#I got all my prep work done so I'm pretty much in the clear

[braveburned]

pov your college professor roleplays five nights at freddys in their spare time

[odessa-2]

Titbits and analysis 🖖

As promised, some more titbits from the Con yesterday in Melbourne as well as my interpretations. Prior to attending yesterday, I told myself to keep an open mind and attempt to leave any biases behind (even after having seen the funeral pics). Clean slate. To try and view Sam, the event, questions, and subsequent behaviours objectively.

I'm the sort of person who feels energy and is affected by it and in some ways governed by it. The energy of people, both individually and collectively. The energy of a group. I tend to couple this with objective analysis, which forms the basis of my conclusions about people and situations.

I applied this method yesterday in attempting to understand and view Sam, the OL money 💰 machine and everything else. I also just wanted to go there and bask in the audience and enjoy myself....and....I did like it Jamie.

So first thing I noticed off the cuff was how experienced Sam was in handling questions, and the women, and tailoring his behaviour to suit their desires. He was charming, charismatic, approachable, a skilled professional. I saw the veneer. I felt the veneer. I also saw and felt that he is a pretty decent bloke under that veneer. A man with a solid work ethic, who is mild mannered and working with purpose in his life.

I observed that his handler or Convention agent or whatever he is, Steve, was in full control. He managed Sam's performance in a sense. He asked the questions and even set the directions for some answers. Sam is controlled. I didn't like Steve. I didn't get the best vibe off him. Infact, I got a bad vibe off him. I observed that everything was a performance. Scripted to a large degree. The Single Sam narrative was pushed by Steve. Hard. It was a performance. That much was clear to me.

So Sam chose to mention that he was in Austria skiing 2 weeks ago....blah blah...something about singing a Ronan Keating song. So the script tells everyone nice and early that he is NOT with Caitriona ✅️

Later on in the panel, he mentioned that he "was at the theatre in London the week earlier" watching a play. Huh? Getting his timeline confused? Interesting titbit, I thought. Who would he go to the theatre with whilst in London? Who else likes to go to the theatre? Who have we seen him go to the theatre with before? Ding ding ding!!

One of the first things he spoke about (umprompted) and imo was part of his speaking program, was that Caitriona is back home in Scotland doing prep work and will be directing this season. He said that he spoke to her recently and that she is cold and miserable back home. No one seemed to give a shit. The women were there for their Jamie. Sam read the crowd. He understood.

Sam tried to bring Cait into the conversation again saying something like "Where's Claire?....Caitriona isn't here". Again crickets from the audience.

He said that he auditioned with a lot of Claire's, but they couldn't find the right fit and that nobody was as brilliant as Caitriona.

It sounded like he genuinely missed her.

He spoke of his audition with Cait, saying they were very physical and were almost wrestling each other. He said he was sweating all over her and that his sweat was on her. The crowd still only wanted to hear about their Jamie. I think Sam relished in being cheeky in saying that she wore his sweat that day.

Someone asked about "how do you kiss and make out with a costar and then just carry-on. Isn't it awkward"? Sam responded generally initially, saying that there's lots of checking in with the person and apologising afterwards (in a joking fashion). Then that prompted him to start talking about Cait saying that he has also "snotted" all over Cait and exchanged many body fluids with her (in an acting context presumably)and that there's nothing really left to do together that they haven't already done. I was like "whoooaa wtf Sam?". Shooketh that he said that really. The silence from the crowd was palpable. They really didn't want to hear about Cait and Sam and their shared bodily fluids whilst 'acting'. He is THEIR fantasy man. Not Caitriona's. Silence from the audience. Sam already knew that the crowd were Sam onlies but he loved telling this story. Relished in it imo. He loved the double entendre. It was an unrehearsed, unscripted conversation as it resulted from an audience question. I concluded it was an act of defiance on his behalf. That's what it felt like to me.

Steve the convention agent guy, was always bringing it back to Single Sam. "I worry how are you going to get a date" said Steve. With Sam understanding the prompt ...."I worry too" says Sam. Bachelor narrative secured ✅️

Steve spruked the Bachelor narrative again to Sam's thirsty and adoring fans....."Sam you remind me of that old show where everyone has to guess which bachelor is going to come out of the mystery door". And that's when I knew with 100 percent certainty that the bachelor talk was a ruse. It was so contrived and performative. I smiled to myself. The women in the crowd were eating it up.

Another thing that stood out to me was when Sam was searching for the right terminology when talking about Cait. "My......co star" huge pause.

"I love you Claire" is the line he randomly chose to say when explaining his acting.

When asked how he has time to foster friendships and spend time with his family he talked around it. Avoided the question and kept it about his friendships saying that they are strong friendships that endure. He diverged and started talking about how he still has his core friendships that he had when he was bunking and sharing an apartment/house with them in London when he was younger. The veneer was up. Inpenetrable.

At another point in the panel Sam asked "How many Sheila's are there here"? LOL. I found that amusing.

Now this next part captured my attention the most. It had a weird feeling (energy) around it . Sam gave off a weird energy. Almost hostile. Again that's just what I felt.

Someome from the audience named Toni with an "I" was selected to ask a question. I can't remember what the question was but Sam made a really big deal about her being named Toni. "There's always a Tony have you noticed"? Why is there always a Tony"? He said. He didn't want to drop it. He placed a little too much emphasis on it. I was laughing silently but Sam's double entendre didn't go unnoticed by me. Everyone else was clueless or at least that's how it appeared to me. Was that an Easter egg dropped by Sammy?

Asked about what does he do for self care, he seemed to struggle answering that too. He talked in circles about his way points hike and how he's learning how to live in the moment. There's that wall again.

There were many other things discussed of course but I thought I'd focus on the things that shed light on his situation and that resonated with me.

So my closing Analysis? Sam is controlled. He peforms. He caters. He's intelligent and in tune with people and aims to please but is private. Sunday just reaffirmed and solidified my beliefs. Caitriona snatched up that hard working gem of a man quick smart!

[lovelyhan]

For svt hard thoughts what about perv!seokmin panty sniffer 🫣 like I imagine him just stuffing his face under your skirt, nose pressed against your panties, just jerking off to your scent alone… imagine him just being SO desperate but you have work to do, at your laptop at home so he’s just under your desk…pressed against the sink while you do the dishes…until you give in and just let him devour your pussy bc he’s being so distracting….ok bye hope that’s ok 😅

20:32 — SEOKMIN

Anonymous said: Hi, maybe dokyeom and tongue fucking for the hard thoughts?

oh my god you're both diabolical.... the image these asks painted in my head 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 seokmin is def the type to be so pussy drunk he'd live between your thighs forever if he could. anyway, this ended up becoming a little Long bc.......i ended up needing perv dk more than i should 🫠

cw: pussy fixation 🥴

you love your boyfriend. he's the kind of guy your mother would be delighted to know her daughter is dating. someone who promises your father that he'd have you home by nine.

seokmin is the epitome of every green flag in a relationship and you'll never really get over how lucky you are to have someone like him in your life.

but there's a little something about your oh-so perfect boyfriend that both of your parents are better off not knowing about.

"seokmin."

you attempt to suppress a groan when you feel the gangly man nudging your legs apart beneath your desk—chuckling to himself as he hikes your skirt up your thighs.

"baby, if you really didn't want me snooping around like this, then you would've worn your lounge pants instead," he chuckles and while you considered giving him a lecture about how clothes are not an invitation to get felt up by your boyfriend, you can't make a convincing argument when that's exactly what you were hoping for.

there might've been an ulterior motive for your choice to forego lounge pants like seokmin said. you might've been pent up all fucking day, wanting nothing more than to have his mouth on you.

but thank god seokmin is a big enough pervert that you don't even have to feel embarrassed for being as needy as you are.

however, as much as you want him to just push your panties to the side and make you come on his tongue, you actually have work to do. you make that very clear to your perverted boyfriend as he presses his nose into the gusset of your underwear—breathing in the scent of budding arousal as he mutters something along the lines of, "fine, but i'm staying right here."

you should've told him to just wait for you in your bedroom while you get this report done. because right now, you're much too distracted by the way his face never strays too far from your clothed pussy.

one of his hands paw at your inner thighs as he greedily sucks in your scent through his nose. judging from the slick sound of something wet and sloppy coming beneath the desk, you're pretty damn sure that seokmin is jerking his leaking cock in his fist—pretending the tight grip of his fingers is your sweet cunt instead.

long story short, you got zero work done that evening—too fascinated with the sight of your needy boyfriend coming into his fist as he sniffed you through your goddamn panties.

it happens again when the weekend rolls around. you and seokmin just got home from a quick stroll at the market when you decided to wash the vegetables you purchased so you could prep them for lunch in half an hour.

you weren't even halfway in washing the carrots when you feel your boyfriend drift behind you—lithe fingers trailing up the hem of your short sundress as he gropes your ass a little too lovingly to be considered dirty.

"i couldn't stop staring at your legs the whole time we were out," seokmin whines into your ear, pressing fleeting kisses along your neck as his hands trail further into your center. "want you to smother my face with pussy so bad, baby. you didn't let me last time."

"that's because you worked me up too much," you complain but make no moves to reprimand him when he sinks to his knees—flipping the hem of your dress up as he nuzzles the cushion of your panty-clad ass. "you think i had the patience for you to go down on me when i could have you rail me with your cock instead?"

seokmin chuckles breathlessly, taking the waistband of your underwear between his teeth before dragging the fabric down your hips with the help of his hands. you waste no time stepping out of the offensive garment—arching your back so you could present your glistening slit to your perv of a boyfriend.

"as much as i love feeling you come around my cock, nothing compares to getting a taste of this sweet pussy," he sighs before smoothing his hands across your thighs to part your folds—making you shiver at the sensation of the cool kitchen air against your cunt. "you always taste so good for me, baby. if it was up to me, i'd eat this pretty cunt everyday."

"liar," you huff. "just last night you said you'd do anything to have your dick inside me for the rest of your life."

"well, i'd also do anything to have your pretty pussy on my mouth for the rest of my life," seokmin argues but before you can rebut, he licks a long stripe from your clit all the way to your leaking entrance—making any sort of argument turn to dust in your mouth as your hands grip the sink tightly.

"good?" your boyfriend asks, and you don't have to face him to know that he has a shit-eating grin on his face.

feeling the last dregs of your self-control finally slip away, you move to press your arms against the edge of the sink for more stability—pressing your head against your wrists as you feel your cunt pulsing with need.

"just get on with it."

"what was that?"

throwing him a dirty look over your shoulder, you say, "lee seokmin, if you don't make me come on your mouth in the next five minutes, i'm banning sex for a month."

now that catches his attention–making seokmin peek from under the skirt of your dress with a scowl. "not even oral?"

"yes. now get on with it 'cause the clock is—oh!"

of course your boyfriend's sex-crazed brain is quick to act at the threat of having his pussy eating privileges revoked. seokmin flattens his tongue against your cunt, making come hither motions with his fucking tongue in a way that drags against both your clit and puffy hole.

your legs tremble with each pass across your folds but seokmin doesn't have any plans on letting you take it easy. he pins your hips against the edge of the sink to keep you from squirming, sucking and slurping your juices before easing two fingers easily into your slick entrance. the intrusion makes you gasp, bucking your hips against his hand as he continues the merciless assault of his tongue.

"f-fuck," you whimper, walls squeezing around his digits as you focus on the feeling of his sinful tongue against you. "baby, feels so good, shit."

"yeah? turn around for me, sweet thing," he murmurs into your pussy and you bemoan the loss of his fingers when he slips them out of you. "hop on the counter and spread these pretty legs for me."

the vegetables are long forgotten as you do as you're told—half-lidded gaze trained on your boyfriend as he stares at your spit-slicked cunt like it's a national treasure.

"fuuuuuck," he sighs, pressing breathy kisses along your inner thighs as he adjusts his position on the floor. it must be uncomfortable as hell, squatting just to get his face leveled with your pussy, but seokmin is anything but a quitter. "can't believe this sweet cunt is all mine."

the next thing you know, he's diving back into you—the sharp curve of his nose pressed against your clit as he crams his tongue into your entrance. the added stimulus makes you moan in delight, finally realizing why seokmin wanted to eat you out like this instead as your fingers find their way into his hair.

"baby, your tongue's so fucking good to me," you mewl. "'m so close, kyeomie. need to come on your mouth..."

seokmin inhales sharply through his teeth—those usually sweet eyes of his clouded with lust when his gaze momentarily flickers up to you.

he's relentless with his ministrations—licking up each surge of arousal that leaks out of your hole before slurping it all with his tongue. seokmin eats pussy like it's a fucking art form and before you know it, you're creaming against his face, rolling your hips against his nose and lips as you ride out your high.

your boyfriend's mouth doesn't stray too far even as you lose yourself to the tides of release. he continues laving at your cunt as if it's the last day he'll ever get a taste and if the iron-tight grip he has on your hips doesn't leave bruises, you'll be really disappointed.

by the time your orgasm subsides, you're a boneless, twitching mess on top of the sink and seokmin fills your ears with an endless string of praises as he helps prop you up.

"my beautiful baby's always so good to me," he murmurs, kissing you softly and you try not to get turned on when you taste yourself on his lips. "you don't care how much of a perv i am, don't you? 'cause you're just as perverted yourself. letting me have this sweet pussy anytime i want. you're an angel, baby. the sweetest angel out there."

your breath comes in broken pants as you make starry eyes at the sweet, loving smile that seokmin cracks your way. how does someone who looks like this have the filthiest come out of his mouth?

then again, that's just one of the many things you love about lee seokmin.

[mephistopheleswasrobbed]

My two cents on the Ossan's Love Thailand pilot trailer

Disclaimer: 1) I have watched the original Ossan's Love (S1, LoD, Returns; AU Season and specials are on my list) and liked it a lot. 2) I am an EarthMix fan so I might be slightly biased.

Overall my reaction to the pilot trailer was one of relief. While I definitely noticed some areas for improvement, all in all I am now more hopeful than ever that GMMTV will do this justice.

What I really liked: - Krit Shahkrit seems like a very solid choice for the Boss. I have not previously seen him in anything but what we saw of him in the trailer has me sold. He is younger than he could have been, they are playing it a little safe here possibly, but the age difference is still big/noticable enough that I don't mind at all. - The choice to make Mo a long-time friend of Heng instead of a recent new colleague feels appropriate. Mo moving in with Heng after barely knowing each other might have not worked in a Thai context. (Also EM chemistry is too strong to sell them previously not knowing each other without the excuse of love at first sight they had in ATOTS and MLC) - They actually let Earth be funny in a BL! - On a more serious note, most of the comedic moments landed right on point for me. (The scene where Heng tries to hold Mo back by his collar as he runs away is what fully cemented it for me that this will work) Earth is a great (but severely underutilised) comedic actor and Earth and Mix as a duo have great comedic chemistry. - Earth being the younger one in a potential romantic relationship is a breath of fresh air. He's got good chemistry with P'Krit. I don't think this will actually happen (GMMTV will prob play it safe) but I could see them going for more of an actual conflict in regards to whom Heng will fall for unlike the original where it was pretty clear from the beginning that Haruta had only platonic feelings for Kurosawa. - Earth is doing great with the awkward moments. He is clearly not an actor who is afraid of being the idiot and that's very important for this character.

What I think needs to be imroved: - They need to decide how much they want Earth to imitate Tanaka Kei's style of physical comedy and then stick with it throughout. This felt a little inconsistent to me in the pilot trailer. - Mix needs to get a little more confident when facing off agains P'Krit. His performance felt the weakest in these scenes and I'm pretty sure that's because he wasn't yet completely comfortable getting in this veteran actor's face. I have no doubts that this will get better if Mix gets the chance to practice a little more with P'Krit. (I'm assuming there was not much prep work done before filming the pilot trailer because Mix was quite busy finishing his degree in recent months) Leave the respect for your elders at home, Mix!

Other thoughts: - I hope they move Mo's initial confession back into the shower. Haruta's nakedness really added to the scene in the original and Earth is no stranger to taking his shirt off for the camera so I don't see why they would have to change this. (My hope is that they changed it for the pilot trailer because they didn't want to waste time covering up Earth's tattoo(s), they could potentially seem out of character for Heng) - It seems Choko got replaced with a daughter. That's a shame. I liked her a lot in the original and I felt that she and her relationship with Maro were an important part of the story, especially on the thematic side. I'm willing to see where they go with this, though. - Thor as Ten who I'm assuming is the thai Takegawa is also a bit younger than the original, we didn't see much of him in the pilot trailer so I'm reserving judgement on this decision. - Kapook who, I'm assuming is taking the role of Chizu (though it seems that some of her advisory function might move over to Mo on account of him also being Heng's long-time friend) felt like a perfect fit - Champ has at this point become an EarthMix staple. MLC being the only of their shows he wasn't in. I'm here for it. We haven't seen much of him but I'm sure he can do Teppei justice. - The accidental hand touch while hanging up posters was not convincing. I'm reminded of the slightly awkward hand-interlocking as Jim and Wen stood in front of the soon to close diner. (Am I the only one who notices that every time I see that scene?) - I wonder if they will actually change the wedding scene to have Mo interrupt or if this was done to make the pilot trailer more concise. It would be a shame to loose this classic example of a JBL run. (They did the run in CMT, they should do it in OL!) - If I remember correctly the forhead kiss was in the original as well, but it also works as a cute call back to the atots airport scene.

TL;DR: Earth can do comedy, I'm glad he gets to finally show this in a BL. EM chemistry is chemistrying as usual, this time with more crack energy. Issues I had were probably mostly caused by limited prep time and limited shooting time for the pilot trailer. I think it's gonna be good and that makes me happy.

[zemi-noelle-art]

Your LPS customs are soooo amazing!! Like genuinely so inspiring 😭 I wanna get into it but I have no idea how!!

Thank you so much!!! that really means a lot! And I'm really honored to hear I've been inspiring people with my work<3 I can provide some tips on starting the hobby if that helps! this'll be based on my own experience though of course! I can firstly say that getting into LPS customizing was pretty simple for me, because I already had most of the supplies I use for other projects, and it was only a matter of getting the bases themselves to paint on. Of course I have the LPS I grew up with but I didn't want to ruin those lol. I use those blank bootleg LPS bases they sell on amazon. You can also use authentic LPS but I'd recommend making sure you're not painting over a rare one like a big 5 or Savannah Reed first lol. A good starting point is to draft out the design you want on paper/digitally to see what kind of custom you want to make. for me I use digital templates and paint over them in my art program. Templesta on DeviantArt has some really good ones! For paint I use acrylic. Get a teeny tiny paintbrush for detail work along with a couple other sizes as well and those should be all the basic supplies you need to start! You can also get more complex with it and use chalk pastels, water color pencils and glitters too. Get creative! see what supplies you can use to take your customs to the next level. As a tip, make sure to water down your paint and do multiple thin layers. Patience is key because that paint is not gonna want to stick to the base at first. A lot of the actual painting process does come down to practice and a steady hand.

If you want to seal your customs which isn't necessary but gives them a nice finish, I recommend Liquitex high gloss varnish to seal the eyes. There are some good matte varnish sprays out there but I recommend doing your own research on those, as they can be resin based and therefore need a bit of caution and prep to handle. I personally use Mister Super Clear matte spray to seal the base of the custom, and I always spray outside with gloves and a respirator.

And though I have done sculpting I don't consider myself well versed enough to recommend supplies for clay but I've heard Green Stuff and Apoxie sculpt are good clays to use, but be sure to do your own research on those as well.

The monster high doll customization community is a good place to look for material research! A lot of the process of the face-up is pretty similar to painting LPS. That's actually what got me into customizing in the first place; I just watched a bunch of Dollightful, Enchanterium, and Moonlight Jewel's videos and said to myself "Wait a minute, I could do this with LPS!" I also of course recommend watching other LPS customizer's videos to see the process of how they make their customs, and show them some support as well! Pumpkinscustoms Is a really big inspiration for me and HelloStudios, Mr. Crazy Ray and LPSCobalt have really good videos on making customs.

And once again, if you don't wanna dive right in you can just draw them, whether using a template or not to see if you like the process and the design! You can even make a bunch of designs digitally and once you feel ready to tackle a real custom, start there! ahaha I didn't know I'd be writing a whole-ass Essay but I hope all this helps!! Thank you for enjoying my work!

[cascadedkiwi]

A Grand Soup [Comfortember 2023]

Characters: Micah Yujin x “Angel” Visual Novel/Game: Error 143 Genre: Comfort (more fluff, I’m feeling) Summary: Because Micah shall not settle for any old simple soup. Word Count: 822

Prompt: 27. Soup

Micah’s happy voice sounds through the front of the house. “Angel~ I'm home!”

“In the kitchen!” she calls back. 

Micah practically trots into the kitchen with his nose in the air, dropping the shopping bags onto the island countertop. “Oh, you brought out the big pot!”

She giggles, turning from her stirring. “What did you bring home?”

She can almost see imaginary ears popping up from his hair as he lights up.

“Angel, I went down that market street you told me about? There was produce EVERYWHERE!” He starts pulling out ingredients from the various cloth and straw bags. “I got carrots… sweet potatoes… bok choy - I hope I said that right - tomatoes, corn, red and white onions…” 

Micah separates a smaller amount and pushes the pile across the counter to where Angel is waiting with her sharpened knife. She transfers all she can carry to the sink to wash and peel as necessary.

“Don't think I'm done!” He says excitedly, although there's no way she possibly could've when he came in with four large bags stuffed to capacity. She listens as he continues unloading his haul like a proud gatherer. 

“I didn't even know cauliflower came in yellow! I got the regular white, too. I got all four colours of sweet peppers, white and purple cabbage - why do they call it red? Red onions aren't even red, either!”

Angel chuckles at his tone, bringing over bowls to separate the prepped ingredients. Her husband’s insistence at an excessively wide countertop was currently much appreciated. They could host a full family reunion to this thing.

“I got a bunch of beans and stuff, too! I found those ‘lentils’ you kept asking about, and Lima beans, and black beans, red beans, split peas…”

“Micah Yujin, who are we feeding with all this?” She asks with a laugh. The carrots had been diced and she was on to the broccoli he had purposely not announced. Her eyes roamed over the various mushrooms and pumpkin, lighting up at the butternut squash.

“Me and you, my love,” he answers in a posh tone. “You told me to bring home veggies for soup. This will ensure we execute only the grandest soup possible.”

“It'll be healthy, that's for sure,” she murmurs as Micah pushes the bags to the opposite end of the counter. 

He goes over to the sink, washing his hands before returning with his apron hanging from his neck and a knife and cutting board in his arms. “You didn't think I was leaving you to prep all this alone, did you?” He gasps dramatically. “I'm hurt, my angel, that you think so little of me after living as my sweet wife all this time.”

“We've been married for three months, Yujin.”

“And clearly I haven't demonstrated myself enough in those 90 days, Mrs. Yujin.” He makes quick work of the onions, using the excuse to have tears accompany his exaggerated sniffling.

Cassie shakes her head as she sets aside a bowl of greens, clearing her cutting board for the cabbage. “My apologies, my sweet.”

“No!” Micah huffs with a pout, leaving the tears as he moves on to the bell peppers. “This is my failure as a husband. I am more than just a provider, a bringer of raw materials for sustenance. I must prove myself!”

Cassie raises an eyebrow as he pushes away the peppers, dutifully wiping his knife before smacking down a sweet potato. God bless him because as much as she loved the things, cutting them was a workout. She would gladly watch him strongarm that vegetable into submission for their pot.

Micah turned everything into a performance or a good time. Even with his antics he was an efficient kitchen assistant, and pretty soon everything they wanted was in the pot and bubbling away. 

He sniffs the air, a confused look on his face. “Angel, is the oven on?” He bent to look but couldn't tell.

“Should be,” she responds as she rinses the dishes. “I've got bread rising in there.”

She squeaks into a laugh as she's suddenly hugged from behind, dropping a - thankfully plastic - bowl. She squirms as Micah peppers her cheek with kisses. “It's just bread, babe, relax!”

“My Angel made bread from scratch with this timing and I must relax?” He asks incredulously. “I shall not!”

“I'm assuming that informing you that my first attempt at a garlic confit is also in there will earn me more physical affect- Wah!” She squawks as she's raised clean off her feet and walked out of the kitchen.

“Mm-mm, mm-mm” Her husband repeats in her ear. “You're not allowed to do this to me. You're showing me up.”

“Micah-”

“ I'm the giver in this relationship, missy. Stop stealing my love language!” They topple onto the large sofa where he smothers her and her protesting laughter in kisses. 

It's a good thing they have a rather loud and intrusive kitchen timer.

[ask-obt]

What steps do you usually have for creating each page, and how long does each one usually take you? Do you do stuff like thumbnail entire chapters in advance, etc?

I don't know how big your page buffer is, but you seem to get pages done at a really impressive rate, especially considering every page is clean and colored, so I'd love to know how you manage it :)

// this is a long ask, so buckle up!

all of my pages start with an outline, which is then fleshed out into a script- over time I've found that having an entire chapter done before starting any other step cuts out unnecessary fat that comes with editing. if there's one thing I learned from preboot OBT, trying to figure out what exactly happens on a page as you're drawing it can lead to a lot of heartbreak if you decide to change it (a lot of preboot OBT's chapter 4 was subject to this- I have a million drafts of rune and fienne in the market because I didn't know what I wanted them to do there). my scripting program is actually the beta version of a program one of my classmates in college made, and if it ever goes public I'd be happy to pop a link since I believe they want to make it open source eventually. on average my scripts are about 5000-6000 words long, and are written (casually) like film scripts since that's the format I was trained on as a film student.

my outlines are a bit sloppy because it's just like a stream of consciousness flowing out while I try getting ideas slapped down as quickly as possible. I try not to worry too much about details unless I have a clear vision in mind because I think writing the plot out in one go flows the most smoothly.

and then from there, I expand that outline into a script.

after the script is completed, and assuming I have enough buffer, I thumbnail the entire next chapter- or at least as much as I can stand in one go. I'll usually either be working on rendering the previous chapter during this step, or I'll have the previous chapter completed so I can devote my attention to it. either way, I try and give myself room to do a variety of tasks depending on my mood. thumbnails are easy to work on while on-the-go for example, but they require a lot of thought to put together. coloring can be tedious, but it's great to do while multitasking of on lunch at one of my jobs.

part of the thumbnailing process for me includes putting down text bubbles. surprisingly, this is a very tedious task, so I try to get it all done in one go so I don't have to agonize over it. and this is where my process gets a bit convoluted, so bear with me.

to do this, I take a look at my script and break all the dialogue into different text bubbles. I've gotten to the point where I think I do pretty well naturally finding breaks in pages, and I just go in chronological order putting text down. for this step I have page templates prepped, which show the safety margins that I need to follow to prevent text from getting stuck in the binding when printing into books. I make sure all the text is safe, and then move onto the next step.

after that, I copy the page with text bubbles, and then shrink it really small into thumbnail size. on a layer above this screenshot I trace the text bubbles, and then treat those bubbles as "dead zones" to draw around while working on the thumbnails. this might be an unnecessary step if you have a good grasp on how much text takes up a panel, but I am historically awful at judging that so knowing the exact text bubble size when thumbnailing helps prevent my bubbles from getting in the way after the art is already rendered. then, rinse and repeat for the rest of the chapter!

some chapters I'm quicker at thumbing than others- on the low end we've got chapter 5, which I wrapped up in 2 months (I did roughly 1 thumb per day)

and then chapter 6 which I dragged my feet on a little bit, at around 6 months

(and chapter 7, which is twice the length of a normal chapter for me, took 4 months!)

after that is sketching, the part I dread most when working on a chapter. it's the part that requires the most thinking on my part, and I did away with sketching completely for most of chapter 3- but I've been trying to make my lines thinner lately, and until I build up the confidence to work without sketches, I'm afraid I'm stuck with them. I try to do 1-2 sketches per day, but some days I just don't do them if I'm not feeling up to it.

(I'm actually avoiding sketching while I work on this ask)

while most of OBT is done in CSP, the one thing I don't do there is lines- for that I use Autodesk Sketchbook. sketchbook has a pretty incredible predictive stroke tool that adjusts your strokes after you make them. it takes a bit of time to get used to, but with it I can draw much faster than any other program or with any other stabilization tool. I gave CSP an honest shot with lining by trying to use it for 6 months, but sketchbook was just too powerful so I live the multiprogram life. I try my best to keep all my lines closed during this process because it'll make coloring WAY easier. like I think coloring used to take me an hour, now it takes me 20 minutes tops.

then I flip off the visibility on all layers except the lineart layer, save as a PNG (saving a working file as well if I'm feeling spicy), and then import to CSP! where the most fun part begins.

to start, to do that colored lineart thing where the lines on my characters are darker on the outside than the inside, I start by coloring characters their inside color first (using the "lock transparent pixels" layer option). for comics this is reduced to a simple "warm palette" color and "cool palette" color, which are brown and blue respectively. it's subtle, but you can see it in action with rune and eilwyn here.

then I use the magic wand tool, my best friend. I select the negative space around the characters, invert it, and then with the dark color selected in my palette (for me it's a dark brown approaching black) and the transparent pixels still locked, I use the "outline selection" option to outline the characters. I usually outline them by 6 px, but it'll depend on what looks best.

then for coloring, with the characters still selected, I use the "shrink selection" option to shrink it by 1 pixel. this helps prevent aliasing when I use the fill bucket to fill characters in with a base color! after that I pick them out by character and manually add their main color by hand, so they look something like this.

and here's the part where I impart upon ye, dear reader, with the forbidden knowledge I learned while doing the Monster House Marathon this month. see, I really like doing these daily events because they push me to my limit. a page a day is the most comfortable fast pace I can work on the comic, but it can still be a bit of a strain to get a page done before my bedtime, so I'm much more willing to learn shortcuts in order to get a nice juicy 6 hours of sleep instead of 4.

if you do a closed lineart method like me for most of your character's markings, the "Set Reference Layer" tool is going to become your new best friend. using this, I set the lineart layer as the reference layer (and only the lineart layer), move over to my coloring layer, grab my fill bucket tool, and then I can just start literally filling in characters within seconds. some characters have unclosed markings that I'll have to do by hand, but this is extremely quick and I love it so much.

finally I add a multiply layer where I do some light shading. this step used to be full cel shading, though over time I've found that my art reads a little more clearly without it. and shading also used to be miserable because it was another 30 minutes to an hour of rendering that kept me from completing a page, so it sometimes got a little miserable.

and finally, I add backgrounds and lighting effects. I have a pretty decent library of pre-rendered backgrounds I've made that I can just plop in a scene, but sometimes for new or one-time locations I'll make a new one by hand.

and that's a completed page! it's a bit hard to calculate how long a singular page takes start to finish since I try doing everything before the lineart in batch style, but I'd say it all roughly evens out to 2-4 hours. breaking it down, it looks something like:

Thumbnail - 10-20 minutes Sketch - 30 minutes - 1 hour Lineart - 30 minutes - 1 hour Coloring - 10-20 minutes Rendering - 10-20 minutes Background - 20 minutes - 1 hour

so pages are pretty quick for me to make! this helps me build a pretty sizeable buffer, I think my previous record was somewhere around 40 pages? maybe 70 if I included dielle's wish. though I will admit during this Monster House Marathon, I actually ran out of buffer on day 7, and I'd been laying the tracks in front of the train until, uh, checks watch, the 27th! as of writing this I finished the buffer through the MHM, so I can rest easy. this ask probably won't queue until after the MHM has ended so this probably sounds a little comedic. the main reason I was able to manage these daily updates without a buffer was because of an art high I was experiencing this month, which is also why I did a marathon in the first place.

though usually, I really am an advocate for buffers. having a buffer of at least 3 months means I can hop around with different processes as my interest in them flips around. my brain usually likes to focus on one task at a time, and a lot of it, so having that freedom is great for me. and sometimes, I just wanna take a month off to play a new game or hyperfixate on stardew valley once again! it all comes down to practice and developing a workflow and schedule that works for you.

[pbandjesse]

Some of the best news happened at the end of the day today. Because when I came home from work I've had the mice and when I pick them up a second time one of their eyes had opened! The other ones are still closed but one of the mice is at the eye open stage! They're doing so well and I'm so excited.

And really today was a good day. My energy level is kind of been all over the place and I felt very much like I was having a lot of interior thoughts and feelings. Just not feeling the best. Emotionally. But it was a good day.

I slept a lot better last night and I woke up not thrilled to be awake but I felt okay. I got up and I got washed and dressed. Honestly I should have worn tights today I was so cold for most of it. I think I should start wearing a jacket in the morning because it's a good 5 to 10° cooler at camp than it is down here and I was very cold by the time I got there. Before I left though James walked down with me and gave me a big smooch before they left to bike to the museum and I drove to camp.

When I got there I made a couple stops. The first up to the art building to get my paint brush and the other stuff I would need for painting museum doors. I changed into my little coverall. And then I drove over to the watch to get to work.

I was fully expecting this to take longer than it did. I think I worked for maybe 45 minutes total. I had a video going and I set up plastic under the door so I wouldn't get drips anywhere and I think I did a good job. It's kind of a latexy paint so Joe thought it would fill in all the scratchy mark. And if I go in on Tuesday and it doesn't look as good as I hoped I'll do a second coat. But for now I'm pretty happy. And it was nice having this task. Wasn't particularly physically demanding. It had a clear start and end. Clean up was easy. A good thing to check off the list.

Once I finish cleaning up there I drove back up to the art building to return supplies. I stopped at Joe's shed to leave the gallon of paint. And then I went down to the office to start working on some stuff there.

Everyone came in very late today. And left early. Fridays seem to be kind of chill day. Which is fine with me. After yesterday we all kind of needed it.

But because everyone was coming in late I was alone for a lot longer than I expected. I would come down to the office around 9:30 expecting people to be there and they weren't. So I just got to work on my lesson stuff and was poking around online doing research. I would be in there for a while just doing those little tasks that I needed to get done. And eventually Elizabeth and Heather showed up.

They had two tours today that they had to do. But only one of them they knew was an actual guided walkthrough. And they couldn't decide who was going to do what because they were both being polite and just kept saying well whichever one you want. I finally just said I'm going to decide for you when I assigned them which one they were going to do. Which I thought was hilarious. And we talked about the storm.

A hurricane is coming in. And with the way the weather has been this year we're all kind of expecting it to be pretty bad. I'm shocked that the farmers market is not canceled. It is going to close early and a lot of vendors have pulled out. Including me. Because I just am exhausted already and dealing with the wind makes me more exhausted. I hope that it is fine down there but I am a little nervous. And I'm also nervous about camp. So I asked Heather if there was anything I could do to kind of get us prepped for it. Move anything inside or whatever.

So we made a little list. My first task was to go to the pool and put all the lifeguard chairs down and move all the deck chairs under yawning. Elizabeth seemed really worried about me moving the lifeguard chairs by myself because they are very happy. But I was able to kind of use gravity and leaning to use my body weight to get them to lay down on the ground. Moving the chairs took me a while. I could only pick up two or three at a time because some of them are very heavy. And so good in the sun and I was enjoying the video that I was listening to so it was nice to have that task. It honestly was beautiful today. I was a little too cold at times but it was really nice. I think tomorrow since now I'm not going to go to the market I'm going to go through my closet and try it some fall outfits. Love wearing layers and things so very much excited about this.

I took my shoes off a lot today. I was wearing my birks and socks. But I don't like how the office floor sounds when you walk on it so I was taking my shoes off to kind of control how loud it was. And then I just ended up being in my socks at the pool the whole time I was moving the chairs. I love being in bare feet so it was not a problem I just thought it was funny how often I was just walking around in my socks in the office.

After I finish the chairs I took a few minute break and got back to my research. I'm still trying to figure out where to buy wooden hoops for my hoop and stick a game. I will make them if I have to but everywhere I'm finding things are just too thick or they're just embroidery hoops and it just isn't correct. I'm working on it but I don't know why finding wooden hoops is so difficult.

My next big cast was to walk over to woodlands and make sure all the windows were closed. It was a nice little walk even though I hate that one stretch of very thick gravel. It's just so hard to walk on! The rocks are not compact enough and it is tripping hazard. But I'm sure it's helping with erosion.

I also walked around just looking for interesting nature. When I had been over by the lodge this morning to paint the museum doors I had found all these amazing little teeny tiny mushrooms on the stairs. And I just wanted to find more things but it wasn't a great day for it anywhere else. It's not damp enough. So I guess after this week's storms maybe it will be.

Open the art building I would lay out the canvas I got at home Depot yesterday and cut it in half. I drew out a silly banner for the project for the kindergarteners on Tuesday. It just says better together and then it has flowers all over it. Not super inspired but I looked at The group's website and that's kind of their mission statement. Not in those words but it's like the vibe. So I think they'll like it.

I took a break after that. Jess had sent me the document I had started yesterday but she reformatted and made it much better. For our Disney trip. And I did some research that I could ask some questions and she had put some more stuff on there that she liked and wanted and so I got to look into those things. I'm so excited for our trip.

The afternoon was slow in ways. Mostly research sometimes I would pop out so up to the heart building and do something. I spent a little time stretching up there which was really nice. After the tours were over Heather and Elizabeth were back in the office. Alexi was there too. And I would spend a really long time sorting the lost and found items on the porch. I didn't want to see everything get thrown away if I didn't need to be because so much of it I felt like could be donated. And so I spent like 2 hours sorting and then once I pulled out everything that I thought was salvageable I found all the pairs for all the shoes and I rubber band them together. And then I sorted those into type of shoe. We have a bag of sneakers and a bag of boots two bags of sandals and one bag of swim shoes. I even found a few things that I could keep. I got three pairs of Crocs. I'll probably only actually keep one of them. But I brought three home to clean. I got two pairs of swimming shoes that fit me really well actually. And are basically brand new. And just a couple small items. Keychains. One of those over the door hanging organizers. I don't know where I'm going to use it for but nice to have. And it was just really nice having like these tasks today I love a task. And I feel three trash bags. The porch looks so nice. And we're going to hopefully get all that stuff out to some donation center next week. For now at least it won't get ruined in the rain like some of the stuff that had been on the side did. I had to throw away a couple things that will moldy it was disgusting.

Around 3, after Alexi had left for her family beach trip, All of a sudden Elizabeth starts freaking out because one of her teeth fell out. It turned out it was actually a crown but still all of a sudden she's freaking out. And this was after she had freaked out about wedding photos earlier. So I didn't know what was going on and I was like what is happening what is are you okay. And she was very upset obviously. I would also be very upset and I have been very upset when I broken teeth. So it was kind of decided then that we were all just going to go home early. Heather and me stayed a couple more minutes. I finished up the Amazon list from my lesson plans. The whole thing. I'm very proud of myself. And then Heather said that she was going to leave and that I could too.

So I took my bag of lost and found goodies up to the art building. I double checked that the building was locked for the weekend. And then I went home.

The change James's hours, they changed the hours of the museum, so they are going to be getting home closer to 5:00 now. But they apparently had a pretty quick closing so even though I got home before 4:00 I wasn't alone very long.

When I got back here I brought all my stuff inside and I went and checked on the mice. They weren't super warm anymore because the heating pad is only on a 2-hour timer. But once I got the cage one backed up they were good. I fed them. And then had to clean them off because they are all crispy. And left a low bowl of some of the formula mixed with water in there and they drink it because it was gone. But they were all crispy. So I think they were standing in it while they were drinking it. So I clean them off with cotton balls and warm water. Which I've had to do two more times since then. But at least they were warm.

I would chill on the couch until James came home. They looked a little sad when they got back here. They're dealing with a lot of anxiety and stress right now. But they keep saying they don't want to burden me which I don't think is fair. But I understand having those ups and downs. Can be hard. But once they cooled off they said that whenever I was ready we could walk over to check out what was going on with artscape. The original plan was to go tomorrow but now it's been canceled because of the hurricane. So today was our chance.

I wasn't feeling 100% my best. Just kind of a little vaguely uncomfortable. But I really wanted to spend the time with James and we haven't been to artscape since the last one in 2019 so I was excited. I was knitting and wanted to finish that square and James said that we could leave after that.

I want to go check on the mice after I finished the square and I picked them up and one of them had their eyes open! And I like squealed with delight. Because that means we're basically out of the woods all things considered. hopefully the other one opens their eyes soon too. He's much more active now he wants to walk all over my hand and up my arm. He's seeing everything for the first time and that must be so exciting. I will probably start researching when I can start giving them different foods. I assume that this wouldn't be around the time when they would start eating other stuff. But I don't want to hurt them so I want to make sure I give them the right stuff. And Heather said that if I want to start setting up some kind of nature-inspired tank since they are a native creature it would be nice to have in the nature building. So I don't want to put the cart before the horse but if that works out it would be so cool to have a mouse tank in the nature lodge. I watched someone on TikTok who set up a nature inspired tank for her mice and it was mostly tunnels and I just thought it was the coolest thing. So like grasses and tunnels and things that resemble what a field mouse like these would actually be with. I think that would be amazing.

After I wash my hands. Because you really need to wash your hands after you hold the mice. Me and James would walk over to Micah and start walking through artscape.

It wasn't very busy over there yet. It would be more busy on Charles. But I enjoyed looking at everything. But I also wasn't feeling great. My legs were rubbing together in a very unpleasant way. And I was warmer from the walk that I expected. And I was trying to be okay but I was not having a great time on the inside. We didn't buy anything. We did get three business cards from places that I would like to revisit. But I was a little overwhelmed. We stopped at theater projects or James could drop their bike off and use the bathroom. I sat outside and I felt okay for a few minutes while I sat there but once we were in the big groups I was kind of feeling weird. And my legs were hurting real bad. So after we made it to North avenue. After seeing some really cool installations. I asked if we could go home. James didn't have to be back at the theater till 7:00 so even though it wasn't the original plan for them to walk me back to the apartment they did. And we smooched outside and I went in.

When I came upstairs I checked on the mice again. I fed them a little. I went outside and I secured the plants out on the fire escape for the wind. And then I cleaned the fish tank and the frog tank. Just vacuumed the bottom and took out some of the dead leaves. And after I hugged on sweetp for a little bit, I took a shower.

I would also play with my new hot brush that I got in the mail today. It doesn't get as hot as quickly as I was expecting. I was a little spoiled by my last two. But the brush part made my hair look really nice and after kind of having a low emotional day that was really nice. Maybe me feel good.

The shower helped me feel a lot more normal too. And once I was clean and back in a sweatshirt and feeling cozy I would get the oven to turn on right away and made mozzarella sticks and fries for dinner. Which work right. I tried some of the hot honey that we got and even though James cut it 50% with regular honey it is still basically unedible it is so spicy. It doesn't even taste like anything it's just so spicy. We will not make that mistake again. I had to text James cuz it was so funny I was like I can't eat this. Thankfully I did not pour it on anything and had just tried to dip things in it.

And now I'm just chilling in bed. James will be home around 11:00. I've been texting people and watching videos. Sweetp and me were having a cuddle. I think I might go and have a snack. Check on the mice again. I closed the windows because It has gotten very windy. The storm is supposed to start soon. I was hoping James would make it home before it does but it's not the radar is to be I don't know if they're going to come home completely dry. But the bed will be warm and I will just be happy to see them.

Tomorrow since I am not going to market my plan is to knit as much as I can. I only have seven squares left of this project. And then go through my closet like I said and make some fall outfits. And I was just texting my dad and he asked if we could talk on the phone just to catch up. And I think that's going to be really nice.

I hope you all sleep well. Let's hope that both of my mice have their eyes open tomorrow. Sleep well my friends. I love you all

[izzy-b-hands]

8V

A convo with the crew, pizza, and a step closer to Izzy's end. Sort of.

NSFW because everyone gets horny and needy and kissy here and there. Tbh by the end of this they might constantly be on each other, we'll see.

---

The bar isn't too full yet, and Roach waves them in.

"Just can't stay away from here, can you?" he jokes with Stede.

"What can I say?" Stede chuckles. "The Revenge is one of my babies. I worry about her even though I know she's in the best hands."

"Here we go," Roach sets a couple of pizza boxes on the counter, and gently taps Louis' tiny hand as it peeks over the countertop. "Wait until you and Dad get home, down there!"

Izzy lifts Louis up, propped on his hip. "Better?"

"Thank you," Louis says. "Hi Roach!"

"Hi Louis," Roach laughs. "You like Dad's new friend?"

"New boyfriend," Louis corrects him. "But he's not my new dad yet."

Roach grins. "Not yet? You'll let him know if and when, right?"

Louis nods. "He's pretty cool though."

"High praise!"

"Olu!" Alma cries in response to the voice behind them, and turns to it.

"This is my general manager, Oluwande," Stede says as they turn to him. "He keeps things under control when I'm gone. And when I'm here too, honestly. I fear I'm as much chaos as anyone else that comes in."

"You're alright," Olu smiles. "Thank goodness it's been getting dark earlier again. The extra prep time is a boon."

"Everything is all good then?" Stede asks. "You know any of you can call if you need me."

"We're good," Olu says. "Alma! Been a good day?"

"Yeah," she smiles. "What about here?"

"Been fantastic," Olu replies. "Jim and Frenchie are performing stuff from their new album tonight. Want me to record some of the show and send it to Dad so you can see it?"

She nods eagerly.

"Consider it done," Olu says. "Wee John is gonna DJ after them, and Buttons has some free form poetry to recite if needed."

"And tomorrow, that new band is coming in still?"

"Yeah, Flock of the Chords? Something like that," Olu replies. "Their manager confirmed it already; they'll be here."

"Stop worrying," Roach teases. "Go home and eat while that pizza is hot. This is one of your weekends off, Stede."

"Thank you guys," Stede says. "Alright then. Louis, let Izzy set you down."

"My legs are tired," Louis protests, and clings to Izzy.

"I don't mind," Izzy says. "Your legs need pizza to work again, don't they?"

Louis nods dramatically, leaving Roach and Olu chuckling as they leave.

--

"I feel bad," Izzy says as they finish up dinner. "I've been here for months, and never knew you did food at your bar. And that it was so good! I've been missing out."

"You've got plenty of time to make up f-" Stede cuts himself off. "Oh. Actually, you don't! Well, good that your last meal was something of Roach's."

"Last meal?" Alma asks suspiciously.

"I'm starting a diet tomorrow," Izzy replies quickly. "So I'll have to cut back on pizza."

Alma nods, but her gaze lingers on him for a moment.

"Okay," Stede says. "You two, upstairs. You can play, read, whatever. In an hour though, start cleaning up for bed. Izzy and I will be down here cleaning up, or in the basement room. If you need me, come get me."

The kids head upstairs while Izzy and Stede clear the table.

In comfortable silence, they put away leftovers and clean dishes.

Then, they head to the basement.

"So, I'm thinking extra sheets, blankets," Stede says in the basement room. "Water for me. Do you think Jack and Ed will bring over some blood for them and you, after?"

"Think so," Izzy replies. "You're... you're really chill, fine, with this. Dating a vampire."

Stede shrugs. "Doesn't matter to me. Like I say, we've got supernatural family members already, so it's really nothing different for me. The kids don't know exactly about them yet, just that they have some aunts and uncles with different needs. We can tell them the same thing for you."

"And letting me be turned in your house?"

"You'll be safe, and warm, and looked after," Stede replies. "I wouldn't want you anywhere else."

Izzy nods, as tears prickle the corner of his eyes. "Can I kiss you?"

Stede chuckles and smiles and pulls him in for the kiss. Izzy wonders if his lips will feel warmer, when they kiss after he's turned.

"Stede," Izzy says as they part. "There was a second part, of what I asked of Ed. Not just about me. I..."

He hesitates. He should have asked Stede. He offered him up without even thinking, because of how badly he wanted him.

"I asked Ed if he would be willing to turn you too," Izzy says shakily. "But only if you want, and really, it's obscene that I didn't ask you first about that; it's wrong-"

"It isn't, actually," Stede interrupts. "I've dreamed about being turned since I was a kid. Higher up on my list than owning my own bar, even!"

The tears fall, and Izzy lets out a breath he didn't realize he'd been holding.

"Seriously? You mean it? You aren't just saying that so I don't feel bad?"

"I mean it," Stede says. "The way you got into it with Ed...that was my dream, at that age. So to be able to still sort of do it, even now..."

He blushes. "I didn't think I'd get to live out anymore dreams, not at my age."

"You'll have a lot more time for that now," Izzy says.

"With you?"

"So long as you'll have me."

--

They promise the kids they'll be called down when Ed gets there, but there's a near-constant pattern of small footsteps back and forth from the top of the stairs.

"They'll get tired eventually," Stede smiles, but he looks exhausted.

"I think you've beaten them to it," Izzy says. "Go rest."

"I'll be getting plenty of that after midnight; I can wait," Stede says, then smirks.

In another moment, it lands. "Terrible. Absolutely terrible."

"Eternal rest, right? I think that one's good. Would that make Ed like me more?"

Izzy smiles. "He grows on you, doesn't he? Even when he's an asshole."

"I'll admit the kiss was a major factor," Stede says. "But I'm curious about him. Maybe we did just get off on the wrong foot, if he's coming around now to us."

Izzy shrugs. "We'll see how he is when he gets here. Are you sure you don't want to nap before all this?"

Stede stands from his chair, and offers Izzy his hand.

"Is that a yes?"

Stede smiles and leads him by the hand towards the basement. "Sort of. We could nap, or-"

He turns, and presses Izzy against the wall of the hallway. The kiss is needy and wanting and is almost immediately interrupted by the doorbell.

"We should get that," Izzy says with a sigh.

"Mhm," is Stede's reply, mouth busy trying to leave marks on Izzy's neck.

He decides he'll simply bring Stede along that way, both of them giggling as Stede pulls Izzy close again with each step.

"Finally," Ed says when they swing the front door open.

He's blushing at the sight of them though, and Izzy doesn't expect Ed to break and swoop in to his other side.

"Hey," Jack waves as he walks in and shuts the door for them. "See, told you to give Steve a chance."

"Stede," Izzy corrects.

Jack nods. "You know the kids are watching from the stairs, right?"

Stede's head snaps up from Izzy's neck. "Fuck!"

"I got it," Jack says. "You three go do what needs doing. I'll keep the kids busy until then."

Stede frowns. "I don't kn-"

"Got this at the library," Jack interrupts, and pulls a copy of twilight from behind his back. "Kids still like this, right?"

"Alma regularly bothers her werewolf extended family with questions about it, why aren't they more like the book werewolves," Stede says wearily. "So yeah, she'll be your best friend for that. Louis will just be happy for a bedtime story."

"Alright then," Jack smiles. "Have fun, be safe, don't wear anything you wanna keep after this!"

"What does he mean by that?" Stede asks.

"I'm not explaining rapid decomposition and recomposition in front of your kids," Ed hisses. "Where are we-"

Stede's eyes light up. "The hidden room! Come on, you'll love it."

Jack heads upstairs, and Izzy follows Stede and Ed down to the basement. The slight concern that they might need more than a few towels for clean up follows as well.

[lgndrymuffin]

Warning: Pretty sure I have (quiet) bpd. I also haven't seen my therapist in 2 months. Keep that in mind if you plan on buckling down for this whole vent.

Trying rly hard to convince myself that it is not in fact entitled of me to feel disappointed that I was alone all day for my birthday and just got told almost two weeks later that we (my sister and HER friends) would celebrate, only for them to say that they wanted to do smth else so we couldn't do what I actually wanted (literally just play cards against humanity) but I could go with them with 30 minutes notice? And then my sister is gonna be bitchy that it took me too long to reply when I literally went to bed bc it's 7pm so I assumed we just weren't doing anything?? And then also be bitchy that I don't want to do that???

Like I can't even really be mad at her friends bc like they have no obligation to me, I'm just the autistic younger sister. I'm just honestly disappointed in her, bc

1) I actually did stuff for her birthday. We got food, drinks, I made a giant cookie ice cream cake. She had a boyfriend to take her out and I even let her wear my clothes for the date bc she never does laundry and didn't nag her abt it when she didn't give my dress back for a month.

2) My birthday was a complete afterthought to her. The day of, she came home with a grocery store pie at 10pm. Which, like, obviously I'm grateful for, it could have been nothing. But still.

3) it's like she didn't even try to get these plans sorted until the last possible second again, even on take 2 with 2 weeks of prep time knowing what it is I wanted to do.

4) I'm 95% sure the one and only reason she suggested plans tn is because she felt guilty last week that she convinced me to take her to a restaurant bc she was "hungry and on her period" and then said she didn't have any money so I'd have to get it this time and she would get these plans that we're not even going to now. (Our dinner the other night was 115$. Tonight's plans would have been max 60$ for BOTH of us).

5) Pretty sure that because I said no to the things I didn't want to do, we're just literally not going to do anything now. Yay.

And like it's not even actually about the money or anything, I just wanted to spend time with the very few people I care about. I'm just sick of her always overpromising and underdelivering.

I don't think it's too much to ask to be made to feel special 1 day out of the fucking year, and the only person who did is my not-yet-boyfriend, and I still can't even see him because he's not home yet. He's been gone for 4 months, and I miss him, and he was supposed to be back on Monday, but he's still not home. And now I'm working and school starts for both of us next week and I'm scared that it's going to be like last semester and I'm never going to get to see him and he's the only one that I have here.

And on the note of him supposed to be back Monday. My sister is disgusting to live with, which is a whole other fucking thing. But that's the reason I haven't had him over here ever. And I've straight-up told her that. I even gave her advance warning that he was supposed to come back, to give her time to clean because, and I cannot stress this enough, it is literally all her mess. I made it clear that Monday was the earliest hé would be here, and that it would in fact be a continued occurance. Not only did she NOT get the house clean, it didn't happen because she kept saying she would today, today, today, until it was LITERALLY THE FUCKING DAY OF. Then she gave a shitty, half-assed apology before leaving the house about how she couldn't get it all done. All that was done was the bathroom BECAUSE I DID IT FOR HER, when the kitchen is the most disgusting fucking part, and the first thing you see when you open the front door.

And then because I said he wasn't coming that night after all, she went right back to being a fucking slob, like him not coming Monday meant hé never will be. Nevermind the fact she could at least keep it clean out of respect for the fact that she's not the only fucking person that lives here, but no. If I say anything about, I'm being a bitch because she's "trying so hard" (she literally said before we got this place she would hire a cleaner or figure smth out to avoid this, trying to make it seem like i was gonna be at least 50% of the problem when it is in fact 80% her. We've literally lived here 8 months and I've been able to use our kitchen a handful of times, bc it is always disgusting because of her and she only cleans it up just enough to cook for herself and then leaves even more mess behind.

I'm just so fucking done. At this point if it wasn't for my cat, I'd just be living in my car.

[vivalasestrellas]

Today was a lot. In a good way I think.

Started out normally enough, working on prepping for the next school year. I got a message from my phone carrier saying that my service would expire today. That's a little odd since I have it on autopay every month. So I go to my carrier's website and everything seems in order (card wasn't declined, password was still the same, next month's payment queued up) so I decided to check my bank account. That's when I had a mini panic attack. You see, my account had [redacted] in it. I'm more accustomed to having [redacted] in the account so the much lower level was a bit of a shock. I know I've done quite a bit of spending recently but I didn't think it was *that* much. So I went back through my statements and, yeah, there are some unnecessary spending I had done but everything else seemed to check out. In fact, taking this month's coming paycheck into account, the money level seemed normal enough. Still, probably gonna have to watch my spending and maybe make up a budget of some kind to keep things in check.

Then I went to make lunch. Now, I've been dealing with ants crawling around outside on my patio and near the gutters for a while now but I didn't expect to see them *in my kitchen*. Yep, as I was getting dishes prepped, I noticed an ant crawling on the counter. Then a second, then a third and a fourth, and that was enough. I put lunch on hold and cleared everything off the counter. Sure enough, missed grains of rice, crumbs from the toaster, small pieces of ramen became visible - as did the cavalcade of bugs. Granted, they weren't lining (I kept looking for one but couldn't find one) so that told me it wasn't a complete infestation. I wiped down the counter, cleaned it with some Clorox and that seemed to take care of the problem. I then thought back to the gutters and put two and two together: the ants are probably nesting in the gutters. So I committed to the afternoon to cleaning out the gutters. I asked a friend over to help (someone needs to hold the ladder) and finished up lunch.

While I was waiting for my friend, I went outside to scout out the gutters and get an idea of what tools would be needed. I saw that the ants weren't just crawling around the gutters and patio, they were forming a pure line right to the kitchen window from two different directions. I got some spray and followed the lines as far as I could see. I then checked the gutters and while there was some debris, it wasn't disgusting. This might be easier than I thought!

Friend arrives. We hit up Walmart because I need to get some gloves, a snake for the gutters, some more bug spray, and a bucket. Walmart was out of buckets. We got everything else and headed back home where we set up to clean out the gutters. Slight snag; the snake I bought needs to be attached to a drill and of my two drills one needed to be recharged and the other wasn't compatible with the snake bit. Great. Well no matter, we'll make do with what we can. I do feel a bit bad because the first gutter we went to, the debris was dry and loose and I was pulling it out with my hands - and it got all over my friend which is not cool of me. I cleaned out the gutters and the drop spouts seemed free of debris so we did a water test. The water came out just fine so we called it a wrap on that part of the house. The next part, near the front porch, was pretty good too. in fact, there wasn't any debris at all. Sweet! As long as the last section of the house is just as good, then the chore is as good as done. I go to check the last portion of the house, the east wall, and... swamp. The gutter was filled with water, mud, leaves, and debris, culminating in a stagnate, swampy sludge. Alright. We'll definitely need the snake to drain this. But the drill is charging so we'll have to wait a bit.

Back inside, I take a shower while friend declines due to not being that dirty to begin with. Of course, after I get out of the shower, the drill is charged. If only I had waited. We decide we'll take a break and finish the gutters after dinner, closer to sunset. We hang out, chat, make dinner, and then decide to get back to work. We swing by Walmart again to get some spades - I don't want to touch the sludge if I can help it.

I start by using the snake to clear any clogs in the drop spout. It wasn't super effective, but you could definitely hear water beginning to drain. So I get a spade and begin to shovel out the wet debris. Problem: where am I gonna put the sludge once it's out of the gutter? I have my friend go back inside to get the trashcan and I start to shovel out sludge and dump it into the trashcan. Work is pretty steady: I shovel out some sludge and push what I can't shovel further along until the end of the wall where I use the edge to help get the rest of the sludge out. Thankfully, we were smarter this time around and friend was not splashed or hit with any of the gutter fillings this time. Friend then points out that there's actually one last section of gutter - it's part of the east side but not connected like I thought. Fortunately this gutter, though full of debris, was dry and compact. Once the gutter itself was clear, we did a water test and the water came out just fine. We go back to the east-wall gutter and I realize that, while slow, the water had drained and the drop spout looked open. We did a final water test and it wasn't perfect. Friend knocked the drop spout in a few places and that seemed to loosen it up well enough.

Clean up still had a few surprises. The trash bag broke so the bottom of the trashcan had some swamp water get in. The side of the can was also splashed. We get some Clorox and wipe it down, get some water and rinsed out the inside. We packed up everything else and we were done.

I profusely thanked my friend for the help and they went home. I figured that this was a full enough of a day that writing it warranted writing down.

And now I'm gonna go to bed because I am exhausted.

[maspers]

So I decided to try my hand at creative writing

Don always wakes up at 5:30 each morning. Enough time to go for a jog, shower, and eat breakfast, before heading to work at 7. Working in the management team for a stationary company is occasionally scary (Don does not deal well with bright colors) but is still rather fulfilling. A quiet life, a change of pace from his youth. Don is well liked in the workplace, often taking his coworkers out to lunch. He's able to do this because of the nest egg he's got saved up. Technically, Don would be pretty close to retiring, but he doesn't want to. Sure, he's getting on in years, but he needs something to do. A slow, quiet life. Just enough activity to keep things exciting for an old timer like him. 

Work ends at 3. Don likes his shift. Gives him most of the afternoon to go fishing. He's planning on having steak and stout pie for dinner. A newer recipe, one that Don found online. It'll take a while to prep, but Don has the time. Taking things slow is exhilarating in its own way. Don has learned that it's not necessarily about the destination, but rather it is about the journey. You never know what could happen. Maybe the Steak will need more spices. Maybe he'll need to make a substitution because he forgot one of the vegetables. The possibilities are endless. Then, at around 7:30, Don plans on going to bed. Sure, it's a bit early. But his health has been holding out well despite his age, and Don hopes to keep it that way. Oh yes, Don thinks as he drives home from work in his '04 Corolla. This is going to be another relaxing day. 

But his hopes are dashed when he sees the pickup truck out front, on the driveway. The driver has a reputation, but thankfully Don's recently-trimmed rhododendrons are still intact. The driver stands outside, accompanied by two others. His belt has expanded a size, and his beard has grown out and turned pepper gray, but the gallon hat on his head still looks brand new. He looks up and gives Don a sympathetic smile. 

The young woman next to him has a much more sour look on her face. Don didn't think the girl could grow up, but here she stands, clad in a sweater and capri pants. Her red hair is a darker, browner shade, but it's clear she takes care of it. Her scowl of disapproval has always seemed a permanent fixture. 

Jack, of course, looks the same as he always has.

"No," Don groans. "I'm not doing this again."

"Aw, come on pardner," the Driver says. "You know we wouldn't have come if we didn't need ya." 

"I still say we *don't* need him, for the record." says the girl. 

"Don't be so frosty," Jack corrects her, kindly. He turns to Don. "We really are sorry, Don. We wish it didn't have to be this way. We've all got lives too, you know."

"Then go back to them," Don refutes. "We're not friends anymore, Jack. None of us were to begin. We were rivals, all of us bickering and fighting. You three only started acting all friendly when I said I was done."

"Hmph. Believe me, if I could turn around and go back home to Jimmy instead of hanging out with you old fogies I would," the young woman complains.

"Honestly, I don' disagree." The driver looks solemnly at his truck. "I mostly use this ol thing for hauling turnips these days. But see, there's a problem a-brewin, and the four of us are the only ones around to deal with it."

"And what would that be?" Don asked. 

Jack's unmoving eyes pierce through him. "The King is back."

Don groans again. "How?"

The girl rolls her eyes. "Does it matter? He's back, and we need to take him down. For good this time."

"Last time, we were all fighting amongst ourselves. When he finally went down, we were all too distracted by each other to make sure that we'd actually finished the job. This time, if we all work together, we could take him down easy. A simple job. In and out."

"Don't say those words," the girl mutters under her breath, "You'll jinx us."

"And there's really nobody else?" Don asks

"Who else is there?" the driver asks in return. "Bunch of naive young'uns and withered corpses that make the lot of us look young. And more importantly, is there anyone besides you that we can be confident in? Everyone else is variable. You, pardner, were always guaranteed to do what needed to be done."

Don walked over to the truck. He looked in the back. Burgers. Sodas. Fries. An assortment of sandwiches and breakfast goods. Ice cream in cups. It wasn't much. 

"It was all we could scrounge together on a short notice," Jack explains. "None of us really went out of our way to stockpile. We all thought we were done, like you. But it should be enough."

"It won't be enough," Don says. "Not how it is. You need sauce. Mac sauce, and lots of it. Get a heat lamp set up, keep the food warm. You need at least twice that amount of nuggets. And for heaven's sake, put some salt on those fries."

"So does that mean yer in?" the driver asks. 

Don turns, and looks over at his house. A quiet life. Grays and browns. He hadn't even gotten to put his steak and stout pie in the oven. He'd have to cash in some vacation days too. Don didn't want to leave it behind. 

But the house wasn't going anywhere. And as much as Don hated to admit it, his former peers were right. He was needed. He couldn't trust this job in the hands of anyone else. 

He turns back. "Fine. But we better make this quick."

Jack's unmoving smile seems a tad more genuine. The driver whoops a yeehaw. "Let's get yer stuff loaded up!" he proclaims. 

The young woman quickly hides her own small grin. "Hurry it up, then," she says angrily "I know you keep your food frozen, you heathen. Get it thawing."

Don smiles, and rolls his eyes as he goes to get his old work clothes. He'd never admit it, but he's missed this. He puts on his old suit. The yellow is a bit faded, but it'll do. He finishes packing up, then they all pile into the truck. 

Then Arby, Wendy, Jack, and Ronald McDonald went out to save the world. One last time.

[puffpasstea]

Matilda

A/N: Alright, so this one's longer than previous chapters, and a tad bit different stylistically, so I'm pretty nervous about it, lol. Feedback (both positive and negative) is always encouraged! Please do let me know what you thought of it!

Warnings: very light smut, some angst, some tipsy!Harry too. Chapter 6

Seeing Harry's place in the light of day was different. Though I'd been here before after nights of working on set, it now felt like a vacation from real life. I could not believe that a place as massive and as luxurious as this actually existed in the same town as my own dingy apartment. It felt like stepping into a fantasy world for 4 days. But, I should've known better than to act like the rules of real life didn't apply around here. No matter where I go, I can never run from myself.

Day 1, 5:01 PM.

I stepped out of Christopher's car and onto Harry's cobblestoned driveway. A fountain with a statue of Adonis acted as the centerpiece of the driveway, the sound of its trickling water greeting us. Harry's main doors were left ajar and I could smell cooking.

"Hello?" I knocked, though the door was open, I was not sure if I should just enter. I doubt that he could hear any sound at all over the loud speakers playing "Rich Girl."

"Harry! Where are you?" I called out into the spacious entryway.

The music got significantly lower, but wasn't turned off all the way. He must have heard me.

"I'm just over here!" His disembodied voice called out.

I followed the low hum of Daryl Hall and John Oates's chiding voices singing "And don't you knowwwwww, don't you know/That it's wrong to take what is given you..." to find Harry standing over the Kitchen counter with a clear bag of sea salt. He looked up as he noticed me approaching and wiped his hands on his apron.

"You made it! Hi" he took me in for a tight hug.

"Smells delicious in here. What's all this?"

"Well, we always order out. Figured I'd make us some dinner for a change. Where's your boyfriend?"

My eyes widened, taken aback by his words. Christopher and I had been "dating," sure, "seeing each other," yes. But "boyfriend" sounded a bit too serious.

"O-oh. Have I struck a nerve?" Harry glanced at me from the corner of his eye while stirring something in a bowl.

"What? no. It's fine...Christopher's just getting our bags and stuff. Can I help with anything?"

Upon closer inspection, I saw that Harry was inserting some lemon slices into a fish. "whoa! What're you doing?"

He shook his head, amused at my surprise, and maybe showing off just a little bit. "Salad and appetizers' in the fridge. I'm just about done here. But if you really wanna help, you can prep some side dishes. There's a bag of potatoes over there, and some asparagus." he gestured with his elbow to the other side of the kitchen where he'd washed some vegetables.

"Yeah, I can do potatoes."

"How was the drive over?"

"Oh, you know. long. Warm."

"yeah. Sorry about that...."

"Bro, the front garden's stunning!" Christopher's voice called out from the hallway. "Hey, mate." Harry paused his delicate work on the fish to go greet his friend. " wait til I show you the river on the other side It's gorgeous..." they hugged.

Shortly after our arrival, Sienna joined us. She'd brought Harry some flowers --to which he responded with a dramatic "awww, for me?! You shouldn't have"-- and even brought her beagle puppy along, with whom we were all in love. The puppy, though, knowing what's good for her, only liked Harry. She followed his every move, and even settled between his feet at dinner.

Harry set the table out in the garden, which was, as Christopher had noted so enthusiastically, stunning. Surrounded by so much greenery at sunset, as we all gathered around to enjoy Harry's admittedly impressive culinary skills. I couldn't have been more content that evening. The moment, though perfectly mundane, made my heart full.

After dinner, and some dessert, we all decided to end the night early and recover from the long drive. Harry, ever the attentive host, had set up the guest bedrooms perfectly down to every detail. The toiletries, the bedding, bedside table decked out with everything you could possibly need. The only problem was that he'd set me and Christopher up in the same room. Sharing the same bed.

It's not Harry's fault. How was he supposed to know that Christopher and I hadn't yet spent a single night together? We hadn't slept under the same roof yet, or even had sex. I guess it's not unreasonable to assume that two people who have been seeing each other for as long as we have might be comfortable enough with one another at this point. I was not, though, and Christopher never pushed it.

He immediately recognized my unease. "Hey, we don't have to squeeze together on this bed. I'm sure there's another guest room in this palace Harry's living out of. Or...even if there isn't! I can just sleep on the couch downstairs! Really, I'm an actor. I can literally fall asleep anywhere!"

I appreciated the effort that he put into making sure I was comfortable. I took his words in for a moment. "N-no. Don't be silly. It's a big enough bed, c'mon. we're just sleeping together, though. We're not 'sleeping together.'"

He laughed in an effort to lighten the mood.

"You know what I mean." I rolled my eyes.

"Yes, of course. Sleeping in the same bed doesn't automatically imply that anything has to happen. We're on the same page. I promise."

***

Christopher had kept his word. In fact, he fell asleep almost the second that his head hit the pillow. But, even though he was entirely respectful and gave me all the space I'd asked for, I still felt weird. I'd never shared a bed with another person before. I was way too aware of his body, laying there, right next to me. I tossed and turned all night while he slept, totally oblivious.

Day 2, 1:15 AM

Eventually, I decided to get out of bed and go sit outside for a bit. I brought the hoodie that Harry had lent me and put it over my pajamas, for extra warmth and a little comfort.

The garden was peaceful, and even in the dark with the pale moonlight, looked incredible. I felt instantly lighter when a gentle breeze moved through my hair. I closed my eyes and tried enjoy it.

"pppsssstt. Over here! Hey! Matilda!" I heard someone whisper-shouting and wondered if I'd gone completely insane. Is that all it takes now? a moment of quiet and my eyes shut, and I just start imagining Harry's voice calling me 'Matilda'?

I snapped out of my dreamy state when I felt a small pebble hitting my leg. I turned to look in its direction and saw, Harry, sitting there, in the dark, on a picnic blanket, underneath a tree, holding what appears to be a bottle of wine and a half-empty glass.

"What the fuck? You scared the shit out of me!" I sprinted towards him.

"Well, I didn't wanna make a lot of noise or wake anyone up, but thanks to your voice, now they'll wake up anyway!" He patted the spot next to him gesturing for me to sit down, so I did.

"What are you doing up?" He asked.

"Couldn't sleep." I shrugged, looking up at the starry sky.

"And your boy?"

I frowned, "he's not my 'boy.' Why'd you say it like that? ....And, no, Christopher's asleep."

"How else am I supposed to say it? ya boy? your fella. Your boo. Bae." he giggled and took a giant sip of his glass. "It's better than what you call him." He took another sip.

"Harry, are you drunk?"

"No." He said a little too quickly.

I stared at him silently. It was both thrilling and amusing to see Harry like this. His inhibitions down. He's usually so composed and delicate. It felt like being let in on a special secret.

"Okay, maybe a little drunk..."

"I have a lot of catching up to do, then" I went to grab the glass out of his hand, but he swatted my hand away. "No. No way. Not this sewer water. Let's get a better bottle. Come with me."

He got up clumsily and held out his hand to help me up. I grabbed the blanket that we'd been sitting on and followed him inside, all the way to the basement where his wine collection was.

He bent down to read the label and browsed for a moment.

"Ah! yes, this'll do." he grabbed a 1982 Bordeaux. Okay, now he was definitely showing off.

"Are you insane? we can't drink this! That's expensive! Where'd you even get this all the way out here?"

"Oh shut up, Matilda." He patted me on the head and retrieved two wine glasses, seemingly out of nowhere, in one of the crevices of his basement of treasures.

"Shall we?" he dramatically offered me his arm as we made our way upstairs. Though it was totally silly and I felt sure that this was just the drinking loosening him up, I liked goofy Harry.

***

"What do I call Christopher?" I asked, setting my glass down on the coffee table and leaning back into the couch

"hmm?"

"Earlier. Out there, in the garden, you said 'it's better than what you call him.' what do I call Christopher?"

"That!" he raise his eyebrows, swallowing his drink and sitting up. "You call him exactly that. 'Christopher.' Nobody calls him that. Not even on set. Everyone just says 'Chris.' Not you though. Just sounds formal. Like he's interviewing for a job."

My face dropped as I realized that he'd inadvertently identified the issue with my romantic life.

"Oh, sorry. I shouldn't have said that. It's your business. Honestly, if you guys are happy, who am I to judge?"

I took a sip out of my drink to calm myself. "What, you mean your partners don't call you Harold?"

He laughed loudly, relieved I'd decided to make a joke of it.

"That, they never call me. They do call me other things, though." He cleared his throat and shifted so he was now sitting cross-legged, getting comfortable.

"Oh? Like what?"

"hmmm... let's see...oh, umm I've been called a 'fool,' umm... 'an arrogant son of a bitch,' what else? oh I know! 'Selfish' tends to be a popular one!" his laugh stopped dead in his throat when he looked up at me and saw that I wasn't laughing.

"oh god" he squealed. "I've done the thing, haven't I?"

"what thing?"

"Oh, you know. The thing where you accidentally overshare and say something revealing about yourself thinking it's gonna land as a funny joke, but it's actually kind of tragic when said out loud." he covered the top half of his face with his hand in embarrassment.

I tried my best reassuring voice, "not at all! It's fine. I promise. I just find it hard to believe that you're any of those things. I mean, does a selfish person constantly buy his friends take out and feed the crew on set and give people rides whenever they need to go somewhere? You've practically turned this place into a hotel for us!"

"That's all very sweet, Matilda, but, umm" he looked down at his feet and swallowed his breath. "My motives aren't entirely pure."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, I was dumped fairly recently. Days before I flew out here, actually." He said matter-of-factly

"God, I'm so sorry."

"I tried to tell you. It's why I wanted to talk so badly. After we, you know, kissed in the car. But anyway, I figure the less time I spend alone, the easier it is not to wallow in my pain, so I like having everyone over all the time. see? not so selfless..."

I tried to wrap my mind around what Harry had just told me. I'd assumed discussing the impulsive kiss in the car that night would be humiliating because he'd want to talk about my feelings and let me down easy. It never crossed my mind that there'd be some other reason for his hesitation. Suddenly, I felt like my heart was in the pit of my stomach.

"Hey, you okay? I haven't ruined your night, have I? Gosh, this happens when I drink; I just start babbling."

"No, no. You haven't. I'm glad you told me. I mean- are you feeling okay about it? What can I do to help?"

"Nothing! Really. Just being around you, seeing you everyday- It helps." He smiled, his eyes twinkling in the soft light of the room.

I felt my cheeks turn red. Not wanting him to see me blush, I looked away, but Harry caught my face between his thumb and index finger and turned me towards him. "I'm being serious. You're so- it's hard to be around you and not feel-"

Instead of finishing his sentences, he leaned forward and kissed me. Softly, at first, but the kiss quickly turned firm, making me moan into his mouth. I moved back into the couch, Harry hovering over me, never breaking the kiss, as his hands traveled down the sides of my body and found the bottom hem of the hoodie.

He paused a moment to catch his breath.

"Not that I don't love seeing you in my hoodie, but I really want that thing off you. Now."

I put my arms up as he peeled the hoodie off of me, revealing my pajama top. He moved his hand to the hem of the top, as if to take it off too, but surprised me when he went back to kissing. I ran my fingers through his curls, my breath getting hot and heavy as he trailed his lips down my body leaving wet kisses along my jaw line and neck. When he reached my breasts, he motioned for me to remove my top.

"Uh-Harry, wait." I sat up and crossed my arms over my chest.

He stopped his fervent touch immediately backing away, and looking up at me.

"You alright?"

"I- um. this is embarrassing, but" I felt my throat clamp up and tears sting the back of my eyes, but i was determined not to cry. Nobody likes a grown ass woman who cries during sex. BEFORE sex even happens.

"What it is, love? You can talk to me...." he rubbed a soothing hand over my knee.

"Could we- gosh, it's nothing...just- could we go s-slow, please? it's been a while since I've...oh god, I don't know why this is so hard to say. It's been a while since I've had sex. So, could we just, you know, go a bit slow?" As soon as the words were out of my mouth, i looked down and let myself shed a couple of tears before furiously wiping at my eyes with the palms of my hands hoping I hadn't opened the floodgates. I dared not look into Harry's eyes or try to figure out what he was thinking. In fact, I wished I hadn't said anything at all. I wished the floor would open up and swallow me whole.

"Wait, s-so...you and Chris haven't...?"

"No. Uh, not yet." I forced myself to look at him like an adult person having an adult conversation. I thought that I could see the concern on his face give way to a hint of, something else. Relief, perhaps, or a shred of satisfaction upon hearing that Christopher and I hadn't slept together, but that could just have been my tipsy and sleepy brain projecting a fantasy.

Harry quickly composed himself, clearing his throat and speaking reassuringly. "Listen, we don't have to do anything right now. Not that I don't want to. because believe me, I do. I'm sure if you look at what's going on beneath the....umm belt area...it's not a secret that I want you. But, I absolutely don't want to push you, if you're not comfortable."

"I want to! I am! I'm comfortable. I promise. Maybe not with just anyone. But with you, I'm comfortable."

"fuck, babe. You looking at me like that and saying those things to me... C'mere" he leaned in and kissed me passionately. I felt myself melt into the kiss, his lips soft and tasting faintly of the wine we'd been drinking. He was utterly irresistible.

He wasted no time in picking up where we had left off. going back to making his way down my body. As my breathing picked up, I felt him weave the fingers of his right hand through mine, then bring my hand up to his lips to kiss it.

"You alright ?"

"mhmm" I nodded.

"May I take your top off now?"

"yes, please, Harry."

"well, since you asked so nicely" he smiled.

His attempted humor made me realize that i'd been holding my breath in unintentionally. So I exhaled and let my body relax to his touch.

He tossed my top on the floor. I felt his eyes scanning my body with admiration. No one had ever looked at me that way before. "wow." He whispered to himself.

"Perfect" he kissed my collarbone. "You're perfect." he wrapped an arm around around me helping me lean back into the couch.

Something about the vulnerable position that I found myself in, exposed before his sharp green eyes made me feel supple and open for him.

Feeling him fiddle with the strap of my bra shook me out of that dazed feeling. "Har-umm.. could we....keep the bra on?"

"Yeah, of course." he spoke into the skin of my shoulder as he kissed and lightly grazed it.

"Sorry, I just don't feel--"

"Hey, hey, listen." He stopped, looking up at me and making a clearly conscious effort to soften his eyes. "You don't need to apologize. You don't need to explain yourself. Boundaries are to be respected. If you don't like something, just say the word. want you to be comfortable, okay?"

I nodded, hypnotized by his magnetic presence and the comforting words he spoke. Somehow, he not only knew exactly what to say, but also how to say it.

"For you too."

"what's that, honey?"

"Boundaries for you too. You should also feel comfortable letting me know what you like or don't like."

He smiled, revealing his adorable dimples. "You can count on it."

"Harry, one more thing? Just so we don't have to keep pausing...."

"what is it?"

"Do you have a condom on you?"

"embarrassingly, no, I don't. I'll go get one from upstairs."

He practically ran upstairs, skipping two steps at a time like a little kid.

I tried to relax and brace myself for what I knew was about to happen. I couldn't believe this is how my night was going. The thought of feeling Harry's skin on mine again had me tingling from head to toe and I couldn't stop smiling.

"Yeah, mate, I think she's downstairs." I heard Harry's voice from up the stair case. "I think she just couldn't sleep. I don't know."

Realizing that he wasn't alone, I scrambled to find and put my shirt back on. In the rush of it all, with my arms flailing about, trying to get dressed in time, I knocked over one of the wine glasses and spilled it everywhere. Jumping to my feet, I search furiously for a box of tissues. "fuck. fuck. fuck."

"Hey, look who I ran into upstairs." The expression on Harry's face was unreadable. I looked up to see Christopher by his side. "He was looking for you."

"Oh, Hi." I smiled at Christopher nervously.

"I woke up and you weren't around. Thought maybe you were in the bathroom or something. Where have you been?"

" Sleepless. Got antsy and.... spilled wine apparently... I'm so sorry, Harry." I wanted to say sorry for more than just the wine. I wanted to say much more to him.

Harry saw the stain on the carpet and rushed to the kitchen "I'll get that. It's- it's fine." He didn't meet my gaze or even glance my direction.

"Let's get you to bed. You get clumsy when you're sleepy." Christopher reached for my hand.

We went back upstairs leaving Harry behind to clean up the mess.

***

Day 2, 6:35 A.M.

"Good Morning!! I made pancakes!!" Harry's voice called out to us as Christopher and I descended the stairs, Sienna and her puppy trailing behind us. We'd all agreed to wake up early and go on a long hike this morning. I don't know about everyone else, but, I'd assumed that meant breakfast would be protein bars and coffee in to-go cups. Not...all this.

"When'd you wake up that you had time to do all this?" Sienna asked, her dog leaping out of her arms and whining affectionately at Harry with a sweet tail wag.

"Never went to bed." Harry replied smugly, as if an all-nighter were something to brag about. It was my fault. He was up all night because I'm an idiot. I watched as he took a piece of cheese from the amalgamation of breakfast foods that he had arranged on the counter next to the stove, and bent over giving it to the dog. He looked tired, and his hand, which held the pancake spatula, was shaky.

Christopher joined him by the stove to help. "Bro, how....how much espresso have you had?" gesturing towards the Moka pot and 6 espresso cups in the kitchen sink.

"Not sure. It all gets a bit hazy after, like, the 3rd shot i think? Which reminds me. I should make coffee!!"

"Harry you're jittery" Sienna took the pancake spatula out of his hand and took over the cooking.

"But I'm fine, I promise! Look I made hash browns. And eggs sunny side up, and there's fresh juice in the juicer!"

"You're done. Go to bed, Harry. or at least the couch." Christopher declared, pushing Harry by the shoulders and leading him away from the stove. "Hey, would you see to it that he actually makes it to his bedroom? Sienna and I will finish up here. We'll call you when breakfast's on the table."

I nodded, putting on my best motherly demeanor. "Let's go, Harry. c'mon." I put a hand on his back leading him to the bedroom while the dog followed us.

In his room, I closed the blinds and turned off all the lights explaining that he's probably overstimulated and wired from all that caffeine and that total darkness would do him good. He plopped on the bed and gestured for me to come join him.

"Don't be dumb." I rolled my eyes.

"Why not? That's not how you felt last night!" He tried to wink playfully but in his current state it could've just as easily been an eye-twitch.

"Christopher's right outside. in your kitchen." I reminded him.

"So, we're waiting til you break up with him?"

"Harry- I-"

"No. Don't. Don't say it."

"I'm not going to break up with him."

"Why the fuck not?!" He stood up, off the bed, and walked towards me. The dog pawing at his ankles, so he bent down and picked her up.

I turned towards the door and shut it carefully. "Would you lower your voice!"

"Fine, just tell me why not? What about last night?"

"Harry, don't you think it's concerning that we only gravitate towards each other when something's wrong? when we're emotional, when we're drunk? That's not how healthy relationships should start!"

"We only do that because you won't give us a real chance. Won't communicate." he gestured with his hand moving the dog around.

"Why would I, when I have a good thing going with Christopher? I like Christopher. He's kind. He's there for me. He's patient.... and please put the dog down, you're shaking her!"

"And I'm not those things?.... don't worry, she likes it." Harry reached out to put a hand on my arm, but I pulled away. "I can do slow. I can do calm. We can take this one step at a time. Any pace you want."

"No. No we can't, Harry." I shook my head, tears falling down my face.

"Why not?" He sighed, frustrated, setting the dog down.

"Because being around you makes me crazy. dizzy with all sorts of feelings. A pit burning in my stomach. Like my skin is on fire! Besides, you told me yourself, you JUST got out of a relationship. You haven't even had time to deal with it yet-"

"Oh bullshit! Don't throw that in my face. Don't you see? that dizziness, the skin on fire...that's passion. It's a GOOD thing. You know what I think? I think it scares you, you're running away and choosing the safe, boring option because-"

"I'm done. this conversation is over."

I turned on my heels, ran out the door and slammed it behind me.

***

The whole day felt like a never-ending nightmare of emotional torture. The worst part of it is, I wasn't sure if I was the victim or the perpetrator. Harry followed me with his eyes all day. Every time I reached for the fruit bowl at breakfast, or licked a drop of maple syrup off my finger, Harry was staring. On our hike, if I bent down to tie my shoes, or if Christopher held my hand, or put his arm around me, Harry was looking. I wasn't sure if he was judging, teasing, or trying to shoot lasers out of his eyes and destroy me.

That evening, as we all gather in Harry's living room, plopped on the sofa, watching some Netflix show and working our way through a couple of pizzas, I received a text from my father.

Dad (7:03 PM): We're close by. Should be in town in about 45 minutes. Wanna meet up for dinner?

I felt the air get sucked out of my lungs as I read the words that appeared on my screen. My body tensed up and my heart was racing. I'd avoided my family to the point where the distance brought them to me. If I wasn't so anxious I'd find the irony amusing. Christopher must have noticed the nauseated look on my face because he sat up and asked me if everything was alright.

"Yeah, it's just my dad." I attempted to sound reassuring, but I think everyone in the room heard the crack in my voice.

"You sure you're alright?"

"Yeah, my family's in town. They wanna see me."

"Oh, that's nice." Christopher picked up on my hesitation, and, judging by Sienna's muting of the TV, and Harry putting his plate down, so did everyone else. "It's nice...right?"

"Yeah. I guess. My family's just complicated. I'm gonna get dressed and go meet them."

I walked out of the room as quickly as I could, extremely aware of their concerned gazes. While I appreciated their sympathy, I also felt embarrassed and worried that I'd burden them with my nonsense. I needed to be alone.

I ran straight into the guest bathroom and shut the door behind me sliding down the door and falling to the floor in tears. Minutes felt like hours as I sat against the door attempting (and failing) to catch my breath and stop my tears.

There was a knock on the door.

"You alright in there?" It was Harry.

I said nothing.

"Can hear you crying, you know."

I parted my lips and took a deep breath, ready to yell at him to leave me alone, but I felt tongue-tied.

"Hello? Please let me in!"

[varietaltiger23]

🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️👀👀your requests are open

I have this idea in my head were Terano South’s tiny (short) s/o was gaging on his monster cock and then getting rough sex after

I humbly thank you for this and hope your pillows feel like clouds and your charger to always work and  Sorry to all my folks who are 5'7 if your reading this but you are now below that but on the bright side you get dick. Also I got freak nasty with this one so sorry yall

This has/contains : deep throating, talk of cum in a bit of detail, public area a bit, plug, playing with plug for a bit, pet name such as bunny, degrading talk, no prep aside from the plug just to be clear, touching/grinding in public, this is filthy filthy smut, you have been warned.

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You'd always joked about how you could take his dick, about how he could just shove it down your throat without notice. And south finally decided to call your bluff and call he did.

"Was that a gag I heard, thought you could take me or were you just bluffing. After all you still have half my dick to go. " south teased as he watched from the seat of his bike

You had spent the whole meeting messing with him while letting your fingers ghost over his crotch. And after he finally told everyone to leave. You were shoved to your knees with only the command to get sucking.

"Such a small thing, you barely reach my stomach yet you insist on acting as if your taller than 5'7 (170.18). " as he watched your throat bulge and felt it spasm as you took more in.

It felt as if you were try to fit a BLT in one gulp but this BLT has a much greater prize for fitting it. A prize that would make you stuff from both sides if done right, after all why only limit on hole to getting a treat.

What's wrong brat, you were doing so good. Could have redeemed yourself if you had only taken a bit more. I'm not helping a sly brat get their reward when they were so cocky before. " all south gave you after was a small daunting smile as if to mock the one you had worn.

But he did say that after you took him you'd be redeemed and redeeming ment him finally fucking you. Maybe just maybe you could reach his base but it would have to be quick and couldn't last long without choking.

South watched with interest as you pulled your knees right under you while looking as if you were hyping yourself up to tale a shot or do a dare.

"What's wrong little on-oh shit".

"Do that again and you won't be walking for a month, much less leaving the house without having to be cover from head to toe. But you did just as I asked so I'll give you a sweet reward, alright bunny. " south said as he moved his hand to your neck and slowly started moving.

Maybe choosing the gaint as a boyfriend was the right move after all it put you in the position to be throat fucked and used a rag doll. Plus the groans coming from south vibrated through you plus he was unknownly rutting you against his leg so you weren't going all the way untouched.

"You like that bunny, like being used as just another slut. You better take every last drop of your treat. " ppunctuating the last few words as he soon held you  to his base.

You had guesses on how south's cum would taste or feel. But this was the best outcome you could ask for, it reminded you of heavy cream that stuck to your throat easily and tasted a bit bitter but with a musky after taste to it. But of course with his size you couldn't keep every bit in But at least you didn't let it hit the floor.

Finally feeling south pull you from his dick. South was greeted with a slightly open jaw that had cum on the lower parts with a few droplets socking your shirt.

"What a pretty bunny I have, being able to take me all the way and not letting a single drop of my cum fall onto the floor. Let's get to the real reward part." As he picked you up and brought you to rest on one of the tables in the meeting room.

Well guess your plan worked out, now you wanna know how south will react to the plug you have indie you since this morning. Today was the day lust finally won. You watched with anticipation as south pulled your pants down with one tug only to be greeted with your hole clenching around a red plug with rhinestones spelling out bunny.

"Haha what a freaky little bunny I have, but at least we won't have to wait for the finale now. " as he thumbed over the the plug slightly pushing it in further then catching it with his nails to pull it out a bit.

Of course he would torment you like this, he was cruel til the end. Until he finally pulled it out while slowly but he kept stopping to so he could look you in the eyes while you whined for him to just pull it out, honestly you were the only symphony he wanted to listen too.

"South, Minami please just fuck please. I'll be good and won't move an inch swear it. Let you fill me up all nice and plump." Was the last sentence South needed to hear when he wanted to be gentle and drag this out but knowing that you wanted him, all of him well he knew the plan now.

With on last look into your eyes, he yanked the plug out and lined him self up while pushing your legs against your chest so he wouldn't have any interfere.

And with a shove he fit right in. Moans mixed with throaty groans were drowned out with the skin slapping skin and a table creaking in protest for having two people leaned on it plus one's leg propped up to add more force.

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I hope yall enjoyed this and yes I did include souths name

[oddsconvert]

for ronan (about both whumpees): 🏷️🚪🏃

for izaak: 👕🐶🚪🏃🤔

From this ask game!

Ronan:

🏷️ - Does your Whumpee have any markings that make it clear who they belong to?

"Well, I found that abhorrent brand on Henley's chest that I'm not best pleased about. That's not staying, I'm getting rid of it. Another man's mark on my property is absurd. He'll bare my mark soon enough; my family crest. Izaak too. They're my property.

🚪- Is your Whumpee allowed any sort of privacy?

"Do they really need any? Deserve any, even? They get the door locked, left alone for however long I'm sleeping at night and that's it, if they want their precious privacy. I watch the security footage in the morning to make sure no dodgy shit or scheming has been going on...I guess even then that's not privacy, is it?

Can't be too careful at the end of the day. They'll only abuse too much freedom and trust."

🏃 - What would you do if your Whumpee ever tried to leave you? Or what have you done if they’ve already tried?

"The key is to corrupt their thinking and make them believe that in some warped way... what you're offering them in captivity is an immeasurable gift. In comparison to what you could do.

And that's why if either of the little brats tried to escape, I'd send them to the brink of death. I don't even want to hear the pleas for mercy or to spare their life, I just want to know that they nearly went there - they nearly reached the other side for a brief moment. Drag that fear out of them where only that clouds their judgement and they couldn't fathom ever doing it again. Because staying means less pain."

Izaak's answers below :)

Izaak

👕- Is your Whumpee only allowed to wear what you choose? If so, what do you normally choose?

"He gets what he's given and he doesn't get to complain. Some owners would leave him with nothing. I won't splash out unnecessary money on a pet, he gets hand me downs and old clothes I'd bin otherwise. They're mostly torn apart, ripped and too big for him but he's got clothes at least.

I don't really allow him to wear tops or jumpers unless it's freezing cold. I find it gets in the way if he needs to be punished. Easier to have quick access to him."

🐶- Do you use a collar and/or some kind of leash on your Whumpee? Why or why not? (I'm answering this one from current Izaak perspective <3)

"He was my pet. Of fucking course he had a collar and leash. It was a thick, black leather collar with a large D ring on the front, and the leash was just to either keep him in place or drag him where I wanted to take him. None of that electric shock stuff, that's cowardly. Owners that use those are amateurs, can't even train their pets without some little device doing all their work for them.

I'd like to point out he cried like a bitch and tried to put his collar back on when I was prepping him ready for Ronan to collect. Heartbroken that I was taking it away from him."

🚪- Is your Whumpee allowed any sort of privacy?

"The teeniest bit. I don't wanna see him change, or clean, or any other grody crap. I leave him to his own business for that, I'm not his carer or his babysitter.

Other than that, I do watch him like a hawk. He won't try anything, I'm certain. He's well past that shit but... I won't let my guard down enough to give him the opportunity".

🏃- What would you do if your Whumpee ever tried to leave you? Or what have you done if they've already tried?

"He has tried. And failed. Back when he was still new and learning. I'm pretty sure he's got the scars to prove it, physical and mental. (A/N: Not gonna go too much into detail bc I may be delving into this for chapter three <3).

I promised him if he ever tried to run again, I'd paralyse him any whatever way I deemed fit. Whether I needed to break his legs, fuck around with his spine, dose him with paralytics. And I swore to him that I'd go after his family so even if by some miracle he made it? Where would he have to go back to... he'd be stuck."

🤔- How do you think your Whumpee really feels about you do you? Do you care?

"He's told me time and time again how he hates my guts, wants to see me keel over and die - blah blah blah. I couldn't give less of a shit. He's too scared to tell me that anymore and that's all that matters. As long as I've got myself a well-behaved pet, that's all I care about."

[yunhofingers-writes]

Let’s Play A Game- SeongSang

Note♥︎- Please I was working on this for a week..Special thank you to @tenelkadjowrites for giving me advice <3 and This is an early Happy Birthday for @multidreams-and-desires since i’ll be a bit busy for these past two days for my recital. I’ll give you something better if you don’t like this though ! also sorry for taking so long with an update for “Diary Fantasies” I was going through writers block.. comments will be nice please

Genre♡︎- Smut

Warnings/Tags♥︎- Degrading (slut), Master, Top! Hwa, bottom! Yeo, MXM SMUT, unprotected sex, choking, oral, dirty talk, rimming, Seonghwa got big dick syndrome, talks of restraints, and Yeosang has blonde hair and Seonghwa has black hair here

Pairing: Yeosang X Seonghwa

Word count♡︎- 1,973+

❥-Yeosang smiled as he applied the clear lip gloss to his lips. Seonghwa called him earlier, telling him he wants to play a game with him and telling him to dress pretty for him. Yeosang had on white, see through briefs with roses decorating them, a white choker that connected to his nipple clamps, and a long, white, high knee socks.

Now, Yeosang isn’t one to lose or back down from a challenge so he easily accepted it. He got dressed and sat on the bed, waiting for Seonghwa to get back from the shower.

He almost dozed off waiting for Seonghwa until he heard the bathroom door open. He sat up and looked at the way Seonghwa walked in with just a towel on. His eyes traveled to the water dripping off of his abs, his tiny waist, and the thick bulge that poked out of the towel.

“My eyes are here, baby.” Yeosang looked up at Seonghwa with wide eyes, licking his lips.

“I see.” Yeosang responded and got up doing a small spin. “I dressed up nice for you like you asked.”

Seonghwa felt himself twitch at the boy’s choice of ‘dressed up' and walked over to him, towel loosening up every step he took.

“Don’t you look gorgeous.” Seonghwa lightly traced the clamps, tugging once his finger reached the middle part. “You look so pretty, baby. Can I take a picture of you?” Seonghwa asked and Yeosang nodded, looking at Seonghwa with huge puppy eyes.

Seonghwa took more than one picture with Yeosang in different angles and different poses. He was going to continue until Yeosang had asked him what was the game he wanted to play.

Seonghwa stopped what he was doing and put his phone up only to get on top of Yeosang, attacking his lips with his. Yeosang noticed and snatched the towel from Seonghwa’s waist, throwing it to the side. Seonghwa bit Yeosang’s bottom lip, pulling away, stretching it. He squeezed his stomach in lightly at the faint touch of Seonghwa’s cock touching him.

Seonghwa smirked and got up, biting his lip at how Yeosang already had looked fucked out. His head turned towards the left, cock hard and leaking through his briefs, and his eyes were completely dazed.

Seonghwa wanted to ruin him.

Yeosang looked up at Seonghwa, ready to find out what the game was going to be.

Seonghwa finally answered Yeosang’s unanswered question.

“I want you to tell me your most dirtiest fantasy.” He kissed Yeosang’s belly.

That’s all he wanted? Yeosang wandered. They don’t usually have ‘kinky’ sex or anything, just the usual, casual sex. Nothing thrilling really and Yeosang really didn’t want to tell him his fantasy, specifically because it is.. nasty.

“Here’s where the real game began. I’m going to touch your pretty body as much as I want and where I want while you’re telling me. If you moan even once, you’ll have to tell me a different fantasy.”

“Wait, so even if i’m in the middle of the story and I moan-“

“You’ll have to switch to a different one.” Seonghwa finished

“And what if I win?”

“Then you’ll get my cock in any position you want.”

Yeosang blushed. He never knew Seonghwa had such a filthy mouth like this until now. He didn’t know how to react to it.

“What if I run out of fantasies?” Yeosang felt bad he kept questioning, but he needed to know.

Seonghwa smiled reassuringly .

“You’ll only have 3 tries, baby. If I win, you can’t cum tonight.”

Seonghwa is kind of enjoying this. He went out earlier with Wooyoung to go shopping and asked Wooyoung has Yeosang ever told him anything he likes during sex, because he noticed Yeosang seemed kind of bored with casual sex. He told Seonghwa that Yeosang really like sex games and lots of dirty talk so he spent the rest of the day learning different things about ‘dirty talk’ and different kind of sex games and his favorite has to be ‘oral dice’ he’s definitely going to try that.

Yeosang stopped to think about it and decided ‘fuck it.’ He agreed and laid down, waiting for Seonghwa to start.

Seonghwa took a deep breath before starting. He palmed Yeosang through his briefs, squeezing him lightly to tell him he’s ready for him to start.

Yeosang's breath hitched before he could start. He closed his eyes, feeling Seonghwa’s hand rub up and down his torso.

“I’ve had this one dream.” He swallowed, hips jumping up when Seonghwa pinched his nipple. “Y-you were u-uhm, you were saying all of these dirty things to me.” He was almost done. He’s going to win on his first try.

“Mhm what dirty things, baby?” Seonghwa rasped, tugging at the nipple clamps making Yeosang moan out loud. “Aw, I really wanted to know what dirty things I was telling you, baby. Oh well, I'm sure that you have something else in that pretty, dirty mind of yours.” Seonghwa smirked and Yeosang frowned. He wanted to win on his first try.

He’s going to win this time, he’s determined. He calmed his nerves and straightened his back.

“I’m starting again.” Seonghwa warned before touching Yeosang’s inner thighs, lightly.

“I once daydreamed at work, thinking about how big your cock is.” He bit his lip, stopping the moan from coming from his throat at the way Seonghwa finally pulled his cock out of his briefs.

“Y-your hands were holding my hands down above my h-head and you were f-fucking my mouth.” He finished with a deep breath.

Seonghwa looked up at Yeosang with a dark gaze.

“Tell me, what was I saying to you? Was I whispering filthy things to you while you took my cock? Seonghwa asked before taking Yeosang full.

Yeosang moaned loudly, feeling Seonghwa’s mouth on his cock. He thrusted his hips up, wanting more. Seonghwa pulled up and laughed at him

“Everytime we get to the good part, you end up moaning, baby.” He teased and Yeosang threw his head back, upset that Seonghwa’s mouth isn’t on him anymore.

“That’s not fair, you literally put your mouth on me.” He whined and Seonghwa just smiled at him.

“I said I'll touch wherever and however I want , didn't I? He tilted his head and Yeosang rolled his eyes.

“Aww baby, are you sad that you’re finally losing?” Seonghwa pouted at him.

“I won’t lose.” He told Seonghwa, licking his hand only to rub Seonghwa’s cock twice, biting his lip at the deep groan Seonghwa let out.

“We’re playing like that? Okay.” Seonghwa cracked his neck and got on top of Yeosang, leaning down by his ear. “Same rules except this time you have to tell me everything I've said to you in the second fantasy.”

Yeosang shivered at Seonghwa’s words, breathing heavily at the intense moment in the air. He had to think about what story was the first one for a moment.

He took another deep breath. Now this time is his time to win. He’s going to win.

“You were calling me degrading names.” Yeosang felt Seonghwa take off his briefs. “You said I looked pathetic, thrusting in the air trying to feel friction.” Yeosang’s breath hitched when Seonghwa licked his hole with his flat tongue, but he continued anyway. “Y-you called me a nasty slut and came down my throat.” He finally finished.

Seonghwa hummed and added a finger inside of him. “You won, baby.” He smiled at him and turned his finger inside of yeosang. “You can have me anyway you want.”

Yeosang moaned loudly, happy that he could now make noise. His hands went down to rub his cock, he yelped the moment Seonghwa’s hand made contact with his hand.

“Did I tell you to touch yourself, slut?” Seonghwa almost growled out, adding another finger inside of him.

Yeosang whined at the words that left his throat. He wants to hear more of that. Seonghwa sounded so fucking good like that, growling, voice deep in his dom tone.

Seonghwa scissored Yeosang’s hole with his two fingers. Yeosang’s moans were like music to his ears. Listening to Yeosang’s moans could make him bust right there.

“You sound so fucking hot.” He took a dramatic pause just to thrust his two fingers inside of the blonde and groaned at the way Yeosang whined. “Taking my fingers like a good boy.” He smirked.

Yeosang threw his head back and tugged with his nipple clamps . “Y-yes, i’m your good boy, master.” The word slipped out almost too fast for him to catch it. His fast turned a deep pink color, embarrassed that he let that out.

Seonghwa paid no mind to it and added another finger. “Once I finish prepping you, you can have master any way you want, baby. I’ll even choke you since you like being choked. Even if it’s not with my cock.” Seonghwa licked his lips at the thought of choking Yeosang with his cock.

He curled his finger inside of Yeosang, chuckling darkly. Yeosang wailed loudly, his cock now red and angry.

“I-I’m ready, Seonghwa. Just please.” He begged and Seonghwa tsk’ed.

“I’m sorry, who?”

Yeosang blushed and looked down at Seonghwa. “M-master, I'm ready to take your cock.”

Seonghwa curled once more before taking his fingers out of Yeosang, cleaning them on the bed.

“How do you want me, baby?”

Yeosang thought about it before smiling at Seonghwa. “I want to ride you.”

They quickly switched positions after hearing that. Seonghwa was holding his cock in place so Yeosang can slide down. Yeosang slowly slid down, his ass facing Seonghwa with a small shudder. His body went limp when Seonghwa bottomed out inside of him. Seonghwa groaned and held on to Yeosang’s hips tightly.

Yeosang just stayed there for a minute or two before he decided he was ready to move. He placed his hands on Seonghwa’s shin and began bouncing.

Seonghwa slapped Yeosang’s ass hard, biting his lip at the sight in front of him. He watched the way Yeosang’s ass bounced in front of him, the way his cock disappeared in Yeosang.

“G-god, baby.. come on, you move faster.” He teased, gripping Yeosang’s ass hard. That’s definitely going to leave a mark there if his hand for a while.

“Y-you’re so big.” Yeosang moaned.

He slowed his movements down just to tease Seonghwa a bit.

Clearly, that worked.

Seonghwa growled and grabbed Yeosang by his neck, bringing him down on his chest a little harder than intended. His worries stopped when Yeosang clenched tightly around him.

Seonghwa propped his feet up before wildly bucking into Yeosang, panting into his ear. “You’re so warm, baby.” He bite Yeosang's ear. “You must really like being choked and manhandled, baby. You’re clenching so tight around master..”

Yeosang reacted with a whorish moan. His eyes rolled in the back of his head.

Seonghwa tugged at Yeosang’s nipple clamps harshly with his other hand.

Yeosang sinfully grinded down once more, before cumming unexpectedly. Seonghwa gasped loudly, not expecting that. He fucked into Yeosang faster, close to cumming.

“W-where do you want it?” He rasped in Yeosang’s with his deep voice and Yeosang drooled, telling him to cum inside of him.

Seonghwa bucked into Yeosang a few more times before finally painting Yeosang’s insides with a moan of Yeosang’s name.

Yeosang got up slowly, moaning at the overstimulation and turned towards Seonghwa and sat in his torso. Seonghwa’s hand wrapped around Yeosang’s body and hummed.

“Did I satisfy you, Angel?” Seonghwa asked and Yeosang nodded happily.

“Yes, It felt so good. I didn’t know you talked dirty.”

“Me either, until I saw how my voice clearly affected you.”

Yeosang looked away.

“Can we talk about your master kink?” Seonghwa teased and Yeosang smacked his chest and hid his face between Seonghwa’s pecs.

“Let’s go get cleaned up.”

End

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