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Matched (Alex Blake x f!Reader)

Synopsis: Alex inadvertently matches with you on Tinder, and you decide that’s a sigh to tease her until she cracks

Words: 8.3k

Warnings: 18+, edging, masturbating, overestimation, thigh riding, swearing, mommy kink, praise kink, possessiveness, teasing, age gap, marking

Alex hadn’t known what had made her download the app. The divorce had been finalised and the house had felt big and empty and maybe she’d been feeling a little lonely. She hadn’t even gotten as far as setting up a profile before closing out of the app and forgetting it was on her phone. She’d known, even then, that Tinder was not for her.

So now, with a little too much wine in her and the kind of ache between her legs that her own fingers couldn’t take care of, the app was staring up at her. She figured it would be a bit of a laugh to see what was out there, just out of curiosity. And maybe it would make her feel better about herself to see how many other single women were out there.

Setting up a profile was more difficult than she’d been expecting. Finding pictures of herself she thought she looked good in made her feel disappointed in herself. Writing any kind of appealing bio was a struggle despite her mastery of words. Eventually she gave up, just leaving it as it was rather than nitpicking over it.

The swiping was a fun, almost like a game. The more wine that passed her lips, the more she was enjoying herself. There were so many pretty women out there, and plenty of them seemed interested in someone over 40. Even some of the younger ones.

Sitting in bed, almost ready to sleep, she swiped left on someone. It felt like the wind had been knocked from her. Staring up, smiling in such a familiarly bright way, your face filled her screen. You were so beautiful, grinning up, eyes sparkling. She drank up each photo you’d added, finding something that could only be classified as a boudoir photo at the end.

Her hand drifted down as she stared at it. She hadn’t even realised you were queer, that you’d be interested in women. Her eyes couldn’t look away. Your sultry look into the camera. The skin on display. The lace of your lingerie.

She sighed as her fingers found her heat, circling over her clit. She was already so wet. She might have been looking for someone else’s fingers but just being able to look at you was enough. She couldn’t get enough. There was no teasing for her. She needed it hard and fast, that picture lighting something she hadn’t been expected.

She was a panting mess soon enough, fingers thrusting in and out of her. She could imagine they were yours, smouldering eyes watching as she came undone. It was your name on her lips when she came. In the haze of her orgasm, she swiped right on your picture, locking the phone and rolling over, sleep claiming her.

The next morning, the shame had settled in her stomach but she didn’t immediately remember why. Rolling over to check her phone she saw a notification from Tinder. She wasn’t sure she’d been expecting any matches on the app but to see it with your name attached had her flinging the phone away from her.

She could remember that photo, like it was burnt into her mind.

Crawling over the bed, she found the phone again. Staring down at the notification, her heart rate felt as if it tripled. There was no way to explain it to you. Monday in the office was going to be excruciating. With panic in her heart, she deleted the app, hoping it would make it all go away. No evidence to be found. You’d never know anything had happened.

She did her best to forget about it over the weekend.

On Monday, yours was the first face she saw. You were sitting at your desk, spinning in your chair, only stopping when you say her. Your face lit up. She slunk into her desk, not able to look you in the eye. That picture was still haunting her.

“Have a big Friday night?” you asked, “busy weekend?”

“If by busy you mean drinking wine at home alone, then yes, very busy,” she said.

“Didn’t do any physical activity? No getting hot and sweaty?” There was so much mirth in your voice.

She looked up finally, her cheeks heating when she saw the grin on your face. You lent forward. Her eyes drifted down to the neckline of your shirt before snapping up again. Superimposed over the top was that picture of you.

“Didn’t eat anything enjoyable?”

Her heart thumped loudly in her ears.

“Alright,” she said, “clearly you think you know something.”

“Blake, we matched on Tinder,” you said, laughing, “I do know something about you now.”

“And what do you think you know?” she asked, refusing to let her shock show through. She really had thought you wouldn’t realise.

“That you like girls.”

Your grin was cheeky as hell and it made her want to kiss you until she wiped it off your face. She could turn you breathless so easily. She had to shut those thoughts down or she’d act on them. Turning away was necessary, or you’d see exactly how thin her control was. She did not want to give you that power over her.

Because, if she was being honest with herself, her attraction towards you had started before she’d seen you on Tinder. It had started before her divorce. It had started from almost the first moment she’d laid eyes on you. You’d smiled at her and in that moment she’d known you would be dangerous for her.

“That wasn’t a secret,” she replied, feeling her shoulders tense.

“And I know something else,” you said.

Her eyes flicked up then away from you.

“And what’s that?”

“You’re looking for a good fuck.”

She sputtered but you were barely containing your amusement.

“Clearly it’s something you’re looking for,” she shot back, not confirming it.

“Yup,” you said, no shame in your voice, “I’m not going to pretend like I’m not. I need a good fuck.”

You were going to be the end of her. If you kept saying things like that it was going to lead her down a dangerous path.

She did her best to ignore you for the rest of the day but you weren’t making it easy. She began to notice things she hadn’t before, like how your tongue would tap against your top lip when you concentrated or the noise you made at the first sip of a new cup of coffee. And always, that picture of you was in her mind, just a thought away.

Returning home at the end of the day was a relief, if only to get away from you. You with your knowing eyes, and your tongue, and your stupidly sexy photo on the internet for strangers to look at. You who so easily engaged in casual sex with strangers from an app when she was right there.

Tuesday was worse.

She caught you on your way into the gym that morning, figure on full display in tight clothing. And by caught she meant you’d run right into her, and her hands had landed on your bare waist while she kept you from falling backwards. She had to physically stop herself from focusing on your bare stomach, images of her lips trailing down filling her head.

“Sorry about that,” you said, a little self conscious chuckle passing from between your lips, “just need to work off all this sexual frustration. Unless you can think of an alternative?”

You shot her a wink. Her hands left your waist so quickly it was as if she’d just gotten burnt. She was being good. Sleeping with coworkers was never a good idea but by god you were testing her.

“Blake,” you called when she was already down the hallway. She turned, finding you grinning cheekily at her, “was it the gym selfie that made you swipe right?”

It hadn’t not been that selfie showing off your body and your muscles in the mirror.

She shook her head, continuing on her way. Your laughter followed her the entire way back to her desk.

When you returned, strands of hair stuck to your neck, still wet from the shower you must have taken. The thought of you having been naked in the building somewhere, hot in the shower, steam curling around your slick body, it was making her feel like she was losing her mind. She wanted to lick the water droplets from your neck.

“I was thinking about you in the shower,” you said, breaking her from of her thoughts.

“Oh?” She didn’t know what to think about that.

“About a specific picture of you,” you said, “god you looked so hot in it.”

“I did?” She had no idea what you were talking about.

“I didn’t know you wore glasses,” you said, eyes flicking over her face, “very professor of you. I bet all your students have crushes on you.”

She laughed but the look you were giving her was rather heated and she wasn’t sure it was a joke anymore.

“I would have definitely had a crush on you if you were my professor,” you said, “especially in those glasses.”

“I only need them to read,” she said, “I don’t wear them all the time.”

“You should,” you replied, “it led to a rather nice shower.”

“What led to a nice shower?” Penelope asked, startling Alex. She hadn’t even heard her approach.

“The water pressure here,” you said, not even skipping a beat, “I don’t know how it’s so good here. Way better than in my apartment.”

“Derek has said the water pressure here is weak,” she said, looking confused.

“Yeah, that’s how bad it is at my place,” you laughed.

“Well if you ever need a good shower, my bathroom is always open,” Penelope said, offering you a wide grin.

“Blake was just offering to share her shower too,” you said.

Alex pressed her lips together. The glint in your eye let her know you knew exactly what you were saying. You were playing with her. It shouldn’t have made her heart skip a beat but she was left feeling a little breathless.

While waiting for coffee to brew in the kitchen, she watched you saunter up to her, that same curl of your lips. You lent your hip against the counter, just beside her, close enough to feel the warmth of your body.

“So how come we’ve never seen your glasses before?” you asked, “you read here all the time.”

“I don’t like wearing them in public,” she said, tucking some hair behind her ear, not looking at you.

“Why not? They really suit you,” you said, gently nudging her.

“Yes, I know, you think I’m hot in them,” she said.

“Alex, you’re hot all the time,” you said, “but if you need them you should wear them. Can’t have those pretty eyes being strained.”

When she turned to look at you, you were close enough to see the faint spattering of freckles over your nose. She wanted to trace over them with her fingertip, connect them like a constellation over your skin. You were so beautiful. She had to keep reminding herself you were not hers and she couldn’t have you.

She didn’t even notice you taking the mug from her hands, pouring in the freshly brewed coffee. You took her hand, curling her fingers around the warm ceramic.

“There you go, gorgeous.” Your lips were soft against her cheek before you slipped away.

That moment stuck with her for the rest of the day. The feel of your lips on her skin followed her home. The view of you on your way to the gym. The implication of you in the shower with thoughts of her in your mind. It was beginning to feel like she was being toyed with. Like you were trying to push her buttons.

You were succeeding.

She did her best to gird her loins for Wednesday. Then you walked in wearing a tight skirt, showing off the body she’d been catching glimpses of all week. You shot her a smile as you sat at your desk, one leg crossing over the other. Her mouth grew dry at the picture you were painting before her.

“So, had any interesting matches?” you asked, “beautiful woman like you must be getting plenty.”

“Matches?” she managed to say.

“On Tinder,” you said, “I can’t be the only one. You’re such a catch and your profile… who knew you had that within you, Doctor Blake.”

“I deleted it off my phone,” she said, “that was just a failed experiment.”

“So you’re not looking for some fun?” It was easy to focus on the way your teeth sunk into your bottom lip.

“I suppose not,” she replied.

“That’s too bad,” you said, eyes sweeping over her, “I was ready to put up my hand and volunteer. But maybe you couldn’t handle me.”

“I’ve handled worse than you,” slipped from her lips. Your look of delighted surprise was worth the embarrassment she felt at saying that out loud to you.

“Doctor Blake,” you feigned scandal, “I like this side of you.”

“Oi, you coming?”

You glanced over your shoulder. Morgan was holding the door open, staring straight at you. You shot a wink at Alex before joining Morgan, the sway of your hips entirely too tempting for her. Having you in meetings all day was a relief. At the very least it kept her from staring at your legs all day.

“I like when you tie your hair up.”

It was close to the end of the day and she hadn’t heard you return. Now, bent over, one hand on the back of her chair, the other resting on the desk beside her, you surrounded her. You were talking into her ear, a murmur that sent a shiver down her spine. Turning her head, she found her nose brushing against yours. Your lips turned up in a smile.

“You’ve got such a lovely neck,” you continued, “I like seeing it on full display. It’s like it’s begging to be kissed.”

She wasn’t sure she had an appropriate answer to that.

“You had this wonderful picture of it on your profile,” you said when her silence continued, “your head was thrown back, and your hand was resting right here.”

Your pointer finger traced across the front of her throat, just above her collarbone. She liked the feeling of you touching her skin too much.

“That’s what really got my attention when your profile came up. I might have screenshot it so I could look at it later, in case you unmatched with me. But you never did. Should I be taking that as a sign?”

“I told you, I deleted the app,” she replied, doing anything to end the conversation. She didn’t need those thoughts in her head. You were dangerous.

“Alex, do you even understand how the app works?” you asked, the seductive note turning to humour.

“Of course,” she sniffed.

“So you know your profile is still live and if I opened it on my phone right now you’d be there in my matches still?” You were really grinning at her now.

Your arms were keeping her caged at her desk and she felt frozen under the look you were giving her. She hated to admit just how much she liked it.

“I hope you keep wearing your hair up like this,” you finally murmured, your eyes dipping down, tracing the column of her neck.

The cold that rushed in at your retreat felt like a physical slap. She blinked, having to work at steadying herself. Her heart was racing and there was a throbbing between her legs, and still she could smell your perfume lingering. She packed up quickly and left, going home, a place you had never once invaded. A place free from you.

Thursday felt it should have been safe. At Georgetown all day, there was little chance of seeing you. She could sink into teaching without worrying about you popping up, saying things that made her want to throw you against a wall and show you exactly who you belonged to.

She’d redownloaded Tinder onto her phone the night before. Ignoring all the other matches that had come through, she’d flicked back to yours, eyes scanning over your profile. It was still public, still there for anyone to see. That picture of you in the lingerie had stared up at her for so long she felt like you were watching her that night. And rather than lighting a fire low in her stomach it had lit a fire that made her want to stop anyone from seeing this picture of you again.

She had to admit to herself that she wanted to be the only one seeing you like that.

You’d actually messaged her on the app. She hadn’t noticed that before but the messages from the really early hours of Saturday morning had stared up at her.

Fancy meeting you here, Blake

Looking for someone to help you unwind?

Just know I’m more than happy to offer my services

Especially if you’re bringing that authoritative attitude with you

Trying to read your tone over messaging was difficult. She couldn’t tell if you were being playful or serious about your offer. But you were being unrelenting with your flirting since that night and it was driving her wild.

It was such a bad idea. She knew that. Logically, she knew that. But by god she wanted you with every fibre of her being.

In her final lecture of the day her eyes alighted on the person sitting in the far back corner. You were there, staring down at her, gaze surprisingly heated for a lecture on linguistics. She paused, just for a moment, not noticeable for anyone but a profiler, and the smirk on your face let her know she’d been caught.

Your hands were in your pockets when you sauntered down the steps to her, looking perfectly at ease. She lent against the desk, arms crossed over her chest, watching you. There was something so enjoyable about watching you walk towards her, focused solely on her.

“Aren’t you meant to be at the office?” she asked when you reached her.

“I thought I’d leave early, come see exactly how brilliant Professor Blake is,” you said, “and I have to say, I think my mind has been blown.”

“Learnt something?” she asked.

You nodded.

“Do you want to find out what I learned?” you asked.

“I do love feedback,” she replied.

You took a step forward, close enough to make the entire conversation feel more intimate than it should.

“I learned that you’re the perfect person for dirty talk,” you said, looking up at her from under lowered lashes, “the vocabulary, your voice, the way you express things.”

Your fingers brushed against the back of her hand.

“I bet you could make me cum with nothing but your voice.”

She clenched her fingers at her side, stopping herself from reaching out to you. You were really testing her.

“I could do with a coffee,” she said, not acknowledging what you had said.

“Planning on staying up late tonight?” You were following her.

“Only if we have a case you’re not telling me about,” she replied.

“Is there anything I don’t tell you?” you asked.

“I’m sure you have plenty of secrets.” Her eyes swept over your body and she saw the way your cheeks seemed to heat under her gaze.

The way you followed her was gratifying, making her feel as if she was the one in control again. She needed that, if she was going to be dealing with you and your smart mouth for the rest of the afternoon.

“You’re a really good teacher, Alex,” you said once you were waiting for your coffees at the stand in the quad. She liked her name on your tongue. She hadn’t realised how much until it came with the soft smile on your face when you looked at her.

“You’ve only sat in on one lesson,” she laughed, trying to brush it off.

“Alex.” You sounded so soft, “you’re brilliant. I think every single one of your students knows that. I know that.”

“Thank you.” Her voice was quiet.

It astonished her that you could so easily heat her up and then turn her into emotional goo within the space of a few minutes. It was quite addictive, the way you made her feel, both taken care of and like an object of desire. It had been a long time since anyone had made her feel that way.

Your shoulder bumped against hers as she showed you around the university campus. It was friendly, it was nice. She felt comfortable around you. And the way your face lit up when she pointed something out to you or told you something you enjoyed had her heart beating double time. It was easy to imagine what it would be like to share more of her life with you.

“I think Reid doesn’t think I know how to play chess,” you said on the walk back to her office.

“Why would he think that?” she asked, bemused at the change of topic.

“I always refuse to play with him,” you said, “he’s like a super genius. He’s obviously going to win. I’d rather play something that doesn’t require such big brains to be any good at.”

“So you wouldn’t play with me?”

“I’ll play something with you,” you replied, “how about Twister? I’m very flexible.”

“I’m sure you are,” she hummed, holding open her office door for you, refusing to think about all the positions she could put you in.

You ducked inside, looking over the entire space. She chose to watch you instead. Your face lit up when you saw the plant sitting in the window. It had been a gift from Garcia after seeing how lifeless the office was. Which also explained the fluffy light up pen sitting beside her keyboard. Your fingertips softly stroked along a leaf and it was so easy to imagine that touch on her own skin.

“You don’t have a lot of personal stuff in here, do you?” you said, catching her watching you.

“It’s a work place,” she said, “not my home.”

“So if I want to find out all your dirty secrets I have to receive an invitation to your house,” you said, finger trailing over the top of her desk. She closed the door right as your teeth sunk into your bottom lip.

“You think I have dirty secrets?” she asked.

“I think you’re not nearly so reserved as you pretend to be,” you said, “you certainly suggested otherwise on Tinder.”

“You really enjoyed finding me on there, didn’t you?” she said, a wry curl to her lips.

“I can appreciate a beautiful woman with the best of them,” you replied, “and I could certainly show you my appreciation.”

Your eyes dragged down her body, lingering in places that made it feel as if fire was running through her veins. She took a step towards you and you pushed yourself onto her desk, sitting with your legs spread perfectly for her to slot between them. She wondered what you’d sound like as she fucked you over her desk. Like every dirty thought she’d ever had, most likely.

Her phone vibrated in her pocket. She ignored it until yours chimed. Pulling it out of her pocket she looked down, sighing. Still, the relief coursed through her. The interruption had come before she could do something she knew she shouldn’t.

“We have a case,” she said.

“Of course we do.” You sounded frustrated.

Luckily for everyone involved, the case was located in DC so there was no sleeping in a hotel. Alex, for all her faults, disliked hotels, much preferring her own bed and her own space, private and secluded.

Friday morning you showed up bright and early, sitting in her chair when she arrived. You didn’t get up at her approach, grinning up at her instead.

“Can I help you with something?” she asked, looking down at you.

“You can, actually,” you said, almost bouncing in your seat, “I need your opinion on something.”

“Alright.”

She couldn’t decode the expression on your face but it made her feel as if she was about to regret agreeing to help you.

“Okay, so, do you think I should put this picture on my profile?”

You held your phone up to her. On it, shown in clear quality, was you, kneeling on a bed, in a pretty blue lingerie set. You were looking up at the camera from under lowered lashes, lips painted a bright red. Your hands were behind your back, ropes crossing over your body, looking so pretty on your skin.

Alex found herself staring, unable to tear her eyes away. She’d had no idea you were capable of something like that, and now you seemed to want to advertise it. People would see this. Strangers. People who were not her.

“I was thinking of switching out the other one with it,” you were saying, “you know which one I mean. But I’m not sure if that would be too much, you know? Like, maybe this is an after a few messages type picture.”

She finally looked away, finding you looking up at her with such expectation on your face. It dropped into confusion when you saw the expression on her face.

“What? Don’t you like it?” you asked.

“It’s rather suggestive,” she managed to get out.

“Well, yeah. That’s kind of the point,” you said, “I mean, you have that sexy selfie for the same reason, right?”

“Which sexy selfie?” she asked, not able to remember taking any particularly sexual photo.

“All of them,” you replied

She felt her cheeks heat from your words before her eyes darted down to the photo again. She could still picture the other one, the one that had gotten her into all of this trouble to begin with. The photo that still managed to make her press her thighs together. This was the next level to that. She was never going to recover from seeing you like that.

“You know, I can just send it to you if you want to keep looking at it,” you said.

Her eyes snapped to you.

“Maybe you should,” was her reply.

Your face lit up, shocked at her words but appearing pleasantly so. She watched you navigate through the phone, her own vibrating a moment later. Knowing that picture was just a click away on her phone made her skin feel hot.

The distraction of the case helped cool her down again. The after image of the picture lingered only as long as her ride to the morgue. Even she had limits to her libido and dead bodies killed it.

Your smiling face greeted her when she got back and she was reminded of exactly how enticing you could look. Your hand reached for her, dragging her to listen in as Morgan interviewed a suspect, standing close to her as you watched through the glass. It was easy to lean in to you as she watched. Your fingers closed around her wrist and you gaped.

“What is it?” she asked.

“I know where she is.”

You were looking up at her with such a look of open surprise. Like you couldn’t believe you’d figured it out. The feeling in her heart was so fond.

“Alright, let’s go get her.”

Her hand on the small of your back helped guide you from the room, rushing you towards Hotch. Standing like that in front of him, feeling like a team, all her trust was in you. And that was such a wonderful feeling.

The case wrapped pretty soon after that. She found you sitting at your desk later that night, staring off into space. With her knuckle, she rapped on your desk, your startled gaze meeting hers. The smile your lips settled into was so bright.

“What are you still doing here?” you asked.

“Would you believe I was looking for you?”

“Not even for a moment,” you laughed.

“You weren’t answering your phone,” she said, your eyes snapping back to her, “I thought you might have found someone to spend the night with.”

“Now there’s an idea,” you said, your smile growing cheeky.

“No it’s not,” she growled, just the thought of it making her lose the little amount of control she’d been clinging to. It was time to admit to herself that she didn’t want anyone else touching you.

“It’s not?” Your eyes widened.

She lent forward until she was in your personal space. It was addictive, the way you were looking at her, the way you seemed to be holding your breath. Her eyes dipped down to your lips, only able to hold herself back for so long. She needed you.

“If you’re spending the night with anyone, it’s going to be me.”

Your eyes darkened and the uptick of your lips was enough to have her grasping your wrist. She tugged you to your feet, drawing you close enough until your breath mingled together.

“Grab your things, sweetheart,” she said, “we’re going.”

“The only person who can tell me what to do is the person I’m sharing my bed with,” you said, trying to pull away from her hold.

“Then I have every right to tell you what to do, because you’re coming home with me,” she said.

“Well, alright then,” you said.

You followed her home in your car, no arguments coming from you. Alex questioned her decision right up until the moment you stepped out of your car, your hair down around your shoulders, gaze dark when it rested on her.

“Come here, sweetheart,” she said, holding out an arm to you.

You went to her without question. Her hands grasped your hips, pushing you back against the side of her car.

“If at any time you want to stop, just say so,” she said, making sure you were listening, “understood?”

“Yes, mommy” you replied.

Her heart stuttered in her chest. She hadn’t realised that was something she wanted until you said it. It sounded so delicious in your voice.

She took your hand, leading you to the door. Once you were inside she let her self-control snap. With strong hands she pushed you against the door, her lips finding yours. You moaned into her mouth, fingers clutching at her, pulling her closer until there was no space between your bodies. Her hands were caging you in, keeping you pressed against the hard surface as she took her time exploring your mouth.

You whimpered when her lips began to trail down your neck, marking you as hers. She wanted no confusion. You were spoken for and no one on that stupid app was ever going to have you. You were hers.

Your fingers were in her hair and you were tugging, trying to guide her back to your lips but your skin tasted so good and she couldn’t get enough. You whined her name, practically begging her, breathing shallow, but all she could concentrate on was how much she enjoyed leaving bruises in her wake. How prettily you moaned her name. How much she wanted you.

Her hands were under your shirt, tugging it up, off, over your head. Your breasts were encased in the same pretty blue lingerie you’d been wearing in the photo she’d spent the day thinking about. She groaned into your skin, her kisses trailing down. Her hands were cupping them, her tongue tasting, and you were panting.

Your own hands were wandering, pushing under her shirt, playing with the buttons. She pushed one leg between yours, keeping you pinned, smirking when she felt you begin to roll your hips against her thigh. She pressed with it, listening to the sound of your breath stuttering in your chest.

“You make such pretty sounds for me,” she murmured.

Her fingers dipped into your bra, finding a hardening nipple. You ground down against her thigh as she let herself play with it, circling it as you arched your back towards her. She loved how responsive you were to her.

You were grinding yourself against her leg, whimpering with her lips on your neck and her hands on your breasts. She wasn’t going to stop you, wanting to watch you fall apart. She was desperate to see how desperate she could make you.

The rocking of your hips grew faster, her name falling from your lips more frequently, begging her. The thought of making you cum against her front door was appealing. She liked the thought of you being so needy you barely made it over the threshold before cumming.

And then she had a much better idea.

You were panting, pressing down harder on her thigh, fingers tightening on her. She waited, right up until the moment she knew you were going to find your release, and dropped her knee. Your gasp, equal parts mortified and devastated. You tried pulling her back, your whimper loud in her ears.

“I don’t think so, sweetheart,” she said, pulling out of your hold, “not when you’ve been teasing me all week like you have. You know you deserve this punishment, don’t you?”

“Yes, mommy.” You hung your head.

With a finger under your chin, she tilted your head up until you were looking at her again. She sighed, smoothing your hair back from your face, not enjoying disappointing you. Her kiss was soft, conciliatory after getting you so close then stopping. She liked the noise you made when you kissed her.

“Come on,” she said, taking your hand, “you’re going to clean up this mess you’ve been making all week.”

“I want to taste you, mommy,” you said, looking at her from under lowered lashes.

“I’m sure that can be arranged.”

Your steps were quick, following her up the stairs. Her hands were in your hair and her lips were on yours as she guided you through the door of her bedroom. She wasn’t sure she’d ever grow tired of the taste of you.

“Can I undress you?” you asked, fingers resting on the waistband of her trousers.

“Of course, my sweet girl.”

Your fingers stumbled over themselves to undo the buttons of her shirt. She chuckled, her smile indulgent when your cheeks heated under her touch. She shrugged the shirt off, watching you stare at her, lip caught between teeth, eyes blown wide. You lowered your head, placing kisses over her skin, hands on the small of her back pulling her forward. She sighed your name, head lolling back.

Your hands slid further up her back, unhooking her bra, pulling it off her body. You groaned at the sight of her. For a moment, that same stab of self doubt entered her. You were so young and beautiful and she was a middle aged divorcee. All of that was washed away as your lips wrapped around one nipple, lavishing your attention on it. Your hand found the other, not leaving it wanting. The heat beneath her skin was growing.

Your hand was on the waistband of her trousers, fingers brushing the vulnerable skin of her stomach. Her muscles clenched and you lent back, looking up at her.

“Is this alright?” you asked.

“More than alright,” she replied.

You pushed her trousers over her hips, holding her steady as she kicked them off. With your hands on her hips you walked her backwards until her back hit the wall. Lowering yourself to your knees, you painted such a pretty picture for her, lips swollen, eyes blown wide, and looking ready to please.

Your lips were soft against the inside of her thigh. She looked down, fingers running through your hair, finding your wide eyes looking up at her. Her breath caught. You were so heartbreakingly beautiful and you were all hers.

Your fingers hooked in her underwear, slowly pulling them down her legs. The way you were looking at her was as if you couldn’t believe how lucky you were. Your hands were soft as they skimmed up her legs, pulling one of her left legs over your shoulder. You pressed her back against the wall, your mouth finding her heat.

“Such a good girl, taking care of mommy,” she murmured, fingers tightening in your hair.

You hummed and her entire body thrummed. She watched you watching her as your mouth devoured her, watching her reaction until she was a trembling mess. Her eyes closed, head falling back against the wall behind her. Your nose was brushing over her clit, and your tongue was fucking into her, and as you angled her hips you were able to lick deeper.

You ate her like you were worshipping her, like it was the greatest joy of your life, like you were hoping to be the top of your class for your teacher. She would have been lost if you were ever a student in her class. She would have risked her job for just one taste of you.

She would risk it all for you.

Your name tasted sweet on her tongue as she came on yours. Her fingers tightened in your hair, holding you against her as she let the pleasure course through her body. You were such a good girl, so wonderful, so perfect.

Your tongue lapped at her, cleaning her up, tongue nudging her clit. Her hips jerked forward and she wondered if she should stay there, let you bring her to her high again. She was sure she could spend all day against the wall, you on your knees, worshipping her. She was already addicted to you.

You kept going, so soft and slow, as if you wanted to take your time with her. Spending time until she was a quivering mess above you, melting against you, gasping your name and your praise to the heaven.

And she let you.

You drew another orgasm from her, this time more like ice melting through her veins than going up in flames. It was easier, softer, taking its time until she felt boneless above you. Your hands caught her, slowly lowering her leg from your shoulder.

Her arousal glistened on your chin and she had never seen something so beautiful. With desperate hands, she pulled you up, until she could kiss you. The taste of herself was still on your tongue and it made her want to know what you tasted like.

Her hands were soft as she stripped your trousers from your legs, lingering over each inch of skin displayed to her. The bruises she’d left along your neck were so pretty and your lips gasping her name had never looked so inviting.

“Matching set,” she said, after dragging your slacks from your body, “was someone expecting mommy to take you home?”

“I was hoping,” you said, weight shifting from foot to foot.

“Is this what you’ve been hoping for, darling girl? Is that why you’ve been teasing me all week? Hoping to push me over the line until I reminded you who is in charge?”

You looked so pretty when you were so hopeful, like she was making your dreams come true.

“Yes,” you breathed, “yes, god, please, mommy, want you so bad.”

“Good.”

She sat, pulling your down onto her lap. Your hips shifted and she could see how much of a mess had already been made of you. The wet patch on your lingerie was gratifying. Her lips found your nipple through the insubstantial material of your bra. You didn’t seem to notice as she shifted you, legs either side of one of her thighs. She tensed, pressing up, your groan throaty and deep.

“Go on, sweet girl, since you were so desperate,” she said, looking at you with dark eyes, “get yourself off on my thigh.”

“Want you to touch me,” you whined.

“Oh no, sweetheart. You wanted this so badly, you’ll take what you’re given.”

Your hips began to rock against her thigh, and the thought of you not even getting out of your underwear before your first orgasm was heady. Your hands landed on her shoulders, steadying yourself as you ground down against her. She was sitting back, watching, doing nothing to help you beyond keeping her thigh tensed.

“Aren’t you just the prettiest thing? So lovely to watch,” she said, “let me hear you, sweet girl.”

Your head fell back, baring your body to her. The sight of you, so lost to the feeling in your body, caused by her, was making her want to know all the ways you could moan her name. Your hips were rocking faster, grinding down harder, and your fingers were digging harshly into her shoulder.

“Come on, my darling girl,” she said, “you’re doing so well.”

You made such a pleasant noise. That was something to keep in mind, your reaction to her praise. She could use that to wonderful effect.

“Look at you, so desperate to cum. Making such pretty noises. Not even naked and doing such a good job of making a mess of my thigh.” She hadn’t realised how much she’d enjoy talking dirty with you, “but I’m sure you can do even better. Show me. Show me exactly how much you want me.”

You’d lost your rhythm. Nothing but animal instinct driving your movement as you chased your high. She could watch you forever, in this moment, your desperation dripping from your body.

“Cum for me, sweetheart,” she murmured.

You tensed above her, thanks tumbling from your lips. Such a jumble of words but she got the gist, your appreciation for her allowing you to cum. She liked that too. You knew exactly who was in charge and you were so pretty and so good for her.

You were panting when your head dropped forward, seeking out her lips. She kissed you, a reward for doing so well for her. You pressed yourself closer, skin to almost fully bare skin.

“You did wonderfully,” she murmured against your lips, “such a beautiful girl for me.”

“Thank you,” you said, sounding breathless.

“Lets see how much more beautiful you can be.”

It was so easy slipping the bra from your body, throwing it aside. She couldn’t get enough, her mouth on you, lavishing so much attention on your breasts. She could feel when your breathing stopped, the shaky way your chest rose and fell, the small noise that seemed to involuntarily come from you. Her tongue was on your hardened nipple, circling it, before sucking. Your hip began to grind against her again.

“Oh no, sweetheart,” she said, pushing you off her thigh, “this time I’m going to have my mouth on you.”

She pulled the panties from your body, uncaring of how rough she was being. She guided you back, until you were lying on her mattress. She took a moment, letting her eyes graze over your body. You squirmed, hands reaching for her. She batted them away.

She took a moment to leave a bruise on your inside thigh, in case the matching ones on your neck weren’t warning enough. You were hers.

The first swipe of her tongue through your folds was like finding heaven. She moaned at your taste, your thighs tightening around her head. With soft hands, she pulled your thighs over her shoulders, holding you spread for her.

And then she feasted.

She couldn’t get enough of your taste, of the feeling of you, of the noises you were making. She wanted more, ever more, greedy for everything she could take from you. She took her time, wanting to draw it out, wanting to keep you on that edge for as long as possible. Your desperation was the thing she’d been looking for for so long. It filled her with heat and gratification and desperation of her own. Knowing how much you wanted her soothed her soul. If she could keep you right there, begging her, desperate for her, needing her, then she could die happily between your thighs.

You were begging so earnestly she couldn’t help herself. She was absolutely wrapped around your little finger.

Her name sounded so beautiful on your lips as you came. It was like a drug, making her brain feel hazy. She wanted to hear it again. She couldn’t get enough of you.

Her fingers found your centre, thumb brushing over your clit. Your hips jerked away, your breath stuttering. She chuckled, pressing a kiss to the bruise blooming on your inner thigh.

“You wanted me to fuck you so desperately,” she said, drawing back to look down at you, “don’t tell me you’re about to ask me to stop now.”

“Alex.” She wasn’t sure if the tone of your voice was asking her to stop or pleading her to keep going.

Her finger sunk into you so easily. The strangled noise you made was so delicious, so wonderful. She could just drown in you.

There was no hope of taking her time this go round. Your internal muscles were already fluttering around her finger. All she wanted was to make sure the lesson about who you belonged to stuck. A second finger was added and you were so warm and so wet and when she curled her fingers you threw your head back. It was practically an invitation to sink her teeth into your skin, leaving another bruise behind.

Her lips trailed down, nipping at your collarbone, before finding the curve of your breast again. You arched into her mouth, her name like a prayer on your lips, and there was no doubt in her mind about spending her life worshipping you.

Her fingers pumped in and out of you, hard and fast, lips sucking until you were trembling beneath her. She felt your climax moments before it hit. The way you screamed her name, fingers clutching at her hard enough to hurt, made her head spin. You were so gorgeous in that moment she was ready to pledge herself to you.

“You’re so beautiful,” she murmured, lips still brushing against your skin.

“Alex.”

You were breathless, reaching for her, trying to pull her up. You kissed her, body soft against hers, moulding to hers. You were liquid, moving into all her gaps, seeking out as much of her skin to mould against as possible.

“You were wonderful, darling,” she said, clean hand brushing through your hair.

“Really?” She loved the way you pressed closer to her.

“So good for me,” she said, lips pressing softly to your skin, “you were amazing. I could spend all day doing this with you. And that mouth of yours…”

Her fingers, still slick with your juices, ran along your bottom lip. Heat curled in your stomach when you opened your mouth, sucking them in, tongue chasing your own arousal as you cleaned it from her skin. You were watching her, clearly aiming to please.

“I’m going to run you a bath,” she said, her nose running along your jaw line, “clean you up before I make you dinner.”

“Dinner?” You sounded so hopeful.

“Only the best for you, my darling.”

You rose on shaky legs when she returned, your hand tight in hers. She held you as you stepped into the the bath she’d run, the steam curling off the top of the water. You sunk down in to it, holding out a hand to her.

“Aren’t you getting in?” you asked.

“Do you want me to?” She was surprised you were asking.

“Please.”

She slipped into the bath behind you, legs either side of your body. You lent back, head resting against her shoulder. You turned to face her, nose brushing the skin of her neck before your lips pressed there. The soft sigh that came from you was everything she’d been hoping it would be.

“I hope you know you’ll be deleting Tinder off your phone,” she said, washcloth brushing over your skin.

“Alex, I deleted my profile this morning,” you said. Her hand stilled.

“But you asked about that picture.”

“I just needed an excuse to show it to you,” you admitted, “a final push, as it were.”

It was a moment of stunned silence before a laugh burst from her chest. A smile softened the worried look on your face. She pressed her face to your temple, not able to stifle it. Your own laughter was bright, lighting her up from the inside out.

“No more sleeping with other people,” she told you, relaxing when you nodded, “and no more teasing like that unless you want punishment.”

“If this is punishment then I’ll have to do it all the time,” you replied, settling against her again.

“Oh my darling girl, this was me being nice to you,” she said.

Her fingers on your chin turned your face towards her. She kissed you, long and slow, exploring your mouth until she left your breathless.

“I don’t want anyone but you,” you said when she finally drew back, “since the moment I met you I haven’t wanted anyone else.”

“Then why were you on Tinder?” she asked.

“To work off all the sexual frustration of working with you all week,” you said.

“And now?” she couldn’t help but ask.

“Now I have you to help with that,” you said, “right?”

“Right.”

Your bright smile was lost as she kissed you again. And again. And again.

#alex blake #alex blake x reader #alex blake imagine #criminal minds #criminal minds imagine

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leo-fie · 4 months

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Progress Pride Flag Quilt Block Pattern & Tutorial

Don't you just love the flag of our people? Do you have an inner grandma that years to make stuff? Do you want to combine these two things and make a queer quilt?

Well, I've got you.

Behold the pattern! And my lack of graphic skills, so I drew it on paper!

Basically it's a bunch of rectangles, one half square triangle and a fuzzy cut circle. I don't know shit about quilting and I was able to come up with it. Why Centimeter, you ask? Because I'm German and that's what I'm familiar with. Why weird measurements and not jelly rolls and layer cakes and stuff? Because I'm German and quilting is not really a thing here.

Onto the tutorial!

You'll need:

A scrap of fabric of red, orange, yellow, green, blue, purple, black, brown, light blue, pink, white each

additional fabric for the border

Cutting mat, quilting ruler, roll cutter

sewing machine

thread

pins

double sided interfacing

iron and ironing board

fabric sheers

compasses

Step 1: Cut everything. Duh. We'll take care of the circle later, don't worry about that now. The half square triangle is exactly what it sounds like. A square and then you cut it diagonally. That's why I didn't give the length of the hypotenuse.

(Note: I'm making two blocks at the same time, that's why there's so much fabric. Also this is a middle of the night project, hence the lighting.)

I'm using all kinds of different fabrics, different weights and drapes, some stretchy, some transparent, so I needed to interface some of them.

Step 2: Sew the rainbow together. 0,5cm seam allowance on everything, that's exactly the edge of the foot on your machine. Double and triple check that everything is facing the right direction before sewing. The seam of yellow and green does not get sewn fully, only 21,5 cm! That's important later! Also backtack there. Don't forget to iron.

Step 3: Sew the strips to the half square triangle. For this you have to switch between the sewing machine and the ironing board constantly. Attach the shorter strip diretly to one side of the HST, iron it open. The second strip of the same colour gets attatched to the other side of the HST and the first strip. Look at the pictures closely if you're unsure how that works. Also the strips are longer than the triangle. We'll square that up later.

All strips attatched will look like this. See how the two strips meet at the tip!

Step 4: Cut the rainbow part to size. The seam between yellow and green is 22cm long. The shorter seam from before and some seam allowance. The outsides of red and purple are 44,5cm long. You will cut a little triangle from every single colour. Do this slowly and carefully. Maybe your fabrics have stretched a bit (mine did). Don't worry, it will be ok.

Step 5: The Y seam, part one. Y seams are tricky, but there's only one for this block. So put your straps part on your rainbow part and line them up so that the tip of the strip part overhangs the seam between yellow and green. Remember that it's not about the edges of the fabric, but where the seam will be. So position the strap part so that the 0,5cm seam will meet the yellow-green seam.

But don't sew all the way! Leave 0,5cm at the tip!

Step 6: The Y seam, part two. Now, fold both the rainbow part and the strips part in half and if you've done the last step correctly, the remaining two edges will allign. Pin and sew.

I can't explain it better than I've done here, I'm sure there are tutorias out there. Good luck!

Step 7: Square up. Iron your block to that everything is nice and straight and flat. Then use the fabric edges of the red and purple to cut the remaining ends of the strips. Use the HST to cut the white. Be careful, the long side of the triangle is on the bias and likely stretched a bit.

I already added borders here. I'm making a pillow case.

Step 8: Fuzzy cut and raw edge applique. Double sided iron on interfacing is essentially double sided tape. It has two types of glue, one gets activated by 2 seconds of heat, the other by 5 or so (depends on the product). The second side is also covered with a paper that needs to be removed before the second glueing. Read the instructions of the product you are using!

Use your compasses to draw a circle on the protective paper side of the interfacing. Cut it out roughly. Then place it with the rougher side on the backside of your purple fabric and iron for 2 seconds on middle heat. If you've just ironed your fabric before and the ironing board is still hot, wait for it to cool down. Also let the fabric cool down after applying. Then cut out your circle. The interfacing will have stiffened the fabric, so that shouldn't be a problem. Then remove the protective paper, place the circle on the yellow triangle where you want it and iron for 5 seconds. Let cool.

And you're done! The applique at this point is only secured with the interfacing, but it should hold fairly well. The quilting will secure it further.

And that's it. BTW, did you know that this design was made by Valentino Vecchietti for Intersex Equality Rights UK in 2021? Now you do. Happy quilting!

#lgbt+#lgbtq+#lgbtq community #pride flag #progress pride flag #valentino vecchietti #quilting #quilt #quilt block #quilt pattern #quilt tutorial #sewing #sewing machine #sewing tutorial #sewing pattern

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flightlessangelwings · 2 months

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You Should See the Other Guy

Frankie Morales x gn!reader x Benny Miller (Messy Pile of Affection Universe, but can stand on its own)

Word count- 2.2k

Warnings- s.mut (18+ ONLY!), queer thruple, protective!Frankie, Benny fighting in the ring, established relationship, oral (m receiving), threesome, riding, fluff

Notes- Getting this in just in time for the Triple Frontier Anniversary Event! Thanks for hosting this @triplefrontier-anniversary @romanarose @for-a-longlongtime! And while this fic is written purposefully with a gender neutral reader for this event, please be aware that the entireity of MPoA is a fem reader. But this fic can also be read on its own too! Enjoy!

@flightlessangelwings-updates is my update blog so please follow that and turn on post notifs to stay up to date on when I post new things!

Benny felt the adrenaline rush from the cheers of the crowd. Sweat dripped from his face and his muscles strained as he gave everything he had to take down his opponent. It was always a rush for him, and he loved what he did, even if decent fights that brought in money and prestige were few and far between these days. But, there was something else that motivated Benny lately. Two somethings, actually. And he felt the two pairs of eyes trained on him even when he couldn’t see your faces.

Your hand stayed clutched in Frankie’s as the two of you watched your boyfriend in the ring. This wasn’t new for you- Benny and you had been a couple for some time before Frankie joined you. Even though you hated to see him get hurt, you knew this was what Benny wanted, and you supported him fully. As you came to watch more and more of his fights, it became a little easier for you, and you knew he could handle himself.

“Plus I always have my baby to take care of me anyway,” Benny would say when you worried for him more in the beginning.

A smile came across your face as you thought about his words. But, you felt the strain of your other boyfriend’s hand in yours, calling your attention. Taking a lull moment in the fight, you broke your gaze away from Benny to Frankie and you noticed the way his jaw was clenched tightly, every muscle in his face strained with tension.

“Hey, Frankie,” you tugged his hand to get his attention, “You alright?”

“Fine,” he replied in a reflex as he glanced over at you. Frankie softened his expression when he saw the worry in your eyes, “Fine,” he repeated in a lighter tone, “It’s just… It’s different now. You know?”

“I do,” you gave him a soft smile, “I know,” your tone was hushed as you rested your head on his shoulder, “He’ll be alright, Frankie,” you reassured him.

The tension in Frankie’s muscles melted slightly under your touch, and you felt him relax a little. In front of the two of you, the fight went on and the crowd roared around you as Benny knocked out his opponent. Both you and Frankie leapt for joy as your boyfriend pranced around the ring in victory.

Benny’s heart jumped in his chest as he caught a glance of you and Frankie nuzzled together in the front row. He wished he had his phone so he could capture the moment forever, but it would just have to live in his memory. He winked at the two of you and blew a quick kiss before he turned to receive his prize and got swept away from the rink.

“Shall we?” you asked Frankie as you gestured towards the locker rooms.

Frankie nodded, “I’ll go meet Ben in the locker room while you get the car.”

You kissed his cheek, “Meet you guys outside,” you mumbled in his ear with a smirk. It had become the new routine for the three of you, and Frankie settled in with you and Benny quickly and comfortably. As if he was meant to be with the two of you.

But something was off with Frankie today. You could sense it before you walked away, but you decided now was not the time to bring it up. Besides, Frankie had seemed a little tense in general lately, and you and Benny already had a plan in mind to help him with that…

“Hey Ben,” Frankie called into the locker room as he stepped in. His nose scrunched when he was hit with the overpowering smell of sweat, but he shrugged it off with a shake.

“Babe!” Benny lifted his arms up in victory, “I can’t seem to lose when you two are around! My lucky charms!” He closed the space between their bodies and pulled Frankie in for a hug, kissing his cheek when he was close.

“Yeah,” Frankie mumbled as he held his boyfriend close, feeling the sweat from his chest and the blood dripping from his nose, “Ben…” he scowled when he broke away enough to get a better look at his face, “You’re gonna break your fucking nose one of these days.”

“Hey, Frankie, relax,” Benny shrugged off Frankie’s concern, “You should see the other guy,” he chuckled.

Frankie’s face remained in a deep frown. He had seen the other guy, and even though Benny was the winner, his face didn’t look like it.

“What?” Benny let out a nervous laugh when he noticed Frankie’s face didn’t change, “You worried I’ll get too ugly for the two of you and you’ll leave me?”

“That’s not it and you fucking know it,” Frankie snapped back.

The worry in his face made Benny pause for a moment as he realized just how much Frankie worried for him now that they were together. You had worried a lot when you first started coming to watch his fights too, but as time went on, you either had more confidence in him or you got better at hiding how scared you were. Benny wasn’t sure which it was.

Seeing the drop in Benny’s face, Frankie let out a sigh, “Nevermind,” he waved it off, deciding not to push the subject any further, “Let’s go and celebrate your victory, baby.”

Benny’s face lit up, “Hell yeah! That’s my babe!”

“Frankie!” Benny’s voice called from the bedroom.

“Could you come here?” your voice added.

Puzzled, Frankie quickly made his way into the bedroom where he was frozen in his tracks by the sight that greeted him. You and Benny knelt together on the bed… with nothing on your bodies. Frankie’s blood rushed through his veins as his skin warmed and his cock instantly hardened.

“What….?”

“You’ve been a little tense lately, Frankie baby,” you purred as you rose from the bed and reached for his shoulders, “And we thought… You could use a little something,” you smirked as you massaged his shoulders for a moment before you tugged at his shirt.

“Baby…”

Benny followed suit and took his place on the other side of Frankie, “Here,” he joined you in removing his clothes, “Let us take care of you this time, babe,” he whispered as he placed a feather light kiss right under Frankie’s ear.

Frankie breathed both your names as he found himself stripped nude and led to the bed. His mind swam as his perspective flipped from his two partners laying him on his back on the large plush bed.

“You spend so much time worrying about everyone else, Frankie,” you spoke softly.

“That you need yourself taken care of,” Benny finished the thought.

“Fuck…” Frankie whispered as he watched you and Benny position yourself on either side of him. You moved down between his legs, parting them to make yourself comfortable. Benny trailed a hand along his skin as he moved towards his head, cupping his face with his rough, calloused hands.

You let out a whimper as you settled yourself right above Frankie’s cock, rocking your hips up and down along his length. Frankie gasped at the contact, and his cock twitched underneath your body. Benny’s eyes caught the movement and he stayed transfixed on your body as your hips glided along your boyfriend’s fully hard cock.

“Shit babes,” Benny murmured, “That’s so fucking hot!”

A giggle escaped your lips as you leaned forward and took Benny’s lips with your own. His hand lazily stroked his cock with one hand while the other still caressed Frankie’s face. Hearing the muffled moans of your kiss, Frankie opened his eyes and watched as you and Benny tangled your tongues above him.

He groaned at the sight before his gaze fell to Benny’s cock just inches from his face. Involuntarily, Franie licked his lips and darted his tongue out to touch the tip, which made Benny whimper into your mouth. The two of you broke away so Benny could look down at the way Frankie’s tongue swirled around the head of his cock.

“Fuck…” he groaned before Frankie took him completely into his mouth.

Benny let out a loud moan as his boyfriend’s warm, wet mouth engulfed him. You watched in awe as the two boys settled comfortably and connected together. For a moment, you were still as you watched Benny’s cock appear and disappear in Frankie’s mouth. But, you had a part to play in this too.

Carefully, you hovered your hips over Frankie’s cock and slowly, you lowered yourself onto him, his thick length penetrating you from below. The sharp gasp you let out echoed in the room as you felt the familiar stretch as you lowered yourself inch by slow inch.

If it weren’t for Benny’s cock in his mouth, Frankie’s own groan would have harmonized with yours. But, it was muffled, with only short gasps and pants escaping around the thickness in his mouth. Benny let out a growl as he watched his one partner’s cock disappear into his other partner. He knew his own cock twitched in Frankie’s mouth, as his heart fluttered similarly.

When your hips met Frankie’s, you let out a deep exhale. Opening your eyes at the sound of your name, you were met with Benny’s gaze piercing into you, and it made your heart skip a beat in your chest. The two of you stayed frozen for a moment before you both started to move at the same time, in perfect rhythm with each other without any words needed.

Frankie groaned and moaned underneath you as you rode him. Benny’s hips rocking in the same rhythm as you did, and between the two of you, Frankie became overwhelmed quickly in the best way possible.

You leaned forward a bit, driving Frankie’s length deeper into you while your hands landed on his chest. You kept the same rhythm, lifting and lowering your hips while you squeezed his chest. Frankie’s moan reverberated around Benny’s cock as he felt you knead and tug at his pecs, adding to the sensations he already felt.

A muffled moan came from underneath you, and you knew by the way Frankie tensed that he was close.

“You gonna cum for us now, Frankie baby?” you purred.

Benny’s own rhythm stuttered at your words, “Shit…” he groaned, “Say that again, baby.”

You smoked, loving the way the two strong men bowed to you at times, “You gonna cum too, Benny baby?”

“Fuck yeah,” he growled through gritted teeth as he drove his cock deeper into Frankie’s mouth.

Frankie in turn grabbed Benny’s hips and held him close, encouraging him to give him all he had. All the air left your lungs as you watched both of them fall apart before you. Benny came soon after, spilling himself into Frankie’s mouth with a loud moan and string of curses. The room spun as you watched his eyes roll back into his head while Frankie held him close.

You picked up your pace, feeling the heat build in your own body as Frankie’s cock hit that sweet spot inside you over and over again. But, you wanted to feel him fill you up first, and your jaw clenched as you saved off your own orgasm. Tonight was about Frankie after all.

It didn’t take long for you to get your wish, and through a muffled moan, you felt Frankie fall over the edge. His one hand flew to grab onto your hip as he bucked his own hips up and spilled himself deep inside you. Benny pulled out to give Frankie some air, and the scream immediately filled the room with his moans and groans.

“Fuck!” you cried out as you couldn’t hold yourself back anymore. Clenching your inner muscles around Frankie, you came hard, your entire body trembling over him as you rode out both your orgasms together while Benny watched in awe.

Unable to hold yourself up any longer, you collapsed down, slipping out of Frankie in the process. Benny also flopped down on the other side of Frankie, both your bodies framing his own on the bed. None of you moved for several moments, all of you taking the opportunity to catch your breaths.

You were the first to move, rolling onto your side to watch your boys in the low light, “You look better, Frankie,” you giggled as you watched the afterglow light up his face.

Without opening his eyes, Frankie grinned, “You should see the other guy,” he peeked one eye open to catch Benny’s own smirk before he closed them again.

Benny only laughed as he leaned forward and kissed Frankie’s temple tenderly. He then leaned more to kiss your cheek. You returned the gesture, kissing both your boys before you settled in Frankie’s one arm embrace. Benny settled on the other side. You and Benny tangled your legs together over top of Frankie as the three of you made yourselves comfortable.

“Hey babes, I…” Frankie started.

“It’s ok, Frankie,” you cut him off.

“We know,” Benny added.

Frankie’s smile only grew wider. You both knew how much Frankie cared, and how much he worried for both of you. And you both appreciated it. You all felt safe with each other. And while sometimes emotions almost became overwhelming, it was from a place of love. For as long as the three of you had each other, everything would be alright. As long as the three of you had your large king size bed to come back to.

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starshipsys · 2 months

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🛰️okay it is kind of concerning that a lot of pro-palestine quickly turns into antisemitism. Like, you guys have to be really vigilant and really pay attention because there’s a lot of people who have a lot to gain from shoehorning antisemitism into pro-palestine messaging. And I’m pretty sure a lot of people do not even understand what Zionism even means when they say they’re antizionist, and honestly if you aren’t super well researched about it then you really should just say you’re pro-palestine without talking about Zionism/antizionism. I mean it really stands to reason that if you don’t know what you’re talking about then you shouldn’t really talk about it, and if you’re not Jewish and aren’t close with any Jewish people and aren’t a historian, you probably don’t really know as much about Zionism and Israel as you think you do. And if you’re not close with any Palestinians then you probably don’t know as much about Palestine as you think you do.

There has been a huge uptick in antisemitism and it’s really scary. If you haven’t seen the uptick in antisemitism, then you are blind, and you are not listening to Jewish people. If you are wishing death upon zionists, that is antisemitic. Wishing death upon any specific group of people is targeted hatred. A lot of the people who say things like “hating deviant behavior will be co-opted to target all queer people” don’t seem to apply that logic to “hating zionists can easily be co-opted to hating all Jews” like. If you’re not constantly examining everything to check for antisemitism, you’re probably being complicit in it, not noticing it, or at worst, spreading antisemitic rhetoric. We say stuff like “it’s not enough to be not racist, you’ve gotta be antiracist” and that applies here, a lot. People are spreading antisemitism under the guise of being pro-Palestine. It is happening. People are trying to turn support for Palestine into hatred for Jews. You need to support Palestine more than you hate zionists, or Israel, or the IDF/IOF, and you need to be wary of anyone who is trying to get you to hate anyone. Hatred is ALWAYS the enemy. Ideas and rhetoric are more dangerous than any person. The pen is mightier than the sword.

To be clear, I do believe Palestine deserves to be free, and I do believe there is a genocide going on in Palestine against the Palestinians. It fits the definition of a genocide. But calling it a second Holocaust, comparing Israel to nazi germany, these things are antisemitic and dangerous. It’s Holocaust inversion. And if you don’t know what that is, you really, really, really need to look up the methods of antisemitism. I’m usually extremely conflict averse and normally I just reblog stuff without saying things, but this is really important. People need to research antisemitism so that they can be pro-Palestine without inadvertently enabling nazi rhetoric. Don’t spread nazi noise. You need to pay attention. I am afraid. I’m afraid for the Palestinians going through this horror, and I’m afraid for the Jews who are being targeted by bad faith actors that are disguising themselves as pro-Palestine activists. If someone is knowingly spreading antisemitism, they don’t care about Palestine. If someone is knowingly spreading antisemitism, they want Jews dead, and they’re not going to stop there. If someone is unknowingly spreading antisemitism, they’re giving Nazis a way in. Nazis want all of us dead or under total and complete control. Including the Palestinians that you’re trying to free! Do not spread nazi noise. The Nazis are still here, and they didn’t go away when ww2 ended. They went into hiding, and they’re trying to use this to make a comeback.

So please, double-check, triple-check, quadruple-check that post before reblogging, before spreading it to other platforms, before using its rhetoric in your arguments. Read up on antisemitic methods. Research the dogwhistles that nazis use. Pay attention to the imagery and symbolism. Follow the antisemitism tag. Make sure you’re following and listening to Jewish people on some platform. At the same time, make sure you’re following and uplifting the voices of Palestinians. And remember, this is not a simple issue, the history is not simple, and you probably don’t know as much as you think you do. I guarantee that unless you’re Israeli or Palestinian, you know next to nothing. So if the people you’re listening to aren’t the Palestinians themselves, and if the people you’re listening to aren’t Jewish people worried about the uptick in antisemitism, then the people that you’re listening to might have an ulterior motive for what they’re saying. Think critically and question everything. Please don’t let anyone trick you into promoting violence against Jewish people.

Free Palestine 🇵🇸

Please donate to Palestinian causes if you can and don’t forget your daily clicks. Keep boycotting and striking and protesting. If you’re American, please join the “uncommitted” voting protest to pressure biden to urge a ceasefire. But, if you’re going to spread messages about freeing Palestine, the Palestinian genocide, and especially antizionism, you need to research antisemitism so that you can catch it, and you need to proactively and very intently make sure your spaces are not antisemitic. And if you’re going to protest, watch out for nazi symbolism, and call it out when you see it.

#antisemitism #free palestine

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10 best byler proofs by me

10. The cast, especially David (who knows the ending) and Finn (who might know something), are always so happy talking about Byler. They wouldn’t be if Will ended up dying alone as a sad gay. Also no one likes milkvan except maybe Millie unless she’s acting… Caleb even said ”Lucas and Max’s love is real unlike Milkvan’s”.

9. Mike has been queercoded throughout the whole series. Especially with queer colors, he spent s4 dressed as a gay pride flag. Also bi and pan colors are associated with him. Also Ted’s ”our son with a girl?” and everything Eddie said about forced conformity etc

8. Byler parallelling other romantic ships like Jancy, Jopper and Lumax. I’m not listing examples because there are SO MANY! (Also Milkvan parallelling all the platonic/dead ships)

7. Mileven being bones. We have nothing that shows their actual, deep love they’re ”supposed to have”. We don’t know what Mike loves about El and what El loves about Mike. We don’t know what makes them a compatible match romantically. We only know things that don’t make them compatible: El feeling the need to lie to Mike, Mike feeling embarrassed of his nerdy self with El, El feeling unloved by Mike, Mike feeling inferior to El…

6. The desert scenes. The triple take ofc, but also the car roof top convo with Will (jancy parallell). Will is talking about how it’s scary to say how you really feel because what if they don’t like the truth. And Mike NODS. If the truth was that he loved El exactly like El wanted, El would like that truth. So what is the truth Mike is worried that El doesn’t like…?

5. Mike’s monologue. He had to be pushed by Will to open his mouth. He lied about him loving her at first sight. He copied the t-shirt part from Eddie. He kept saying she’s his superhero which El doesn’t wanna be. He didn’t include anything personal about El and their relationship after the t-shirt thing… Also El didn’t seem to like what she heard and their love didn’t save the world. And they didn’t even talk after it. And while filming it they didn’t focus on just the couple (like they did with byler in s2 shed scene) and they let Finn improvise as if it wasn’t that important (as important as the van scene…)

4. Mike would be so poorly written if he wasn’t into Will and I don’t think the Duffers would just ignore his character. Also all the lip glances and heart eyes wouldn’t make sense.

3. Byler/Milkvan contrast. When Will was gone and they found his ”body”, Mike heard Will breathing in a radio channel and believed he was alive. He didn’t rest for a second, he did everything he could to find him. When he thought El was dead, he didn’t go looking for her, even tho a couple times he actually saw her. Also in s3 when Milkvan had a fight, Max said Mike will be crawling back to her begging for forgiveness in no time. Instead Mike laid on a sofa and ate and complained. When Byler had a fight… well we all know what Mike did then.

2. Mike and Will’s relationship has always been different from other friendships. They’ve said it themselves (”pls don’t tell the others, they wouldn’t understand”, ”Hawkins is not the same without you”, ”you make her me feel better for being different”). Also their scenes together have always been a big deal (van scene took an entire day to film, crazy together was written before s1 was even filmed) and they are shot in a really romantic way (music, lighting…)

1. In the beginning of s3, Will said to Joyce that he’s not gonna fall in love. That made his arc about romance. We know now that he already fell in love, but he doesn’t believe it’s requited. If s5 goes from ”i don’t think he loves me back” to ”he doesn’t love me back” we get literally nowhere and the entire storyline (since s1) would be useless and waste of time and money. They wouldn’t make Will suffer 4 seasons and then suffer some more. So believe me when I say it goes ”I don’t think he loves me back” to ”He does love me back!”

I wish you all a very merry byler endgame in s5! 💚

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Say hello to Triple Sec, out June 4, 2024 from Simon & Schuster! (Art by Petra Braun.)

It’s queer! It’s poly! It’s cocktails!!! Official synopsis below the cut.

A jaded bartender is wooed by a charmingly quirky couple in this fresh and sizzling polyamorous rom-com, set in the exclusive world of high-end cocktail bars—from the acclaimed author of the “tender, decadent, and sparklingly funny” (Lana Harper, New York Times bestselling author) Chef’s Choice. As a bartender at Terror & Virtue, a swanky New York City cocktail lounge known for its romantic atmosphere and Insta-worthy drinks, Mel has witnessed plenty of disastrous dates. That, coupled with her own romantic life being in shambles, has Mel convinced love doesn’t exist. Everything changes when Bebe walks into the bar. She’s beautiful, funny, knows her whiskeys—and is happily married to her partner, Kade. Mel’s resigned to forget the whole thing, but Bebe makes her a unique offer: since she and Kade have an open marriage, she’s interested in taking Mel on a date. What starts as a fun romp turns into a burgeoning relationship, and soon Mel is trying all sorts of things she’d been avoiding, from grand romantic gestures to steamy exploits. Mel even gets the self-confidence to enter a cocktail competition that would make her dream of opening her own bar a reality. In the chaotic whirl of all these new experiences, Mel realizes there might be a spark between her and Kade, too. As Bebe, Kade, and Mel explore their connections, Mel begins to think that real love might be more expansive than she ever thought possible. With TJ Alexander’s signature “witty and insightful voice, complex characters, and full-throated celebration of the joy of queer community” (Ava Wilder, author of How to Fake It in Hollywood), Triple Sec is a passionate, thirst-quenching love story that will have you asking for another round…or three.

You know the drill, folks!! I am asking/begging you to please spread the word and help me out. This book is a VERY different kind of romance and I am desperate for it to find its audience. Here are some ways you can help me:

Pre-order. I know, I know, June 4 is forever away but it really is the biggest thing. Pre-ordering is a gift to yourself and to authors who would really like to hit some kind of bestseller list some day. If you don’t want to pre-order now, consider putting a note in your calendar to buy it on June 4?

Add the book to your GoodReads or Storygraph TBR.

Share my pinned posts on Instagram or tumblr.

Tell your local bookstore or library (or both!) to stock this book.

Thank you, thank you, thank you! Next round’s on me.

#my books #queer books #queer romance #f/f/nb #polyamory #poly romance #poly rep #tj alexander #romance novels #romcom

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I am begging you, watch Kipo and the Age of Wonderbeasts.

This show is so slept on, but lemme tell you - it’s good. The show has a plethora of good racial, queer and neurodivergent representation, and it’s just good.

Legit none of the main characters are white. We have Kipo, the main, who is half-Black and half-Korean (ignore her pink skin) and her crew Benson and Wolf, who are both Black. Benson’s love interest is Latino/Asian. In fact, if I’m correct, the most important white character in the entire show is the main antagonist for season 3. Edit: why the hell did I write black twice.

(Spoilers in this paragraph) A side character, Asher, who is in seasons 2 and 3, is canonically non-binary. I can’t remember if their pronouns are used in-show, but the creator confirmed it on Twitter. On top of this, Benson’s love interest I mentioned? Yeah, his name is Troy, and he’s canonically pansexual. On top of this, Benson actively comes out in an episode where Kipo asks him out; “I like you as a friend...because...I’m gay!” Very sweet episode.

While there are no canonical neurodivergent characters, Kipo is heavily adhd-coded. Wolf has clear trauma from her “family” and the abuse she went through. The show tackles racism (in a way), abandonment, betrayal, found family and healed trauma from families.

Now the plot. The story is a refreshingly original tale of Kipo, a girl that lived in an underground city her whole life. This is because “the surface” has become overrun by “mutes”, animals that have doubled, tripled, quadrupled or plus in size. They can also think, talk and scheme - and they hate humans. However, when Kipo is thrown to the surface with no hope of getting back home, she has to work with what she’s got - which is a small but angry Wolf and a flaky but loyal Benson. And a whole lot of mutes that would like her head on a stick.

Last thing - the cast is actually pretty star-studded. Kipo is played by Karen Fukuhara (Kimiko Miyashiro, The Boys - Glimmer, She-Ra and the Princesses of Power - Katana, Suicide Squad). Seasons 1 and 2 antagonist Scarlamange is played by Dan Stevens (Matthew Crawley, Downtime Abbey - The Beast, Beauty and the Beast - Alexander Lemtov, Eurovision; the story of Fire Saga). And Dave is played by comedian Deon Cole, who was also in Black-ish at a point. Edit: probably the biggest name, at least to me, is the side character Lemieux, portrayed by Grey Griffin (Azula - Avatar, The Last Airbender, Moon and Jackie - SVTFOE, Ice Queen - Adventure Time, Masha - The Owl House, and many more).

Honestly, this show is so good. Please please please give it a shot. If you like Amphibia, The Owl House, Hilda or SPOP, watch it.

Okay final edit I promise: The soundtrack fuckin slaps. Apologies to everyone in the tags pointing out that I missed it

#kipo and the age of wonderbeasts

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JATP Season 2 Wishlist

that i wrote in my notes app back in:

and realized i never posted it here? tbf i'm rarely on tumblr. but because i really miss them rn i want to share my ✨ brainrot ✨ that i had back when i thought they were getting a renewal.

Carrie Wilson

she was my biggest flaw in Season 1. I wish her "redemption arc" is fleshed out more in Season 2; give her either more context & backstory to validate her reason for unnecessarily antagonizing Julie, or screentime to properly address how she's just projecting an emotion completely different into bitterness and anger into Julie's recovery

show particularly her earlier dynamic w/ Flynn and Julie? Maybe as Flynn calls her out, we'd get flashback glimpses prior to Rose's death (maybe even Double Trouble temporarily being Triple Threat 👉🏽👈🏽)

for some reason i'm picturing a scene where she's in her dance studio (she has one in their mansion, of course) practicing some of her Dirty Candy routine when she keeps messing up and not in the right mindset to keep dancing. i feel like the best (maybe easiest but whatever) way to guide the audience into her artist mind is to make her be a perfectionist. in frustration, she blows up for a minute before slumping onto the ground and reminisces her fun times with Julie & Flynn

also when you have her develop, please don't make her lose her femininity and the bubblegum pop music, it's great

Old Songs Resurfacing

it'll prove how detailed & thorough you are as a screenwriter if you pay off the songs mentioned in Season 1 in passing to be actual songs in Season 2

Unreleased: Get Lost, Long Weekend, Crooked Teeth, My Name is Luke, and if that riff from the scene in EP. 5 that spurred on the Bobby reveal isn't from one of these songs, add that too

Demo Album: Late Last Night, Lakeside Reflection, In Your Starlight

Willex

imagine your queer couple gets to have their first kiss first than your het main couple, not only will that settle Madi & Charlie's statements about being uncomfortable in doing a kissing scene and maintaining the priority of Juke's emotional over physical relationship, it would also make an powerful statement

Reggie's Character Arc

i know that he initially had an arc that involved a romance with Flynn but because of the ages of who they casted, they scrapped it and didn't have time to rewrite the scripts for him as filming neared, so they have time to adapt to how jeremy portrayed him for season 2: a lovable dork who craves familial love

since there's a possibility that lifers can now see the boys, maybe some found family trope for Reggie and Ray Molina?

he has pretty much formed a parasocial relationship with him at this point

so why not instead of a love interest, Reggie can have his character arc develop & we see his family before thru flashbacks and paralleling those in the current times because he sees Ray as a father figure

picture this: it's raining, Bobby opens the garage door to the sound of knocking, the boys find Reggie soaking wet and out of breath when he tries to say he doesn't know where else to go then the boys immediately figure out another fight in the Peters household happened. Reggie tries to talk again when Alex (because even though they're the airhead-sarcastic duo, they know they love each other) runs up to hug him and tells the other he doesn't have to say anything

cut to a freshly showered Reggie, quietly watching tv with Bobby, Luke, and Alex in the garage, eating whatever

also a solo acoustic country song, pls. just to make him happy

The Aftermath of the Deaths

for both the boys and Rose

we get parallels about how Bobby dealt with trauma and grief to Julie

like, the reason why the clothes are still in there (are to have costume changes for the boys) is because Bobby immediately moved out of the house (therefore also the garage) and left the clothes there because he couldn't bear to burn it, or visit the boys' houses to break the news to their families and return the clothes, or donate it somewhere so he just...left it. it would make for a more solid reason (for costume changes) and an emotional context as to how Bobby really tried to forget them because it was "easier."

it would also make sense why Carrie and Julie ended up friends. Rose probably was there for Bobby when they discovered what happened at the alleyway, so they stayed friends over the years and had their respective families but still kept in touch, (bonus points if absolutely nothing romantic happened between them! yay to normalizing platonic male-female relationships) and why Rose would immediately think of Bobby's three late bandmates to send for Julie when she was on her deathbed

Bobby never really "moved on" (because grief is a really complex thing). it's showed that he has a therapist and everything, and this could definitely have some aftereffects on his daughter. Carrie growing up seeing her father be this amazing rockstar but a negligent father and only showing love in ways she doesn't need (like riches and fame and connections to the music industry) because he's actually a really lonely man on the inside and no one can see that except for Bobby's spouse and Carrie. it'd explain why Carrie is spoiled, and other negative character traits that Carrie has on the surface

it's even why Bobby changed his name to Trevor: 1) Bobby is so closely associated to Sunset Curve and it's an absolute pain to be reminded of that every day, 2) it's a stage name and artists really do get that

More Worldbuilding

they already had some pretty creative concepts/ideas in the first season, so why not expand/expound on them a bit more

the instruments are attached to their souls that's why the boys at first can only touch them, like how Willie's skateboard and helmet are attached to him

which is why when they attach themselves to the world of the present, they gather up energy and focus on touching tangible things like the picture frame

this may follow the logic toward the end where they are finally able to touch Julie because she has become attached to their souls. emotionally.

More Creative Collaboration

i believe in the principle that when a story is finally released/published/told to the world, the world shares it. this is also visible in film/tv where when the scripts are finished and actors receive them, the story becomes part of theirs to work on. which means that they have some sort of autonomy over their characters' motivations, a chance to be heard of their ideas and pitches, and why some certain scenes wouldn't work, etc etc. it doesn't just become the director's story nor the screenwriters'.

the actors' ideas such as Perfect Harmony and their solos from Nothing to Lose are great because they let them in. they took risks, and it paid off incredibly well. more of that please. have them be a part of the writing process, (also the story), but never forget what made the music production great in the first place. be coherent and don't be like others that let too many hands work on one piece—it will lose its sound, its identity.

Julie Knowing

that Nick is possessed by Caleb. ohmygOD. hear me out.

the same S1 ending will play somewhere in 2x01, but it will be revealed that Julie was watching through the window the entire time and when she opens the door to receive the flowers, that last look she gives him is actually her scheming.

determined to get Nick back, imagine The Promised Neverland's level of mindgames Julie could play with Caleb because we already know our girl's smart

Free Willie Willie's Freedom

since the boys feel indebted to Willie's help, they insist on helping him too with getting rid of Caleb's stamp

maybe through his connection with Alex? or maybe Willie's family or friends who are still lifers (which is unlikely but either way). he needs to be saved !!

Song Sequences Ideas

juke counter melody duet like Rini's "Even When/The Best Part," Shane & Mitchie's "Wouldn't Change a Thing," or dodie & Jon Cozart's "a love song/a non love song"

emotional carrie ballad paired with lyrical hiphop choreo

willex song - i absolutely have no idea where this could go directionally but maybe alex on an acoustic guitar with a really soft sweet tune

reprises of S1 songs but in the complete opposite of their original style (the fandom's lonelier All Eyes on Me version, i see u)

nick guitar solo - just because Sacha actually plays, idk how it'd fit in to the plot yet but hey

Nothing to Lose (Reprise) - back in the '90s, a producer manipulates Bobby to sign a record deal to become a star but on one condition: disassociate himself with Sunset Curve, to which he first declines until he slowly gets persuaded. (sort of like Todrick Hall's So Lucky to Be You meets Lyn Lapid's Producer Man)

"So how about it, Bobby Shaw? Do we have a deal?"

"Trevor."

"I'm sorry?"

"Call me Trevor Wilson."

i'm pretty sure someone made an animatic with this idea too but i cannot for the life of me find it !!

7. Season 2 starts the same way as Season 1 does before the opening song plays

Black screen that reads a text "Hollywood 1995"

a pan down to the Orpheum's overhead sign that reads "SUNSET CURVE SOLD OUT"

cut to the interior with Rose finishing up her cleaning when a stage manager calls out: "Sunset Curve!" to which Bobby abruptly stops his pacing back and forth to look up. he and Rose look at each other. music swells until...

cut to him running onto the alleyway, "are they still not finished eating? those gluttons are dead to me i swear—" he cuts off his own words when he sees the boys getting dragged onto stretchers. but we, the audience, don't see it. just a close up of bobby as the ambulance lights reflects his face. rose comes up behind him, still clutching their t-shirt.

[i honestly have no idea if Bobby should get on stage because it just proves Luke's theory of The Orpheum's opening bands eventually becoming big & successful so it'll explain the Trevor Wilson fame even though at first he only did it for the boys, or if he shouldn't because according to the article Julie googled he ran away immediately after they were pronounced in the scene] but either way, this is how the opening starts.

then it progresses to Rose and Bobby respectively having children so they could parallel each other blah blah

8. Julie plays a simple song on the piano while the guys watch her in awe

Storytelling through Props

let's dive deep into Rose's luggage/suitcase and use the props to head for Julie's emotional attachment with them

they already did it with the wardrobe: Rose wears the black leather vest in the pilot while Julie wears the same thing in EP 6

add depth to the characters' relationships like us finding out Julie's multilayered necklace is actually a gift from Carrie or something

SOYON ANN YOU'RE A GIFT FROM GOD. Bobby's necklace is present in both young and old!him

**Rose in flashback scenes should be wearing clothes we've already seen Julie in Season 1 just for greater effect.

The Bobby Conflict

definitely needs to be brought up again by Season 2; they only discarded somewhere in the middle because more pressing matters like the boys' existence blipping away was pushed to the forefront of the story

however, The Bobby Conflict changes. it'll be cleared up that he was offered a record deal as a solo artist by a manipulative producer. and given that the poor boy is only 17 (too, maybe), he agrees. what he doesn't know is the contract's fine print: giving up Sunset Curve's royalties

that information clears it up to the audience and the band, so the conflict becomes this: Bobby's Survivor's Guilt. god wouldn't that be so good tackling that in a kids'/family show.

#julie and the phantoms #jatp #julie molina #reggie peters #luke patterson #alex mercer #carrie wilson #bobby wilson #trevor wilson #willie #bobby shaw #ray molina #carlos molina #rose molina #flynn taylor #uranus

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Roy x Jamie x Keeley & Roy x Jamie fic recs - Part 3

Part 1 is here

Part 2 is here

These recs cover the fics I’ve read from about 6/19/23 - 11/23/23, but some of them were written earlier. Sometimes there are spoilers for the fics themselves in the descriptions/quotes, but not too many. (They're all happily-ever-afters anyway. 🥰)

Roy x Jamie x Keeley:

Heart Trouble - MoreThanSlightly (cadignan) - Ted Lasso (TV) [Archive of Our Own] 7k. Set post-S3-fist-fight at Keeley’s. She asks them to reenact their fight and basically physically shoves them together in a NOW KISS situation. It’s fantastic! Roy working through his feelings, figuring his shit out in the moment - with lots of help from Keeley. Keeley directs R & J, and then she kicks them out to shower, and they still get kebabs and talk about their feelings.

family, right - jedusaur - Ted Lasso (TV) [Archive of Our Own] @jedusaur 3k. Jamie and Keeley go to a Pride parade with Phoebe and the team. Roy stays home and bakes them a rainbow cake, because he wants to be private about that kind of thing. It’s all very sweet! (No pun intended.)

There are so many quiet people Roy could have fallen in love with.

Triple blend - Dancey96 - Ted Lasso (TV) [Archive of Our Own] 7k. Holy SHIT, this is fantastic. An OT3 fic set right after Keeley kicks them out in S3. Roy and Jamie go to the kebab shop and talk about what she meant by “mixing their coffees.” The feelings and the way they take care of Jamie and just everything about it is so perfect. This could be canon.

Jamie licks the corner of his mouth, tongue poking out as he smirks at Roy. “You’d have sex with me, then?”

“Oh, for fuck’s sake,” Roy groans.

“That I was queer?”

Roy snaps his head up to look at Jamie. “You can’t say that.”

“Yes, I can,” Jamie says. “We’ve reclaimed it or whatever. That’s the word I use.”

“What are we gonna do with this one?” she asks.

“You tell me,” Roy offers, fingers scratching at Jamie’s scalp absently.

“You’re gonna make me come too soon, is what your gonna do,” Jamie manages to get out, teeth clenched under the strain of staying still.

we start and end as one - Chapter 1 - FlYiNgPiGlEtS - Ted Lasso (TV) [Archive of Our Own] 8k. An OT3 established relationship fic where Roy and Jamie get in a fight after Jamie is asked to come back on Love Conquers All (he says no, obviously). I love a good fight and make up fic! The last chapter with the convo between Roy and Jamie is so great.

the body of someone you love - goodmorninglovelies - Ted Lasso (TV) [Archive of Our Own] @goodmorninglovelies42 2k. OT3 h/c where Jamie gets rear-ended by Colin when leaving practice. He gets stitches and Roy is all pissy because he only knows how to express his worry as anger. Then he and Jamie fight a bit. Keeley draws Jamie a bath at home and Roy apologizes. It’s lovely!

Roy x Jamie:

so afraid that time will take it all from me - LikeAMovieIOnceSaw - Ted Lasso (TV) [Archive of Our Own] 10k. A really good fic about Roy being gay. Starts from when he was little through all the Ted Lasso seasons, basically. Kind of an AU/rewrite. The scene where he and Jamie finally kiss at his house is really, really sweet. Roy starts crying because he’s so overwhelmed and didn’t think he could allow himself to have this. Also some cute stuff with Phoebe like Uncle’s Day and Roy and her going to the England match. I’m always impressed by Roy fics because the man will forever remain a mystery to me.

let your hook be always cast - Literatus - Ted Lasso (TV) [Archive of Our Own] @literatus-ao3 25k. The fic starts when Jamie joins the team. There is SO much good pining, from both of them, although Roy doesn’t get it yet. And there’s a good amount of angst because obviously Jamie’s loved him forever and Roy treats him like shit when he first gets to the team. Then Roy starts to have sex dreams about Jamie, and they’re hot. Jamie is also super cute with Phoebe. He’s her favorite player and there’s a cute scene where Roy introduces them, and Jamie suggests they play a little football.

“Her mum is bringing her around in thirty minutes, and you’re going to be nice and fucking charming and you’re not going to upset her. If you do, I’ll rearrange that pretty fucking face of yours.”

Jamie blinks at him slowly. “You think I’m pretty.”

absolutely definitely nota - Chapter 1 - talkfast - Ted Lasso (TV) [Archive of Our Own] 12k. Roy watches Lust Conquers All with the yoga mums. Sort of a speed run/AU of S2 and S3 where Roy hugs Jamie after his fight with his dad, and starts training him much sooner (I think). [Stefon voice] This fic has everything - Magic pancakes, tunnel hugs, Jamie finding out Roy watched Lust Conquers All and being self-conscious about his nails being painted on the show, Jamie painting Roy’s nails, the yoga mums meeting Jamie then making Roy a cake about it, and a tandem bike gag gift!

The moment feels too gentle. Like Roy should set the volume to maximum and startle Jamie awake.

He doesn’t do that.

Instead he just fucking sits there until Jamie shifts and stretches out his limbs with a hum. Jamie blinks blearily at the ceiling and turns towards Roy without lifting his head from the couch cushion. When he sees that Roy is still there, his mouth curves into a sweet smile.

Roy’s heart stops for a second.

I could be violet sky - liesmyth - Ted Lasso (TV) [Archive of Our Own] @liesmyth 9k. Sadist Roy and accommodating Jamie written by one of the best authors out there! Jamie finds out Roy gets off on hurting him. Everything is consensual. In the end they talk more, and Roy admits he likes it even more because Jamie isn’t into pain. But Jamie likes it when he slaps him because it “means he’s his.” ROMANTIC BDSM MY BELOVED.

That’s kind of a trend—after Roy’s rough with him, he likes to hover, oddly solicitous, and Jamie’s not above taking shameless advantage. If Roy really wants to attend to his every need, then good for him—Jamie’s got plenty of those. He sends Roy running round the house to get him freshly squeezed orange juice or Jamie’s favorite pillow that he left in the bedroom, and Roy tells him to fuck off but he still does it, and always tilts down his chin to accept a kiss.

“I can be great all the time. Watch me.”

“I’m always watching you.” Roy’s voice is raw, frightfully open. “Leave me no other choice, do you?”

Roy Kent's Dramatic but Inevitable Jamie Tartt Induced Bisexual Awakening - chelicerata - Ted Lasso (TV) [Archive of Our Own] 8k. This is part 1 of a lovely set of fics. Roy kisses Jamie when they’re on the couch after he makes dinner for them, they fool around, and then Roy freaks out a bit and Jamie leaves. There is a little bit of angst here! Eventually Roy apologizes (after talking with Keeley about bi stuff), and then R & J have dinner and fool around but this time with feelings! Poster talk. Light D/s. All things that are good.

The thing about him and Jamie - the worst part, the absolute worst part, the part he thinks about when staring up at his ceiling at four in the fucking morning is that Roy doesn’t just want to fuck Jamie, and doesn’t just want to be his friend again. He wants to kiss his stupid pouting face and tell him what a good job he’s doing and fucking cuddle with him at night and sink his teeth in and never, ever, ever let him go.

“I’m not doing anything to fuck up my star player,” Roy says, aware that he’s being completely fucking mental about it.

“Your star player, am I?” Jamie looks immensely pleased and at least a little turned on.

Roy Kent's Long and Incredibly Fucking Irritating Coming Out Saga - chelicerata - Ted Lasso (TV) [Archive of Our Own] Part 2 of the above fic. 10k. Established relationship from Roy’s perspective. The process of coming out to various people – Phoebe, Georgie and Simon, etc. This fic is so gorgeous, and you already know I’m impressed by Roy meta!

“You’re… out?” The words feel awkwardly shaped in Roy’s mouth, like he’s mimicking lines that he’s only seen in films, lines that shouldn’t belong to him.

better than dreaming - Literatus - Ted Lasso (TV) [Archive of Our Own] 16k. Get-together fic. Jamie buys Roy a Garmin watch and it tells him every time Jamie jerks off (via his wrist). Lots of talk about how Jamie used to be obsessed with him (which I love!). And Roy telling Jamie he can keep a house key. And Roy wanting more than sex. And just!!! So many lines in this made me want to scream with happiness.

“Easy,” Jamie soothes, like he’s coaxing a skittish animal. “Bet you’ve not been wanking. Probably afraid you were going to think about me, right?”

Roy’s skin heats. “Shut up.”

“I think about you,” Jamie says, conversationally. “Have done for fucking years. That poster on my wall I told you about—we had a beautiful relationship.” His eyes are dark and lovely. “I had this fantasy ‘bout you.”

Roy could fall asleep like this, standing up and with Jamie in his arms. “I don’t yell at you.”

“Yeah, you do.” Jamie presses in closer, dipping his head so that his entire face is pressed into the curve of Roy’s neck. “Like it though. Makes me better. Feels like you care.”

There’s so much to unpack in that, too much for when there’s Phoebe in the other room. So he spreads his palm across Jamie’s back instead, letting it settle right between his shoulder blades while fighting the urge to dip the other beneath his jacket to touch skin.

where it goes from here - Literatus - Ted Lasso (TV) [Archive of Our Own] A 12k fic where Jamie gets hit in the butt with a ball, and that leads to them getting together. FULL of fanboy Jamie (he gets fucked in the trophy room). The dialog is really good, and the ending is so sweet. Roy tells Jamie he wants a proper relationship. This particular bit has been stuck in my head ever since:

“I’m…a lot. I don’t mean to be, but I’m…Keeley said I’m suffocating.”

“I’m not Keeley,” he says, relaxing, happiness spreading through him and making his toes tingle. “Fucking suffocate me, coach. More suffocation.”

run it up - immordelle - Ted Lasso (TV) [Archive of Our Own] 16k. Roy accidentally becomes Jamie’s sugar daddy. Or rather, he shows his love through gifts. This is one of those fics that I read basically having to stop and whisper-scream into my hands, it’s so good.

The cologne, the necklace, the way everyone at Richmond and every journalist at their press conferences know, without needing it to be said aloud, that Jamie is Roy’s pet project. He’s been Roy’s this whole time.

“Are we going shopping?” he asks. […]

“I’m taking you shopping,” he corrects, and Jamie’s eyes widen.

7 for Roy x Jamie. Also, I adore your writing! ❤ - do i dare disturb the universe (tumblr.com) A tumblr ficlet by @reinvent-and-believe where Georgie teases Roy for being like two years younger than her and she also teases Jamie about his crush on Roy when he was younger. Love at first sight! Pure fluff. <3

A Sure Thing - smashthatlikebutton - Ted Lasso (TV) [Archive of Our Own] 14k. Jamie meets the yoga mums. Fake dating, kind of. I usually don’t like fake dating that much, but I read this and OH BOY I’m so glad I did! Roy brings Jamie to yoga night, and when the ladies assume they’re together, neither Roy nor Jamie corrects them. When Roy calls Jamie “love,” … I will NEVER RECOVER. This has the feel of a romance novel in the best way, I don’t know how else to describe it.

“Uh, no thanks,” Jamie says, looking at Roy for permission first. As though Roy would let him drink on this diet, let alone in the run-up to the Everton match. Christine raises her eyebrows at the two of them, like ”I didn’t know the two of you were like that.” Roy is incredibly surprised when Jamie flushes all over, “It’s not— he’s my— it’s part of my training.”

Jamie stares at him. “You’re nothing like him, you know that, right? You’re not an arsehole. Well, you are, but not in that way. You’re nice, even. In your own way.”

Roy isn’t choked up. He is not going to cry. He stares straight ahead of him and blinks rapidly.

a little of what's going on - Literatus - Ted Lasso (TV) [Archive of Our Own] A 10k fic where Roy convinces Jamie to do coke at Ted’s going away party. The hotness and the sweetness are truly cranked up to 11 here.

“Oi,” Jamie laughs. “How d’you flirt then? Is it all—I’m Roy Kent, fuck me?” “Let’s find out,” he says, lowering his voice and leaning closer. Jamie freezes, eyes wide as Roy’s voice turns into a velvet rumble. “I’m Roy Kent, fuck me.” Jamie whimpers. “You prick.”

“You’re fucking important to me. Muppet.”

Jamie huffs a laugh, hands fluttering light and hopeful against Roy’s side. “You love the Muppets.”

I love you, Roy thinks, but he’s not going to put that out there. Not now.

suffering, the optional pain - Literatus - Ted Lasso (TV) [Archive of Our Own] 10k. Fuuucking Christ, I loved this one. This one might not be for everyone because it isn’t that fluffy, but ohhh boy, if it’s your thing it’ll hit just right. I love a fight within an established relationship, and this one doesn’t shy away from Roy being a bastard and really snapping at everyone. Roy fucks up his knee when playing with Phoebe and gets real pissed about it. Treats everyone like shit for days. Yells at a player, snaps at Phoebe when she runs into him and it hurts his knee again. Jamie has to set him straight. Bottom!Roy, D/s, very mild dub-con.

“I deserve a fucking medal for putting up with you. Fucking hard work, you are. Making everyone walk on eggshells around you. It’s rude, is what it is. What the fuck am I going to do with you, huh?”

Gen:

Something to be said - macaronicism - Ted Lasso (TV) [Archive of Our Own] 6k. A really great fic from 2021 that deals with post-Man City stuff. Jamie’s nervous to go back to practice and face the guys, but he does and it’s all fine. He talks to Sam and Ted and finally Roy. It’s all very sweet and protective and really well done. This needed to happen in canon!

Lemons and Lavender - LivingProof - Ted Lasso (TV) [Archive of Our Own] 8k. A Jamie h/c fic from 2021. He ends up in the hospital and at first his dad shows up and is a piece of shit, then Roy and Ted show up and save the day. It’s SO precious. It’s technically gen, but it could be read as pre-slash. The writing is fantastic. Fuzzy Jamie written in a believable way.

Letting go, holding on - Chapter 1 - macaronicism - Ted Lasso (TV) [Archive of Our Own] 8k. Another amazing h/c story that is technically platonic. Set after the finale. Roy apologizes to Jamie about the beer date thing being about Keeley. Then finds out Jamie is planning on talking to his dad, and tells him he’s against it. Lots of emotional h/c! Jamie stays the night at Roy’s in the spare room and gets some good sleep, and Roy gets Ted to come over the next day and talk to Jamie more about his dad, etc. <3

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