#even though it sounds like I TRASHED this film I had a good time! I laughed! I gave it 4 stars on letterboxd!

[velvet-paradox]

Pornstar!König preview

"Hullo?" Your tired voice asked, flinging your other hand over your eyes. There was some shuffling and ruffling sounds, someone was shouting in the background and Rhiannon by Fleetwood Mac could be faintly heard through the chaos.

"This better be fucking important."

"Y/N! Oh thank fuck, I need a favor." It was Tammy, your agent sounding frantic as she cursed at someone nearby.

"Now?"

"Yes now! The new girl must've been nervous as shit to film because she showed up fucking trashed, we can't use her." Tammy huffed into the phone. "We're losing time and money!"

"What's that got to do with me, Tam?"

"An I.O.U. I swear I'll make it up to you if you can get your ass up and ready to film. I can get you a car in ten minutes." Tammy was good people, always put you first even if her brash tone and stony glare had others hightailing it out of her office. Sometimes they were crying; men and women.

"Who's shoot is it?" You asked with a huff as you sadly came to the conclusion that you were not going back to bed at 2:45AM. It was a Wednesday night for fucks sake!

"The Colonel." Tammy's voice flinched.

"Seriously?"

"Come on please Y/N, be sweet for me ok? I'll do your laundry for a week… no a month! Dry cleaning too, you name it you got it. Plus," you could hear the click of a lighter followed by a deep inhale, no doubt another cigarette burning between her chapped but painted lips. "I'll even give you a "$300 advance."

"You do know we're not on speaking terms, right?"

Tammy snorted. "What? Since when?"

"Since Going Down in the Valley! He really gave me an earful on how I should've done better and stretched my jaw before coming to set. So I told him in not so many words that I'm not one of his little soldiers that he can boss around. He didn't like that too much."

You said with a sigh, remembering the stern look he gave down his nose, over his entire head covering. His crossed over massive arms and tilted his head with a click of his teeth. He really didn't like it when you mirrored his posture.

"We'll figure it out when you get here, yeah? For me please, Y/N? You know your my best girl and honestly you're really the only one who can thoroughly handle him." Tammy swindled her way into your veins and answer.

It was tempting. A little too tempting as you weighed your options.

Rent was due, the fridge was a little lacking, you needed gas… She practically squealed with delight as you agreed to the offer, hanging up the phone to take a quick shower and grab your to-go bag before the car arrived.

….

Once on the set, or what was today's mansion and master bedroom of choice, Tammy had rushed up to you with a make-up bag and a flash-in-the-pan hug. She thrusted the two page script to your chest. After curling your lashes and sweeping on some gloss, you slipped into the slinky dress as you went over the obscure dialogue. It was something different.

Something soft and sweet. A couples anniversary, some heavy petting on the ride home, taunts of playfulness. Intrigue. Lust.

Not the rough stuff you were used to when it came to shooting with the Colonel.

Your strappy heels clicked along the freshly polished floors, boom mics and camera men moved around you like puffs of smoke, Tammy who was indeed smoking was frustrated with the lighting.

You paused when you saw him.

König was dressed in a nice and well tailored suit, the jacket held his bulky arms tightly, the button down was checkered and stretched to the very last thread. He looked good. Even though you were giving him the silent treatment as of late, you could appreciate fine art when you saw it.

Your body thrummed when König adjusted his signature face covering hood, messing with the hem before he turned around and saw you for the first time.

You opened your mouth to say something when the bigger, much bigger man spoke.

"Oh no. No no. Nein nein nein!" The Colonel threw up his hands and headed for the master bedroom door.

"Colonel, wait." Tammy shouted, tossing her cigarette into the sink with sizzle, chasing after him and touching his forearm.

"I am not doing a scene with her again." He stated and pointed down at the feather haired agent, he did give you another look though before tearing his arm out of her grip. "Not until she apologizes."

"Well nice to see you too, sir." You snorted and leaned against the built in vanity, fluffing your hair a bit more, fixing your necklace.

"Watch it!"

Tammy put her hands up between the pair of you, the frames of her glasses slipping down the slope of her button nose. You looked up at your co-star, with a head tilt of your own.

"Come on you two, what happened to your chemistry? You guys made us all fucking rich when we shot Tits For That! Can't you put whatever the hell you've got goin' on on the back burner to make some dough?" Tammy made the money gesture with her two fingers in your face. "Who doesn't like money? Think of how much fun we had shooting Bunker Bunny 7!"

"I refuse to work with such a petulant little brat like Velveteen." He huffed, the mask billowing slightly. "You're mature enough to get railed on film but not apologize? Make sense, bitte!"

"Oh, here we go." You sighed and rolled your eyes, truly one of the only things König couldn't stomach unless he was fucking the brat or sass out of someone.

"Can't you two please be adults?"

"So I gagged a little too hard, big deal?! You have women choking on that thing twice a week but oh no, I do it once and make it sloppy and suddenly I'm the only one being scolded." You snarked, a few of the crew members made a noise and moved out of view. König scoffed and Tammy put her head in her hands, thumbs going to ease the headache you two were throwing at her.

"I did not scold you. I tried to help you and you then spat on my boots remember? Real mature."

"Too bad."

"Children! Please, we're not getting any younger and we're losing time here. Can you both please just try and get along so we can get this done and go home."

"I was at home, remember?" You made a face and then apologized to Tam, it wasn't her fault.

No taglist as of yet; lemme know! :)

[pray-montana]

As someone who is also a despicable me fan I’d love to hear some headcannons for Valentina (as someone who struggles with making headcannons I’d like to hear some from another persons view)

Thank you very much for your question. I couldn’t even imagine that someone would be interested in my opinion about the DM characters!

Unfortunately, the summary about Valentina is quite vague, but this has its advantages. So the field for thought becomes much wider ✍️✍️✍️

I'd like to start by saying that Valentina is an ally, but also independent of Maxime and his views on villainy (not like Harley and Joker.) This makes her not only a modern woman but also a strong character if the writers aren't lazy. It’s a pity that her summary and explanations contain no specific facts, other than the fact that she is cool and a proponent of a healthy lifestyle💀

• I think that in her relationship with Maxime, she is the voice of reason. Even if he believes that he's the head of the family, he makes the final decisions after considering her reasonable arguments. She's able not only to convince Maxime, but also to cheer him up in the worst times, even if it doesn’t seem so at first.

• Compared to Maxime's bright appearance and eccentric behavior, she silently shows who is trash here.

• She, unlike Maxime, is a perfect pilot of their giant ship. Plus, judging by her emotions in some of the shots, she really enjoys it! In this, I understand her 🏎️💨

• Sofía Vergara claimed that Valentina's arrogant personality also concealed a soft side. I believe that this side is personified in her dog, who, in contrast, looks very friendly. At first I even thought that it would be better for them to even swap pets with Poppy.

• I think she was that rich straight-A student in high school. BUT! It wasn't for nothing that she was considered the coolest girl at the Lycée. She looks very intelligent, reserved, and calculating, which is perfect for a villain. C'mon, she got her boyfriend out of jail?!?!?

• She has a whole ritual of preparing for going out, from beauty procedures to choosing outfits and combing her pet's hair. But Maxime still gets ready longer, even though he has half as much to do.

• Valentina looks like a trendsetter. She probably has a whole collection of branded shoes, handbags and other luxury items.

• Valentina is SINCERE in her relationship with Maxime. Have you seen the shot of her smiling enthusiastically when he shows her his invention? God, I want to wish this dynamic for everyone who wants to find a healthy relationship.

• I'm convinced that she knows a lot about humor, and in a way that not everyone will understand: Valentina will joke with the same serious face and voice as usual. You just need to listen to the words. (Perhaps her vibe is somewhat reminiscent of Daria series?)

• I think she actually doesn't treat Gru badly and may even enlist his help in the film. At the meeting, she simply doesn't care about Gru and everyone else. But she'll only help to take revenge for the sake of Maxime... as long as it's sounds like a good idea

• I think that before her relationship with Maxime, Val was disdainful of insects. However, she then worked through the issue and became neutral with it. By the way, she vibes like a dragonfly, don’t you agree?

• Val had to get used to the fact that her partner was special not only in personality but also... Well, in general, at the moment she has no problems with Maxime's features. Great message about accepting other people. I respect that!

• She may be soft on the inside, but she doesn’t act like she’s being overly cute. She looks like an adult woman and shows gentleness, attention, and care like an adult too.

• She often has to save Maxime from trouble, even from the stupidest ones, like a flytrap. But it doesn't annoy her at all🤲

• I am convinced that Valentina was the one who instilled self-confidence in Maxime and offered him a way to present himself, based on his hidden qualities!

In any case, I am sure that the relationship between Valentina and Maxime will be harmonious not only within the framework of being villains, but also as ordinary people. They don't look like people I'd want to wish bad things upon.

[dawnagustd]

the ironed blacksmith || jjk

The queen has made her list and checked it twice. She’s visiting those who have been naughty, and punishing them in ways that are oh so nice.

- Part of the Unholy Night Series.  

➻ title: the ironed blacksmith  ➻ pairing: blacksmith!jungkook x f!reader  ➻ genre: fantasy | holiday | magic | smut  ➻ word count: 1.4k  ➻ rating: 18+    ➻ warnings: unprotected sex | cum shots/cum play | overstimulation | more fat ass cock !!! | degradation | hard dom!jk | sub!reader | bdsm | sadist!jk | restraints(spreader bar) | degradation/heavy name calling (slut, bitch, whore) | controlled orgasms | pull out method | doggystyle | missionary | rough sex | mentions gagging | pain kink | this bitch is crying again | begging | wrist pinning | spanking | mentions branding | mentions teasing | mentions bullying(back story) | mentions infidelity | a bit of aftercare | we know how we end these so yeah... rip koo’s feelings | I think that’s all      ➻ author’s note: Can y’all believe we’re almost done? Thanks again @taechwitaaah for helping me clean these up. I hope everyone is enjoying themselves. Love you !!

The thing with Jungkook is… 

These bitches are always trying to fix him. And every goddamn time, they end up broken. A pair of Bambi eyes, tattoos, and pouty lips have never gotten your attention. But tonight, you’ll give him a try. 

You found the bitter blacksmith working hard on Christmas Eve while blasting his alternative rock to tune out the cheerful spirits of Heauxville. He answered the door with a scowl but couldn’t resist the urge to blow off some steam.

See, Jeon used to be a tiny kid. Some of the town’s most respected citizens used to bully him around. But those were the old days. 

Now he’s larger, stronger, and a whole lot meaner. He also has a thing for treating the town’s residents like shit, especially the wives of the ones who put him through hell. They allow Jungkook to treat them just as poorly and embarrass their family name. 

He lures them in with those dreamy eyes, and once he’s bent them over a few times, he sends them on their way. They’re ruined, and soon after—divorced and lonely. All that is left for them to do is send their lover boy gifts and hope he reconsiders denying their love.

But Jungkook’s heart is stone-cold. He doesn’t give a fuck about your feelings, darling.

…..

“Fuck! You feel so good, Jungkook.” 

Ever since Jungkook threw you down here, the only thing you’ve been able to see through your blurred vision are the raging flames from the fire. Your watery eyes create a thick film that alters your vision. The rasp in your voice sounds like you’ve been screaming for hours, and it feels like you have. You knew he’d push limits, but you’ve endured a lot more than you bargained for tonight.

You’ve been spanked and branded until your ass turned sore and red. Your cunt has been teased until you cried, and your body has been bent in every possible way. You’ve lost track of time; there’s no telling how long you’ve had your face buried in this rug, your back arched, and your ass in the air.

The straps on the spreader bar dig into your skin, but you haven’t even noticed. You’re too busy trying to remember your own name, and keep your sanity.

“Whore, did I ask you to speak?” 

Jungkook spits venom each time he speaks. You’d be lying if you said his harshness didn’t make your cunt drip. The very first time he addressed you as whore you were a mess. 

“No, but—”

He smacks your ass before you can finish, bringing a fresh wave of tears to your eyes, and arousal to your core.

“Well, shut the fuck up,” he growls in your ear. “…Or I gag you.”

You don’t take his threat lightly. If Jungkook takes away your ability to scream his name, you’ll probably lose your mind. You already can’t move an inch while being restrained in this position. You let out a sob every time his cock enters your guts.

You can understand why one would take being treated like trash; Jungkook is addicting. You can’t get enough, and even though he has a heart of ice, you know he’s loving the way you feel too.

“I told you I’d wipe that smirk right off your face, didn’t I?” he grunts.

You’re trying to hear what he’s saying, but it’s hard to do when you’re this drunk off of cock. 

When the force of his thrusts sends you flying forward, his hands are already in the position to pull you back on his dick. You have zero control of your body in this position. You’re only a couple of holes for him to fuck. And for whatever stupid reason, that makes you proud.

“Answer me, bitch!” 

He slaps your ass to grab your attention. The sting ripples and spreads all over your skin. Your arousal leaks uncontrollably, ruining the surface beneath you.

“Jungkook, please!”

He scoffs and continues to fuck you like he’s got somewhere to be after this.

“Please, what?” he asks. “Use some fucking words. If you know how.”

“I can’t hold it anymore, Jungkook,” you press.

He leans over your body and places his head on top of yours while he continues to wreck you from behind. 

“You’re pathetic.”

“I know,” you whisper. “I’m sorry.”

He frees you from your restraints and flips you over. His eyes are dark and filled with desire. You know he’s about to give you everything he has, and you are more than thankful to accept.

“Keep your eyes on me, and I’ll think about it,” he mutters. 

Jungkook opens your legs, creating space for himself. You try to pull him closer, but he quickly pins your hands above your head. “And don’t fucking touch me either.”

He enters your pussy before you can apologize. It wouldn’t have been sincere anyway. You’re desperate; you’ll say anything right now.

“Fuck!” you gasp.

Jungkook’s cock isn’t just thick. It fills you and still has inches to spare.

“This is the only thing sluts like you are good for… Lying on your back and taking cock.”

You spread your legs wider as if he can go any deeper.

“Use me, then.” 

It’s more of a plea than a request, but Jungkook complies, nevertheless. Your legs wrap around him when his movements quicken. 

Jungkook’s grunts and moans let you know he’s as close to his release as you are.

Your needy voice calling out his name only motivates him to fuck you harder. Your pussy quivers for more and more, and he continues to feed you until you’re satisfied. You’re suddenly overwhelmed with pleasure and Jungkook senses your orgasm rolling in before you can even warn him.

“Come,” he commands.

You want to squeeze your eyes shut, but you remember his instructions and resist the urge. 

“That’s it. Come all over my dick.”

Your mouth opens to scream, but nothing comes out. Your nails dig into your palm as you try to cope with the intensity of the pleasure. The high seems to last for several minutes before you finally come down.

Jungkook waits until you’ve relaxed before he pulls out and jerks his cock until he paints your pussy with his cum, and you prop yourself up on your elbows to watch him smear it all over your abdomen and thighs.

He’s the first to speak after he’s cleaned you up with his shirt.

“You did good, baby. That was hot.”

“Yeah… It was.”

“We should do it again, you know? I don’t know anyone who can take that much.”

Jungkook helps you up. You have to grab onto his biceps to steady your wobbly legs. He finds humor in your stance; it’s the first time you’ve seen him smile. He should do it more often.

“You should know how this goes, Jungkook,” you remind him.

The blacksmith nods, coming to terms with the fact that he’s the one who’s been wrecked this time. You offer him a smile, the best you’re capable of, and prepare to leave.

“Well, goodnight. Enjoy your cookies; they smell delicious.” 

Your eyes gesture toward the freshly baked dozen you brought from Seokjin’s bakery. He’ll receive at least twenty more of them tomorrow morning.

Before you can walk away, a persistent Jungkook grabs your waist and tries to convince you to reconsider.

“Stay?” he suggests. “Have one with me?”

His eyes are so hopeful, so afraid of rejection for the first time since he was a kid. The tables have turned once again, and he hates being on this side. 

You can hear how fast his heart is beating and sense how he’s hanging on by a thin thread. It’d be hard for anyone to turn him down with the kind of expression he’s presenting to you. But unfortunately for him, you aren’t just anyone.

“Now why would I ever do something like that, Jungkook?”

You slip by him and make your way to the front door. The last thing he hears is cackling as you disappear into the night. The sound will forever give Jungkook chills.

He isn’t sure what you’ve done to him, but he doesn’t like the feeling. He wanted to yell at you, but he also wanted to beg you to stay. However, he didn’t do either of those things. Nothing came out.

…Because you left him empty.

“And they say I’m the mean one,” Jungkook thinks to himself.

[hathousehappenings]

89. Untwist of Fate.

I've been waiting an embarrassing long time to do this episode. ^^; I think I need to explain...

To ME, this episode is clearly an homage to The Wizard of Oz. There's a twister, a guy who needed to be convinced to help because he's cowardly, someone who is trying to get the heart of his character, a man behind a curtain... I'm gonna put all my thoughts below a cut at the bottom of this post because there's a lot!

When I had finished the sketch for this one I showed it to a couple people to see if it was too weird an idea for me to complete. They looked like I was insane that I would even ask them. ((It was then that I realized that the people I live with are no fun and just don't get me...))

I also decided to do a bonus picture of Queenie as Glinda just cause. I wanted to let her dress up too.

OKAY, and now here are the thoughts of a crazy person...

It's been obvious to me that from my first watch of this episode this all based off Wizard of Oz (the movie, not the book).

For instance, Hare is the Wizard because he’s trying to run the show, Alice is obviously Dorothy because she gets swept up in the twister, Dum is the Cowardly Lion because he was cowardly about helping test out cures for Alice, Rabbit is the Tinman because he’s trying to figure out his motivation (aka: get to the heart) of his character in the play and Queen is Glinda because she floats in at the very end and solves everything easily.

But, as I started thinking about it, more connections made themselves aware to me. And then I watched the episode!

First off, when we get to Wonderland there’s a little tune that plays as Hare’s back is to us in the director’s chair. That tune is very reminiscent of a tune in Oz called “Optimistic Voices”. It’s the song we hear as Dorothy and her friends come out of the poppy field and make way to the gates of the Emerald City. I actually caught that on my first watch through, so that wasn’t new to me. Rabbit is trying to figure out his motivation (aka: get to the heart of his character, Tinman) and Alice is just kinda there sitting around daydreaming.

Then Hare talks about how great their acting is and I start to realize something else: there are a ton of red props in this episode. I’ll brake it down as we go, but in this scene alone there’s Hare’s beret and bandana he used to mop his face, the ladder he climbs all over (I want to be that ladder) and the flowers that are thrown to them at the end of the song. This song is about Hare telling them what good actors they are and how they need to keep doing it, keep the act up. That sentiment feels very Wizard to me.

Next scene is “Throwing up Riddles”. More red props here: Hatter’s grill spatula and the writing on his apron and the plates are all a variant of red or its secondary color (red, pink or purple). They also talk about hogs/pigs a lot, which is what freaks Dorothy out in the beginning of the movie (she falls in the hog pen). Hatter is being silly and yet somehow smart with all these riddles, but he’s still acting like an idiot. Wisdom even though his head is empty? Sounds like Scarecrow! Then they get the news about the twister and run around like idiots.

Alice gets sucked up into the twister in the next scene. Obviously the twister is from Oz, but the first noises we hear while in the cyclone are chicken noises and that’s the same as in the film. You could argue that the Cheshire cat is supposed to be Toto in that he’s an animal who doesn’t contribute a whole hell of a lot to the story. I dunno. There are a ton of red items in the twister, though. A red velvet cake, red chicken, red candles, a red toad… Just because, I dunno.

Finding Alice after the twister only has the trash bucket and the chattering red teeth as the red props. All the men gather around to help the little girl character, which you could argue is like Oz. But that’s kinda low hanging fruit.

The “Interest of Science” scene is, well… interesting. We don’t have many red props here (a red velvet cake on the table and the satellite dish that Dee puts on Dum’s head) but we have some lyrics in the song that apply. Dee says “you might nearly be a hero, if you merely wouldn’t fear it” (!!!!) and the line about feeding him “to the lion”. Also, Hatter dropping random words of wisdom is odd. Like, he’s actually smart but just acts stupid. More connections to him and the Scarecrow.

Caterpillar’s story time does nothing to help my argument. There are no red props and his story is lame, kinda as per the usual. However, Caterpillar also doesn’t help them because he didn’t understand what they were asking for help about. So did it negate this scene? You decide.

This is the final Wonderland scene. We have three new red props: the red stripe on Hatter’s popcorn bucket (eeeeh?), the red curtain on the stage and Rabbit’s whole Bunny-o costume is red. Hatter is being brainless (as he does), Rabbit is still trying to find the heart of his character and Hare is still trying to keep the act up. He actually becomes the “man behind the curtain” after the how starts! And he keeps peeping out to watch everything.

Queen floats in like I don’t even know what. She’s been gone the bulk of the episode, other than to ask where Alice was during the twister. She also pulls the whole “you had the power all along" crap that Glinda pulls in the movie.

Rabbit is in red (ruby slippers) and Alice is in yellow (yellow brick road)!

The Red Queen and Alice skip through the forest in the very end, which I think is fitting because of the red and yellow symbolism.

After EVERYTHING I think the parallels are undeniable. They made some very conscious decisions about this episode to link it to Oz. I feel clever for having “figured it out”, but I might also just be letting my pride get to my head. I wouldn’t be surprised.

Anyway, any thoughts on this? Am I just late to the party and all this was supposed to be obvious?

[vdragon-creations]

Spring Stars! (Part 2) A Date By Any Other Name!

(2003 Donatello x Sasha Fic)

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Author’s Note: Holy shit, it’s been a hot minute since I made Part one! I just wanna say a quick thank you (and a very big sorry) to those of you who read it! Means a lot to me that you even attempted to sit through my garbage writing! And now, you’re here looking for more punishment, and deliver it I shall! Plenty of OCxCC ship trash to go around, and more art with it too! Also, MAYBE a slight CW on this one for mentions of possible Spicy thoughts & a little angst! Other than that, it’s all just some fun character interactions! There will also probably be one more part to this story because I love torturing myself, and I can't seem to make anything easy! So enjoy! :3

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“Is this a… date?”

The question felt like a switch being flipped, turning the world around them into nothing. Donnie froze, feeling his heart start to pound. He hadn’t really planned for this kind of question, and to him this didn’t FEEL like a date. Though, thinking back on what he had in mind for this outing, it did seem like one. The idea making his face burn even more. But, he had to be honest, the look on Sasha’s face was more studious, and she’d surely be able to tell if he was trying to lie.

“W-we don’t have to call it that just because tht’s what everyone else does. It can be a j-just two friend having fun and getting to know each other better!” Donnie said, nervously smiling as he gulped. Sasha chuckled a little while an unsure grin came to her lips, “That sounds like a date though…” “Fair…” Donnie admitted. There was another pause between them, Sasha now looking at the floor again, then back up at Don. She approached him, getting in so close that Don felt the need to back up, but he stood his ground. While not being much taller then Donnie, Sasha’s stature always made it seem like she was bigger then him. This was a test, and she stared him down to see if there were any signs of wavering. And he just stared back.

“So…what do you say?” Donnie asked, trying to break the silence. Sasha tucked her bottom lip in a bit, her eyes not leaving him. The look in her eyes was thoughtful, then she opened her mouth to speak.

“YO GUYS! WHAT’S THE ETA ON THAT POPCORN? YOU TWO LOVE BIRDS DONE YET?”

The interruption from Mikey calling out for them, along with the ensuing swoons from others mocking them as well, made them both quickly jolt back from one another. Sasha actually seemed rather pissed off by it and she growled back, “ROME WASN’T BUILT IN A DAY! AND NEITHER IS GOOD POPCORN! JUST SETTLE YOUR SHELL!” The others could be heard laughing in the background. Sasha caught her breath and hissed a bit in irritation, before sighing, looking back at Donnie with a disappointment look. “W-we’ll talk more after the movies. Okey?” Donnie had caught his breath too, but now looked disappointed. “S-sure…”

With that the two finished making the Popcorn, and finally came out to the living room where everyone was waiting to start the movie. “Bout time you two joined us! Donnie burn something again?” Raph teased. “Nooo, he actually did quite well. Though maybe it would’ve been done faster if SOME turtles had tried helping out!” Sasha chastised, only to be met with the remaining three turtles looking away, whistling a tune. Sasha rolled her eyes, looking over to April, hoping to get some actual conversation going! “Soooo, did you guys finally decide what to watch? I’m pretty curious!” April nodded, putting in a DVD, “Yep! Casey’s movie is the first!” “Booyah! You’re gunna love it! You’re from like, the desert and stuff, right? The Mummy is the best horror film ever!”

Donnie placed down a few bowls of popcorn onto the coffee table, as Sasha moved over to the side of the couch, still holding a huge bucket of popcorn for herself and Leatherhead. “The Mummy? What’s so scary about Mummies?” She seemed genuinely confused. “You don’t think they look creepy! Dead bodies wrapped in bandages, trying to eat your brain!” Casey argued, getting up and out of his seat and lunging at Sasha playfully, imitating a mummy. Sasha’s ears tilted back, and she stepped back from him, “Yeah…mummies aren’t like that at all! Having seen some up close, they’re more fascinating then anything. You humans are spooked by the weirdest things…”

Casey scoffed, sitting back down and crossing his arms, “Says the girl who can’t look at a kiddy pool without getting shaky…” He muttered under his breath to April, who rolled her eyes at him. “What was that Jones?” Sasha hissed as she turned her head to look back at him, her ears still back. “N-Nothin’! Nothin’ at all!” He scrambled to keep her from jumping him, April and the others having to stifle giggles. “That’s what I thought…” Sasha huffed, turning her attention on trying to find a seat.

Sasha quickly noticed that all the seats where taken on the couch and chairs, with only Leatherhead sitting on the ground, as he was far too big to sit on anything really. As small as she was, she still didn’t like the idea of having to squeeze into any of the seats, getting a little too close for comfort with anyone. But he didn’t need to worry as Leatherhead patted his lap, sitting cross legged on the ground. “It’s easier to share popcorn this way.” He said, giving her a warm and toothy grin. Sasha thought nothing really about it, and agreed. Walking over to him and plopping herself down in his lap. Being this close to Leatherhead was pretty normal to her, having spent plenty of nights by his side, calming him down from his nightmares and helping him get to sleep. However, it was a new sight for a certain terrapin ninja. Donnie had scooted into the couch next to Mikey and Honeycutt, and if she had asked, he would’ve gladly moved to the floor. But instead, here he was, staring at his crush in the lap of another large male mutant!

The normally levelheaded turtle had to admit to himself, it made his heart sink and his blood boil. Truthfully he’d always envied, to some degree, how close Leatherhead was to Sasha. She lived with him, spent most of the day with him, and judging by how comfortable she was touching him and sitting in his lap, spent a lot of time getting…cozy with him. As the movie started on the TV, Donnie started to feel a bit sick, watching Letherhead and Sasha in the corner of his eyes. He’d hold out his hand, and Sasha would take a bit of the Popcorn and place it into his palm.

“Why isn’t she like that with us? With me?”

And after she left his offer for a date unanswered, it made this even harder to watch.

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Movie after movie, the night continued, until it was time to start getting to bed. Everyone set up sleeping bags, pillows, and blankets in the living room. Casey and April shared the couch, Mikey and Donnie taking up the Lazyboy chairs, and the others all scattered along the floor. All except Honeycutt who decided to return to Leatherhead’s lair. While getting ready for bed, Donnie ran into Leatherhead, who was washing the bowls and cups they had used all night. “Oh, Donatello! I need to ask you, which soap do you tend to use for your dishes? The Green Apple scent or the Original?” Leatherhead asked, turning his head to see his turtle friend standing in the doorway. Donnie was stunned for a moment, as he wasn’t sure how to feel. His voice was caught between wanting to snap at him cause he was still upset about Sasha. But the more rational side of him told him to cool it for now. He shrugged, “Oh uhhhh, I think we use Original…” he replied, sounding a bit mopey as he crossed the room and grabbed a cup from the cabinets, doing his best to not make eye contact. But Leatherhead noticed immediately, “What is wrong my friend? You seem upset.” Donnie stayed still, staring at the cup in his hand, trying his best to not snap at him, debating on whether or not to say anything.

“I really don’t have the right to be upset. I don’t own her…” Donnie said flatly. His eyes flew wide open, and he gasped a bit at what just came out of his mouth. He really didn’t wanna say it out loud, but it just…came out. Even Leatherhead was a little spooked, it was a tone he had never heard from his terrapin friend. He sounded almost, bitter and childish. “What are you talking about? You don’t own who?” As soon as he said it, it’s like the answer came right to the front of his mind, but it still didn’t make sense. “Are you…talking about Sasha?” Hearing her name come from Leatherhead’s mouth brought Donnie back to reality, and brought back his earlier frustration. That’s when he finally looked up at the taller reptile, with a face that made Leatherhead actually step back for a second. “Look, Leatherhead. I-I…need you to be honest with me!” Donnie started, he looked like a mixture of determination, worry, and possibly anger. “Of course my friend…” Leatherhead’s brows turned down in concerned confusion.

Donnie sucked in a breath, clenching his fist before finally breathing out, a slight shake coming from the puff of air. “Are and Sasha…involved at all?” The words felt painful coming from his lips, the meaning of which almost made a tear come to his eyes. Even his voice hitched as he spoke. He trusted Leatherhead so much, he was one of his closest friends. For sure he knew how he felt about Sasha, even without being told directly! And if he was having a relationship with her while knowing this, it was a betrayal on a level he hadn’t dealt with before. Leatherhead’s eyes went wide as the words finally met his ears, his jaws gaping open in an attempt to speak. “W-what? Have you gone mad?” “Just please answer me Leatherhead!” Donnie snapped back, he was trying his best to sound tough, like he wasn’t about to cry. And still trying not to be heard by the others. “I-I don’t know what you’re going on about friend! What Sasha and I have is purely platonic. Nothing more! Where on earth would you get the idea otherwise?” Leatherhead asked, but Donnie didn’t answer back, he just stood there, keeping eyes contact with him. That’s when it hit him.

“This is about her sitting on my lap…” he stated, his voice starting to sound less startled and more cold. If the Croc was being honest, he was kinda offended by the implications this question brought on. “And the touching and the feeding you popcorn…” Donnie added, starting to sound a bit more argumentative. A growl started to form in Leatherhead’s voice now, “You can’t be serious Donatello! I would never-“ Before he could finish his words, Sasha’s voice coming from the doorway spooked both of them. They whipped their heads to see Sasha standing there clutching a couple of chip bags that were now rolled up and clipped shut. She had a confused look on her face, looking back and forth between the two. “Did I interrupt something?” She asked.

“So…she didn’t hear anything…”

The thought alone made Donnie relax a little bit and he stammered out a response. “N-No nothing really.” Sasha squinted a bit at him, then looked at Leatherhead, who straightened up at her gaze. “Yes, nothing really too pressing.” Yeah, she didn’t buy that for a second, looking back and forth between the two again. “Alright then…well…I’ve got these leftover chips. Where would you like me to put them Donnie?” She asked. Donnie stuttered a bit but approached her “I’ve got it for you!” He took them from her arms and walked over to a random cabinet and shoved them in there. “Ah! I s-see…thanks…” Sasha said, feeling a little weird now. It was clear the two were in the middle of a conversation, one she wasn’t welcome to, so she made herself scarce. Sasha then stretched and yawned, “Well then, I’m just gunna…uhh start getting our blankets ready Leatherhead!” She chirped. “Thank you Sasha! I’ll be over to help in a minute!” Leatherhead nodded her way, prompting the turtle to give him a side glance. Sasha nodded back, giving the two of them another look before walking off.

There was silence once more between them, before Leatherhead huffed and looked back down at Donnie. The Turtle already looking back up at him. “I don’t know what is going on with you my friend, but I’d never willingly hurt you. I’d hope that after what happened with bishop and your transformation, I would have proven myself more then loyal to you and your brothers.”

“Ouch…he really had to go there…”

Donnie bristled a bit at that. It had happened a while back. And while he didn’t remember anything that happened during it, from everything Leatherhead and his brothers told him, he was a lot to deal with. He didn’t know if Sasha had been told the story of that or not, but the thought of her knowing made him cringe a bit. With that, Leatherhead went back to the dishes, turning his back to Donnie.

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After getting something cold to drink from the fridge, Donnie left the kitchen to see everyone getting settled down for the night. Including Sasha, who was making a big spot on the floor for Leatherhead. A smaller spot lay right next to it. Sasha, looked up for a split second to see him staring. Her face becoming a bit flustered. Donnie bit his lip and quickly walked over to his bedroom. Raph happened to look up and see him making a beeline for his room and let out a quick “Yo Donnie!”, prompting the purple clad turtle to stop dead in his tracks, squeezing his eyes shut in embarrassment. “What are you doing? We agreed on a full crew sleep over!” He had to think fast, come up with an excuse, any excuse that would keep him out of the same room where Sasha and Leatherhead would be laying together.

“Oh uhh, yeah I know! I-I was just gunna work on something real quick, just till I get sleepy! Then I’ll join you guys!”

Donnie chirped, just as Leatherhead came out of the Kitchen. He turned his head just in time to meet eyes with the Croc once more, then he looked back at the others, the ever friendly smile still on his face. “Promise! You guys just go ahead without me!” The others looked at one another confused, meanwhile Sasha just looked at him confused, ears tilted low. Leatherhead himself looking at the turtle with a stern stare. With that, Donnie booked it into his room and shut the door behind him, breathing in a sigh of relief, shell against the door.

After his retreat the others decided to play a few card and board games to wear themselves out. But the whole time, Sasha seamed a bit, distracted. Leatherhead had to get to the bottom of this. It was clear now to him that something had to have gone down between both of his friends. It was the only way to explain Donnie’s sudden jealousy. So after excusing himself to the kitchen, he gestured for Sasha to come with him. Sasha was confused, but agreed, as she was pretty thirsty. Once she entered the kitchen, Leatherhead was leaning against the countertop, staring right at her with an expectant look on his face. She flinched a bit, but then tried to play it cool. “H-hey big guy, what’s up?” “I was hoping you would know.” Leatherhead responded flatly, letting his thick tail flop loudly on the ground behind him. “Know about what? I don’t fallow.” Sasha asked, now genuinely curious and a bit annoyed. Leatherhead was quite for a moment, looking like he was trying to choose his words carefully. “Donatello is acting strange, and I was hoping you’d be able to tell me why.” Sasha raised a brow, her lips turning into a frown, “Well, yeah, he’s acting weird. But why would I have anything to do with it? The more likely thing is that whatever it was you two were talking about in here earlier is what set him off.” Sasha shot back, crossing her arms, “Maybe I should be asking YOU why he’s acting weird.”

Leatherhead snorted loudly, narrowing his eyes at the feline. “You know, Michelangelo told me he overheard you two talking earlier in here…” Sasha seemed to freeze as her eyes widened, her face somehow starting to burn with embarrassment. She gulped, but tried to play it off, though her tone wasn’t convincing at all, “W-What did he hear?” “He didn’t give any details, said that the two of you were far too quiet to be understood. But whatever it was, it was charged. So to speak.” Sasha’s eyes looked down at the floor, as she absentmindedly sighed. Both with relief and frustration perhaps. Then her eyes looked back up at Leatherhead, still a bit miffed at this interrogation, “Still not sure where you’re going with this then.” Leatherhead hummed a little under his breath, before deciding it was better to be blunt about this. “Donatello seems to be a bit jealous with our relationship.”

Sasha’s face went from annoyed to being downright stunned in a matter of seconds. And she just stood there, mind spinning like a video game loading screen, before words finally started forming in her throat, “I-I w-what? How does that work? What do you mean by our ‘relationship’!?” Sasha asked, in a hushed but clearly angered tone. Doing her best to keep the others in the living room from hearing. Leatherhead shrugged, “He just really seemed to be upset with how close we seemed. Especially physically. Had a problem with you sitting in my lap during the movie and handing me popcorn.” Sasha shook her head and started rubbing her temples in frustration. A hissing sound escaping her lips. “I told him that he should be able to trust me, given our history together. But I wanted to know if there was actually something going on between the two of you that I should know about. Because I’m clearly missing something.” Leatherhead added. Sasha huffed, now crossing her arms. Having her back turned now at the Croc.

Even from behind her, he could see her staring at the ground, her tail and ears twitching with aggravation. Clearly thinking. He gave her a few moments, before her ears drooped in defeat and she sighed, “Promise me! This doesn’t leave this room!” She looked back at him over her shoulder. Leatherhead silently nodded. Sasha then turned to face him, eyes still low to the ground and arms crossed in front of her, but now her cheeks actually started to show a slight pink hue. “D-Donnie sorta…asked me out…” She muttered.

There was a pause, and Leatherhead’s eyes slowly widened.

“Oh!” He said, finally putting two and two together. Sasha growled and her eyes snapped up at him, she wasn’t sure why, but his almost lackluster reaction to this news pissed her off. “Oh! Just Oh!?” “Sorry! Sorry I just wasn’t expecting that! You mean like…asked you out! As in a date?” Leatherhead asked. Sasha’s irritation dropped a bit and she shrugged, “He said we didn’t have to call it that. Just two friends hoping to get closer to one another and understand their feelings more…” She muttered, looking back down at the floor. Leatherhead raised and eyebrow at that, a slight smirk tugging at his lips, “That sounds a lot like a date.” “That’s exactly what I said.” There was another pause.

“So, did you say yes?”

“No…”

“You rejected him?”

“What? No! W-we got interrupted before I could give him an answer…”

“Ooohhhhh…” he said, looking off to the floor. Mulling over this new information. Now Donnie’s attitude made a lot more sense. To pour your heart out and finally ask out the girl you’ve been crushing on for the last few months, only to then have no clear answer and watch as she gets closer to another dude. And his close friend at that! He’d be a bit miffed too. Maybe even violent. Though, Sasha can’t really be held responsible for this alone. “So what did you end up telling him?” He asked, finally looking back at her. “I told him that we would talk more about it after the movie. But…then I saw you two in here talking, and now Donnie seems awfully upset…” Sasha responded, leaning against the counter. Leatherhead sighed, This whole thing was a bit of an emotional mess. And communication would be the obvious answer. “You need to tell him your decision tonight. Irreparable damage could be done to your relationship if you don’t let him know soon. And frankly, I can’t stay. I’ve never seen Donatello so angry before, and while I won't hold it against him, if I stay the night, I’ll only make it worse…” Leatherhead muttered. Sasha’s ears drooped, he was right. This needed to be settled soon.

With that, Leatherhead left the room with Sasha closely following. He said his goodbyes to the others, but explained that he had to head back home to be with Professor Honeycutt.

As he left, Donnie peaked ever so slightly out of his door, to see Leatherhead leaving…with Sasha close behind him. It stung, he couldn’t deny that! But, he also couldn’t blame them. After being the kind of ass he was being, he’d be surprised if either of them wanted to talk to him ever.

“So much for…getting closer and figuring things out…”

With regret and shame in his heart, he slumped back over to his bed and flopped down onto it.

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A few hours had passed since Donnie passed out, and he looked over at the clock across the room. “2:30 a.m…” he muttered, yawning as he did so. He felt his mouth was dry and his head seemed to hurt quite a bit. “Should probably get some water…” he thought, before remembering that the others were still in the living room, and that he had promised to come out to join them all. He cringed, guilt tugging at his nerves. He tiptoed over to the door and peaked out again, relieved to find everyone had fallen asleep. The pressure of them badgering him was now gone, and replaced with a new fear and mission. “Get to the kitchen and get some water without waking them.” He thought.

As silently as he could, he cracked the door open and stared tiptoeing his way to the kitchen, putting his ninja training into practice. Only stopping shortly to look over at the entrance to the Lair, more guilt seeping in as he remembered seeing Leatherhead and Sasha leaving together. But, he got to the kitchen without waking anyone, and he quietly got a small cup and turned the faucet on. After filling his cup, he peaked out of the kitchen, and after seeing that the coast was clear, he tiptoed back to his room.

He turned to softly close the door behind him, but as soon as he turned back to look at his bed, he saw Sasha sitting there. Blue eyes staring right at him in the dark room. The surprise alone of someone being there, made him flinch and almost scream, but he was stopped when Sasha zipped off the bed and was now in front of him, covering his mouth with the back of her hand. “Shhhhh! It’s me, relax!” She whispered harshly. After a few seconds of hyperventilation, Donnie blinked a bit and relaxed, Sasha then moved her hand away from him and stepped back. “W-when did..” he tried asking, but Sasha answered promptly, “About the time you were on your way to the Kitchen. You stopped and looked my way. Thought you saw me, but it didn’t seem like it…” “Oh…I see.” He muttered, then froze realizing that his cup was missing and nearly having a heart attack, thinking that he dropped it and alerted the others. But just as the thought crossed his mind, he saw Sasha holding up the cup in the dark. “Getting yourself a drink after working for so long?” She said softly, a tinge of sarcasm and bitterness in her tone. Donnie’s heart shriveled up a bit. She knew he was lying.

Donnie took the cup from her fingers and chugged it down, but it really didn’t help much, her being here like this made his stomach feel sick. The silence between them was the loudest thing in the world now, and it made Donnie feel so clammy. But he had to say something. But once again, Sasha spoke first. “Leatherhead told me everything…” And just like that, Donnie’s heart dropped to the floor so hard he was surprised it didn’t wake everyone in The Lair. He felt heat rise to his cheeks and he felt tears beginning to come to his eyes. “I-I don’t know what came over me…” he started, “…and I’m sorry…” “I’m not really the one who needs to hear that…” Sasha piped up. “I know, and I plan to tell him sorry in the morning. But, I’m also sorry to you…” Sasha raised an eyebrow at that. Donnie sighed, “I had no right to act Ike that. You didn’t belong to me, you still don’t, and you never will. I was being selfish, entitled, jealous, and…just plain stupid…” he said, taking a seat over by his deck, slumped over, face in his hands.

Sasha kept her eyes on him the whole time, and after hearing that, a soft red started to creep up on her cheeks. She stayed silent for a bit, waiting to see if he would say more. But he didn’t, so she continued, “You’re the furthest thing from stupid Don. Cut yourself some slack. Not every guy out there can admit that sorta thing out loud, ya' know?” Donnie let out a dry chuckle, no humor was there though. “I don’t know if I should be praised so highly. After all…I-I…” his cheeks went dark red before continuing, “I still can’t admit how I feel about you…not to myself, to anyone, and…” his eyes trailed up to her, and seeing her rosy cheeks and blue eyes staring at him, he swallowed his words and just clammed up, looking back down at the floor. Sasha blinked in shock, her mouth slightly agape. But this shock only lasted a moment, and it was replaced with a rush.

Confidence, Determination, and Excitement!

An ever so slight grin came to Sasha’s lips, her cheeks getting warmer. “Well… at the very least I’m glad you plan on apologizing to Leatherhead! I wouldn’t wanna spend the night looking at stars with you if that was gunna be the case.” Donnie softly nodded, the words “Yeah…” muttered their way out of his mouth as he stared at the floor. Until what Sasha said finally clicked in his brain, and his head snapped back up to look at her. She had a soft smile on her lips, a small red tint peaking its way through the fur on her cheeks. Donnie’s eyes started growing wide as his heart started gaining speed in his chest. “W-wait, w-what? Did you just..” he was about to question, but Sasha just nodded softly in response. “REALLY?!” Donnie said, almost shouting, before noticing how loud he was and flinching, bringing his hands up to his mouth, clamping it shut. He quickly got up and rushed around to his door and peaked back out into the living room. Everyone was still sound asleep, and he sighed in relief.

Donnie closed the door back behind him, and faced back to Sasha. A sheepish grin pulled at the corners of his mouth, “I-I..I’m happy you’re up for it.” Sasha let a small giggle out, crossing her arms in front of herself, “Well, I was always up for something like this, but finding an activity that didn’t necessarily involve being all ‘Sciencey’ and what not was a bit difficult. Especially finding something we’d both like equally.” Donnie nodded in agreement, having had the same thoughts before talking with April about all this. Happy to see he wasn’t alone in that. “But…Stargazing actually sounds really fun! Used to do that all the time back home. And…it’s pretty romantic…” The heat on her cheeks getting stronger as those words came from her lips. Don wasn’t sure if that was a bad reaction or if she liked the idea of that, so he reiterated his earlier statement, “Y-yeah…I know. But again, we don’t…have to call it a date if that makes it too…well…you know.” “Y-Yeah, I know….” There was a very tense pause between them, before Sasha spoke up again. “Well then…Uhhh…” she stuttered out, looking at him, almost like she wasn’t sure what to do next. Her arms now kinda lifted like she wanted to reach out to him, almost like a hug or maybe something else. But she quickly shook her head and brought them back down to her sides, “Y-you have a good night, ok?”

Donnie was about to protest a bit, after seeing that, but decided not to try and press his luck. The girl he’d been crushing on for a while now had just agreed to go out with him. He wasn’t about to try anything stupid now! He softly nodded, “Y-yeah… you too Sasha…”

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With that everything was set in motion! Splinter was told about his plans and his blessing was given, though not without the embarrassing implication that he “Expects that they’re not going to do anything that would be irresponsible.” Donnie promised no such thing would get even close to happening. Not that the idea hadn’t crossed his mind before in a few dreams he’d wish would leave him alone. And of course April knew about the plan. The only one’s not in the loop where Casey & his brothers! And if he had anything to say about it, none of them would ever know about it. Though hiding the fact that he’d be gone for about a week was gunna be impossible.

For the next few days, Sasha and Donnie texted back and forth, disguising the details of the trip. Sasha was a little surprised to find out that it wouldn’t just be a single night out alone with him, but it would actually be a six day long trip! One day to make it there, two days hike out to where they would actually be star gazing, Two days back to the farmhouse, and then a one day trip back to the city! This made Sasha just a tad bit more worried about the idea, and it made a pit form in her stomach.

“Oh god…am-am I gunna be able to handle being alone with him for that long...?”

Sasha looked down at her claws, noting the sharp nails again. The memory of the other night where she accepted his offer replaying in her head again for the 30th time that day. She was about to hug him, but she had to stop herself again. Those feelings, Those thoughts, those…urges, they showed no sign of stopping. And it really started to scare her more. Worried about how she would handle it all, she went to Leatherhead for advice. If it was this hard to hold back being all cooped up, she could only imagine how much harder it would be to keep herself under control while not only being out in nature again for the first time in months, but it was also spring time. The Time of Passion for a lot of species, including themselves. Leatherhead assured her she’d be fine, but if she really felt uncomfortable, she could just change her mind about going.

But no, Sasha snorted, “I can’t keep being a coward. And I’ve already gotten this far. I might as well see how this goes. And I trust Donnie, so I need to start trying to trust myself.”

Finally the day came, and with it, butterflies galore for both of them. Donnie was in his room, getting his final preparations ready. All the gear he’d be taking with them laid out over his floor. “Let’s see…Blankets, Pillows, Telescope, Flint, Matches, Water Canteen, Notebooks…” He muttered to himself, before a knock at his door spooked him. “Hey yo, Donnie! You in there bro?” called out Raph’s muffled voice from behind the door. Donnie panicked a bit and quickly started to shove the items into his duffle bag, “Uhhh, j-just a minute Raph! I’m here!” Raph raised a brow at that, “The heck does that mean? The hell are you-“ Raph asked as he opened Donnie’s door anyways to see his brother haphazardly slamming his duffle bag under his desk and him quickly plopping his butt into his deck chair. There was a pause while Donnie tried playing it cool, “Oh hey! Sorry about that Raph, I was just…uhhh…you know…reorganizing my stuff…” trailing off in the last part a bit. Both in a way that made it sound like he was questioning what was coming out of his mouth and instantly regretting it. He had been able to hide the trip from his brothers for the whole week, but this is where shit was gunna hit the fan.

It was pretty obvious that Donnie was lying, he was never good at it! Raph’s eyes flicked down at the duffle bag and then back up at his brother, then they narrowed, “You always stuff your bag full of your crap when you ‘Reorganize’ things?” He asked, really not amused. “I do now.” Donnie stated, quickly rushing past his brother. If he was gunna be getting ready for this trip and getting the snacks packed, he was gunna have to do it now while he still could. But Raph wasn’t letting him go that easy. The whole week leading up to today, he, Leo, and Mikey had been feeling like something was up with him and Sasha! Big time! Mikey said that during the sleepover, he overheard Sasha and Donnie talking in his room, but couldn’t exactly understand what they were saying. And ever since that, the two of them have been a lot weirder around each other. They could be seen starring at one another more often, they’d be whispering to one another, and it seemed like the super awkward air they had between them was nearly gone almost over night! And now, this morning, Donnie hadn’t come out of his room and was now packing a bag with god knows what!

“Like Shell you do! The heck is up with you today?” Raph asked, fallowing close behind his brother who was heading to the kitchen. “I have no clue what you’re talking about…” Donnie said quickly, trying to shake off the praying. But it wasn’t gunna work. Leo stopped his training to walk over to them, “What’s going on?” Leo asked, concerned that the two might have gotten into another fight. “Donnie here is packing a bag in his room!” Raph said, still fallowing Don and not stopping. “What?” Leo asked, genuinely concerned hearing this. “It’s not how it sounds…” Donnie said while digging through the cabinets for a few sandwich bags and filling them with a few small snacks. “It’s exactly how it sounds! Don’t give us that!” Raph barked back. “What the shell are you doing packing up your stuff Donnie?” Leo asked, now getting really worried. “I’m…going on a short trip…” Donnie’s said, figuring he might as well give them that much. “What!? Why? Where? Does Splinter know about this?” “Any particular order you want those answers in?” Donnie snarked back as he quickly gathered up some juice pouches into a cooler along with the snacks, still not making eye contact with his brothers.

“Stop it Donnie, I’m serious! What is going on?” Leo tried to plead, but it fell on deaf ears as Donnie slid a few extra things from the fridge into his cooler and made his way back out of the kitchen, cooler in hand. “Nothing that you two need to concern yourselves with! I’m just gunna be gone for a week! I’ll be fine!” Donnie said, obviously getting annoyed and stressed by the badgering from his brothers, speed-walking his way back to his room. And just as he saw his open bedroom door, he could see Mikey, looking through his Shell Cell. The duffle bag he had on the floor now open.

“MIKEY!” Donnie shouted in anger as he charged into his room, quickly whipping the Shell Cell from his hands and quickly slinging the duffle bag over his shoulders. “Whoa! Easy Donnie, I was just-“ “Snooping through my things when I’ve told you about a thousand times not to…” Donnie quickly retorted, clearly not amused. “Come on dude! You aren’t telling us what you’re up to, and I KNOW you’re up to something!” Mikey said back, sure he could be a little shit stirrer, but he was just as worried about this “trip” as much as his brothers were. Donnie rolled his eyes, letting out and exacerbated huff, “Look I’m gunna be fine! I have my Bo with me, and if I need anything, I have my Shell Cell!” He said, now packed up and ready to leave. He had already texted Sasha to let her know he was ready to leave.

Walking into the living room area, Donnie just stood there, looking through the Shell Cell at his messages. But his brothers weren’t gunna let up. “Can you at least tell us where you’re going?” Leo asked. “Why, so you three can fallow me? I don’t need any praying eyes!” He brothers all just threw up their brows and that, and looked at one another. They had to admit that fallowing him was kinda on the table, but no way they were admitting it. “What does that mean?” Leo asked. “Yeah!?” Raph asked. “You got some super secret vehicles you’re working on or something?” Mikey asked. Donnie turned to look at his brothers, “What? No! Look, I’m not telling you guys what I’m doing or where I’m going! And that’s final!” Donnie snapped. The brothers had to take a step back for a minute, looking a bit concerned now. Donnie sighed, “Look, I’m sorry, ok? I just need to be alone for this! Splinter and April know where I am if something happens to me. But I’m gunna be fine, I just, need to face this on my own.”

Leo narrowed his brows a bit, Donnie made it seem like a very important mission, “Face what on your own?” But before Leo could get any kind of answer to his question, a voice came up from behind Donnie at the entrance to the lair! “Hey Donnie, sorry for taking a while, I had to find all my old camping ge-“ Sasha chirped as she entered the lair, to see Donnie, Leo, Mikey, and Raph all looking up at her. The latter three looking up at her a bit bewildered. Donnie looking back at her over his shoulder, now smiling. There was a short pause before Sasha let out a nervous chuckle, taking in the scene right in front of her. “Oh…Am I interrupting something?” She asked, a crooked smile crossing her face. “Nope! Just finishing up here!” Donnie chirped back, giving her a sweet smile, his brothers now looking at the two of them with wide eyes and slacked jaws.

Sasha, noticed the light signal from Don that she needed to run, and she nodded. “Ah! I see, well…meet you in the Battle Shell then! See you in a week fellas!” She said, giving them another smile and backing up a bit. And before any of them could react, Sasha turned tail and sped off on foot. Another awkward pause wafted through the room, before Don looked back at his brothers, “Welp, you heard her! And it’s not polite to keep a lady waiting!” “WHAT?” His brothers shouted, but Don was already booking it out of the lair, disappearing in to the darkness of the tunnels. “The shell was that?!” Raph asked, genuinely thrown off by how bizarre and quickly that went down. “I-I don’t know…” Leo muttered, honestly too shocked to really understand what just happened. “Huh…well that explains what I found in Donnie’s bag…” Mikey then starts to giggle a little, that impish smile he gets when he’s just played a prank on someone slowly growing on his face. “What? What’s so funny?” Raph looked at his brother with a raised eyebrow. “Oh nothing…sure we’ll find out in a week…” Mikey grinned.

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Donnie was nearly out of breath by the time he made it to the warehouse, where Sasha was already sitting besides the Battle Shell, leaning up against it. But once she heard his feet approaching she straighten up and waved. She looked nervous, but was clearly trying to hide it, “How did it go?” She asked. Donnie shook his head as he approached her, “About as good as I figured it would…” he said. Sasha cringed, “Ooof. Sorry to leave you behind like that…” “No need to apologize, probably would’ve gone way worse had you stuck around.” Donnie admitted, opening the back of the Battle Shell, loading up his duffle bag and cooler. “Fair enough!” Sasha said, also placing her duffle bag next to his. “With that said we should probably get outta here pretty quick before they have a chance to fallow?” “Oh you bet! Hop in!” Donnie said, climbing into the Battle Shell first, turning around once inside, holding out his hand to her. Sasha blinked a bit, surprised by the offer. Her eyes looked up to his and he was giving her a soft smile, cheeks the slightest bit dark. “N-need a lift?” Sasha looked back down at his outstretched hand, lips pressed into a thin line, contemplating and nervous. Finally, she tentatively reached out and gently took his hand. Donnie then pulled her up into the Battle Shell, finally sliding the back hatch behind them down.

Sasha had been in the Battle Shell a small number of times before now, and it always impressed her just how much work went into it. It was one of the first projects Leatherhead ever told Sasha about when she first met him, and was telling her about how brilliant Donnie was. When she finally got to meet him and he decided to show her the Battle Shell, she was smitten with it! Such a beautiful machine made from only scraps and junk. It was truly a sight to behold. Since then, she’s been allowed to help in making adjustments to it. Specifically, Donnie wanted her to help with making it go faster, which the cheetah was more than delighted to help with. Speed was part of who she was after all, and her tips on making the Battle Shell more aerodynamic were incredibly effective. Only now further demonstrated by how fast Donnie pulled it out of the warehouse and into the back allies! When they finally made it onto the main streets of the city, Sasha’s eyes seemed to grow to the size of dinner plates!

“Oh my spots…” She said in amazement. Seeing the city at night from the rooftops was one thing, but during the day it was a whole other beast. The sun was so bright, there were so many people it was impossible to make out any one face in the crowd, and all the noise going on was insane. A stray thought made Sasha wince as her ears drooped and she moved her face away from the windows a little. “Uhhh aren’t you worried someone is gunna like…see us?” She asked, honestly not having thought about that until now. “No need to worry! I tinted these windows to the maximum legal limit! They won’t be able to make us out.” Donnie chimed up. Sasha sighed, feeling a lot better now. “Oh good! Thought I was gunna get us caught there of a sec…” She started shifting her gaze back out the window again, partly to keep looking at the world around them, and partly to try and keep from making eye contact with Donnie. She was hoping that the new sights would keep the butterflies that had been doing back flips inside her stomach down, but that wasn’t happening.

“Beautiful, isn’t it?” Donnie asked, noticing her wondering look. “It’s definitely something! They have cities in South Africa too, but…nothing like this!” Sasha responded, still not looking back at Donnie. Donnie nodded, his eyes now wondered over from the road to Sasha in the passenger's seat. He didn’t say anything about it before and had no plans to bring it up to her at all out of fear of being seen as a creep, but…something seemed…different about her today. Almost…prettier. Not that he ever thought of her as not pretty, far from it actually. But for some reason, her fur seemed smoother, more groomed then she normally looked. Her coat shining in what little sunlight was making its way through the windows. And…if he wasn’t mistaken, she had to be wearing some kind of perfume, or maybe it was her shampoo. It was a fruity smell, like a watermelon maybe. The smell of which was filling the cab.

“Did she really get all dolled up just for this?”

This staring went on for a bit, till he noticed something, her tail was wrapped around in her lap. Her nails lightly playing with the fur at the ends, hands seemingly shivering. Of course, she was nervous. Not that he blamed her, so was he.

A honk from a car behind them made Donnie jolt a little, focusing his attention back onto the road, nearly making him leap out of his shell. Sasha then glanced back at him, “Y-you get everything you needed?” She asked. “Huh? O-oh, yeah! Well, just the essentials. I was packing over the span of the week so my brothers wouldn’t get suspicious. B-But uhhhh…you saw how well that went.” Donnie answered, his hands gripping the steering wheel every once in a while. Sasha nodded, taking notice of his hands, it was pretty clear he was nervous but was doing his best to seem relaxed. And that’s when a faint hint of sunlight made her notice something else. A short but noticeable glimmer came from behind Donnie.

“D-Did he polish his shell? All for...this? For...me?”

The thought made Sasha’s face burn, though she really couldn’t judge. She was the one that called April and had her come over way earlier in the day before she left to help her get ready. And for moral support.

Feeling like she was starting to stare a bit, she quickly looked away and started trying to think of something to say, keeping her eyes anywhere but at him. “I-I'm really glad you asked me to come with you…” She said, sheepishly. Donnie blinked, glancing at her from the corner of his eye, “Oh…Really?” Sasha nodded, “Yeah, I mean, I not only get to spend a bit more time with…well, you. But I also get to see a forest for the first time!” Donnie took a second for those words to set in his mind, the idea of her never seeing a forest before was baffling, but then logic kicked back in and he nodded. “Oh yeah, that’s right!” “This closest I’ve ever gotten to seeing one was a Jungle, but it wasn’t very big. And of course, pictures online and in books don't really count.” Sasha added. “Well, I’m hoping to show you more then just that! We have a two day hike ahead after we get there. Casey, April, and my brothers have had a few…adventures out there. I can even show you where a spaceship crashed!”

Sasha’s eyes grew wide and her head snapped up to look at him, “Are you for real?” Donnie laughed, “I wouldn’t lie to you! Yeah! I can also show you a nuclear power plant that we shut down because it was killing off some mutant fish folk that were living in the river!” Sasha’s mouth curled into a wide grin, “This so cool! I can’t wait to see it!”

With a little bit of the tension lifted, the rest of their drive out of the city was a little more comfortable. And once they started hitting the wilderness, Sasha’s eyes wondered even more. Without much traffic around them now, Sasha felt safe enough to roll down her window a bit to see everything better. The trees were just beginning to sprout fresh leaves, and the grass seemed to already be bringing out colorful flowers and weeds! The sun was high in the sky, giving the daytime a pleasant warmth, something for the plants and newly awoken critters to soak up to prepare for the new season. The scent of clean spring air hit Sasha’s face, her smile turning soft as she took it in. Her fur seemed to shiver a little, as if a new wave of energy was going through her body.

That’s when another feeling creeped into her body, and she froze a little, a rush of embarrassment and worry slowly starting to take over. Her eyes glanced over at Donnie, who seemed more relaxed, but was still focused on the road. A very slight smile on his face. Taking in his features, Sasha felt that weird tingle in her body and she frowned.

“T-this is…gunna get…weird…”

Sasha started looking down at the floor, thankful that the window was down now so that she could get a soft cool breeze on herself as her cheeks began to burn hard. “H-Hey uhhh, D-Donnie?” She started softly, starting to feel her paws shake. Donnie almost didn’t hear her over the sound of the wind, but his eye’s could see her lips move from the corner of his eye and he turned his head slightly, “Huh? What’s up?” He asked, honestly looking a little concerned now. She didn’t look too hot, and her cheeks could be seen turning red through the fur on her cheeks, “You getting sick? Should I pull over?” He asked. Sasha shook her head, “N-no it’s just…I-I’m a bit worried.” She muttered, her hands coming together in her lap, clamping onto one another tightly. Donnie’s brows curved up, taking quick glances at her, still trying to keep an eye on the road. “What about? If it’s the hike and camping-“ He was cut off pretty quickly. “N-No! I-It’s not that…I-It’s…about me…” Donnie cocked a brow and looked at her for a good long second at that. “What do you mean? Thought you said you weren’t sick.” Sasha grimaced a bit, looking back out the window at the beautiful woods just beyond the road, as if she were looking for a way to put it. “I suppose you could…see it as being ‘sick’, in a way…” She said.

Now that REALLY confused the poor terrapin, but she was clearly getting at something, so he prodded as gently as he could, “Okeeeey…care to explain?” Sasha gulped, “Tell me…W-what does spring usually mean?” Donnie felt like he had to pause and reboot his brain for a moment. The vagueness of that question only making his worry and confusion more tangled. But, he trusted she was going somewhere with this, so he tentatively answered, “Uhhhh, well I think Blooming Flowers, Bugs, Warmer weather, and maybe allergies?” Sasha has to hold back a small laugh at his last statement, but it seemed like he didn’t notice. But the laugh was replaced with a loud sigh, as she started coming to the realization that she was gunna have to spell it out for him. Her face getting even hotter. “It also happens to be the season of procreation for many species…”

"..."

The silence is incredibly loud in the Battle Shell, even the wind coming in through the cracked window seemed to be drowning in it. Donnie’s eyes went wide as a slight heat creeped up into his cheeks, waiting for a second for what she said to sink in. He turned his head slightly her way, only to see her still facing out the window, but her eyes staring right at him. Her cheeks were a bright red, ears drooped and her mouth was in an uncomfortable frown. “…that includes yours and mine.” She concluded, her voice almost hitching, but the statement still hit like a semi-truck. That’s when Donnie’s face started turning bright red and he quickly looked away just to try and save himself from every thought racing into his head at once. But, it was too late! He really wasn’t sure what to say to that!

“I-I uhhh, w-well, I mean…you’re right. But-but that d-dosen’t mean anything. W-we’re not like…well normal animals! We have more control!” He said, just trying to get something said out loud. Though it sounded more like he was trying to convince himself and her, but it didn’t, as a hoard of butterflies started churning in his stomach again. Nights worth of dreams finally flooding his brain with any and all scenarios his teenaged mind could conjure. Sasha just whimpers a bit, shifting in her seat so that she’s scooted a bit further from her turtle friend, but still facing him. Her eyes started drifting down to the floor, “Y-Yeah, I know. B-but it’s less you I’m worried about, and…m-more me…” Donnie glanced at her, and she continued, “Being a cheetah, we a-aren’t that tough, but we’re still big cats. And cats are…p-pretty…aggressive during this kind of season…” a tinge of worry coming across Donnie’s face a little hearing this. “And it get’s more intense when w-we’re…in our element. So to speak…”

“Y-your not gunna…like…hurt me, or anything like that are you?” Donnie asked, honestly a little confused by her words. The way she was talking it was like she was scared she might try to eat him. Sasha’s eyes flew up and she looked really scared, “My Spots! N-no! Never in my life! It’s just…remember that night how I-I…” she trailed off, looking down. She slowly opened her paw to look at it. He knew what she was getting at almost immediately, bringing his own hand up to his cheek, it getting warm again. “Y-yeah…I remember…” “When I’m…in my element, I tend to be a…bit more bold. And I start to show a bit more of myself…” she continued, “You’ve likely noticed before…” Donnie thought about it, and she did seem to be a bit more open when they’d be out on missions, or in the heat of battle, or even just when she’s in the zone while in the lab. Calm, tactical, and cheery most of the time, but Donnie started seeing glimpses of something else during these other occasions. A Sly playfulness here or a small trace of bashfulness there, little peeks into Sasha’s true personality.

Donnie let his mind wander a bit, before Sasha sighed, “I’m sorry for having to bring it up NOW, but… I didn’t wanna seem like I didn’t wanna…go out with you like this…” she said, her eyes glancing back out the window, leaning against the door with one arm up against it, the other on her lap and cradling her stomach. “N-no! It’s ok! I-I’m happy you’re being honest with me! That’s the whole point of this trip after all! To get to know each other more!” Donnie said, reassuring her. A slow nervous smile passed over Sasha’s lips, “…just promise me that… if I get too…” her cheeks turned bright red and her ears lowered “…Frisky…, you’ll stop me if I cross a line. And p-please don’t…take it too personally…”

The word ‘frisky’ coming from Sasha of all folks made Donnie nearly laugh, but he held it in immediately. “Of course! I promise, nothing you could do would cross a line for me! But, uhhhh, I suppose the same should be said for me…” Sasha looked at him, an eyebrow raised. Donnie nervously chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck some, “I’m assuming you know how turtles get w-when…uhhh…” he trailed off, cheeks burning immediately. Sasha smirked a little, nodding.

Of course, Sasha was always more into the Biology branches of science, it was something he admired about her. He swallowed, “R-right, so…stop me if I cross a line too.” Sasha nodded again, “Deal… though…” a light devious glint hit her eyes “I don’t think I’ll need to worry about you. I know more about your body than you do about mine…” Donnie eyes grew at the sound of that, and his looked over her way. She was blushing still, a slight smirk on her face, but she was leaning against the window again. Staring off at the passing trees. The butterflies in his stomach were going insane now, his face practically wanting to melt off.

"W-what the shell?"

Quickly looking back at the road so they wouldn’t crash, Donnie kept driving. Sasha felt pleased with that, but the pit in her stomach still hadn’t let up. She had been honest with him. Right?

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After about another hour or so, they finally pulled up the long dirt road leading up to the large Farmhouse. Sasha let out a long whistle, looking at the size of the property and seeing the woods just beyond it. “Talk about some fresh air! This place is so…beautiful!” She said, taking off her seat belt, still keeping her eyes trained on the tree line. Donnie huffed out a small laugh, “I know right! Plenty of wide open space for us to just stretch our legs a-“ The sound of Sasha’s door opening and her hopping out made him stop. The speedy pattering of her feet on the grass was so quick that Donnie hardly started unbuckling his seatbelt yet. By the time he finally climbed out, he turned his attention to the back of the Battle Shell, and Sasha had already made it halfway across the property. She was looking all over the place, slowly turning, her tail softly flicking behind her. She was wonderstruck!

A soft smile spread on Donnie’s lips as he watched her. “I guess she really HAD been needing some time out in nature.” Sasha only stopped moving when her eyes landed on the sight of the distant hills, a huge smile spreading on her face. A present spring breeze blew through the trees and grass, and as it made its way into her fur, Sasha closed her eyes and took in a huge breath of it. The tips of her ears and tail now softly twitching. She then let out with a sigh, the wind suddenly changing direction and strength along with it, almost in sync. That’s when her ears flicked to something behind her, and she quickly turned to see Donnie approaching her, carrying both his and her own bags. “Huh, that wind gust was pretty strong!” He chuckled, getting closer and holding her bag out to her.

Sasha seemed to flinch at him taking notice of that and her ears drooped a bit, but she quickly shook that off and took her bag from him. “O-oh yeah, you know! These Spring winds they…uhhhh…always seem to…you know…move with the hearts of those who let it in.” Donnie raised a brow at that, “I’ve never heard that one before…” he said, a small smile on his face. While it was strange, Sasha always seemed to know a few weird sayings, most of which were kinda funny but mostly endearing. Maybe even a little spiritual at times. “Y-yeah, it’s something my Grandmother used to say…” She said, seeing to be in a hurry to stop talking about it, quickly slinging her bag onto her shoulders. “Well, I hope you’re ready to move like the wind, cause we’ve got a LOT of ground to cover before we make it to were we gotta be.” Donnie piped up, tilting his head in the direction of the woods just ahead of them.

She looked at him of a second, her ears perking back up again, the cat-like smirk returning to her lips, “Born ready my terrapin friend! Lead the way!” Donnie walked ahead a bit, “Well, We’ll have to move a bit stealthily from here for about a mile through these woods! Casey has a neighbor here who once sent his pitbull after Mikey.” “Oh! Crazy Man Hatchet?” Donnie froze for a second, looking back at her surprised that she knew. “How did-“ Sasha shrugged, “Mikey told me the story! You three saved a furry green man thing and it’s baby.” “Right…well, I’m hoping we won’t be seen like he was. But, like I said, we only got to get past a mile and then we should be in the clear.” Sasha nodded, “You got it…” she started walking ahead of him, only stopping to get right next to him, giving him a playful bump on his shoulder “Ninja Boy…” The way her voice came out was so sultry and almost teasing. Donnie froze a bit, feeling her soft tail brush his arm as she passed him. The tingle from such an action traveled through his whole body, making him shutter as his face began to burn. “Oh shell…is THIS what she meant by ‘being bold’?” He thought to himself, staring at Sasha, slack-jawed as she walked ahead of him. Noticing the way her tail swooshed, moving in time with her steps and the sway of her hips. He gulped, “If so, I just hope I can handle all of…that!”

The cheetah looked back at him, over her shoulder, “Race you to the other side?” She shouted back, a sly smirk on her. The return of that competitive spirit in her, and the quickening of her steps made Donnie flinch, before springing to life himself. He smirked and ran to catch up, “Sure, but aren’t I supposed to lead the way!?” He yelled back, with a laugh in his voice.

(To Be Continued...)

[the-fiction-witch]

HoneyBear

Media IRL

Character Thomas Brodie Sangster

Couple Thomas X Reader

Rating Sweet + Sad

Concept Helping

Warnings Depression and self-harm

I was admittedly a little nervous. But I had to do it. I'd been away filming in Australia for about nine months without a break to come home it was amazing as working always is especially doing something this big and honestly this good. Even if I had definitely had a few big waves of homesickness the sort I never had before after all my years in this job. 

I guess that was because of y/n. 

I'd always had girlfriends of course and a lot of the time they were always who I missed the most. But y/n's different. 

We'd been friends for years and eventually after a lot of pushing and nervous dates we became a couple. And I've never been happier, she was everything I wanted and everything I needed. Honestly I wanted to marry her but we haven't even been dating for a year. I imagine everyone would go a little mad if I tried to marry her now. 

But I was worried. She's been dealing with alot and I know she hasn't been doing well, she wasn't that great before I left and I made a point to make sure even though I was literally the other side of the planet I wanted to make sure I called, texted her, left her messages and sent her home presents trying to make sure she didn't feel abandoned while I was gone. 

Of course now I'm home I wanted nothing else in the world then to see her. Even if Jack had warned me when he picked me up she that she hadn't been good. Apparently there was some issues with her boss and she went down a bit of a depressive spiral while I was gone. It did unfortunately happen to her alot but usually I'd be here to help her or atleast talk her down on the phone if I was away. I felt awful for abandoning her while I was gone but I had cleared my calendar now I'm back so I could see her and hopefully take care of her as best I could. 

I didn't know just how bad she would be. I didn't wanna ask and I doubt jack really knew anyway, I know about her boss and about the situation so I wasn't imagining it being good. 

I arrived at her little London apartment on the first floor of what was once a basic three floor London town house since it was split by her landline into three one floor apartments. She has the ground floor meaning she also has a small back garden. I went up to her little purple door giving it a firm rhythmic knock holding the strap of my leather bag as I waited on her doorstep. No answer, that's strange? So I knocked again this time a little louder. Perhaps she was in the garden and couldn't hear me, or maybe stood beside her impossibly loud kettle. But still no answer. So I grabbed my phone and called her after about four rings. She answered, sounding quiet and snuffy like she'd been crying "hello?"

"Hey honey I'm outside" 

"Ohh I'm coming" she says hanging up the phone I waited a minute more and she pulled open the door, she stood on her door mat in her little bear claw slippers, long blue gingham pj pants that I'm convinced I once owned but clearly not anymore, her extra large pokemon hoodie with snorlax on the front, her hair up in a messy matted bun with one of her usual spotted fabric ties to hold it up. No make up her face red, dirty and a little spotty. But I didn't care I was so happy to see her 

"Hi honeybear" I smiled giving her a tight squeeze and a kiss "I've missed you"

"I missed you too Thomas" she says even if she didn't cuddle me back

"Can I come in?" I asked given we had been on her doorstep for a good minute or two now 

"Uhhhhh… well I guess" she sighed letting me in shutting the door behind me as I headed into her little apartment.

I did my best not to react. In anyway. As I know that would make her feel worse. The kitchen was full of dishes and cups and bags of trash by the back door. The floor was dirty and dusty with clothes and bags littered across it. A dominos pizza box with God only knows how old half a pizza in it. Her bed unmade things all over her bedroom and bathroom too. Everything dirty, dusty and messy the whole place has a smell of old food and unwashed… everything it actually seemed as if she hadn't even cleaned or hoovered since I left and honestly by the look and smell of her I'm not sure she'd showered either. And even though the place was a tip she just pushed some laundry to the side and sat down on the sofa with a blanket and her little build a Bear brown teddy wearing bee clothes I made her when we first started dating.

"Uuuuuuuhhh… fuck. I uhhh I didn't think it would be this bad"

"Sorry"

"No no it's uhhh" I began sitting in the chair as best I could "y/n? How'd it get like this?"

"I don't know. Just did I guess everything kinda just exploded and I had to stop and… now I don't really know how to start again,"

"Ohh you poor thing. You see that it's bad right?"

"I see it. I just… don't know where to begin"

"Well sitting in all this isn't going to help I know it's hard sometimes physically impossible but in here now. And I promise I'm going to help as much or as little as you want me too" I told her giving her head a kiss "okay?"

"Okay" she nods 

"That's my girl" I cooed "first things first trash because trash is easy" I smiled "I'll do that okay, give you some space to breathe" 

I got up and began gathering things up and throwing them away or into the washing pile In Front of her machine just giving it a once over to give us some room to focus until I got to the table "I'm going to be brave here. How long has this been here?"

"I don't remember"

"When did you last order pizza?"

"Yesterday"

"This has been here longer the yesterday"

"Three weeks ago" 

"Oh my god. Okay," I sighed quickly getting it into a bag without touching or breathing close to it and she began to cry "whoa whoa what's wrong?" I asked giving her a hug as she cried 

"I'm sorry"

"What are you sorry for?"

"Your mad at me"

"I'm not mad at you, I'm not angry at your honeybear I promise I'm not. I'm not angry with you I'm worried about you. You could have gotten so sick just from having that in your living room. You could have gotten really sick." I told her 

"I'm sorry I don't know how it all got like this"

"It's alright I know how hard it is sometimes. How about you take buzzy and get a little nap okay" I told her handing her the bear

"But that's-"

"Please. Get some rest don't worry your head it'll do you good" I told her she nods and slithered away to her room so I tucked her in and gave her a kiss "have a nice nap my little honeybear I'll take care of you" 

I shut her door quietly and waiting till I could hear her sleeping and I cleaned up everything I could throwing away all the trash putting on a few loads of laundry, I dusted and hoovered and even did all her dishes putting them all away for her I even put on one of her nice wax melts to make the place smell nice. Often sneaking into her room to clean around her bed for her. Even setting her blankets and pillows on the sofa with her little bears so we could cuddle later. She was still asleep so I got my phone and ordered some groceries for delivery as she had no food in the house now, filling her fridge and cupboards to the brim with her favorite snacks, her favorite foods, favorite drinks and making sure to put a bunch of her favorite ice pops in the freezer for her. Once all sorted I smiled and went to her bedroom "honeybear? Helloooooo?" I whispered crawling into her bed peppering her and her teddy with kisses "ummmm hello" I smiled as she began to stir 

"Hello Thomas" she cracked a small smile 

"Did you have a nice nap?"

"I did"

"Hey, how's about I run you a beautiful bubble bath? Hey? I know you love your bubble baths when did you last have one?"

"I can't remember"

"Uhhh not to be rude y/n how long has it been since you had a shower?"

"I honestly don't remember"

"Yeah didn't wanna say anything but… yeah. I can tell you on your period cause of smells right now"

"I'm not"

"Ohh god. Okay I will run you a nice very bubbly bath" I told her"and maybe we wash buzzy?" 

"Okay" she sighed handing over the bear which I quickly put in the machine to wash and dry so it would be ready when she got out her bath I went to her bathroom and ran her a nice hot bath with muscle soak, bubble bath, btah salts, bath… potion? Whatever it is it's going in, all of it lavender or flower scented to keep it all in theme, I got her two bath bombs the first an extra large purple lust bath bomb so scented I'm convinced I may have eaten some I tasted so much on my tounge in fact the bath bomb in her bath the wax melt in the living room were having a scent fight. And I also got her a nice lilac love heart that I sat on her little bath bridge with her scrunchie and her favourite fancy body wash she usually only uses for going out, as well as her honey shampoo and conditioner as they always made her smile and of course they were the reason I called her my honey bear as on an early date as we cuddled up her hair smelt so much of honey I was actually convinced she may have put honey on her head and we laughed about it and had some honey on toast ever since I'd called her honeybear. Once the bath was run and perfect I fetched her "come on little bear time for your bath"

"Fine" she sighed slowly coming in 

"You get in and relax while I change your bed okay"

"You don't have to-"

"Get in the tub. Or I'll sheep dip you" I warn her 

"Noooo" she whines

"Go on then" I told her so she began to get changed admittedly I couldn't help but look at her having missed her so badly while I was gone but i gave her some privacy and headed back to her bedroom stripping off her bed and immediately three the sheets away I'm not going to try and wash them just throw them away I'll buy her new ones. I went back tidied her room for her flipping the mattress and making the bed with her favorite bedding the little duvet cover and pillow cases white on one side with little bees doing loop the loops and the other side dark orange honeycomb pattern making her bed up with her blankets and pillows and a special place for her bear once he was done in the Washing machine. I imagined y/n would be back by now but she hadn't so I went to the bathroom seeing her sat in the water surrounded by bubbles her legs pulled to her chest 

"Ohh y/n" I went over getting a little chair and moving to sit beside her tub at first rubbing her skin with the bubbles "would you like some help?" I asked and she nods "okay, take your ribbon out and we'll wash your hair"

"I did" she says handing me the ribbon she had in her hair and yet her hair hadn't moved 

"Okay" well that's a problem.

I got her brush and her conditioner as I would definitely be needing it slowly but surely Washing her hair using her nice shampoo and conditioner brushing the matted knots out of her hair it was clear she'd put it up like this just after I left and hadn't done anything with it since. She was often teary but I always have her kisses and reassured her I imagine it likely hurt alot as I brushed and brushed and brushed using pretty much the whole bottle of conditioner. "There we go all beautiful again" I cooed giving her cheek a kiss as I finished with her hair "hey all pretty. Now you can have your nice … well now lukewarm bath" I told her gently and playfully helping her as she slowly came out of this sadness I was stopped however upon seeing her arms and her thighs that she had done her best to keep hidden all this time I didn't mention in even if I knew some where fresh I just held her hand and brought her arm over giving her skin a million kisses 

"Are you upset with me?" She asks

"No. No I'm not it's okay. I just wish you'd role me you wh re feeling that bad. Please I don't want things to get this bad again I'm not upset I'm not blaming you. Just please of it gets this bad please tell me. You know if have thrown home months earlier if id known you were feeling this bad" 

"I know. I didn't want to be any trouble"

"It's no trouble really. I'd rather you tell me so I can come home and help you rather then… having to clean up the aftermath. I love you you know I do. hey. my little honeybear. I'm not going anywhere not till your better"

"What if I'm never any better"

"Then I'm not going anywhere. Ever again." I told her "your more important that my job. Always." I told her "you enjoy the rest of your bath I'll get you some nice clean clothes and your teddy okay? Then we'll make cheesy pie," I told her giving her one more kiss and heading out

"Thomas?"

"Yeah?" 

"Thank you"

"Your welcome"

"I love you very much*

"I love you more" 

[foxxdoolz]

Journal (6-10-24)

I was told journaling is good for the mind. I don't believe that steaming wad of bullshit, but here we are.

Maybe there's something to say about something. But even as I type this, my mind his blank. Blank like always. Always blank. I've given it a phrase at this point.

The Art of Destroying Your Life.

Because, truly, at this point, it's my greatest piece of work to date. Not the scripts I have written, not the films I've made, but my inherent ability to feel nothing about my life.

I'm happy sometimes, sure, sad sometimes, but I can't run away from this crippling feeling of nothingness. That I simply just exist. And I love existing and breathing and loving and thinking.

I think about how, right now, at the age of twenty-one, I live surrounded by trash. Not hyperbole. Rotting takeaway on the floor, liquor cans standing right next to it, snack wrappers taking up an entire side of my bed so no body could sleep near. I find it totally disgusting, and yet I continue to let it rot.

Living is monotonous. And I love living, but I can't help the thoughts that any time I smile or laugh, am I just sliding a mask on? Am I truly content if the second I am away from whatever is immediately making me happy, I feel nothing?

I get into these slumps where I don't feel like existing. Not that I want to stop existing, no, but I don't want to be perceived, I suppose.

I remember the first time I felt this way. Eighteen. The retail place I worked at just closed down, my stability of my favorite job ever, gone without my say. And there would be weeks that would pass where I didn't shower, ate filth, the only moments of happiness coming from fleeting moments with my friends.

And, then, I applied to a film school, halfway across the country, and I felt invigorated. I had a goal to achieve. I had something to do. And I was constantly working towards that goal.

And now, I'm at that film school, I've achieved that goal, and now it's just life. I just go to school, go to work, eat filth, and don't shower until I have to be perceived.

I wonder if these slumps existed before I was eighteen. If that's why I took my first drag of a cigarette at thirteen. If that's why I first stole a crappy seltzer from my mom at fourteen. If that's why I first coughed marijuana from my lungs at fifteen.

I no longer smoke weed, having stopped when I was about seventeen, and, though it may sound like it, I don't drink often. I like to drink socially, but the thought of drinking alone is boring. The cans on my floor are from weeks of long shifts at work.

I confided in a friend of mine recently that I want to go to therapy. Therapy costs money, money I do not have when I am living paycheck to paycheck. But, hopefully in the near future, I can take that step. I'm an open book, really, and I love talking to people.

I've been thinking about my grandma a lot recently. My dad's mom. She passed away when I was five. I only have one memory of her face, and the memories of my father's face when talking about her. I think about how my dad was barely an adult when he lost his mom, only thirty-five, when there was still so much more he needed from her. Cancer is a fucking mess, I suppose.

I also think about he was only a little bit older than I am now when he lost his own father. A good for nothing, angry drunk, but still his father. How, among the myriad of shitty stories I've been told, my dad still thinks so highly of his own father. Idolizes him, loves him, despite the bullshit.

I wonder if my dad looks at my mom's parents and feels a pang of jealousy. Still alive, still healthy, not miserable drunks doomed to cancer or psychiatries. Jealous that my mom's family, for all of the assholes and strange people, is massive, when my dad has very little.

My mom with too many brothers and sisters to remember the names of, and my father with his two sisters, and newly found half-brother. I think it meant a lot to my dad to find his family growing. It's only been a few years since he's known his half-brother, and it's only been a few times I've seen my half-uncle, but a little bit of light comes back to my dad's eyes when he's around. A light that fizzled when his mom died.

The same light that re-entered when his long-divided cousin and him got back into contact. Once again, cancer is a fucking mess-

...

I think I'll have to come back to this. I'm pretty sure something just dropped into my tub, like an alive thing.

At first I thought it was just one of my neighbors when I heard something fall behind the wall, and then I heard the unmistakable sound of something clawing at ceramic.

I went to go investigate, thought I saw something move in the darkness of my bathroom, and promptly slammed the door closed.

I need to ready myself before I can check it out. Maybe it's a rat, or a pigeon, or maybe I just need to go to sleep.

-PCD

[tellthemeerkatsitsfine]

I've listened to the last couple of episodes of the Ed Gamble and Matthew Crosby show on Radio X, because for the last two weeks it's been the Matthew Crosby and Nish Kumar show, and I really really like listening to Nish Kumar talk. That podcast is one of the few where I've decided I will pick and choose and listen to a few episodes if they have on someone I particularly like, without feeling obligated to listen to every episode (of the few shows that I've set out as exceptions to my completism rule, two are Crosby-based as Pappy's is another one, though I know at some point I will end up going through all of Pappy's Fun Club). And for most of the episodes of the Gamble/Crosby podcast I've heard, the guest who drew me to that episode was Nish Kumar.

I do like listening to Ed Gamble talk as well, it was no slight on him that this week I picked two episodes where he was away (being replaced by Nish) to jump into that radio show. But I think I am getting enough Ed Gamble from other sources right now. Spent yesterday going between the Crosby/Kumar thing, and listening to Ed Gamble... hopefully not really physically attack a guy until he drew blood during a podcast recording in 2008. I mean, I'm pretty sure they were just pretending on that. Hitting something else to make the sound effect. But they put in a lot of fairly believable detail on that lie. I mean. There's no way that was real. Physical assault is an actual crime, and you can't commit crimes on podcasts, even if it's 2007. It had to be a lie. The Ray Peacock Podcast is sure an experience.

Anyway. As I'm getting more than enough Ed Gamble, possibly too much Ed Gamble, from my Ray Peacock Podcast completist run, it was nice to have the much more chill, just jump into an occasional episode of Matthew Crosby on Radio X to balance it out. And these couple were fun. It was also nice to hear from Producer Vin again, who is the best. I have decided he's the best one. He's one-upped Chris Skinner off The Bugle as my favourite in that role.

Anyway, I have dedicated much of this blog before to cataloguing comedian football gossip, so here's some more of it:

I enjoyed that greatly, as I do any clip in the more specific sub-genre of comedian football stories called: Nish Kumar's trash talk:

Of all the comedy events that I don't get to see because of the Atlantic Ocean, those yearly Alex Horne-organized Chicken vs. Egg comedian football matches are pretty high on my list of things I'd most like to see. I see why they don't film those, but I still wish they would.

I love the phrase "Achilles Brain". I might start using that, in real life. There are many terms we use to describe athletes who perform much better in practice than in competition because they struggle with the mental game. My old coach used to call them "head cases", which I found quite offensive, as a person in that category. I guess the term wouldn't necessarily have been offensive if he hadn't specifically meant it in an offensive way. But if you're going to be offensive about it, it's much better to go all the way and be over-the-top offensive for comedic effect about it, and go with Achilles Brain. I'm going to start telling athletes they have to work on their Achilles Brain.

Good chat, Nish. Every time I hear Matthew Crosby talk I'm reminded of how much I like Matthew Crosby. Also, for anyone listening to this without context who may be concerned, I am genuinely sure that Ed Gamble didn't break a guy's nose during a podcast record in 2007. They just fairly convincingly pretended he did. But I do not recommend listening to the Ray Peacock Podcast. It's very funny and I'm hugely enjoying it and I recommend it to absolutely no one.

[missskzbiased]

The Seven Deadly Sins - Wrath

Summary: Hell wasn’t like you pictured… Instead of flames, screams, and endless torture you had to go through a trial held by seven faceless figures. A trial that was bound to decide your eternity. An eternity that could either be suffering or fully enjoying yourself to the end of the days.

“I’m a filthy whore” You confess promptly.

The trial begins… And you better hope you’re a hell of a sinner.

Intro || Chan || Minho || Changbin || Hyunjin || Han || Seungmin || Jeongin

WC: ~5,3 K

Genre: Mature

Pairing: Lee Minho x Fem! Reader (Feat. Bang Chan)

Warnings: Sex toys, Spread bar, Filming, Pet names (Baby boy, Doll), Humiliation/Degradation, Edging, Power Play (?), Exhibitionism, Language, Fuckthroat

 " You knew exactly what you were getting into... Don't fight it, doll "

    You don't know how having a hand around your neck, burying your face into the mattress while your arms are pinned behind your back is considered fighting.

Perhaps, if he had said it a few minutes ago, when you tried to run; when you struggled to get away from his grip, believing you could overpower him... But no. Minho chooses to say it now; when wriggling and trashing around had become things meant to stay in the past. He straddles your ass, using his full weight to keep you in place, and fighting him starts to sound like a good old joke told too many times. Yet, he likes to remind you that he still finds it funny, that he got off on you being powerless underneath him, obliged to take whatever he felt like giving you.

    A smack in the ass, an intrusive finger pumping inside you, or being used as a fuckdoll for him to hump and rut. You would take it all and a bit more if he wanted you to. But you would never let him know that you would do it willingly.

    " You don't own me " Your voice is muffled but he can still understand you.

    " Yeah? " His tone is sugar-sweet; as if he is talking to a child that is babbling some cute gibberish. The hand on your hair pulls it toward him instead of pushing you further, and your back arches at an uncomfortable angle. Your complaint falls on deaf ears, " Does it look like you're in charge here? " He snickers; lips curling in a smile that is so smug that you want to wipe it off of his face.

    You can't; not with your hands tied.

    " No .  It looks like you're jealous 'cuz you can't fuck me right, so I have to fuck other guys to make up for it " So instead, you use your words.

    But at what cost?

    " I can't fuck you right? " His voice drips with a hint of a warning, like unknown waters that might be too dangerous to sail. He leans further as if he is prowling, preparing himself to pounce you. The air catches inside your throat, and you wonder if you had ever felt this small and defenseless under someone else. Your heart bursts inside your chest, thumping in your ears. Your body acknowledges itself as the prey but you're neither fighting nor flighting; you're enjoying it, " Are you sure you wanna play this game with me, doll? " He sounds like he is giving you one last chance to get on his good side. 

    However, he doesn't fool you this time. 

    Whenever Minho offers you some kindness, some hope to get a flash of his good side, he has wicked intentions. Sometimes, he'll mock how innocent you are; how much you trust him, even though he treats you like nothing more than his fuckdoll. Other times, he'll let you taste it. His gentle touches, his soft lips... Such a sweet kiss, such wonder in his eyes... And then, he'll leave all that behind, offering you a twisted smile as he smacks your ass or chokes you for a bit. He will say that fooling you is like taking candy from a baby; that the baby might make it harder for him.

    " What game? " You raise your eyebrow, looking at him through the mirror, " I'm just saying that he gives me what I want, he makes me cum... Which is a concept that you don't seem to grasp " The captain must go down with the ship, right? And his smile goes down with you, drowned by the perspective of you being a brat.

    " You fucking little whore " He spits, getting off of you, and walking to his wardrobe. Your eyes follow his every step, and you flood with a mix of excitement and curiosity, " Do you think he can fuck you better than me? That anyone else could melt your brains away the way I do? That I don't fuck you good enough, even when you're screaming my name and begging me to keep going, to cum inside? " His words come one right after the other; no pauses, no breaths taken.

    You can hear the anger building up, his face flushing, his eyes narrowing in your direction; his veins popping. When he stops talking, his jaw locks and his apple wobbles up and down, as if he is trying to regain some of his cool. His eyes dive into yours. You try not to make any sudden movements, staying still, holding the same position he left you in: Stomach down, hands on your back, and legs spread apart.

    Usually, he would contemplate your figure for a few seconds; hand hovering over countless toys, considering his options. His fingers would brush a dildo here and there, studying the texture and the shapes. Then, he would caress a whip or two, holding it and testing it in the air, on the walls, making you flinch with its snap. Finally, he would meet your gaze, attentive to your every reaction, until he could detect the slightest change in your mien, a subtle twitch of your muscles. And he would take whatever made you most anxious, most horny, and torture every single sense of yours before ruining you for the day.

    He doesn't do this tonight.

    Minho doesn't look back once as he settles for the spreading bar; his grip so tight that his tips turn white. He closes his wardrobe with a  Bang!  and turns around to make his way back to you. Without notice, his arm hooks under your knee to manhandle you into another position. He rolls you to your back, your head pending outside the bed, before locking your wrists together; the spreading bar under your knees, forcing your legs to bend in the air. You feel a breeze kissing your folds. The acknowledgment of being exposed and vulnerable for him to use you however he wanted makes you clench around nothing.

    He notices.

    " And I don't fuck you good enough " He sneers; hand reaching for his belt to loosen it before he pulls it in one go, the leather sliding its way out with a zip.

He doesn't say another word as he rolls up his belt but his eyes don't drift away for a second. Your gaze is fixed on his. Something about it makes you feel like a fish, swimming into a net that you will never be able to get rid of. As he keeps his pace slow, taking his sweet time with building you up and rolling up his belt as tight as possible, you begin to feel smaller. Suddenly, you're a fly, caught by a spider's web; small, defenseless, and undoubtedly screwed. It's only when you dare to look at his hands, follow the veins that go all way up to his arms, that the belt unfolds itself, hitting your cunt and ass at the same time in a whipping motion.

    You wince in pain, shrieking into the silence.

    " What? Cat got your tongue? " He asks when you don't make mention to talk back to him, to protest over his behavior. Your body quivers as you try to relax your muscles, to rest your hips instead of bucking them forward, to try and close your legs instead of spreading them further apart, " Or is it that you like it? " You're caught red-handed, and there is no way to escape your fate. His eyes study yours through the mirror for a minute, and he hums in appreciation as he rolls the belt up again, his pace faster than before, " Does it feel good? " He is obnoxious about it; eyebrows arching in mockery and eyes glinting with a wicked joy before it all dies down, and his face becomes stern.

    Minho doesn't seem to be enjoying the moment when he raises his arm, bending his wrist as if he was a maestro conducting a masterpiece. When the belt cuts the air for the second time, it hits you much harder than before. It whacks your flesh and draws a howl out of you, a result of a mix of pain and pleasure, but it doesn't even earn you a smirk or a sneer from him. You whimper pathetically, and your folds clench and release at the feeling, at the humiliation of being the only one affected by this, by being affected at all. His eyes burn you, and you watch him staring at your heat with unimpressed interest as his thumb comes to meet your clit, rubbing it messily. You moan and wriggle, trying to give him better access but failing as the spread bar restrains your movements.

    " Feels good, hm? " He answers it for you, a hint of irony in the air, " But still, I don't fuck you good enough " The reminder is bitter, and he spits the words as his face twists with disgust and discontent. You whimper as his thumb dives into your hole, and he caresses your walls with a circular motion. He nods in fake understanding, " 'Cuz he makes you cum, right? " He smears your juices up and down before his thumb goes back to your clit and his belt is set aside for him to shove two fingers inside of you. 

    He pumps them in and out, circling your clit at the same time and adding a third finger just for fun, to watch you cry out his name. He doesn't seem to be putting any effort into it but it wouldn't be long before you came on his fingers.

You could feel it coming.

    " 'Cuz that's such a  hard  thing to do " The venom dripping from his words intoxicates you but not as much as your orgasm building up, not as much as the way he disdains you. The groan falling from your lips is unapologetic. You moan his name and thrust your hips forward, to meet his knuckles midway, to get more and more of what he was offering you. And nothing he offered, "But  I guess I just don't grasp that concept " This time, you can hear the amusement in his voice when he slides his fingers out of you, leaving you empty and on edge, " Maybe he can enlighten me? " As if on cue, Chan's icon flashes on your screen. The mockery in Minho's tone hardens and shapes as aversion, " Or maybe it's time to teach him a thing or two " His eyes darken as he reaches for your phone.

    " I'll be there in five, baby " Chan's voice echoes in the room as Minho puts him on speaker.

    " Five?   I take my sweet little time with sluts like her,  mate " His tone is heavy with sarcasm as he mimics Chan's Australian accent. There is a pause on the other end, a lack of reaction that seems to please Minho, " And when I finish with her, she won't be up for a second round " With only one hand left, Minho folds his belt messily but proceeds to smack your cunt anyway. You moan in response, loudly; mind hazed by the perspective of being heard by someone else, by someone who was on his way to fuck you right now, " Some of us know how to properly use a fuckdoll " He continues, and Chan finally reacts, clearing his throat.

    " Who's that? " He asks warily.

    " Why does it matter? " The answer is simple but effective. Chan keeps silent, not knowing what else to say, " What you should be asking yourself,  mate , is why she doesn't sound like that with you " This time, Chan scoffs on the other side, and Minho whacks your cunt again, to remind him who had the cards.

    " She's much louder when she's with me " He sneers, smugness overflowing with his words.

    "That's because you're not fucking her right" Minho doesn't hesitate to wipe off the superiority the other man felt, " If you did, you'd know that when she's truly gone, she can't say a word... She just moans like a bitch in heat, and then cries, and cries, and cries... And then she drools all over herself... And she convulses... Then she just stays there, trembling and taking whatever you give her until she passes out, like a good girl " You gulp down, very aware that Chan never got you to that point and Minho did.  Every time .

    " I-, I... " You can almost see Chan opening and closing his mouth, at a loss for words.

    " Yeah " Minho agrees, scornfully, " But I can't get into it when she's spoiled by someone else, and instead of the perfect little whore I trained her to be, she becomes a fucking brat " Minho slides his finger through your screen, and more light is cast over his face, " So here's the deal: You're gonna pull over, and I'm gonna teach you how to treat a fuckdoll, buddy. Then, we're gonna share her. One at a time, both... It doesn't matter, as long as I don't have a brat to tame when I come home " He directs your camera directly at your dripping cunt, and you can hear Chan shifting on his seat, " Do we have a deal? "     For the first time tonight, Minho seems to get calm.

    On the other hand, Chan loses his shit.

    " I-I'm here " He gasps, and you can hear him pulling over, " Can I come up? S-should I come up? " His breath is uneven, and it's clear that he is agitated, that this is his first time doing anything remotely similar to this, " She looks... " He lets the sentence hang in the air, as if he is thinking about what was the right thing to say, or as if he recognizes how pathetic he sounds, " Do you fuck her like this? " He asks abruptly, disoriented, and the soft humming that follows his question tells you that he is palming himself over his pants.

    " Ease " Minho scoffs, and Chan seems to get quiet on the other side, " Good boy " He teases, but Chan doesn't react to it. At least, not vocally, " You'll stay there. I need you focused on my voice, okay? Watch closely and learn... And try not to cum in your pants. You'll need that cum to fill her up later, alright? " Chan mutters a quiet  yes  through the line ,  voice breaking, " For Lord sake's, get a hold of yourself " Minho rolls his eyes, skirting around the bed while filming you.

    " Yes, Sir ," Chan says promptly, trying to be sterner.

    " You talk like you want to be my fuckdoll too " Minho jokes, his words mingling with his chuckles. When he doesn't get any back, he pauses, giving Chan enough time to react. He doesn't, and Minho's eyes darken, " Do you? " Dangerous, familiar tone. It makes you shiver in expectation.

    " No, Sir! " He blurts out, startled, " I'm just... I've never... This is new to me " He mutters quietly.

    " That's why you're gonna stay in that car and jerk off, baby boy " Minho's instruction is filled with amusement, and there is another pause as he waits for the zipping sound of Chan opening his pants, "That's it..." He approves before finally directing some of his attention to you, " Now, take your notes... That's how she treats a real man " He smiles to himself, flashing his cock in front of your eyes and letting it hover over your face for a second.

    The air catches inside your lungs, and your lips tremble as you try to breathe again. The warmth emanating from his hardened, throbbing dick, and the smell of precum and something else hit you like a truck. You exhale shakingly. Your head feels heavy, and all the blood flowing to your brain seems to get stuck. Your lips are numb, fuller, and plumper... Yet, your mouth feels emptier than ever, drier. You're thirsty. He knows it. You see it in his eyes as he studies your face, as he watches your throat clenching for him. You gulp down carefully, afraid of stirring him up in any way, afraid of being told you don't deserve it, that you can't have it.

    The respect, the urges, the fears... He sees it; he rewards it.

    " She doesn't get to say what she wants... " He rubs his tip over your lips, using it as lipstick. It was ridiculous. Still, it turned you on, " 'Cuz she doesn't know it, does she? " He pouts at you, mockingly, and you nod your head side to side to comply with his wishes, " We know what she wants. We know what she needs. We know when to give it to her. And she doesn't have a saying in that " He explains patiently, moving past your lips to push quietly against your teeth, inviting himself in, " Just the tip " He instructs mindlessly, and you engulf his head promptly, but nothing more.

    Minho reaches for your throat, his fingers caressing the skin, following each bulge until your collarbone. Then, he presses his palm over your neck, positioning his hand as if he was about to choke you. He hums in appreciation when he feels your muscles tensing, putting a little bit of pressure when you try to gulp down and your cheeks threaten to hollow, to suck him without his permission. He slides into your mouth in slow motion, overflowing with composure, and you feel each inch of his skin caressing your tongue until he reaches for the back of your throat, blocking your airways. While choking you, his hand constricts the walls of your throat, tightening them around his cock. Judging by the way he clears his throat with a fake, raspy cough, he loves the feeling.

    " Remind her of her place " Minho goes back to his lessons, retracting his hand to admire the bulge on your throat, " Do you see that? " He pulls back, his fingers pressing the skin where his tip should be in, following his motion, " She can take it " He pushes all the way in, fingers outlining the bulge forming again, " She might say she can't but she always doe s" He slides out but, this time, when he thrusts back in, it's not a demonstration. He grunts with the sensation, " And she loves being reminded that we know better than her "   His voice is unsteady, on the verge of breaking into an animalistic growl.

    " Hmm-hmpf " Your throat flutters around him, and that's enough for him to snap.

    Your phone is dropped to your stomach as his hand finds your collarbone, supporting himself there as he fucks your mouth vehemently. His grunts and groans flood the room, and your pathetic muffled whimpers follow each one of his thrusts. Breathless, you choke on your own as he keeps assaulting your mouth; throat hollowing as it clenches around his dick. He laughs and moans, incredulity washing over him when your tongue embraces him, pulling and pushing to add the last bit of stimuli he needed. He grabs the sides of your head, searching for his release mercilessly; faltering when you try to swallow on nothing, pushing him to his limit.

    " Fuck " He grunts when hot, white loads splurt into you with no warning.

    He pushes himself all the way in, holding your head in place as he stops moving. You welcome his seed eagerly but gag around his cock as soon as it hits your throat. The fluttering brings his cum back to your mouth, filling it up until it invades your nose. You tear up, trying to pull away but he keeps you in place, humming about how well you're taking it. He picks up your phone, and Chan's voice isn't muffled anymore. His moans are loud and desperate enough for him to get caught by anyone passing by. His hand moves fast but sloppily, and you can tell he is getting closer to his own high. 

    " Don't " Minho warns him as he pulls out, finally letting you breathe. You choke on the air coming in; the eagerness to fill your lungs up acting as your own enemy. You choke on the cum coming out of your nose, on the cum you swallowed along with the air. You cough and blow so much that you almost miss Chan's pathetic whine, that you almost miss Minho's threatening order, " I said don't " He repeats himself, and this time Chan whimpers and cries but obeys.

    " Sorry " He mutters breathlessly; his voice breaking with the urge of finishing what he started.

    " Tell her she looks pretty " He instructs.

    " You're gorgeous, baby " He breathes out, and you can hear the tired smile in his tone.

    " Tell her she did well " Minho licks his lips, watching Chan's fucked out form on the camera.

    " You did great, baby... So good for him " He breathes in, voice shaky and tormented by what he couldn't have.

    " That's it... " Minho approves, studying the screen with renewed interest, " You're such a good boy " His tone shifts to a hungrier one, and you catch the mischievous glint in his eyes when Chan clears his throat, uncomfortable at how he felt by the remark, " Obedient... Desperate... Weak... " Minho licks his lips, " I think that's enough for today. You look tired. We wouldn't want to push your limits, right? " Chan's answer is meek and uncertain, " Right... " Minho smiles sultrily, ulterior motives flashing on his mien, " You have so much to learn yet... And we need to set some boundaries, don't we? For our next session " Chan nods quietly, blushing at the veiled, suggestive offer.

    " I'm still here, you know? " You huff, bothered by the fact that it was over, and you didn't get the attention you deserved.

    Minho slowly lowers his gaze to you.

    His eyes tell you that he doesn't like your remark, and he doesn't bother to answer you as he frees your wrists and ankles. However, before you can rub the sensitive skin, Minho rolls you onto your stomach again. You flinch, startled by the violence with which he bends your arms behind your back, hands on your elbows, and locks them again with the spread bar. Then, he sets himself between your legs, pulling them apart as further as possible before bending your knees and locking your ankles so your feet would stay up, your cunt on full display.

    Minho gets off of the bed, walking to his wardrobe for the second time tonight. You watch as he picks up a dildo that you particularly like: A fat, crystal-pink rabbit vibrator. He teases your entrance with the tip, smearing your juices up and down before finally putting it in. Even without him turning it on, the pressure on your clit is delicious. The position you're fixed in makes it hard for your body not to wobble by itself, searching for some balance. Your lips are slippery, your wetness makes it impossible for the toy not to glide over your clit, adding a stimulus that doesn't take long to mess with your senses.

    You search for him with glossy eyes as you wait for the device to be turned on, for him to torture you a little more. He doesn't. Minho walks out of the room. He leaves the door open, and you watch him through the mirror as he makes his way to the front door, unlocking it. He carefully opens the door, not too much; just enough for someone who's passing by on the hallways to be able to see the state that you're in. You gulp down, watching as he comes back, making a point not to close the door to his bedroom. He patiently goes for your phone, filming you as he skirts around the bed, registering the glimpse of a hallway in the corner before he sits down, clicking his tongue and relishing the moment.

    " I'll reward you for being such a good boy, Chris " He talks as if he believes he is being benevolent,        " You'll come up and you'll fuck her as hard as you want, for as long as she can take. I don't want you to stop until she's filled with cum. And I want it to be messy. I want it spilling from her, and I want you fucking it into her again, and again until this bitch passes out " Minho pauses, attentive to steps outside that seem to be getting closer. 

    They stop.

    You assume they're waiting for the elevator.

    Minho assumes that the situation isn't exhilarating enough as it is.

    He turns on the device, turning the speed a notch before you have the chance to get used to the feeling. A soft moan escapes from you, and you pray for it to be quiet enough to not be heard. Minho increases the intensity. You bite your lower lip until you draw blood from it, your moan strangled in your throat and your whimpers and cries bobbling up and down your chest. He watches as you struggle to shift your position, seesawing until you finally manage to bury your teeth into the mattress, flattening your tongue on it to muffle your howling.

    The tears run down your face freely. The pleasure is too much to take; all that trashing around adds to the friction on your clit, pushing you to the edge. Your breathing becomes sharp and erratic, your eyes roll to the back of your skull, and your chin quivers as your mouth opens to let out a broken mewl. The sound is raspy but long, breathless, and utterly pathetic. It's not loud enough to echo in the hallways but is loud enough to evoke Minho from his chair. He gets up and grabs the toy, moving it in a circular motion. You throw your head back and your tongue out, spasming uncontrollably as you feel a knot forming inside you, ready to snap. Before it does, Minho pulls the toy until only the tip is left inside.

    The stimulation on your clit ceases but you still feel the vibrations crawling their way up to your core, loosening every soft spot on the way. You try to regain some self-control, to remind yourself that there is someone down the hallways, that being heard by them would be so embarrassing, so humiliating... What if they got worried over you screaming? What if they burst into the bedroom just to find you in that state? What would they think? What would they do? How would you stop yourself from cumming then? How would you not beg for more? What would Minho do? Would he let them fuck you? Would Chan join them? Would the three of them use you?

    " A-Ahn " You try to buck your hips against the dildo, trying to get it back inside you, " Turn it off " You beg, despite your attempts, " Please, turn it off " You twitch at the perspective of Minho ignoring your pleas, thrusting the toy back into you, turning it up to the highest setting.

    " I thought you wanted the attention " He mentions casually; finger caressing your inner thighs with a feather-like pressure.

    " Minho " Your voice shakes, as a warning. Your eyebrows knit together in suffering pleasure, and your lips quiver as you try to hold your voice back, " Please " You beg, meeting his eyes through the mirror for just a second before yours roll back, responsive to the way your walls are being massaged relentlessly.

    " Of course, Doll " The sympathy in his tone is performative, and so is his offended look; hand brought to his chest, " Is that what you want? " Minho sets the vibrator to its highest setting but he doesn't push it back in. You dig your nails into your skin, tensing up your muscles as you wait for the inevitable, " Or do you want me to stop? " You don't. You do. You don't. You can't answer him, " I see... " The elevator rings in the hallway. He smiles, turning off the device before he slowly slides it in.

    Saved by the bell.

    You breathe heavily, your chest going up and down as you shove your face into the mattress. Your body twitches involuntarily now and then, reminding you of the pressure on your clit. You welcome and despise the feeling all at once; aware that it's satisfying but not enough to fulfill you, to placate your urge to be used and railed. You curse yourself for fighting back your pleasure, for missing what could have been the best orgasm of your life. Then, Chan swears on the other side, his voice so helpless that you know he is ready to give you what you want.

    " Chris, why aren't you here yet? " You deliberately turn your face to the camera, big doe eyes begging for him, " I want you inside me " Your voice is needy, and he can't help but answer you eagerly.

    " He didn't tell me- " Chan doesn't get to finish his sentence.

    " And what's the fun in that? " Minho asks in such a dominating tone, that your eyes shift to him, expectant, " The door is open, baby boy...  Figure it out " He scoffs, eyebrow arching in mockery. He pauses, studying you as if he is evaluating the situation, " But hurry... " Minho takes off his shirt and shoves it inside your mouth, turning the vibrator back on and smiling when you moan, startled, " She might not endure it much longer " With that said, the vibrations increase to the highest.

    And he's right.

    You don't endure it much longer.

    When your body convulses and a borderline scream leaves your lips, you're not in his bed anymore.

    " Not guilty " Minho growls as he throws you to Felix's feet, walking back to his desk. Chan licks his lips as he watches you trembling, sitting down and trying to subtly hump the Demon's shoe. Felix huffs, pushing you with his leg, ordering you to pay attention, " Not even close " Wrath spits, his face morphing into a grimace.

    " I'm sorry " You breathe out, throat so dry that you sound husky, " I swear I'll do better " The promise grants you a chuckle, and you try to identify where it comes from before one of the shadows shift.

    " No pride... " They sound marveled, intrigued, " I like that " You hear the approval in their tone, the interest, and you can almost feel it burning your skin, " I bet she won't satisfy me... They never do " Little by little, the shadows start to clog up, solidify, and you meet a pair of eyes that look too soft, too warm to say something like this.

    " Pride " You greet, staring as Seungmin smirks at you; a face that belongs to him but with a way too wicked expression to be Seungmin's.

    " Come here, Darling " He smiles, bracing himself on the desk. Other than that, he doesn't move a finger, waiting for you to walk his way, " That's right... Now suck on my fingers, will you? " Above you, his gesture is delicate and unhurried, his hand hovering over the edge.

    You scowl, upset by the request but not finding yourself in a position to object to it. Your fingers caress his, uncertainty painting your manners, but his amused eyes keep fixed on your as you try to reach for him. You tiptoe, struggling to close the gap between both of you, the height being too much of an obstacle. It doesn't help that he doesn't stretch his arm or arch over the desk. 

    " Use your tongue " He suggests calmly, tilting his head to admire your efforts, getting off on the way your shoes slip every time you try to climb the bench. You do as he says. His smile grows, morphing into a twisted grin, " She's just a whore! " He laughs, delighted, and retracts his hand to put an end to his teasing, " With no self-respect " Pride points out; glowing eyes trapping you inside them.

And then, your body falls like dead meat. 

[longeyelashedtragedy]

tag ppl you want to know better game - tagged by @heffer-wen many many days ago! (i had so much fun reading your answers!)

last song: "shrike" by hozier. i liked this song fine when the album first came out, but 5 years later all of a sudden it's everything my brain needs to hear. something about how his voice sounds when it gets Loud--it's just filling all the spaces that are empty and expanding my lungs and i can breathe. yknow?

currently watching: nothing, sincerely. i've got a pandemic era frank interview queued up, but that requires actually staring at a video and paying attention, and i'm not very good at that. i mean i guess i've poked around a couple old youtube videos that are too incriminating to discuss. but!

in seriousness...i'm trash at watching anything most of the time. tv/movies were on a near-total ban in my house as a kid and i think i'm a product of this parenting choice (recommend!)

three ships: frank x mason, big gabi x willo, XHAKARTETA. hard to pick a favorite frank ship though...that could go in a lot of directions.

favorite color: Heff did i see hot pink and black? YES! my favorite colors are pink and black. runners-up: red and purple, though some reds and purples are better than others.

first ship: gosh...honestly, i think it was McLennon, hahah. that was the first ship i realized was a ship, though, because my friend introduced me to ff.n via that ship the summer after 8th grade. before that, i was informally shipping katarina witt with a whole bunch of people myself included. but yes, John & Paul. i didn't really have headcanons or anything though, i just read some stuff. the first ship where i was like I SHIP IT and went to read fanfic on LJ for it was *sigh* bellatrix/narcissa from harry potter. say what we will about JKR now, and i'm sure we all have, but some of the fanfic on livejournal went HARD. as a mere teenager, i was in awe of the adults writing all this stuff, and felt so privileged to lurk amongst them and occasionally comment. Would that fandoms were still like this!!!

place of birth: new york, ny in a hospital that's about to close. i was six days late because i was destined to be a sag and not a scorpio. i knew even then!

current location: just across the river and a little bit southeast.

relationship status: hardcore in my aromantic era. i used to be obsessed with love and having a special person and all that, but i don't know...the idea of having to have someone up in my business, entitled to knowledge about me, sharing a space with me all the time...it all just feels like a big NO these days. it actively makes my skin feel crawly. of course, life is designed for you to have a partner which is pretty frustrating. sincerely i'd rather just have a bunch of loving and interesting friends who all live near me. now, am i down for a hookup? sure, but the only part of me worth seeing is my head, so we move!

last movie: "encounter in the air," it's a movie directed by this albanian director whose stuff i love. he doesn't use music in his films, and films on location in/near his hometown in northern albania, and the...soundscape? is so rich and bountiful and gorgeous. you don't realize how noisy movies are till you watch one of these. (this was one of the very rare times when i watch something)

currently working on: reading my way through my library book pile, decluttering my leggings shelf, thinking of how i want to structure a potential fic about a ~75 year-old man having a drunk fuck with his son's wife (with motivations currently unknown to me--and what tone it should have? not my usual pedestrian tone, but how to do it differently? i do have some interesting sentences written down in the draft. i like the sight and then the memory of wet footprints on the hallway floor & mud from the football pitch and carelessly worn boots tracked through the house). also how i'd write some frank/anthony gordon england NT callup dubcon phone sex. now that was a whole serving of word salad. shit, imagine if i was writing TAA/szoboszlai or pedri/gavi.

tagging: @thatbrightblueshine @kvaradonaa @protect-daniel-james @medicalwastebouquet @thundercrack (answer on whichever of your blogs hahaha) and i KNOW i'm leaving people out so...YOU. if you want!!!! no pressure at all.

[osp-originals]

Stunt Gone Wrong

TW: concussion, emeto

———

Vio was slightly worried by Ethan and Jessica’s poor stunt-tackling form, but the two didn’t seem to share Vio’s concern.

“We’ll be fine,” Ethan insisted.

“If you say so,” they finally gave up.

“Alright, ready for take two?” Tomas asked.

“I was born ready!” said Ethan enthusiastically.

“Yeah, me too!” Jessica giggled.

Ethan’s arm was already bruised from the last take, but he didn’t care.

This shot is going to be so good!

“Camera?” said Tomas.

“Speed,” said Raj, who was laying on the floor to get the perfect low angle for the shot.

“Sound?”

“Speed,” Min responded.

“Slate,” Tomas said, holding out the slate in front of the camera. “Scene two, shot one, take two, marker.”

Snap!

“And, action,” he directed.

Jessica started running at Ethan and Ethan started running away from her, toward the camera. She jumped on him as if tacking him without actually pushing him. He fell down in what was supposed to be a controlled manner. He wasn’t expecting the camera to be right where his head was supposed to land.

Smack!

“Ow!” Ethan yelped.

He held the side of his head that hit the camera and his face contorted with pain.

“Oh my- I’m so sorry!” Jessica apologized as she climbed off of him. “Are you okay?”

Raj stayed frozen in wide-eyes shock. Vio immediately came running over.

“Babe, are you okay?” asked Vio.

“Oww,” he groaned and rolled over onto his front.

“Let me see it,” Vio ordered.

They pulled his hand away from his head and pushed his hair aside to look for where he hit his head.

“Well, it’s not bleeding,” they said, “as far as I can tell with all this hair.”

“Oh,” Raj sighed.

“What?” asked Vio.

“I thought I heard his head crack, but it was the camera lens,” he explained.

“Oh no, the lens is broken?” Ethan asked, finally opening his eyes to look at it.

“Okay, he’s fine,” Tomas said with a laugh.

“I don’t know about that,” Vio hesitated.

“No, I’m fine,” Ethan assured them. “Just a bit… I don’t know.”

“You don’t know?” they questioned. “That sounds concerning.”

“No, it’s nothing,” he insisted.

It was not nothing. The room seemed to be spinning, but he couldn’t think of the word to describe that feeling, so he just gave up.

“Alright, fine. You should at least take a break, though,” they advised him.

“Yeah, definitely,” he agreed.

“We can just film the scene four while we’re waiting,” Tomas suggested.

Ethan walked himself to the lounge room. He felt like he was on a tiny boat at sea, but no one said anything about him stumbling or walking weirdly, even Vio.

I must be imagining it.

He was glad the lights were already dim. The bright lights down the hall were starting to hurt to look at. He plunked himself down on the couch.

This is a nice couch.

He had never been in the engineering lounge before. In fact, he had only been in the engineering building once before this shoot.

His thoughts about the engineering building were soon derailed by him noticing an uncomfortable feeling in his stomach. He knew the feeling well; it was a sort of latent queasiness. He also knew that if it progressed to full-on nausea, he would probably lose his lunch.

I don’t know where the bathrooms are around here. I guess I can use that trash can in the hall if I have to. I was careful about what I ate today. I wonder why my stomach is upset?

He decided not to think about it too much. Thinking about it always made it worse. Over the course of a couple of minutes, the headache that he didn’t realize he had got worse and he grew tired. He lied down on the couch.

I wonder if I can sleep this off.

His stomach seemed to object to that idea. After a few more minutes, the trademark feeling of nausea developed.

He listened to the others filming and considered his options. They were around the corner in the hallway, basically on the other side of the wall that the couch was up against.

If I use that trash can, they’ll probably see me. Hmm… I don’t really have another choice though, do I?

He didn’t have much time to think about it either. Saliva started to pool in his mouth, and he knew that meant he had about ten seconds. He sat up on the couch. Right away, he noticed that his balance was even worse than it was before.

Oh, this is going to be… difficult.

He wobbled the moment he stood up. His eyes locked onto the bin.

Come on, it’s not that far.

He staggered forward, using various things for support when he could. He made it to the trash can and grabbed both sides of it.

Yes, alright, now just brace yourself…

“Ethan?”

“HuUEk—” he gagged dryly before he had time to process who said his name. Drool dripped from his lips.

“Oh my goodness, babe, are you okay?” Vio asked.

His body’s answer to that was apparently to send up a mouthful of vomit. His stomach started to hurt and he instinctively put his arm around it.

“Oh, babe…” Vio said.

Their voice had such a sympathetic tone to it. They placed their hand on his back and gently rubbed it. It was embarrassing for them to do this in front of other people, but still almost as comforting as it usually was.

His stomach cramped again and he hurled up a spoonful of thick sick.

Why do the tiny amounts always have to hurt the most?

He spat out the excessive saliva and caught his breath.

“Do you think it’s something you ate?” Vio asked quietly so the others wouldn’t hear.

Ethan shook his head. “Not that I can think of.”

“Hold on,” Vio said, seemingly realizing something. “Does your head still hurt?”

He nodded.

“You might have a concussion.”

The fact he had hit his head had somehow slipped his mind.

“That would make sense,” he agreed.

“Can I see your eyes?”

He looked up at them, squinting at the bright lights.

“Open them a little more,” they requested.

He did as they asked. The light made his headache grow exponentially. After less than a second, he retched up a puny dribble into the trash can again.

“Aw, babe, I’m sorry,” they apologized. “Your pupils are huge, though. We should definitely go to the health center.”

“Okay,” he mumbled.

[thatfreshi]

Breakfast in Bed (markiplier x reader)

A short lil fluff :)

It’s been three weeks since Mark went away for filming. While it gave you some much needed time alone for the first couple days, by the end of week one you were missing him dearly. You spent way too long lounging around in clothes that still smelled like him, until Chica eventually got too much dog smell on them for it to matter anymore.

Sure, he called when he could, the occasional facetime, but it was hard. Luckily, he was coming back tomorrow morning, so you only had a couple more hours to slouch around and maybe get some more work done before you fell asleep. Just as you were about to take out your laptop and throw on whatever trash TV you could listen to in the background, your phone started ringing. You scrambled to pick it up. His voice was just the comfort you needed as soon as you answered.

“Hey, I just wrapped up for today. How are you my love?”

“I am… about as good as expected? And very bored without you here, so it’s a damn good thing you’re getting back tomorrow.”

For a moment all you hear is the A/C in the background and the dogs panting.

“Well, um, about that. It’s, not going to be tomorrow.”

You excitement immediately falls to the wayside.

“What? But, you said it was only gonna be three weeks, and I, I… I really wanted to see you. How much longer?”

“I know darling, but it’s just going to be a couple more days okay? And then I’ll be home and I’ll have a couple days off just for you. I’m really sorry y/n.”

You take a couple deep breaths so you don’t start crying on the phone.

“Yeah, okay, I get it. Just a couple more days?”

“Mhm, I’ll be home before you know it.”

You talk about filming that day for a while, Technically he isn’t supposed to tell anyone outside of the project about how filming goes, but he always breaks that rule for you. Your theory is that he’s literally too excited to keep it to himself, but you like to pretend it’s because he knows how much you love listening to him talk. Eventually the call ends, and you drift off into loneliness again. You check the clock, and it’s been almost two hours since you started talking. 

You decide to go ahead and bail on the whole writing and TV plan and just go to bed. It may sound embarrassing, but sometimes when you’re really missing Mark, you’ll watch something of his to fall asleep. Sometimes, you don’t even watch, you just put on a playlist and listen until you drift off to sleep, and that’s exactly what you do.

The next morning however, it seems as though your playlist was still going. The videos you picked are perfectly curated to be calming and you’ve basically memorized everything in them by now, but this sounded different.

“Good morning y/n.”

You shoot up in bed, and there he is, sitting at the end of the bed.

“Mark? You’re back?!”

You crawl over and pull him into the sheets with you, smiling like a maniac, littering kisses all over his face.

“Yes, yes, I’m back, and I felt so bad about lying to you but I wanted to surprise you, so, here I am.”

You end your barrage of kisses and just stare at him for a little, and then, you smell bacon.

“Did you… did you make me breakfast?”

“Well, I figured if I did have to lie to you to surprise you about getting home this early, I might as well make it a good morning.”

After sitting in the aura of each other for a while, you get up to go enjoy whatever breakfast he made, but he pulls you back down to bed.

“Holdddd up, it’s not just breakfast, it’s breakfast in bed, and for that to work you kinda have to be… in bed.”

“Wow, you’re gettin real fancy. Are we too regal to have normal breakfast now?”

“Well I already ate. This is just for you my love, and it will be here in a few moments!”

He jumps out of bed, and you snuggle up, missing him for the short time he’s gone. But soon enough he’s back with a full tray of all the things you could ever want to eat in the morning. You both sit in bed while you eat, talking about his trip and about dumb things Chica and Henry did while he was gone. It was nice to finally have him back, even if you were just talking about the mundane. Although, his filming trips are never mundane considering he’s always so passionate about them.

“So, I do have a couple more surprises for today.”

Your heart sinks for a second.

“Oh god. Did I forget something?! Is today like an anniversary or a holiday or-”

“No no no, not at all, I just wanted to make today special, that’s all. Am I not allowed to pamper you every now and then?”

You sigh in relief.

“Okay good, because if you put all this effort into today and it was supposed to be something important I would’ve looked like a real jerk.”

The both of you laugh and he folds up your breakfast tray now that you’re done eating.

“Anyways, I have dinner reservations for later. It’s a new spot and I think you’re gonna love it. Until then, we can do whatever you want all day my love.”

You move the breakfast tray to the floor and pull Mark in close to you.

“Well, what I wanna do is snuggle for a while and hold you so tight you can’t leave me again.”

“Well then, your wish is my command.”

You get cozy. Maybe a little too cozy, because you both end up falling asleep for a couple of hours.

[piglet26]

Star Wars: The Last Jedi Rewatch Part 4

Rey "If you see Finn before I do, tell him..."

Chewie Gurgles

Rey "Yeah, perfect. Tell him that."

To anyone who thinks this is a one-sided friendship.

It was honestly very brave of Rey to go alone to the First Order. She had a lot of faith in Ben/Kylo Ren cause she really didn't have a plan except to plead with him I guess.

We might have gotten a hint of their sexual tension before but it's full pride and prejudice here. The novel goes a little bit more in depth and it's canon from Rian/Adam that Ren wanted to kiss her her.

General Holdo is a great leader but is there a reason she couldn't just communicate her plan to get Poe off her back, it seems like it could've saved some trouble. 3PO running off to not be party to a munity hahahahaha

Leia coming back in time to dip out and knock out Poe. It's a great scene between Holdo and Leia about strength and leadership.

The throne room scene is brilliant just all around. The acting, the direction, the production, the look of it all. Snoke didn't bridge their minds though not sure where that came from, writing wise. Rey be patient with our boy, Ren, you didn't have a plan and he's having to come up with one on the spot. Adam driver played Ren's neutrality perfectly.

Rey in plucky but she Lord she did not think this through. Ren, not one for patience or controlling his temper, actually locked it up this scene to save them both. I didn't see this in theaters so I'm curious what the reaction to him killing Snoke was. Bet it was wild. Then the moment when they lock eyes like "you with me?" and here is this iconic moment. Power lightsaber couple.

I keep forgetting that Finn used to be in The First Order. General Hux, Phasma and company have known him for a long time. Hence the bitch slap Hux gives Finn haha.

I'm so annoyed that once explained to Poe, he agrees it's a good plan and stops trying to interfere.

We also see Ren at his full fighting level. Novice Rey wouldn't have beaten him. He's beating several trained individuals at once. He's finally freed in a way he's longed to be by choosing Rey.

The cinematography during this film doesn't get enough credit. Like at all. You can see that this film is a labor of love.

That moment when Rey thinks he's Ben only for Kylo Ren to be like hey girl, still here. It's a great scene, can't say that enough. It does go to further illustrate that there isn't any place these two can hide from one another. It's what makes them seen though and fully connected in a way they've never been to another person. Yeah, they ain't letting this go.

The fighting over the lightsaber. Beautiful visual.

General Holdo after watching some boat blow up, moves to action and goes out like a G. Seriously she needed to do something or she was the only about to survive. The sound production, once again, is just amazing.

Finn and Phasma fight is nice and it's wonderful watching him more and more confront his problems instead of running away from them. Rose and Finn could've at least had soot covered clothing. I mean something. They look pristine here. Overlay aside this is a beautiful shot of Leia.

I just love the shot with the planes. The trail of red like blood over the white salt. In the resistance typical shitty ass equipment. At least it makes sense here why they have poor equipment.

I do love that Kylo makes a competent leader if not an emotional one. I wonder if he had a moment to enjoy finally becoming boss. It's what even his grandfather never managed to do. It's obvious that he takes no pleasure in it. He wanted Rey there with him.

hahah General Hux and Ren are just chef's kiss.

Rose crashing into Finn was stupid. Finn dying a heroic death would've been better or at least no pointless. The kiss was undeserved. Finn looked grossed out and confused. Or Rose could've died the heroic death, I don't know, but this is trash. However, people need help if they personally attack actors cause they don't like their characters.

Luke Skywalker finally shows up. I will say this moment of finally stepping up feels so deserved cause we watched him bullshit for the entire movie. It also brings it around that ultimately Luke is a symbol at this point. His job wasn't about beating the First Order or even Kylo Ren, it was about having something (someone) to believe in. Leia and Luke had such a touching scene where you can see the love between them as characters and actors.

Kylo Ren testosterone kicks in and he's gotta fight Kylo Ren Mano e Mano. It's a great character beat. Luke wouldn't, nor could he, kill his nephew no more than he could kill his father. He did a very unorthodox heroic thing very in league with his legacy, he bought them time to escape without being violent towards his kin. The moment Kylo Ren realized he's fake though ha! what a moment.

Finally Rey and Finn reunite. There's more chemistry, relief and connection in this wordless hug than in every single one of FinnRose's scenes.

Finally, the death of Luke Skywalker. It's peaceful, purposeful, heroic and full circle which is more than Han got. Staring at those two suns we're called back to his days on tattooine.

The last forcetime between is filled with so much emotion, again without a word spoken. Allowing actors to emote and not always just speak is the sign of a great writer and director. Ren looks at Rey with such confusion and longing. Rey looks at Ren with such disappointment and tough love. Also, I didn't realize Poe and Rey hadn't met yet. It's like automatic frenemies.

On the other side of the galaxy children share the story of Luke Skywalker standing up to oppression, violence and so forth.... and we conclude.

Overall, I LOVE THIS FILM. I don't give a damn about the hate I receive for loving Reylo. It's a beautiful, well written film with great character development. Do I like the handling of Luke Skywalker? No. The titty milk scene was gross and demeaning. Everything else I enjoy whole heartedly.

Now onto Rise of Skywalker? God give me strength. I remember it was a mixed bag, mostly confusing hot mess with a terrible ending.

[laughingmagi]

🔥 on fc

Send me a “ 🔥 “ for an unpopular opinion.

I know you said you meant dc, and auto correct is mean, but I have opinions on fcs, too lmao.

On FCs

I know it's going to sound petty af, but I really hate when people choose a FC that has a very famous role and they insist on using that famous role in their caps. It's like. Okay, Chris Evans as an easy example. He's been in like 30-odd movies aside from the Marvel films. There's no reason to use Captain America, y'know? I mean, I have a fc with a well known role (even though like Ewan had been working since long before Star Wars and Obi-Wan was far from his break out role), but you don't see me using caps from SW. Mind you, I'm talking about the big roles, the iconic ones, right?

On DC

I don't know. Regarding the films, it's a fucking trash fire. It's a goddamned mess. As far as I'm concerned, they should just embrace the chaos instead of trying to get it under control. They should have fired Ezra, I'm sorry. Bar fights are one thing, but the culty shit? Messing about with teenagers? Idek, if they're not going to face any kind of legal consequences, they should at least be given time to sort their head out before throwing them right back into what probably unhinged them in the first fucking place.

I really don't pay attention to a lot of comics. Still extremely bitter that they didn't hang onto Stejepan Sejic with both hands, give him all the money, all the freedom to do whatever the fuck he wanted with Harley, Poison Ivy, Gotham City Sirens, and anything else. I know he's said that there is no bad blood between him and DC, he just decided he was more artistically fulfilled working on his original comics. And that's fine, that's valid, but I don't believe that DC didn't burn him somehow. Idek if that's an unpop opinion lmao, tho. I think anyone who knows him and has seen his work for DC feels the loss keenly.

Do we need a Joker sequel? The Gaga stills in her snoozefest Harley costume that just bubbled up are giving me nothing. I'm not enthused.

A quick encore of my classic Hellblazer/John Constantine unpopular opinions:

The TV show was trash. Yes, I've watched it and every minute was sheer torture aside from when Papa Midnite showed up. He was great.

Both versions of Justice League Dark are bad, though the New 52 series was far worse than the reboot.

There hasn't been a legit good Hellblazer comic since the end of the Vertigo imprint. Merely passable.

The movie is good actually.

Most of DCs attempts to represent John's bisexuality have been either cowardly or shitty jokes (like I'm sorry, no one can convince me that the concept of John dating King Shark was anything but a cheap punchline. Because Harley was right there too and hahaha, wouldn't it be funny if it was assumed that he'd dated Harley but it was actually King Shark??????? Hahahahahahaahooooohaaa SO FUNNY YOU GUYS).

[eli-the-sim]

Naota King

(There's not too much to Naota's story but he's one of my favorite sims!)

Naota's story is unfortunately one that too many LGBT youth can relate to. When he was a teenager, Naota's parents had grown suspicious of him. They didn't like that he preferred clothes from the men's section instead of the women's. They didn't like how he would try to lower the pitch of his voice when he spoke. And they absolutely lost their shit when he cut his hair short. Naota lied and said there was nothing deeper going on, but his parents didn't buy it. One day when Naota was 14, his parents raided his room while he was hanging at the mall with some friends. They found his chest binder, his packy, and books about gender dysphoria. When Naota came back home that night all of his stuff was sitting in trash bags by the door. His siblings did their best not to make eye contact with him as he dragged the bags out the door. His older brother sent him a text about an hour later. "See if you can find Ayumi. She's our sister. I think she's in Willow Creek. Mom and Dad kicked her out a long time ago when they found out she likes girls. Sorry we couldnt help you, you know how mom and dad are. Take care of yourself. I hope Ayumi has a place you can crash at."

That was the last time Naota ever heard from that side of the family.

He sold a lot of the stuff he had in order to make his way to Willow Creek. It was weighing him down anyway. In his effort to find this long lost sister of his, Naota stumbled across a weird tree. He sat under it just to rest for a bit, and woke up in a strange clearing in some woods. There were fairys everywhere. They seemed to be expecting him.

The fairys were good to Naota. He didn't even have to tell them that he was struggling with his gender identity. They seemed to pick up on everything without being told, and they always addressed him as a male even when he very much looked and sounded like a girl. He'd never felt so seen in his life. He soon learned that this place was called the Sylvian Glade, and this was the home to the fae folk. They taught him everything there was to know about becoming a fairy, and how to utilize nature's magic to help him in this life. He soon was honored with the opportunity to meet with the sprites of the Sylvian Glade. Impressed by him, they granted his wish of becoming a full fledged fairy. They said his sister had done the same when she was his age.

One day when Naota was 15 he ran into Isaiah and Josiah King at the park by the same tree he now knew as the portal to his home. The boys were identical twins, so that drew his attention immediately. Plus they were both gorgeous with shoulder length hair and both dressed like eccentrics. They both held cameras too, they seemed to be shooting some sort of DIY movie. He sat and watched them for a bit until they seemed to notice him staring. He was embarrassed but he couldn't help himself. Even though they were identical, Naota could tell them apart very quickly. Josiah was the one who sent chills down his spine when they made eye contact.

The three of them really hit it off. Naota loved being in the twin's films. He just couldn't get enough of Josiah. In just a few months, he was absolutely in love. He knew that the twins were gay, but he thought maybe Josiah saw him as a real man and wouldn't turn him down if he asked him on a date. Fortunately for him, Josiah never saw him as anything but male. They agreed to date, and Josiah figured it was a good time to introduce Naota to his parents, the King and Queen.

Elijah and Candy absolutely adored Naota the second they met him. He couldn't believe that he was sitting in this giant house meeting literal royalty. This boy that he's in love with is a fucking Prince? And not only that, but when they found out he was staying in the Sylvian Glade because his parents kicked him out, they insisted that he move into their home. They were outraged by what his parents had done. They showed him a sort of compassion that he desperately wanted from his own family. In that moment, for the first time in 2 years of being homeless, he felt safe. Josiah's older brothers Nazir and Amari had already moved out so Elijah said he could have 1 of their rooms. Nazir's was dark and creepy but Amari's was cool and littered with science stuff, so Naota chose that one. The first night he spent in that giant bed alone was surreal. Just the day before he was sleeping in a tree, and now he's sleeps in a big ass room in a royal palace. And Josiah's little sister Tziporah had been so sweet to him. She was still little, but she told him she's got his back if he ever needs anything. Naota was blown away by how welcoming the King family was to him.

And in time, Elijah and Candy helped him to find a therapist and get on HRT. They supported him every step of the way, and were there for him when he got top surgery at 17. They even paid for everything.

Nazir came home one day to visit his parents, and with him he had his son Elias, baby mama Raya, and another girl that looked an awful lot like Naota's mother. She kept stating at him whoever they passed each other. Later that evening she cornered him in the living room when nobody else was around. She asked him what his last name is. He told her Wada. She cocked her head to the side and asked if he had ever gone by a different name. He was unsure what to say. She asked him if his parents were () and () and if he was from Japan. He hesitantly nodded his head. "I'm your sister" she finally said. "Did they kick you out too?"

Years later, the twins were really committed to becoming actors. By this point they had built up a huge following online due to their films and videos. They were proper e-celebrities. One day they met a man named Zackery at some Hollywood party, and Zackery convinced the twins to come move into their mansion so they could have access to better opportunities. They had connects in high places and promised them the world on a silver platter. The twins agreed, but only if they could bring Naota and Isaiah's fiancee Waylon along with them. And Waylon's twin sister Chana too. Zackery had no problem with this and helped everyone move in later that week. They said all the twins have to do is keep making their videos.

Like was beautiful for Naota for a long long time after moving to Del Sol Valley. He and Josiah got married and had an amazing wedding before going on to welcome 3 kids into their lives: Tristan, Kiaan, and Emmitt. Isaiah and Waylon had twins of their own, Illya and Ezio, and Chana had "adopted" a boy named Stephen. Zackery was abducted and brought home a baby boy, Raheem, that he had 0 interest in raising so his sister Nyla decided to adopt him. It was nice having a home full of kids that got to grow up together as one giant family. But then they found out the truth about the mansion.

Zackery and Nyla were aliens. They were frauds. They did not own the mansion they were living in, and the only reason they wanted the twins in their home was to record them unknowingly. The found out that the aliens basically brought them here to be some sort of sick Big Brother tv show for the aliens on their home planet. The city was threatening to take their mansion. There was a lot of fighting in the home. By now, Isaiah and Josiah were pretty big movie stars and all of this chaos was horrible PR for them. People no longer trusted them and thought having them on their sets was too risky, and that the aliens were still tracking them somehow. The twins were at each other's throats. Waylon and Isaiah had their first physical fight. Things were a mess.

With help from Elijah and Candy, the twins were able to keep the mansion. The aliens were kicked out and a professional team was hired to ensure there were no more secret devices hanging around. The show was officially cancelled. And since they never owned any rights to the mansion, the aliens were kicked out. Naota still regrets having to see Raheem leave. He felt like he was doing what his parents did to him, but ultimately it wasn't his call. He mostly felt bad that his kids would no longer get to see someone who was like a brother to them. They havnt seen Raheem since that day. The King and Queen gave a speech on behalf of their sons, urging people to understand that they were victims in the situation and pleased for Hollywood to reconsider how they were treating them. It seemed to work, and soon the twin's careers were back on track.

After all that happened, and after the kids got older and moved to the mansion next door, Naota finds himself a little lost in life. He wonders what his next step will be. He wants to do something that actually matters. But what can he do? And now he's pregnant. GREAT 😭

Naota actually ended up suffering a miscarriage. It would have been a little girl named Vivian. The family is mourning the loss, but ultimately, Naota knows that it was not a good time in his life for another baby. He's already raised his kids.

[bi-naesala]

Pushed to the limits

(Kinktober day 30: Free Use | Overstimulation | Sounding)

Sounding, Handjobs

Shinjiro is pushed beyond his limits.

(AO3 link)

(Fic under the cut)

Akihiko knows that Shinjiro’s the kind of guy who’d try anything at once, but still, to agree to this…

Personally, he would’ve never said yes, but that doesn’t mean that he isn’t going to watch; he might not be curious about how it feels when it's done to him, but he’s curious to see how Shinji reacts to it.

So far, it’s certainly… something. Shinjiro heaves and grits his teeth, brow furrowed in concentration, as Mitsuru slowly, veeeeeery slowly, inserts a small metal rod inside his urethra.

From the looks of it, it must hurt, but he still hasn't stopped her, probably too stubborn to put an end to it unless it truly becomes too much.

It’s in a tender way that he reaches out to hold his hand, figuring that it might bring him some sort of comfort, but Shinjiro grabs it with a vice grip that, frankly, hurts, but Akihiko holds on, letting him have it.

“Fuck…”

It doesn’t even sound like Shinji’s voice. It’s like the sound has been punched out of him.

Mitsuru stills, studying Shinjiro’s expression.

“Should I stop?” she asks, ready to call this entire thing off if needed. Shinjiro doesn’t say anything, but he shakes his head. It seems that he doesn’t want this to end just yet.

“Very well,” is all Mitsuru says, before turning to Akihiko. “Maybe you could distract him?”

“O-Oh yeah, sure,” he mutters, taken off guard.

He had gotten so comfortable just spectating that he had forgotten that he can – and should – participate.

“I can do that.”

He begins with short, sweet kisses, exchanged while Mitsuru resumes her task.

Shinji tenses immediately when she restarts, but he still kisses back, though he doesn’t have the capacity to do more than follow Akihiko’s lead.

It’s unusual seeing him like this – usually, he’s the one who reduces them to this state – but Akihiko would lie if he said that he’s not enjoying this.

He starts exploring the expanse of his chest, brushing his fingers against his nipple, making him shiver. Yeah, he's enjoying it quite a lot.

“How does it feel?” he can’t help but to ask.

“Weird… gh…” is all Shinjiro can say. Still, his cock is erect, so he mustn’t mind it too much.

Akihiko lowers his hand to his balls, playing with them and enjoying the way he tries not to get overwhelmed by all these attentions, but in vain.

Only a small part of the rod still hasn't been pushed inside, but it’s enough for Mitsuru – she needs something to hold onto to pull it out – so she starts to slowly push it in and out Shinji’s urethra, causing him to shout. He’s being so loud…

Akihiko dries a few tears that have escaped from his eyes with soft kisses, pressing his lips against his cheek.

Shinjiro shivers at the touch, but doesn’t pull away.

“God, you’re beautiful,” he can’t help but to mutter, in awe of the fact that any of this is happening in the first place.

He didn’t expect anyone to pick up on it, but Mitsuru chimes in as well, after having leaned in to kiss a trail from Shinjiro’s shoulder to his neck.

“Indeed,” she says, pressing her lips to the side of his mouth. “Very, very beautiful.”

She turns towards Akihiko, still moving the small rod.

“He’s being very good, isn’t he?” she asks.

Akihiko smirks. “Oh, yeah, absolutely. So good…”

It’s amusing, how the praises get to Shinji more than what they’re actually doing to him, as he trashes around a bit, as if that could possibly force them to keep quiet.

“S-Shut… O-Oh! Ah…”

He can’t even finish his sentence, the poor thing. He’s certainly less intimidating in this state than he usually is, not that Akihiko or Mitsuru have ever been much intimidated by him in the first place.

Akihiko should film this, preserve it for posterity, but the view in front of his eyes is so ingrained inside his brain that he doubts he’ll forget it any time soon.

“Ah… Ah…”

Shinjiro’s getting louder with each moan. It’s incredible.

Then, his eyes widen, and he goes entirely rigid.

“Oh fuck… I-I’m…”

He’s close, they both can tell. Mitsuru turns to Akihiko; she doesn’t say anything, but she doesn’t need to: Akihiko already knows what she wants to do.

He drops to his knees, right in front of Shinjiro, observing, rapt, the way Mitsuru removes the metal rod out of him, before grabbing him at the base of his cock, making him whine.

“Shinjiro,” she says. “Shinjiro, look at me.”

Shinji, who had closed his eyes in the meantime, opens them again, looking at Mitsuru just like she asked him to do.

“Good,” she coos. “You want to come, don’t you?”

He nods, desperation evident on his face; if he could speak, he’d surely be begging for it.

Mitsuru doesn’t say anything, but she starts to jerk him off with quick movements of her hand. Shinjiro’s entire body shakes and, with nobody stopping him, he starts to thrust his hips up, meeting Mitsuru halfway. He’s really desperate, wow.

He looks down, gaze meeting Akihiko's, who sends a small smile his way, before parting his lips, sticking his tongue out in a way that he hopes is inviting.

It must be, because Shinji comes immediately, letting out a last chocked moan before releasing.

As planned, it all lands on Akihiko’s face, and boy, it’s a lot. He must’ve gotten some on his hair too, but frankly who cares – he can wash it later.

Once Shinjiro gets down from the high, his body goes limp, completely devoid of energy.

“Shinji, you okay?” Akihiko asks, caressing his thighs.

“Mgh…” is the only response the other’s able to provide. They’ve done a number on him.

Mitsuru chuckles, before leaning down to press a kiss on the top of his head. “It’s alright, leave the cleaning up to us, okay?”

At first, it seems that Shinjiro hasn’t heard her, but eventually, he nods. Akihiko and Mitsuru exchange a glance, then they lean forward for a kiss, with Mitsuru licking away a bit of Shinjiro’s cum from the corner of his mouth.

Oh, they’ll definitely pick up after this later, but now, they have to take care of Shinji, and that’s exactly what they intend to do.