that’s not surprising, in the circumstances,” he said quietly.  “Are you hungry?”

“Not really.”

“No.”  He turned to face her, raising an eyebrow.  “Perhaps some cheese and a glass of wine?”

“Sounds good.”

Belle followed him into the kitchen, and watched as he prepared their snack, slicing cheese and apple and setting the pieces on a board with some grapes and a few crackers.  He carried it to the table, and she took a seat as he opened a bottle of red wine and poured them each a glass. Belle took a cracker, setting a piece of cheese on it and taking a bite, tasting sharp, strong cheese.  She set down the cracker, licking crumbs from her fingers.

“Emma said they were going back home tomorrow,” she said, and he hesitated, before bringing her drink and then turning back for his own.

“Yes.”

“Are you okay?” she asked softly.

He sucked in his cheeks, glancing away, and she wanted to sigh.  Please don’t shut me out, damn you.  Not now.

“Neal - came to see me,” he said carefully, and took a seat.

“Oh,” she said.  “Well - that’s a start.”

“Yes.”

His fingers were tapping against his wineglass, his lower lip trembling a little.

“It’s him, Belle,” he whispered.  “It’s him, I know it. He’s my son.”

“Well, there do seem to be too many facts that tie up for it to be a coincidence, I think,” she said, and he nodded.

She reached out, sliding her hand over his to stop him fidgeting, and he sent her a faint smile.

“How did he seem?” she asked gently.  “Was he angry?”

“Wary,” he said.  “He said we didn’t know if there was any truth to Milah’s claim.  I think the anger may come later.”

“Maybe,” she agreed.  “Was he there long?”

“No,” he said, running a hand through his hair, his brows lifting, his eyes tired. “No, and our interactions were - strained politeness, at best. He agreed to a test, though.”

“Oh, well that’s good,” she said gently.  “Will it be like the one you did for Gideon?”

He nodded, picking up his wine and taking a sip.

“I got Ella to source another test, have it couriered up here,” he said.  “It should be here tomorrow.”

“And then a few days after that for the results, I guess,” she said, and he nodded again.

“Yes.”

There was a moment of silence, and Belle sat back, taking a drink.

“How are you feeling?” she asked, and he raised his eyebrows, his mouth twisting a little as his shoulders rose and fell.

“I don’t know,” he admitted, and took a deep breath.  “I’m terrified.”

Belle reached out to him, fingers stroking over his cheek, pushing into his hair, and he let out a long sigh, leaning into her touch.

“It’ll be okay,” she said softly.

“Will it?”

Belle smiled.

“Yes,” she said firmly.  “I’m not saying it’ll be okay right away, but eventually it will.  I’m sure of it.”

She got up, and he sat back, letting her sit on his lap, his arms going around her as she began to stroke her fingers through his hair.  He rested his head on her chest with a deep sigh.

“You know, I could try to take your mind off things, if you like,” she added, and grinned to herself as she felt him look up.

“Oh really?”

“Really.”  She kissed the top of his head.  “How about we leave everything here for a midnight snack and head upstairs?”

Gold sat back, a smile spreading across his face, his eyes dark and sleepy.

“I am in your hands.”

#

Belle slept late the next morning, waking as Gold entered the room with a cup of tea as the clock neared eight.  She stretched, smiling as she felt the pleasant ache in her limbs that came from a night of too much pleasure and too little sleep.  He looked tired too, but he was grinning at her as he sat down on the edge of the bed.

“Gideon up?” she asked sleepily, and he nodded.

“Up, fed, dressed, and ready for a day at the shop,” he said.  “Do you want to take him, or shall I?”

“I’ll take him,” she said, sitting up and brushing her hair out of her eyes.  “Do you know what time the courier’s gonna get here?”

“Ella said she’d text me with an update,” he said.  “I’m hoping around midday, but we’ll see. I asked her to have it sent to the shop.”

“I’ll bring Gideon over for lunch, then,” she suggested.

He nodded, leaning in to kiss her, and she gave him a wry look.

“Did you sleep at all last night?”

“Not much,” he admitted.  “I really just want it over.  I want to know. One way or the other.”

“I’m sure Neal does, too,” she said, and he shrugged.

“Perhaps.”

He was looking away from her, to where his hand was resting on the blankets, finger and thumb plucking at them over and over.  Belle put her hand over his, stilling him, and he glanced up.

“Just give it time,” she said gently.  “And give yourself time, too. You’ve had a lot of relationships to fix these past few weeks.  It won’t all be done by Sunday.”

He nodded, looking away again, and she sat back.

“Maybe you should get Archie to clear his diary,” she said, and he barked a laugh.

“Maybe.”

Belle put her head to the side.

“You are gonna go and see Archie, right?”

“Yes,” he said, after a pause.  “Yes, of course. I said I would.”

“I’m sure it’ll help.”

“He said things would probably get worse before they got better,” said Gold, looking resigned, and Belle bit her lip.

“Well,” she said slowly.  “Well - at least they will get better, right?”

He looked at her again, a tiny smile lifting the corners of his mouth.

“Please keep reminding me of that.”

#

Belle spent her morning sorting through the latest flower delivery and preparing bunches of roses and sunflowers.  For a brief moment she thought about going to see her father, but she was still too angry with him, and seeing him would do nothing other than ease her pesky conscience, so she decided against it.  Gideon was in his playpen, babbling nonsense as he played with a toy that responded to his touches with coloured lights and music. After three hours of listening to it, Belle was ready to take the batteries out and hide them, but he was having fun, so she tried to tune it out.  The sound of the shop bell ringing was a welcome distraction, and she looked up with a smile, which widened as Emma walked in, clad in a red plaid shirt above black jeans, blonde curls shining.

“Hey,” she said.  “You got a minute?”

“Of course.”

Belle set aside the carnations she had been bundling, and Emma leaned on the counter with a sigh.

“Where’s Henry?” asked Belle.

“Neal took him for ice cream,” she said.

“How’s Neal doing?”

Emma pulled a face.

“Kinda freaked,” she admitted.  “He wants to know, though. I mean, he’s wondered about his dad his whole life, of course he wants to know.  But he’s scared, too, you know?”

“Yeah, I get it,” said Belle softly.  “Alex is the same. He’s wanted this for so long, and - and he still doesn’t know if Neal’s mother lied to him, all those years ago.”

“Bitch,” said Emma, with feeling.  “Wish I could meet her just to punch her in the face.  Screwing up lives like that! Going on the run with a kid only to abandon him when it got too hard?  Screw her!”

Belle had to agree.

“How do you think Neal will react?” she said.  “You know - if it’s positive?”

Emma wrinkled her nose.

“I don’t think even he knows,” she said.  “We didn’t say anything to Henry, by the way.”

“Probably best,” agreed Belle.

“Although he seems to like Gold,” added Emma.  “Which, considering he might be his grandson - God, this is weird!”

“Yeah.”

Belle sighed, leaning on the counter, and Emma nudged her.

“How are things going with you two?” she asked.

“Better,” said Belle.  “Much better. I mean, there’s a long way to go, but he’s trying.  He’s really trying. He made an appointment to see Dr Hopper, get some therapy.”

“Dr Hopper, huh?” said Emma dryly.  “He do family discounts?”

Belle giggled, and just then her phone rang, making her jump.  She noticed Gold’s number, and shared a glance with Emma before answering.

“Hey,” she said, her heart thudding.

“The test arrived,” he said.  His voice was short, anxious. “Could you - uh—”

“I’ll tell them,” she said immediately.  “Sit tight.”

“Where would I go?” he asked snippily, and she rolled her eyes.

“Just - just wait, okay?”

He rang off, and Belle looked at Emma.

“The test kit’s arrived.”

“Right.”  Emma straightened up, running a hand through her hair and reaching for her phone.  “I’d better tell Neal. Hey, you want to get a sandwich or something at Granny’s while we wait?”

“I was gonna take lunch to the shop,” said Belle, crossing to Gideon’s playpen to pick him up.  “But I’ll get a drink while you guys eat. I guess you’ll be leaving for Boston afterwards, right?”

Emma nodded, fingers flying over the screen of her phone as she tapped out a message.

“Can’t stay any longer,” she said vaguely.  “We may be back sooner than we thought, depending on the results.”

“Yeah.”  Belle strapped Gideon into the stroller.  “Okay, let’s go.”

The sun was shining, the scent of fresh flowers fading as they left the shop and headed along the street.  Emma’s phone pinged with an incoming message, and she pulled it from her pocket, raising an eyebrow at Belle.

“Okay, we’ll collect Henry on the way to Granny’s,” she said.  “Neal’s gonna head to the pawn shop, join us when they’re done.”

Belle spotted Henry first, coming out of the ice cream parlour with a smile on his face, chattering to Neal, who had a hand on his shoulder and a somewhat grim look on his face that he was trying to hide.  He looked relieved when he saw them, squeezing Henry’s shoulder.

“You go with your Mom and Belle, okay buddy?” he said.  “I’ll be there soon.”

“Where are you going?” asked Henry curiously, and Neal waved a hand.

“I just got something to do, that’s all,” he said.  “Won’t be long, I promise.”

He locked eyes with Emma, and she took his hand briefly, leaning in to kiss him.

“Good luck,” she whispered, and he sighed and nodded, before heading off down the street with his shoulders hunched and his hands in his pockets.

“Belle.”

Mary Margaret’s voice made her turn, and Belle smiled.

“Hey,” she said brightly.  “Mary Margaret, this is my friend Emma Cassidy, from Boston, and her son Henry.  Guys, this is Mary Margaret Blanchard.”

“Hey,” said Emma, and Mary Margaret nodded.

“I - I didn’t mean to interrupt,” she said hastily.

“No, it’s fine,” said Belle, and turned to Emma.  “I’ll see you in Granny’s. Could you get me an iced tea?”

“No problem,” said Emma, and ruffled Henry’s hair.  “C’mon, kid, let’s see how much food you can stuff on top of that ice cream, hmm?”

Belle watched them go, then turned back to Mary Margaret, who was looking hesitant.

“What’s up?” she said, and Mary Margaret opened and closed her mouth.

“I - um - look, it’s not my place to say anything,” she said awkwardly, and Belle sighed.

“Come on, spit it out.”

“It’s just - look, I’m not certain where the rumour started, although I can guess,” said Mary Margaret, in a rush.  “But people are saying that you and Mr Gold - that you’re - that you’re sleeping with him.”

“Well - yeah,” said Belle, puzzled.  “I am. We’re back together.”

“Oh.”  Mary Margaret’s hands shifted on strap of her purse.  “I just - I didn’t realise you were so unhappy with your husband.”

“My—”  Belle closed her eyes, running her hands over her face before letting them fall to her sides.  “Oh. Oh no, Mary Margaret, look - I’m not married, okay?”

“But - the ring - our conversations…”

“Yeah, I’m a terrible person,” sighed Belle.  “I let you guys think I was married. I put the ring on because I was sick of being asked about Gideon’s father, and - and it just seemed easier to let people believe a lie than explain the truth.  I’m sorry.”

“Oh.”  Mary Margaret’s mouth twitched.  “Huh. Well, I guess I owe Kathryn ten dollars, then.  She said you were being way too cagey.”

Belle groaned.

“I might have known,” she said dryly.  “Nothing much gets past her, does it?”

“Well, on the plus side I can squash the rumour that you’re some kind of insatiable tramp,” said Mary Margaret lightly.  “Which, by the way, is only being put around by Miss Ginger.”

“She needs a hobby,” said Belle dryly, and turned the stroller.  “You want to come to Granny’s? Iced tea, my treat.”

“Sounds good,” she said, and fell into step.  “So, you and Gold, hmm? I’m expecting to hear all the details next girls’ night, okay?”

Belle grinned.

#

Gold was nervous when he sent off the paternity test, a padded envelope sealed and posted, holding what could be the answer to a twenty-eight year mystery.  Neal had only stayed at the shop long enough to collect the sample, Gold agreeing to let him know the results as soon as they came through, and taking his email details accordingly.  They were still being polite and distant, both wary, and Neal had left the shop with no more than a nod of his head and a clipped farewell, headed back to Boston with his family. Belle had brought lunch to the shop not long after, coaxing him to eat and talk, but he had wanted to be alone with his thoughts, and she seemed to sense it, kissing his cheek and telling him she’d see him back at the house.

He decided to walk home when he closed up, the summer evening air pleasantly cool against his skin, and by the time he got back it was almost seven.  Belle was sitting on the front porch in the warmth of the evening sun, with Gideon on her lap and his empty milk cup to the side of her, and he felt his heart lift at the sight of them.  His family. What a wonderful thing if that family could be complete. Belle smiled as she saw him, shaking her hair back, and he quickened his pace as he walked up the path, breaking into a grin as Gideon reached for him.

“Well, what a lovely welcome home!” he said gently, kissing his cheek as he lifted him up in the crook of an arm.  “How about a kiss for Papa, hmm?”

Gideon pressed a wet kiss to his cheek, and Gold’s grin widened.

“Thank you,” he said.  “Stop being so cute, I could eat you up.”

He tickled him, and Gideon gurgled with laughter, throwing his arms around Gold’s neck.

“You’re later than I thought,” said Belle.  “I didn’t start dinner yet. Gideon needs to go to bed.”

“I’ll take him,” he said.  “I’m not hungry, anyway. Can we wait an hour?”

She nodded, and he kissed Gideon’s cheek again, carrying him into the house.  Three days. Three days, and they would know.

[mandoleksiak]

hey ash :) your thoughts on the vgk’s please

dedicating this to all of the vgk fans out there – i know not everybody is here but enjoy the links!

brayden mcnabb: not the cleanest player lbr; i found this though and i’m crying

deryk engelland: ex-pen – i would die for him; here’s a video of him and tanger fighting; one of my many vegas dads

colin miller: said he’d be a firefighter if he wasn’t playing hockey and i could see it; roasted marshy during an interview; a good Wrestleboy™

james neal: ex-pen who i would die for – despite playing for the preds afterward we can’t all be perfect right magn?; has two pibbles that i would die for too; ‘what is violence anyway? what’s that mean?’

reilly smith: ok can we all agree that he def had a glo up?; this is just for magn; also why are his lips so pouty it’s not fair

shea theodore: SO!!!! ADORABLE!!!! especially w his missing tooth; yeah he was a duck, but he’s been redeemed (x)

marc-andre fleury: THE LOVE OF MY LIFE!!!!; THE FIRST HOCKEY PLAYER I EVER LOVED!!!!; THE LIGHT OF MY LIFE!!!!; HE COULD NEVER DISAPPOINT ME!!!!; I’D TRUST HIM WITH MY LIFE!!!!

malcolm subban: lmao he’s the better brother you can @ me on that; has existential crises on the bench¿; ‘every time [he] smiles a kitten is born’

pierre-edouard bellemare: french; Soft™; i’d give my right kidney to be a part of his handshake line; i love his and flower’s pregame sparring; another on of my vegas dads

luca sbisa: italian??? and swiss???; not a lot of content it’s a crime

erik haula: STARE INTO MY SOUL W THOSE FUCKING EYES; this is so wholesome i love it

david perron: also an ex-pen feat. my real dad dan potash; also let’s just establish that i would die for any and all ex- and current pens; he’s so pretty i cry about him sometimes ngl

william karlsson: i love him so much tbh;  has the Flow™ and he knows it; apparently likes to sing and dance

ryan reaves: MY DADDY! ; iconically blew a kiss after a fight ; i’ll alway bring up his friendship w two-time stanley cup champion phil kessel – here’s them playing basketball – reavesy scaring phil – them filming the pens’ holiday video; i’d die for him we all know why ps if you don’t it’s bc he was in fact a pen; i love a goon

jonathan marchessault: MY ONE TRUE VEGAS DAD; he’s a little smol and the team chirps him for it; drives the vgk lambo and looks damn good while doing it

nate schmidt: ‘most likely to puke rainbows when he opens his mouth’; he looks at pizza and gains weight; he’s so happy and he makes me smile; PLAYED BASEBALL IN HIGH SCHOOL

tomas nosek: honestly so cute¿like i need more content (x)

[captainsourwolf]

I just want 100k words about small town garden shop owner link neal and frou frou lumberjack bakery owner rhett mclaughlin meeting for the first time in home depot

all of link’s water hoses froze over night because someone forgot to shut them off and put them away the day before so not only are the things frozen but his outdoor patio has a solid layer of ice covering it and inside there’s a mini ice rink by the potting soil so he has to go out and buy new hoses and maybe a space heater to speed things along

rhett has a busted exhaust vent over his best oven because it’s old and it gets the most use because it’s bigger and has more space for big batches of his mama’s best peanut butter cookies so he’s gotta buy a new exhaust vent or at least find a solution that will buy some time till the repair man can come

they meet only because link isn’t paying attention pushing his cart. he’s only in there for the hoses and space heater but he got distracted by a bunch of really neat gardening tools and threw them in and is now perusing the new shipment of fancy copper faucets. and because he’s not paying attention he rams his cart into this giant of a man rushing through the aisle and they collide and link’s temper nearly gets the best of him until he sees the wild hair and the beard and the red plaid paired with some stylish jeans and the apron Rhett forgot to take off under his coat.

rhett isn’t expecting to come in contact with someone so ready to fight and get scrappy over a buggy accident that was the other guy’s fault to being with. but he does and he looms a little bit until the guy backs off and they can properly introduce themselves after an apology. but to be honest after seeing the guy’s eyes and the stubble and the grey in his hair and the impressive build under such tight clothes he finds he doesn’t much care about being run over in the local home depot if it’s by someone so attractive.

rhett introduces himself first and then link and they end up finding out that their businesses are only two buildings away from each other. they leave the store with the promise to come check out the other’s shop. and it becomes this thing.

link visits rhett’s place first. rhett gives him a sample of the peanut butter cookies and link threatens to never leave if everything is as good as those cookies. then the next day rhett comes to the garden shop and link jokes he doesn’t have peanut butter cookies to offer but he does have a hot chocolate station set up in the front with his mama’s recipe. after that they’re both intrigued.

every week they find excuses to come visit each other. they find out they’re both from buies creek and both went to nc state a year apart and somehow have ended up in fuquay at the same time. every excuse to visit gets more and more ridiculous. like rhett pretending he needs tips on how to tell the different types of weeds a part because he has these weeds in his yard that never seem to die and ones that are pretty and he hates to kill. or link pretending he’s just there to check on the flowers on rhett’s tables because he thought they looked a little wilted the last time he was in there and he can’t stand to see a wilted flower.

they catch one pretty quick what the other is doing. finally rhett gets uo the nerve to ask link on a date and they meet up one weekend at the local diner and chat for hours over burgers and fries and dessert. turns out they have a lot more connections than they realized. like the fact rhett came to bc elementary in first grade from georgia or the fact link rode his bike to the very same river all the time. and yet somehow their paths never crossed. in a small town like buies creek it seems like they would’ve found each other eventually, but they never did. until now.

over time it’s like they never lived a life without knowing the other. they’re best friends already and one isn’t the same without the other. sometimes they both think they’d be fine never dating or becoming something more because it already feels like they’re half of something, like they’re an old married couple, like they were meant to find each other in any life. they spend as much time as possible together, their dogs jade and barbara meet and love each other instantly, they know each other’s quirks and the sounds they make and the way their eyes light up about something and the way their breathing changes when something is upsetting or exciting.

but link kisses rhett first when winter turns to spring and his garden shop blooms to life with fresh spring flowers and the butterflies and hummingbirds start to show. it’s over a plate of experimental desserts the bakery is trying out and rhett saves the best for last, a batch of chocolate chipless chocolate chip cookies because he remembers link telling him about them one night weeks ago and that despite the weirdness they’re his favorite kind of cookie. the fact rhett remembered and blushed as he told link about it is what makes link grab him by the apron straps and haul him across the table to kiss him square on the mouth.

the only thing that changes is that now they kiss and they do it all the time. in the back room at the garden shop when link is closing the place down and rhett is coming to pick him up and he can’t stand how cute link is in his clear frames and dirt smudged on his cheek and he has to kiss link, chin in his hand and back to the wall. at the corner table in the bakery when rhett has a break and the pie is fresh and he’s got a dollop of apple filling on his mustache so link just leans over and kisses it off and says he can’t believe how delicious the apple pie is at this one bakery he knows. or in link’s car after a movie when rhett is talking animatedly about the awful plot line and the fact the movie wasn’t even that scary and link grabs his hands and then his cheeks and kisses him sweetly until he calms down. or outside rhett’s front door one morning when link is picking him up because they’ve started carpooling and it’s still spring in north carolina so link is cold of course and he grabbed the wrong sweater so upon seeing the shivering man on his doorstep rhett squeezes his biceps and kisses link until he’s hot all over and doesn’t want to leave.

taking things slow isn’t in their wheelhouse. it’s been months since they met and only a couple of weeks since they started kissing every chance they got. but there’s this constant buzz under their skin for more. every time link turns those blue eyes on him rhett feels the tingling start low in his gut and he suddenly wants to know how dark those eyes can get when there’s a cock in link’s mouth. every time rhett lightly touches his fingertips to the nape of link’s neck and causes a shiver link is acutely aware of the thrumming in his veins and is desperate to know what those fingertips feel like on his inner thighs. and it just happens because rhett got his hands under link’s shirt that saturday afternoon and fitted his fingers perfectly in the divots between link’s ribs and then it was happening. clothes off and hands everywhere and mouths leaving burning hot trails, hands burning even hotter in unexplored but not unwelcome territory.

just like the kissing, they do this as much as possible too. it lights a fire in their souls and every chance they get they’re touching, they’re exploring, they’re fucking just as much as they’re making love. times when their off days line up and rhett gets link naked and bent over the kitchen counter and fucks him with his face pressed into the granite and the other hand on link’s waist. times when link gets rhett spread out on the bed and takes his time with his fingers and his tongue to get rhett worked up before sinking in nice and slow and wet and grinds into him till he’s begging. or the times when it’s a slow, sweet build up because they have all day or all night and nowhere else to be so they make it last with their hands clasped tight and sharing the same air because heaven forbid they separate for even two seconds.

everything feels like fate. like some invisible string that’s been tying them together and the universe finally decided to tighten up the slack. it feels like they never went a day not knowing each other, being with each other, and they know in some other life, some other universe maybe they did meet in first grade and time allowed them to slowly but purposefully come together. but in this life they came together in this way, with a garden shop and a bakery separated by two buildings and a random buggy crash in the local home depot and a lifetime of fate finally deciding they were ready to meet.

[stopforamoment]

Part Nine: My Only Tria (Series Eleven, Part 9 of 16)

Series Eleven: It’s uh Movin’ Thing, but Still and All (Sixteen Parts)

Part Nine: My Only Tria (Series Eleven, Part 9 of 16)

Masterlist

Book: The Royal Romance (After Book Three)

Pairing: Bastien Lykel x OFC Rinda Parks

Word Count: 1,299

Rating: M for Strong Language

Author’s Note: Obligatory disclaimer that Pixelberry Studios owns the TRR characters and my pocketbook with those darn diamond scenes. OFC with all of her quirks is all mine. My apologies if Tumblr or I do something stupid when I try to post this. The keep reading link shows up on my laptop but not my phone. Ugh.

Thank you @asherella-is-a-dork-3​ for always being my sounding board! Thank you @liam-rhys​ and @silviasutton1989 for still being a part of the journey!

Triggers: There are going to be some dark themes in this series that deal with the consequences of what happens when parents don’t put their children first. I promise I won’t get graphic, and I’ll tag each section accordingly. This will tie in with future events and another aspect of Bastien and Rinda’s personalities—as individuals and as a couple.

Series Summary: It’s the week of October 14th, the sixth week of the school year. Henry and Rinda are staying in Cordonia, which means that Rinda can now begin to move forward, and backwards, with professional and personal aspects of her life.

One inspiration while I wrote this was a quotation from Zora Neale Hurston’s Their Eyes Were Watching God:

“Love is lak de sea. It’s uh movin’ thing, but still and all, it takes its shape from de shore it meets, and it’s different with every shore.”

The other was these lyrics from the song “I Dreamed a Dream” from Les Misérables:

“But the tigers come at night / With their voices soft as thunder / As they tear your hope apart / As they turn your dream to shame.”

Chapter Summary: It’s the end of the school day and Bastien wants to spend some time with Rinda—and get help with his tie.

My Only Tria

Bastien had changed back into his suit, but he was in Rinda’s classroom still struggling with his tie. “Really, Tiger? I thought you could tie a full Windsor Knot in 20 seconds flat while blindfolded with one arm tied behind your back.”

Bastien glared at Rinda. “I need a mirror. I can’t see if the knot meets my exacting standards or not.”

Rinda grinned. “Tiger, it’s your night off. You don’t have to wear a tie. But if you want, I can help you.”

“Can you tie a tie?”

“Nope. But I can either choke you with it or tie you up with it. Your call.” She walked up to Bastien and reached up to help him. “Shit, hold on a second. You’re way too tall.” Rinda grabbed a chair to jump up on the window ledge, and she motioned for Bastien to come over.

He moved over to Rinda but then stopped. “Tria? Aren’t you going to grab my tie to pull me closer so you can tie it?”

Rinda looked at him, not saying a word as she gauged his reaction. Now that they were seeing each other she was trying to figure out what was him still teasing each her and what was an actual invitation—or request. When she saw Bastien’s eyes falter she quickly lifted her leg behind him, hooking her ankle behind his head to pull him closer. Her leg still around his neck, she whispered into his ear “that’s for amateurs, Tiger.” She gave his ear a loving nibble before she pulled back and unhooked her leg, enjoying the stunned reaction on his face. As her fingers teased along his shoulders she gazed into his eyes. “What do you want, Tiger?” She grabbed each end of his tie and pulled him even closer, and she gave him a playful smile before pretending to get serious.

“So, Bastien. Do you want a basic knot, Windsor knot, or something else?”

Bastien slid his hands under Rinda’s calves and moved closer so she would wrap her legs around him. He had a teasing smile. “I want to look like the Merovingian guy from The Matrix Reloaded.”

Rinda laughed. “When he’s wearing the black shirt and tie, or when he has the red shirt and tie? Two different knots.” 

“The black shirt and tie.”

Rinda rolled her eyes. “Tiger, you already look like that for work. Why don’t you take it down a notch?” Bastien smirked as he leaned between her legs, hands caressing the sides of her knees as she worked the tie. Her eyes focused on what she was doing, but a small smile flitted across her lips.

“A penny for your thoughts, Tria?”

“You’re tickling me. Stop it.”

Now his hands reached under her knees, the spot where Rinda would ruthlessly tickle him. “No, no. Please, stop!” She was laughing as he gave her a devilish grin and slowly slid his hands lower down her legs, hooking his thumbs in her football socks. He purposely pushed down her socks when he did that, finding a new ticklish spot on Rinda’s right calf, but not her left. Interesting.

Rinda purposely knotted his tie a little too tight. “You are such a dick, Bastien.”

Then he reached up to help Rinda down from the window and he held her, not ready to let her go. Not wanting to leave her that night.She looked up into Bastien’s eyes and gave him a smile. “Okay, you’re all set. You look extra unbelievably pretty drop dead gorgeously amazingly good looking and hot. That would be ‘Unglaublich schön tot tot, herrlich erstaunlich gutaussehend und heiß‘ in German Rinda Ramble—more or less, I think.“

“Tria! You remembered all the words and even added in some new ones! I KNEW you thought I was hot.”

Rinda rolled her eyes. “Well, maybe you’re growing on me a little. I mean, it’s not like you’re completely hideous to look at. But you’re still not cute. And NOW . . . you’re Vivian’s responsibility. When she rips this tie off and uses it to tie you to the bed, she better be ready to tie it back into a perfect Merovingian knot when you’re done.”

“Tria, you know I’d never  . . .”

“Okay, when she rips it off and uses it to gag you . . .”

“Tria! Stop! Do you know how weird this is already for me?”

Rinda wiggled away from him, trying to look serious. “Okay, do you have condoms?” Bastien just glared. “MAGNUMS that are geoduck sized, right? I know you liked banana flavored, but they didn’t have any in your size.” Rinda opened a desk drawer and produced a box of MAGNUM BareSkin condoms, a triumphant smirk on her face when she saw Bastien’s eye widen. He blushed, but maintained steady eye contact with her, patiently waiting to see how far Rinda would take this. She didn’t disappoint.

“I wasn’t sure if you preferred ribbed or BareSkin, so I went with BareSkin. You’re enough of a Bastien that you don’t need to rely on ribbed for her pleasure. Now, it’s only a 10 pack, but I think that’s enough to get you through the night? Here, take a look.” Rinda handed Bastien the box, and he saw that she glued a mini picture of a geoduck on the box. It was that annoying picture of the woman holding a geoduck, the one that Rinda showed him the first time he learned that it was a type of clam. And she would occasionally still send that picture to him, just to freak him out or to tease him, asking if he was still more Bastien than the clam.

It was getting harder and harder not to laugh at Tria’s crazy antics.

Fuck. Wrong choice of words. I can tell I’m starting to smirk. Tria is not going to win this one.

“Oh wait, Tiger! I also have a banana.” It was still sitting on her desk from lunch. “Do you need to brush up on a few things? I can hold it while you practice.”

“But Tria, who will hold the banana?” he deadpanned.

Rinda snorted and needed a few minutes to compose herself. She was laughing so hard that she was wheezing--damn, he could always make her laugh—and Bastien started laughing just watching Rinda’s reaction. He won this round, but he had to admit, it was always a win when he could make Tria laugh.

God, Tria was right. I am turning into a goof.

But she wasn’t done yet. “Okay, you’re almost done. Just one more thing . . .” Rinda ran her hands through Bastien’s hair, completely messing it up. “Okay, now you’re adorably good-looking and hot. But still not cute. I can’t let you get a big head.”

“Lorinda Rose, dammit!” She laughed again, but Bastien cupped her face in his hands. He knew she also used humor to deflect in difficult situations. “Tria? Sweetheart, show me your eyes.” He stared into them. They were green and shining because they had been laughing, but Bastien could tell they weren’t that actual luminous green, that special color when she was truly excited or happy about something.

“Tria, I know this isn’t easy for you, and I’m so sorry. But please, I promise it’s you, and no one else. You’re my only Tria. Please don’t ever doubt that.” He leaned in to give her his sweetest, most loving kiss when Rinda suddenly tensed and pulled back. “Tria? Rinda? I’m so sorry. Please . . .”

Rinda shook her head. “No, it’s not . . .” The principal’s voice boomed over the intercom. “Mrs. Parks, Bloomsday in the pick up area.” Rinda immediately whipped open the classroom door and sprinted outside, Bastien right behind her.

[celticheartedfangirl]

My OUAT Rewatch -- S3E9 -- Save Henry

Link to Rewatch Review and Ranking archive

Oh Rumple, you sass master . . . . . don’t ever change.

So this episode -- has lots of good stuff in it.  First of all . . . . that up there.  Quality stuff!

Imp!Rumple’s little “I’m waiting” scene and his sing-song to Regina. 

What I’m pretty certain is, quite possibly, the ONLY known SwanFireQueen scene of the entire series.  (Which actually included a fucking HOOK mention because WTF WHY?????)

PapaFire!!!!!

Neal just wanting to be a DAD to Henry!!!

I didn’t hate this episode.  Those things I liked.  But I had issues with it.  

First let me disclaimer:  I’m not into babies.  I don’t find them cute or interesting so any episode with a baby, for the most part, won’t do anything for me because baby.  I know a lot of people ooohed and aaahed over baby Henry in this one but I am not one of them because I just . . . . . don’t give a shit?  Sorry.  Don’t expect bonus points for baby Henry or baby anyone from ME.  Not gonna happen.  Moving on . . . . 

Issue #1:  Why is Hook there?  He is useless.  He does nothing useful, and the one thing he did of use (sailing the ship) could have been managed by someone else.  Go away.  

Issue #2:  Yes David is upset that Rumple is trapped in a box because now he can’t leave the island.  Let’s not give a shit that Rumple is TRAPPED INSIDE A FUCKING BOX.  So much HERO, David.  

Issue #3:  The adoption.  Now before I get started here -- I’m not anti adoption, so don’t come into my inbox bitching at me about that, I’m not interested.  

I just think that the “legality” of that adoption was complete and utter bullshit.

Since when can Regina LEAVE?  Last season she couldn’t leave -- now she can?

In what world is a legal, LEGIT adoption allowed with no home visit?  None that I know of.  JFC, I know of dog rescues that do a more thorough background check than Regina had to go through to get Henry.

Yes, I know that supposedly Gold did some kind of whatever thing to make this happen.  Again -- HOW?????  

This is one thing I’ve never gotten -- how do the Storybrooke folk communicate with people in the “real world” whenever it’s convenient to the plot?  

I mean, I fully expected that shady as fuck adoption guy to be some Rumple minion or something.  Anything.  Anything that at least erased the stupid.  But nope -- never got that.  

Here, have another Neal/Henry gif.  At least THAT makes sense.  

Points tally:  

40 points to start

10 points for Papafire

10 points for Swanfire

5 points for Swan Queen

10 points deducted because no Belle (seriously I knew GA people that had no idea she was a MAIN CAST MEMBER by this point)

5 points deducted because Hook.  Go away.

25 bonus points added -- all in all, this episode had too many good moments.  It deserves all the bonus.

4 points deducted because of the ridiculousness of the adoption -- can’t let it slide, sorry

Total points:  71

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