#might as well chuck me in a freezer

[disasterbiwriter]

You may have seen me obsess over this before, but... Luke tries to teach Jess how to play baseball, because "every boy likes baseball, right?" And it doesn't go very well. 😆

The Diner Dudes and the Bad Hop

Part I

Lorelai is bussing a table when Luke clatters down into the diner, and as she looks up and takes him in, it's clear she's trying not to laugh.

"What?" Luke demands. "What?!"

"Nothing, I just didn't know you realized you could wear those things with the brim to the front." She reaches up and gently flicks the brim of his ancient Mets cap.

"Knock it off." What does it say about him that even that miniscule degree of contact with her sends his stomach into somersaults?

"Sorry, sorry." She looks him over once more, from the hat down to the scuffed up Slugger hanging at his side. "So, you're really going to go through with it?"

"'Course," he says. "He's excited."

Her face is soft. "Of course he is. He loves to take the trash out if it means you're with him."

"It's going to be fun," Luke insists. "All boys love baseball."

"Right right." She snaps and points at him, cheeky. "Hey, do you think he'll put whatever he's reading down long enough to hit the ball, or are you thinking the reading material will be thick enough to be a stand-in for the bat?"

Luke rolls his eyes. "Are you in overtime yet?"

"Maybe."

"Go home."

Part II

"All right, bud, remember what I told you?"

Six-year-old Jess is vibrating with excitement. "Yep!" He ticks the items off on his grubby fingers. "Keep my eye on the ball. Don’t swing at anything below your shoulders or anything higher than your knees."

"Er, close. It's actually - "

"And quit when it starts to feel like all the baselines are running uphill."

Luke scratches his head. "Did... I don't remember telling you that last one."

Jess scrambles for the backpack he slung off along the first baseline and pulls out a pristine library book. "Babe Ruth’s Baseball Advice," he announces proudly. "Mrs. Gilley ordered a copy of it for the library when I told her you were gonna teach me baseball."

Mentally Luke runs through a catalogue of sayings attributed to the Big Bam and makes a mental note to remind Mrs. Gilley that Jess is still in elementary school. "All right, put the book down, let's get to it, kid!"

"I'm ready, Uncle Luke!" With comedic effort he hefts the bat over one shoulder and readies himself behind the plate.

"Uh, honey? Try taking the mitt off when you bat."

"You got it, Uncle Luke!"

Part III

"Jess, I think you'll probably have more luck if you open your eyes when you swing."

"Good idea, Uncle Luke!"

"Jess, honey, that's third base, not first."

"But we read left to right! Why do we run right to left?!"

"I, uh... I don't actually know the answer to that."

"That was better! Try running towards the ball instead of away from it next time!"

"What if it lands on my head and cracks it open like an egg?!"

"No, I'm definitely sure there are only three bases, kiddo."

"Chuck Presby says there are twelve, and if you miss any of them they make the umpire put you in JAIL!"

"But are you sure?"

"Look, sweetheart, I know I told you I don't actually know everything about baseball, so I guess it's possible... But I'm telling you, I don't think there has ever been a baseball player who was also a bank robber. And you've gotta stop listening to anything that Presby kid tells you, he's an id - he's just teasing you."

"Uncle Luke! We forgot the wickets!"

"No, Jess, there are no wickets in baseball, that's cricket."

"Uncle Luke! Uncle Luke! I hit it! I - oh no! Uncle Luke! Are you okay?!"

Part IV

Lorelai unearths a bag of peas from the diner's freezer and gently settles it against Luke's cheekbone. "Well, at least he hit it."

Luke glances over at the counter where Jess is wearing more ice cream than is getting into his mouth. He loves that little gremlin so much he might actually cry - or would, if any tears could escape his rapidly-swelling eye. "He certainly did. Baby's first bad hop."

"What on earth is a bad hop?"

"You know," Luke sighs, "ask me some other time. I think I'm done talking about baseball for the day."

"You got it. Need a beer, boss?"

"Make it two. Hey, didn't I tell you to go home?

"You want me to get you a beer or not?"

"Right, shutting up now."

Part V - Two Weeks Later

"And then," Jess says proudly, tapping the little square with his finger, "the guy hit a fly and got out at center field - so I put the 8 in his box Eight stands for center field, remember?"

Lorelai whistles over the scorebook, impressed. "That's so cool, kid. And you learned how to do all that today?"

"Yep." He spins a little on his stool, clutching the precious document carefully in both hands. "Uncle Luke says I picked it up faster than anyone he's ever seen."

"Well, that doesn't surprise me even a little bit."

"I think watching baseball is more fun than playing baseball." Jess beams at Luke as he comes out from the kitchen, Jess's dinner in hand. "Don't you think so, Uncle Luke?"

Luke sets Jess's plate in front of him and strokes his nephew's hair. "You know what? These days I think you're right."

[elizabethplaid]

I'm camping in my room today, listening to music on my laptop and typing this post on my phone. I'll save the details of sensory woes for below the cut, as it's more for my reference.

Since waking in the late morning, I've mostly lost my appetite. (Ate breakfast and meds fine around 5am, then slept again after 6:30.) I pushed myself to eat a jello fruit cup, then had another little snack. I should have an early dinner to make up for the lack of lunch. I'm not avoiding food, but I lack interest. Dad says he's not too worried as long as I keep eating.

Watching more Dimension 20 Fantasy Highschool. I've pushed myself to read webcomics, too.

My heart feels a little fatigued today, in an emotional sense. Just an inkling of discouragement. I'm guessing that's the feeling beneath the surface, but I haven't looked closely.

To discuss today's sensory stuff: I can hold the phone and stylus with the sides of my fingers, sparing my tender fingertips. Fabric is sometimes annoying, sometimes a comfort, depending on the article. (Pajamas and blankets are too much for my legs, but baby blankets are nice on my hands.)

Again, disinterested in food but not avoiding yet. Craving starches and sweets, though I'm trying to remember the different food groups.

Pop tarts, crackers, cookies, trail mix (nuts and dried fruit), jello fruit cups. With the fridge situation, I can't have my usual cereal and milk. I've avoided the bananas ever since that last one had a weird licorice aftertaste. The next bunch we bought has turned bad and been chucked.

That's reminds me of the bright side of fridge woes: cleaning out forgotten items. Two cartons of eggs, cream cheese, old jars of pickles and cherries, etc.

I talked dad out of getting the "french door" style of fridge and asked for another side-by-side. Difference is that the former has a freezer drawer at the bottom and the fridge is 2 doors that open into a single space. The latter is top-to-bottom doors, with one side opening to a freezer and the other to the fridge.

I forget about food if it's not in my sight line. I also don't like bending over a lot, especially if I'm just browsing the freezer. Our current style works fine. If we weren't buying it brand new, like if someone gave us their old one, I would put up with a different style. But brand new? Might as well get what we like.

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I'll continue to do daily updates, as best I can. It's wearing on me, but I still have a positive outlook. And life is good to me, that I can take the time and space to care for myself.

[fuckkbrunch]

Okay I've been putting off writing this post for a week. I totally wasted spent my whole last weekend doing this fucking thanksgiving dinner. I literally didn't sit down for 9 hours on the turkey roasting day. Get ready for a long one...

I thought this would be good to bang out a few recipes in one weekend. My job gives out free turkeys to employees every Christmas, and this year we got two since my partner works with me now. We have a very small deep freeze, so I thought this would also help make some space since we didn't cook either of our turkeys during the actual holidays.

The cookbook has a pretty detailed thanksgiving section, where Tony explains how to set up a thanksgiving dinner over 4 days. First step, make a stock. This took me 8 hours.

Luckily I didn't need to buy any bones. I've had these necks and wings and bits hanging out in my freezer for a while. Scraps from past turkeys, roasted and raw ducks, and maybe a chicken. I added in the neck and wing tips from the new turkey as well.

Roasted those off for about 45 minutes, moving them around as needed. Prepped some mirepoix while that cooked, added it to my brand-spanking new cheapo stock pot, chucked in some thyme, and we're off to the races.

I underestimated how long this sucker would take to bring to a "high simmer". Took about an hour to get there, then had to stay at a medium simmer for 5 hours. At some point I realized it wasn't evaporating fast enough and cranked it for the final two hours.

My resulting stock. A little more than I needed, which turned out perfect. Rapid cooled it in the sink and finished this around 10:30pm. He says that if you've done it right, it should be a deep golden brown, and very gelatinous the next day, which it was. Hooray!

I had planned to get my stuffing together and baked off on this day as well, but didn't manage to. But I got the veg prep for the stuffing chopped up at least. His stuffing is the most expensive stuffing I've ever made. It's the wild mushrooms that got me. Thankfully my grocery store still had roasted chestnuts available in March, but I definitely couldn't find fresh wild mushrooms. So dried would have to do.

The recipe calls for a pound of the wild mushrooms, but this box of dried ones only comes to 70g when rehydrated and it ran me $9.

This sad pile cost me nine fucking dollars. Porcini, chanterelle, shiitake, portabello and oyster. A pretty good assortment at least. I rehydrated them using some of the extra stock I made. Definitely not paying $60 to get to a pound though, so I supplemented with some fresh baby king oyster mushrooms, and topped it off with regular cremini mushrooms.

Now I know the chestnuts might come off as cheating, since they're pre roasted, but I did roast them again myself, as the bag suggested.

The stuffing took me two hours to get together (thank fuck I did the chopping yesterday), then I got my monster 16lb bird ready for roasting. His prep for that is pretty simple. Just a rub down with butter, salt and pepper it and you're good to go. His method doesn't involve stuffing the bird, but I have emotional needs regarding bird stuffing, so I made extra in order to do so.

His stuffing has the giblets boiled and processed to add in at the end, but I couldn't find the giblets in my bird until I was ripping it apart to portion it (who puts the giblets under the skin in the chest/sternum cavity?? Put that shit inside the bird with the neck for fucks sake...) so instead I added in some of the turkey neck meat I had leftover from the stock scraps. I'll try again with the giblets next time.

Surprisingly, the gravy was pretty annoying. All that stock I made was specifically for the gravy, as well as some red wine and shallot reduction. I made the roux using pan drippings from the stock bones from the previous day, but as I was browning the roux I was thinking, damn this is a lot of roux. I've made a lot of gravy in my life and I've never used this much roux. So when I got to the point of adding the hot stock to the roux, it got SO THICK.

He says to continue cooking the gravy until it's "thick enough to coat a spoon", but this was already way thicker than that. I had to dump in all my extra stock, plus some fish sauce and soy sauce (which are optional parts of the gravy recipe) to "water" it down.

That and I may have lightly burned my outside-the-bird stuffing. It was totally saveable though.

This is the proudest I've ever been of roasting a turkey. I sent this photo to my friends as if it was a new baby photo. Just look at it.

Isn't she a beaut?

Basted her every half hour for about 4 hours. Ironically, my overzealous stuffing didn't get hot enough to get out of the danger zone before the bird overcooked, so I scooped it out, mixed it with the lightly burnt other stuffing and baked it off while the bird rested. Oh and I also made mashed potatoes, obviously. I needed a green side, so I also whipped out...

Tony really showed his age with this one. The only time I've ever had creamed spinach was when I was 5 years old, at my grandparents house.

Thank fuck you can buy pre washed, pre trimmed spinach these days, because by this point I was so done with all of this. Nothing more depressing than watching 2 big bags of spinach steam down into a tiny sheet pan worth of wet green. At least it came together quickly. The taste was just okay, something about the texture squicks me out.

Taters, stuffing spinach and gravy. The second money shot of the day. Also a little bundle of asparagus I steamed off in the microwave since it was getting old...

Holy fuck, it's over. Best turkey I've ever done, but man. I don't know if it was worth it.

| Thanksgiving + Creamed Spinach |

Taste is a 4 out of 5. Definitely good, but the stuffing literally tasted like any stuffing I've ever had, expensive ingredients be damned.

Difficulty is a 6 out of 5. Don't try this one if you've never done a thanksgiving on your own. Or recruit help if your kitchen space allows it.

Time was about 16 hours over two days. I'm not kidding. At least while reducing the stock, you can sit down now and then.

I portioned all of this into 18 meals for the freezer so we can have a mini thanksgiving whenever we want.

I wish I could have found some cranberries so I could've knocked out his cran relish recipe as well, but it's late March and beggars can't be choosers. I'll get to that in the fall, when I roast that other fucking turkey sitting in my freezer...

[emelinecormier]

Her hand closed the freezer door just as soon as it had opened it. She'd come to feel comfortable in the Verda's home over the last two months, but she just couldn't bring herself to break into whatever liquor the other might have stored away, not when she'd been doing so well before that moment. A sigh fell from her lips, quiet and whispered, as she listened to the woman that had followed her into the kitchen make all of the obvious points, none of which Emmy could even blame her for. Her hand gripped the handle of the freezer for just a split second before turning to face Ver, her bottom lip pulled nervously between her teeth as she waited for the woman near the kitchen island to finish getting out everything she felt like she had to say — everything she deserved to say. "I already said no," She finally admitted, filling in the few steps between her and the island, leaving her just a few feet away from her wife as she took a breath and continued. "I was never planning on saying yes." Emmy couldn't help but hope that Ver wouldn't assume she was saying no because she couldn't handle keeping her eyes and emotions to herself this time, that wasn't the case at all. "I owed Chuck an audition, as a favor for helping me out when I started working on the idea of Amelie's. I agreed to show up to an audition for his new show and hear him out and that's it and I held that end of the bargain, but I don't owe him my marriage." And she knew that that's what it would have cost her, if she'd joined another competition show so soon.

She was driven by the fears of her past and maybe it was unfair, but she wasn't sure if she'd ever forget the heartache that had consumed her as she watched the other flirt on national television as if their relationship was nothing at all. She'd wondered if that had even crossed Emmy's mind or if the chef was too far consumed in her world. She had wanted to ask, but she'd led with silence instead. Despite her fears, there was still a sense of pride for how far the brunette had made it. It was a dream that most never achieved and yet, this was her second go around at something bigger. In between the bitterness and worry, she'd spoken praise about Emmy's success, only to come home later to wash it all away with a glass (or a few) of wine. "Congrats," she countered with ease as she followed the other into the kitchen. She couldn't do the silence, not when she had too much to say. "I mean, what else am I supposed to say? I'm a bad wife if I don't push you to do this, but it scares the hell out of me. The last time I rooted for you, I looked like an idiot. I can't... I won't do that again." She wasn't sure what that even meant, but she braced herself against the kitchen island and hoped that Emmy could understand. "But I mean it. Congrats on making the cut."

[somesunnyda-y]

Okay but he's happy and I'm happy and life is good :D

[rae-gar-targaryen]

Fic name game: Heat Waves

Try and tell me this isn't TASM!Peter Parker, a lil roommates to lovers during a hot NY summer... with a side of its own kinda heaaaattttttt ---- okayyyy here I go -- (is it just me or are these getting longer and longer?) I'm gonna put a readmore on this one, and its clearly unedited, sorry not sorry!

heat waves [tasm!peter parker x fem!reader]

Warning: Some spicy dialogue and references to adult themes.

No one had told you.

How had no one told you?

It seems obvious, when it's staring you so glaringly in the face. It seems clear now. But no one had had the good grace to inform you that your roommate -- science nerd Peter Parker, perpetually fumbling and stumbling Peter Parker, hectic-hair-stuck-up-at-all-angles Peter Parker -- your apartment's resident insomniac -- was, to put it as politely as you could given the circumstances, fucking stacked.

You weren't typically a night-owl. But the AC was out in your apartment, and the heat was bordering on ungodly. Seriously, what good were gods if they allowed you to suffer so?

You had spent the last couple of hours tossing and turning, pointing your floor fan strategically under your top sheet, with the other corner stuck down, to make a kind of warm-blown air igloo in your bed. You had stripped down as much as you felt you could get away with. No such luck.

It was now 3 a.m., and your apartment was stifling.

You slipped from your bed, sliding on your most breathable shorts in case you ran into your roommate. You didn't want to blind him, after all.

You shuffled into the common area, only to be met with the sight of a very shirtless, very sweaty Peter Parker. His form was bent, backlit by the light of the fridge he was currently rummaging through, no doubt looking for something cold.

He perked up at the sound of your shuffling feet making their way into the kitchen, sheepishly scruffing his hand along the back of his neck and chuckling,

"Sorry," he gestured to the fridge over his shoulder, "Did I wake you?"

Pick your jaw up, girl. You really weren't doing a very subtle or good job of not eyeing the boy in front of you. Seriously, had he been like this the WHOLE TIME and it was just that no one had said anything?

The heat wasn't helping. It was the opposite of helping. 

Because the heat of the evening was oppressive in its own way -- it was rolling, sticky, and stifling.

The second heat, the heat now shooting through you as you took in every inch of the boy before you that hadn't been bared to you before was prickling. It was itching. It bordered on an ache.

Looking that good while being so sweaty was basically criminal intent.

You should sue.

It was abundantly clear that you had been staring a beat too long, if the way Peter was looking at you now was any indication. You snapped back to yourself quickly.

"U-uhm, no, not exactly," you gestured at the open common area window that was doing a piss-poor job of circulating cool air through your apartment. "Dunno if you've noticed. It's a little hot to sleep."

Peter's responding chuckle was a low, slow, rumbling thing which really wasn't any favors to the new heat rolling through you.

You shook yourself, making to brush by Peter on your way to reach for the handle to the freezer atop the fridge. You reached in, savoring the blast of frigid air up your arm as you leaned in past Peter.

"Here," you gently chucked a bag of frozen peas at him. "Right on the back of your neck."

He hmm'd at you in thanks before sticking the crinkling bag to his neck, groaning at the instantaneous feeling of cool sweetness (you'd have to unpack that sound later); and if your back hadn't been turned to retrieve something else from the freezer, you might have just caught the way Peter's eyes trailed over your legs in your shorts. You had returned to your rummaging. 

Whether the two of you had been dancing around something over the past few months was, well, kind of an unspoken little thing, wasn't it?

If Peter hadn't known any better, he would say the heatwave was the gods conspiring against him. To punish him by dangling you in front of him so -- because here you were, in the world's smallest pair of cotton shorts and a cami stuck to your every curve -- and you were trying to kill him. If the popsicle you were now partaking in right in front of him was any indication.

Looking so good in the middle of the night was, well, unreal. It was bordering on disrespect.

He should sue.

You swirled the popsicle over your tongue before making eye contact with Peter once more.

"What?" you asked, doe eyes blinking at him from just on the other side of the kitchenette. So close, but so far. The heat thick like a blanket between the two of you -- crackling with the weighted electricity in a sagebrush desert sky before a rainstorm.

"Want one?" You gently shook the box of coconut paletas at him. "My tía gets them from the store down the block. They're pretty good."

Peter didn't know what came over him. Maybe the heat had finally made his brain short-circuit. But before he knew it, he was crossing the kitchen to you -- reaching out with brushing fingertips as though he made to take the box from your hands ...

When, at the last second, he pulled the paleta by its stick right from your wanting lips, and drawing it into his own mouth with a prolonged and borderline pornographic swirl of his tongue.

Had that really just happened?

You blinked.

Peter looked at you, all innocence and sculpted, shrugging shoulders. And It’s one of his vices—looking harmless. You should know by the vulpine smile he wears, when contrasted with his big doe eyes, that he's equal parts sharp fangs and sweetness.

Hot, nerdy Peter Parker had bite.

But before you could respond to the offense of Peter's thieving of your popsicle right from your pouted lips, he spoke again, tossing the bag of peas and using his now-empty cold hand to reach for you.

“You’re horrible for this, you know,” Peter huffed, plucking at the hem of your threadbare shorts, trailing his icy fingers up and along the curve of your waist beneath, causing you to shiver. For a multitude of reasons. “A villain. A horrible tease. Fucking ridiculous of you, really, to look so fucking hot like this.”

Was this heatwave stuffing cottonballs into your ears? Making your head cloudy? Was this actually happening?

“P-peter,” you chuckled, choking gasps around the slight tickle of his fingertips along your thighs, goosebumps at his cool touch coupling confusion with the low-burning, molten heat you felt now that he touched you. “It’s- they’re shorts.”

“Exactly – it’s fucking devastating, you know? To look this good, when it's too hot to fuck?"

You blinked again. Wow. 

You liked heatwave Peter. If he could be cheeky and bold in the dim, 3 a.m. light of your kitchen, then so could you.

You reached for him this time, fingertips trailing the curve of his bicep, over his collar, up his neck and along his jaw until you plucked the popsicle back from his fingertips and between your lips once more, making a show of savoring the taste -- coconut, cream, and Peter Parker.

Peter groaned at the sight before him, of you batting your lashes at him before speaking once more,

"Who says it's too hot?"

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Tagging a few peter parker girlies bc why not this is basically a whole fic now @agnesamarantheastwood @withahappyrefrain @heybugboy @youhavemysaber @deskofninak @mrshipsmcgee @clints-lucky-arrow @brucewaynefucks

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[seat-safety-switch]

Bonjour! Heh heh, just a little French there. You know, I’m part French-Canadian. My great uncle was too, of course, although the reason why he was and my grandmother wasn’t is a matter of family history that I’m not about to delve into. What’s important to know here is that, by this law that I just read about on a truck’s bumper sticker at the junkyard, I have a hereditary claim to many of France’s fine automobiles.

I’d always felt weird driving around in American cars, and now I know why. In retrospect, I gravitated to cars with French names: Volare, Parisienne, Trans Am Turbo. Genes don’t lie, and I was destined for greater things. Smooching at the Louvre. Smoking in Laval. Cretons spread in Quebec City on an old Eggo I found at the bottom of the freezer basket. And Twingos. It turns out that I’m so French that you should probably be reading these words on a Minitel.

Sure, a hater (and there are many of those out there, due to France’s dominance of culture) would claim that they made lots of bad things too. Those things, however, are actually good things. Witness the Citroen SM, an early attempt to fix Italian cars by marrying them with fine engineering. I can’t afford a working one, but I can sure as hell get a rusted hulk, pull out that glass toy of a Fascist engine, chuck a loose Cavalier 2.2L into it, and drive to the wine-by-the-litre store. Is “Cavalier” a French word? Pretty sure it’s a kind of dog over there.

Things are hard for people like myself. As you might be aware, Canada is a divided country, full of Anglo supremacists who shit on proud Francophones like myself. Well, I’m not really a Francophone – I failed Grade 4 French after I wouldn’t stop hyperfixating on the parts of the Tintin book where he is clearly cranking the engine on a 2CV in the wrong direction – but the point stands. The oppressors in Ottawa are keeping me from getting my rightful shitboxes, a proud front lawn full of Citroen BXes, LeCars, and the aforementioned Twingos.

Hold on, it’s my mom on the phone. Hi Mom, I was just telling the internet about my ne – great-grandpa fucked what? Who? When? Okay, I’ll come over this weekend and help you put the new 7M in. Yeah, I know Dad fucked up the torque sequence on the head bolts. He can’t read a service manual, you know that. Okay, love you.

Well, turns out I’m also part Italian. I’d like to take back everything I just said about the Citroen SM’s Maserati engine. Well, maybe not everything. A vee-six is still against everything I believe in. At least until I start asking more questions at the retirement home.

[untilwedont]

Could I request a Josh Richards x male reader where they have sex in their pool Top Josh x bottom Male reader

Here u go <3

Pairings: Josh Richards x Male!reader

Warnings: Smut, Dom!Josh, Sub!Reader

Summary: Reader and Josh are having a fun time in their pool, messing around with each other, when things take a turn

It was the start of summer and man was it hot. You hated summer with a passion but absolutely loved the winter. Josh didn't seem to mind though as it was just an excuse for him to walk around shirtless the entire day. You were never really the type to walk around shirtless because you were a bit self conscious about your body but Josh always said you looked perfect, at least in his eyes.

So there you were, laying on the bed with the fan on, dreading summer. "UGGGGh, I feel like I'm gonna melt any minute now. You might as well put me in the freezer and leave me in there till' I freeze so I don't have to suffer any longer." You mumbled to yourself. Sure, you may have been over exaggerating just a little bit, but that's just who you were.

As you felt like you were gonna die any minute, you heard a pair of footsteps coming towards the room. You knew who it was since you both lived together. "Knock knock baby, you good in here?" You looked up and saw your shirtless boyfriend, Josh, standing at the door. "What does it look like? I'm practically melting over here and somehow you seem perfectly fine." Josh chuckled a little, "Trust me babe, I'm just as hot as you are." "Yeah? Well you sure don't seem like it." You mumbled are rested your head.

"Well why don't we go out to the pool? I'm sure it's just as cold as it is in here." "Alright.. I like the sound of that." You got up and started walking towards the pool with Josh. You didn't feel the need to change as you were simply in a pair of shorts and a t-shirt. Your guys' house was a pretty modern house. There were some pastel decorations that you had chosen out because pastel colors were always your favorite colors. But the thing you've always wanted, especially as a kid was a heart - shaped pool.

From when you were younger, you always dreamed of having a heart shaped pool and now your dreams have finally come to life. When you and Josh bought the house, you were constantly begging him to have a heart shaped pool, and after a few months of begging, he was finally okay with it.

As you both went to the backyard, you couldn't help but smile at the heart shaped pool. Josh didn't seem to mind as much as he used to because he thought it was pretty nice. With no hesitation, you jumped into the pool. Luckily you didn't have your phone on you or else it would have been destroyed. "Wow, you must've been pretty hot, huh?" Josh laughed a bit. "Sure was" you smiled at him.

A couple of hours had went by, you and Josh just having a good time in the pool. You're favorite song was playing in the background because Josh had turned it on for you. There was lots of splashing and giggling from both of you. "Josh, you got water in my eye!" you laughed. "Whoops, sorry baby." he chucked, moving closer to you. He examined your face, making sure your eye wasn't hurt.

Whenever you and Josh held eye contact, you always seemed to get butterflies. You weren't sure why you still got them since you both had been dating for quite sometime. "You're so pretty M/N, you know that?" He told you, continuing to look at you. "I could say the same for you" you smiled. He smiled back and grabbed your waist. He pulled you in and started kissing you. At first it wasn't anything big but soon it turned into a makeout sesh.

"Fuck M/N, I can never describe the way you make me feel." Josh said in between kisses. "Well why don't you show me, hm?". That was just enough to set Josh off. One of his towards your ass while the other was around your neck. Both your hands made their way on his abs, you could never get enough of them. "Ngh, Josh..." you said as josh took his hand off your neck and replaced it with his lips.

Soon enough, your clothes had been taken off completely, same for Josh. As you two continued to makeout, your hand made their way towards his dick. You slowly started to jerk him off, hearing slight moans from him. "Alright pretty boy, let me make you feel good." He said disconnecting his lips from yours. (Just an fyi, you were both in the shallow side lol)

Josh slapped his dick on your ass a few times before sliding it in. "Fuck Josh!" You said throwing your head back as he continued to pick up the pace. "Yeah, you like that, hm? You like when I slam my dick into you?" "Plea-please... faster.." You could hardly get any words to come out of you as Josh continued to slam into you, his hand around your neck.

"Fuck Josh, I'm getting closer!" "That's it baby, cum for me!". Just after he said that, you release in the pool. After a few more thrusts from Josh, he soon released inside of you. After a minute of catching your breath, you look at Josh and smiled. "We're gonna have to clean this pool water." You said kissing him on the cheek,

A/N: Hi everyone, sorry I haven't been posting lately. I've been really stressed and haven't had much motivation right now but I really wanted to get a story out. I will continue to post, no worries!.

[sugar-petals]

🌹 Sub!SuperM 18+ HC: Riding Their Faces

↳ NOTE. These guys... I swear. Bringing some heat to the dash right here. Enjoy the SuperMadness 👀

word count. 3.7k | bullet points | ot7

WARNINGS. ⚠️  all explicit, cum play, latex, hair & sweat kink, bondage, spit, brat taming, toys, breath play, ass fixation going strong, dominant reader, femdom, degradation, hardcore, veins kink, graphic language, strap-ons, crying kink, clothed sex, some crack

⌜ 💋  byun baekhyun ⌟

▸ strength: energy

not for the faint of heart. baekhyun thoroughly enjoys you giving it to him roughly; it’s the leader being led, how sexy is that

i spy with my femdom eye, baekhyun likes the bossy dommes who bring him to his knees — quite literally.

case in point: hates seeing you hold back. tells you to just bounce on him how you want it. no fumbling around, it’s gotta be hot and proper.

whatever you’re insecure about he hasn’t even noticed. the more confidently you’re taking your designated seat, the better. this shit’s gotta make him all loud and squeaky, baekhyun can’t get enough of your wild and demanding side. “don’t you dare move your hands!” — he’s already hooked.

yep, he’s part of the feral squad. and louder than the bass in jopping for that matter

small as hell face but the jaw is sharp, you can literally feel it, he fits between your legs so well

endless breath. put your pussy all over that nose, grind on it, cum all over him. society will thank you for suffocating a millionaire

like seriously the breath play is off the charts. if he’s into asphyxiation you’d not be surprised

meanwile baek’s naughty hips keep on bucking, like hello there, giving you a cheeky 69 invitation

such a cocky little shit, whiny byun all the way from those ruined orgasms he’ll be getting cuz you might just touch him with two fingers at best, you know how to keep him on his toes

swallows everything he’s like whatever, almost chokes because he’s so messy and greedy to taste you. damn baekhyun

does a “mmhhhnnn...!” sound all the time, this guy has pussy all over his face and is still more vocal than you no matter what you do

eats ass, all day if he can, knows the most shocking techniques, wants to get crushed by booty he’ll end up admitting it. no matter how big or small yours is. because remember, that face is small, everything is big to him

the type to cum on his stomach way before you do. groans a lot, then goes on even more intensely, how the hell did he just leak out five ounces of semen and still manage a whole tongue workout

slobbery and all over the place, those are tongue movements you can’t even think of in your wildest dreams

baekhyun is never content just making you cum once or just really lowkey, much less hearing you being silent. he’s a moodmaker, he naturally wants to hear you, and see you twitch like the world ends for goodness sake

brattiest tongue ever, always pulls out the taunting puppy licks, tries to grope you all the time, he’ll get a rough spanking later believe me

also gets his payback from you being crazy wet, as beautiful and cute his face might be it’s gonna end up damn ruined

not gonna lie his voice acrobatics will turn you into a waterfall that’s coming down on him

you can punish him for teasing by going raw with your hips, mochi is in wonderland, seeing stars. put his wrists in a spreader bar and go off is what i’m saying, YOLO

since baekhyun annoys the members by being so hyper in the evening, they appreciate you knocking him out for sleep. and indeed baekhyun dozes like a baby, probably using your ass as a pillow or something

you’ve drained the shit out of him and um watered the flower that is his face, so

another cupcake down, mission success, baekhyun certainly had his fill not to mention lucky you having to deal with his wildly talented mouth ahem, moral of the story annihilate him with your ass

⌜ 💋  lee taemin ⌟

▸ strength: steaminess

you will come (heh) to discover that none of his lyrics were a lie

yeah he’s busy hot boy shit for his gal

taemin has an all-soft and plush tongue that’s super pinkish. it literally feels so good, how to ever get enough of it holy shit

it also happens to be very long so buckle up, he wants to be deep inside of you, serve and please you

probably the most slow and agile movement in the group, tantalizing is the right word for sure

prefers kissing and sucking over just licking because he’s sappy, good on him and good on you those lips are heaven and need to be used by all means

once you go on the pill, taemin will eat his own creampies straight out of you, maybe even two at once, it’s taemin c’mon he’s above-average horny lord knows how much sperm he’s hoarding

loves drowning it seems

raunchy stuff aside, he always dresses up nicely or wears the fluffy sweaters you like the most on him. what an exclusive ride, the scent of the clothing turns you on even more he’s pulling all the registers taemin is so docile and giggly

most sensual style in the group, will edge and give you goosebumps first before the main course even remotely goes down, taemin thinks in several stages hot damn he calculated this 

his face heats up so much it’s crazy, then again kkoongie capitalizes on all the warmth from the radiator so you might as well be taemin’s personal heating alright. it’s fun seeing him sweat like mad, see his neck veins bulge... ugh 

is gonna be a provocateur and try to nibble on your folds, man he just wants to get slapped around you can see right through this brat’s rowdy plan

might even want his ass played with while you ride his face so prepare for some intense contortions, fingering, butt plugs, prostate massage, the whole array, gladly taemin is flexible

always pulls it off hands-free because he’s a pro and well yeah he’s always tied up how um totally surprising

and any challenge he will meet that i guarantee you

he has immediately apparent shinee concert stamina, longevity like his career, taemin can lend his face to your purposes for the whole night he doesn’t care if he needs to chuck it in the freezer afterwards

bonus: if taemin doesn’t at some point wear one of his glittery masks for sexy time, somebody is probably impersonating him and it’s not the real lee taemin i’m afraid

so many orgasms you’ll stop counting, one blends into the other, even if you’re not moving much, how does he do it

that being said gee can we just appreciate how beautiful his face is, everything about him, it’s gonna be so sexy and soft to kiss him to sleep oh my god

⌜ 💋  kim jongin ⌟

▸ strength: escalating

just how industrious is he? dammit kai is the rent due or something, this shit is not a comeback stage cool down

jongin is needy as fuck, he’s desperate to taste you especially in the morning when his lips are all plump

since then he’s skipped his skin care routine you do the bulk of the moisturizing you see

jokes aside get ready for whimpery kai thrusting his face right into you because he can, should you need something to hold onto, his thighs are literally right there

constant high-pitched moans, some during quick pauses, others stifled, kai are you okay he’s really going all out 

so thirsty

if you don’t put a harness on him for this you’re missing out, also you need something to hold this wild slutty motherfucker in place

rock-hard throughout, harder than a goddamn superm choreography

also: sturdy chin that can take a lot, it’s made to be sat on

does a lot of the work, very active, main dancer vibes you know, you can be lazy and just enjoy

most continuous style in the group, gradually getting more and more passionate and nervous — the second you thought it gets boring he goes off, have fun losing your mind and seeing him basically K.O. himself

if he wants to make you cum, rapid tongue jabs deep into your clit, and his hard breath against it, no fair play in here

absolutely has a thing for your shaking thighs, like what the hell he’s blowing a huge load the more you tremble, and he’s goddamn crying from pleasure every time woah

those big ole lips are an absolute treat, yeah i’ll say it again his face is meant for this

wants to be called all kinds of names wow jongin, it just spurs him more

kai. is. so. good. 

you can most definitely film your own POV cam, jongin can put on one hell of a show. just this time it’s not his eyes flirting with the camera, it’s his tongue getting a nice rough treatment oh yum

don’t get me wrong he can deliver a romantic version of this, but kai just likes you being tough on his face he can’t deny it

uses his hands so you can ride him even harder, all his teddy bears will be falling off the bed like dominoes

might one day ascend to heaven while giving head, wouldn’t regret it

can do it until complete exhaustion you guys just pass out

being such an oral workaholic do i sense a masochist streak in him there? 

fucking typical capricorn

⌜ 💋  wong yukhei ⌟

▸ strength: appetite

first off yukhei is hilarious

it’s called eating out and that’s exactly what he does duh, he’s not nicknamed foodcas for no reason — the restaurant is open my dear, and he just served himself five courses (you)

gets super sweaty, forehead and down the neck, a 6′0 glazed bun can you imagine

giggles a lot, makes the atmosphere relaxed, loves banter before and after, an allround sweet experience

though beware, this guy is hungry. most prone to open his mouth super wide he wants to eat all of you at once

don’t tell kun how nasty he is, much less leader baekhyun, promise me that

and especially nosy kai should not hear about what sexy shit yukhei is doing in his freetime unless you want to trigger a war 

that being said the wayv dorm is still the safest place to sit on his face, so. it’s a lawless land there, nobody gives a fuck anymore at this point. yangyang would not even blink if ten murdered someone in cold blood on the balcony, that’s how the atmosphere there can be best described

lucas being a far more harmless himbo still ironically fits into the environment being so sexually insatiable, just how often are you going to fuck? it’s only natural to lose the overview

he loudly pouts and complains when it ends, wants to go on and on, you need a lotta stamina to get with this guy this is not a warning it’s a fact — yukhei really wants to tire himself out and give everything

if you lower your thighs just a little you can feel his dangly earrings. kinda sexy but also a safety concern i know i know, he’s not gonna wear them next time 

noisy as heck, wants to do well, always goes the extra mile to be sure you are all happy and satisfied with today’s dining

his tongue is... big...

we’re not gonna talk about that giant bulge either, such a huge tent in those pants it’s a whole camping ground. anyway

what we’ll talk about. his super soft blonde hair, we’re talking salon quality soft, that’s amazing to feel against your legs, it’s great to pull as well, or to twirl really playfully

though there’s not much playful going down when the initial inhibition drops

he’s not made of glass you can really get those hips going

sliding down his nose when you’re all wet... damn good stuff.

lucas is the kinda guy that has you grunting and gritting he loves your reactions, and how aggressive you can get. usually he’s the reaction king but like this? he can get used to it.

totally into having that kinda frog perspective it’s a whole new thing, he’s such a giant now he’s below you, the sight is just superb to him

less likely to have toys involved, but rather a bunch of rope for his chest, his arms, his long ass legs. yukhei is a bondage insider tip y’all

stable as a block of metal. if you go a little too wild on baekhyun he’s probably gonna break his mochi neck but lucas is a different calibre, this mf is made of giant muscles galore, i can only say one thing: finish him

⌜ 💋  mark lee ⌟

▸ strength: speed

talks a lot, even occasionally curses — instantly apologizing, but you curse right back, so this becomes the cussing olympics at some point, taeyong would bury his face in the ground all his parenting efforts have gone to waste

mark basically chokes himself

he can’t control his spit by all means jesus... in his own words: must be the drip then

next to taemin and baekhyun here we have the third drowning victim, mark is in serious need of multiple tissues or towels afterwards but that’s exactly what he likes

mark’s slutty side is not to be underestimated i’m warning you

that’s a healthy young man right here

loves to do quickies to get you off during daytime, if you’re horny just tell him and he’ll find a quiet spot, might do it on his knees rather than you riding him sometimes for practical reasons 

all options open, mark is flexible af. if someone can promote with nct dream and superm at the same time that’s the result

so yeah you’ll experiment with positions and even outfits, what’s the most comfortable to wear? 

few people even remotely think about this. mark himself stays in his signature sweater but the glasses come off, you know very well he’s a nerd without them he has nothing to prove lmao!

the clothes will be cozy but don’t let that fool you yet alright

this guy has watched too much porn to just keep it light and cute

don’t get me wrong you can baby him ad nauseam for the more gentle femdom moods

but at the end of the day mark loves some intense shit, he likes feisty girls who aren’t coy and subby, the more perverted you are the better, in fact he enjoys being shocked with brazen attitude and getting orders on what to do.

loves it when you to take it all out on him, rough is good. mark lee’s face is the rodeo range of super m alright, just don’t break his glorious jaw or anything, he still needs it okay

but yeah mark’s face is tempting to ride hard not gonna lie

his tongue can go so fast it’s at the speed of sound, no, the speed of fucking light. mark goes crazy on your clit, wait a few seconds, boom five orgasms rain down on you. 

it’s like an anime swordsman just lifting the sword hilt, walking off calmly, and one minute later things are in shambles like how? mark’s sword tech is just epic like that

he’s a leo what did we expect, show-off

in the meantime, RIP to mark lee’s pants. they’ll be soaked with cum, gonna be a bitch to hide your clothes from taeyong who’s always eager to wash everything by himself

that aside, mark really enjoys the position, he doesn’t need much else to be honest, he goes “oh my god oh shit” enough for you to know

thank god he’s a rapper, otherwise his dang technique would be dangerous, he doesn’t breathe for half a minute or so

enjoys you really doing shallow thrusts, super fast and sloppy, loves how much you enjoy it

needless to say: breaks a guinness world record for most licks per second, it’s that mark lee flow

long story short his face is your favorite spot he can prepare for a daily session

all that practice on water melons paid off good job markly

⌜ 💋  ten lee ⌟

▸ strength: allround skill

you know a pro by how he’s offering you a tall glass of water beforehand

and by the way he’s chugging one himself

champion, a keeper

you’re guaranteed to love it, ten is amazing

takes his time, gets to know your every inch, figures out your soft spots in a matter of minutes to seconds

everything for his sexy mama, service sub right here

take him on a leash, grind on his lips, make him kiss your clit, he’ll respond by circling his tongue around obediently

chittaphon might be a little fidgety at the beginning, but the atmosphere is not as tense anymore after doing it two or three times. 

ten is actually quite good cracking lighthearted jokes and showing his more extroverted side, he always gets like that with a partner. 

you have an easy time with build-up conversations and communicating in general, same with aftercare pillow talk

that being said the degree of professionalism this guy is heading for needs a lot of talk in the first place. 

ten likes doing advanced things that aren’t just intuitively understood, you need to exchange yourself a lot

through trial and error you figure out how to incorporate sex toys into the little routine you have going on

the pleasure will be so intense you’ll never want anything else fuck

ten is also down for a lot of moving around, some athletic shit

you’ll go from bouncing on his dick to smothering his face back and forth pretty much, let’s see how fast you’re gonna bust a huge nut like that my bet is five minutes

those like “oh... ah—” moans are just angelic

since he focuses so much on your erogenous zones and always keeps his hands involved, ten is always guaranteed to have you breaking a major sweat

ten does not like to eat any fruits, they say. well that’s true, because he’s too busy eating you that is. boy can basically retire from citizenhood, he’s that busy between your legs. 

enough fruit juice for an entire week impending, don’t worry about his nutrients, this is also a form of diet.

uses his chin, his cheeks, the nose especially, the damn nose it’s perfectly shaped

wants you to really ride him hard, and fast, no holds barred at all, going so feral he’ll be squeezing his eyes shut

sometimes his hair gets in the way, it’s just so damn long. the result: hair ties for face-sitting, always on his wrist

among all members, buries his face the deepest, turns him on so much

always makes sure you’re both washed up, no impromptu sessions. ten is a hygiene priest and he’s right

the mattress is kinda bouncy and he always uses his favorite soft pillow under his head so you can definitely take mister ten lee to pound town like work your hips give it to him

in case he survives i send my congrats, you got yourself the right guy, terrific choice queen

⌜ 💋  lee taeyong ⌟

▸ strength: ideas

how much more religiously can he eat you out, he treats this like the best reward he can get

as you can probably tell by now, all the lee surname members are definitely a certain brand and clan of highly distinguished pussy eaters like, these guys are a fucking gang like... well taeyong is no different

reckless abandon oral, eats you like it’s the last day, even death fears lee taeyong when he’s in giving head mode

you might be showering together beforehand and be all shy and kissy like it’s puppy love. but that is all for naught when the tongue of god is unleashed and taeyong gets himself as messed up as he can

yeah i like the thought of god being incarnated as kinky taeyong begging to have his mouth spit and cummed in it just makes sense

very deep mumbles, very hard breathing, those veiny hands on your waist, he wants to make you feel good so bad, fuck he’s so sexy

intense facial expressions, need i say more

also um... he likes to be... threatened. he’s the student you’re the teacher, strict as hell surveying his every move, the more you yell at him the harder he gets, jesus christ he has a thing for you acting mad and shit

taeyong doesn’t even need you to pull off your underwear, he’s gone get through any type of fabric with that leaking mouth

let’s just say he likes to experiment with innovative techniques... anyway, taeyong is a nasty fucking freak, he’s a grade A hoe, you never know what to expect

one time he just licks like a shy doe, the next second slurping explosion 5000

imagine whipping his thighs with a riding crop while sitting right on that ultra gorgeous elven prince face like

taeyong is almost always getting super emotional. he sheds even more tears than kai, like at some point you’ll develop a crying kink because of him SOS

nervous as hell, shaky hands. that can easily be fixed sir let’s tie em up

has you moaning nonstop, he’s so engaged and so dead-on with his movements. don’t be surprised if this damned man has your eyes almost falling out

beware, this guy is into full-on sensual deprivation as well. blindfolds are only the start. 

you might end up with a whole lotta black latex involved, who knows, a whole gimp on him he’s down for that, he learned from ten what it is blame chittaphon’s vast kinky knowledge

even better: while you’re grinding on him, taeyong likes you pumping his cock with a fleshlight with zero mercy until he yelps in tiny oops

hell he might ask you to roughly fuck his face with a strap and then ride it, the mister likes double treats huh

then again: wants it to be degrading and dirty and intense on some days, and really wholesome and romantic on others

especially aftercare will be sweet and dulcet, you take care of him, pepper him with kisses for being such a dutiful boy.

looks pretty no matter what. maybe he’s born with it maybe it’s tyongbelline. yeah just how handsome is that face and hair like... t’yongreal paris in full splendor

long story short he’s an oral deity. i rest my case howdy and goodbye see you next time aye

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[downwiththemutantnjnjaturtles]

Always Good Enough

[2012!Mikey x reader]

bit of a sad bean here but nothing serious :). Based off of an anon ask I got, though I changed it slightly in ways I felt didn't quite fit the message of the original request.

"Pay attention, Mikey!" Leo's stern voice had called. 

"Mikey, what're you doing over there?!" had grunted Raph impatiently. 

"Whoa! Mikey! You're in the way!" Donnie had shouted. 

Mikey! Mikey! Mikey!

The things his brother's had said replayed in his mind, keeping him restless when he was meant to be sleeping. He couldn't sleep; he wasn't tired enough. He had too much energy, was distracted by the temptation to listen to music, distracted by the comic discarded on the floor, which he'd reached for but ultimately slapped his hand away. Distracted by the thought of ice cream kitty sitting in the freezer. Why couldn't he focus, ever? And why the constant berating from his own brothers? 

When Mikey had gotten upset by being dismissed by his brothers—or worse, mocked and chastised for his unruly attention span—something Raph had commented had easily crawled under Mikey's skin: "Meh. Let him go and pout, we don't need him." 

Of course, as the typical Raph fashion, he always said they didn't need whoever he was presently irritated at. Donnie, Leo, Casey...it didn't matter. But for sensitive Mikey, the comment stung and followed him, along with everything else he remembered being told about his performance throughout the years. One thing in particular that his own Master Splinter had said stuck out to him, though he only thought about it when he was already feeling blue. 

After being put on a team with Donnie to go against their two older brothers in training, the younger pair had lost. It wasn't uncommon, but seemed as though Leo and Raph (and Donnie, but less so) were improving more consistently than Mikey. 

"If you would only apply yourself, my son, you could surpass even Leonardo," Splinter had told him, walking alongside Mikey as he rested a hand on his shoulder. "You have a great deal of potential, Michelangelo." 

A born athlete, agile and relatively strong for his stature. Creative, too. Mikey had heard many times of this supposed untapped potential he held, but he had a hard time believing it. He'd liked where he was at in his journey in ninjutsu. He enjoyed a natural progression, not the manicured approach their leader took that Splinter implied Mikey could take. It just wasn't him. But his pacing didn't seem to be good enough for them.

"Better than Leo…" mumbled Mikey as he lay in bed, staring at the ceiling. And smarter than Donnie? The thought briefly crossed his mind, which he was quick to laugh off, even though he really didn't feel like having a chuckle. "What use is this body if I can't get my mind to...to…" 

He let out a sound of frustration, planting his palms on his forehead. "Not strong like Raph. Not crazy smart like Donnie. Not whatever Leo is," he listed off, becoming more sour, "I'm just a big useless thing!"  

Sighing heavily, he groaned and rolled over onto his side to face the wall. Then there was a light knock at his door. He pulled the blanket over him and didn't bother to face whoever was there. It was probably Splinter coming to check in upon hearing Mikey's outburst, judging by the polite knock. The door creaked open slowly.

"Mikey, you okay?" your voice asked quietly from the doorway.

He glanced over his shoulder at you before sitting up, having expected his father instead. You noticed he looked weirdly down; definitely not the usual Mikey. 

Looking at nothing particular on his bed, he responded curtly, "Oh. Hey, [y/n]. Yeah, I'm okay." 

Most of all, Mikey was a terrible liar. His shoulders were slumped, he wouldn't look at you, and he didn't speak with any kind of vivacity. You waited for a moment before stepping in, gently shutting the door. He only looked at you when you sat down on the edge of his bed. 

"What's really the matter, Mikey?" you questioned. 

"Nothing," he replied almost defensively, bringing his knees to his chest. 

It took another minute of going back and forth with him to get him to finally open up about what was weighing so heavily on his mind. In truth, he wanted to talk—he just felt so bothersome. His emotions weren't always met with tenderness by his brothers, but they weren't exactly the pinnacles of emotional intelligence, either. There had been a lot of late night talks with Splinter and no one else throughout the years. 

"I just feel like a slug," Mikey answered eventually, dejected, and he tucked his chin in his arms. 

Quizzical, you tilted your head. "You're not slow, what makes you say that?" 

His brow ridge furrowed, "I don't mean like that," he responded, "I mean like, slow as in I'm...behind all of them." His voice gradually went quieter and he ended with a despondent shrug. "Like I'm not as good as my brothers. When we were little, and Master Splinter was giving us our weapons for the first time, he couldn't even come up with any reasons for giving me 'chucks besides 'they suit you.'"

"Mikey—" you started, but he continued. 

"I don't know if I'm even good enough to fight with them," he said, and barely, you could see his chin quiver. "I'm always messing something up, or I get in their way, or—"

It hurt to hear Mikey talking about himself the way he did, so it was your time to interject, saying "I think you're great at what you do, Mikey." He'd put his hand down on the bed and you placed yours atop it. "You have your own way of doing things. It might not be how the other three do it, but it's you, and I think it's awesome." 

He slowly lifted his eyes to fall on yours, unfurling from himself. "And you'll always be good enough. Your brothers do care about you. They're just trying to figure everything out, too." 

"They're just trying to figure everything out, too."

Maybe you were right. 

A half-smile crept onto his face, the tears that had welled dissipating. "Thank you so much, [y/n]," he cooed. He scooted back to the wall and patted the spot next to him, and with you there, he felt free to let his mind wander. His hand also snuck its way to yours, wrapping his hand around it coming to rest it between the two of you. He didn't mention it nor act like anything was different, feeling that it was natural, and you were fine with that. He scooted closer in as you talked, even tually coming to let himself lean against you. Mikey fell asleep on your shoulder that night.

[madsinfiction]

Of Kings and Names

Hello!! This little piece takes place in my “Everything Changes in a Season” Universe, but it can be read as a stand alone! Just a little domestic piece about pregnancy and names

Gloria was so pregnant she thought she might pop. She couldn’t even fathom how her mum had carried two babies at the same time. She really owed her an apology. Just one baby felt overwhelming.

The heat wasn’t helping, she was sure. It was late summer and no matter what she did, short of standing in front of the open freezer, she couldn’t get cool. Dandelion, the lucky little beast, was lounging in the shade in a shallow pool she’d gotten for him and set up on the balcony.

The door opened and Leon stepped inside, carrying a bag with sliced watermelon and seltzer water. He beamed at her, having the audacity to look incredibly handsome even though he was sweaty and a little disheveled. He put away her requests in the fridge and turned to face her.

“I missed you while I was out,” he said, reaching for her.

“Don’t touch me,” she said, pushing his hands off her. He furrowed his brow in concern. The mood swings hadn’t been terrible up to this point, and she’d never asked him not to touch her.

“I’m hot, and gross,” she elaborated.

“You’re not gross,” he argued.

“I’m fat and I’m sweaty.” She glare at him, daring him to argue.

“You aren’t fat, you’re carrying our son,” Leon said.

“I know,” she said. “It’s just, really overwhelming today.” The words had barely left her mouth when she burst into tears.

“Hey, hey, hey,” Leon said, quickly closing the distance between them. He pulled her into him and held her while she cried. “What can I do?”

“I don’t know,” she said miserably. “I’m tired and I’m sore and I feel so guilty about complaining because I love our baby so much but I’m just exhausted.”

“Oh, love,” he said. “Here, turn around,” he said. She sniffled, but did what he said. He pulled her back firmly against him and then wrapped his arms around her, cradling her belly in his hands. “Lean on me, baby.” And he lifted her belly gently, taking the weight of their child in his arms.

It was heavier than he expected, and the way that Gloria sighed in relief and leaned against him told him that it was heavy for her too.

“That feels so good,” she said. He kissed her cheek and rocked gently side to side. “I think this might be the most pleasurable thing you’ve ever done for me.”

“I’m not sure if I should be offended by that or not,” he said.

“The orgasms are nice, but this is like having to carry a snorlax around on your back and suddenly having it wake up and get off of you.”

“Hmm,” he hummed. He’d have to do this for her more.

“Okay, I’m okay,” she said, trying to move away from him.

“Hey, no, stay here. I want to hold you.”

“My belly is heavy,” she said. “I should know, it’s attached to me.”

“I’m alright, love,” he assured her. “Stay, let me hold my family.”

“Okay,” she agreed, leaning back against him once more.

“Have you thought any more about names?” he asked her after she’d settled back in. They’d been throwing around ideas since they’d found out they were having a boy, but nothing had felt exactly right.

“I did have a thought,” she said, and he felt her tensing up. “And you don’t have to say yes, if you hate it, and I don’t want you to feel like I’m totally attached to the idea, because I’m really not,” she hurried to say. “But I talked to Victor about it and he said he was okay with it because I wouldn’t want to step on his toes if he and Bede were planning on having kids soon, and -”

“Morning Glory,” Leon whispered. “Just tell me.” She took a deep breath.

“I was thinking about Rex, after my dad,” she said, and turned her face, tyring to gauge his reaction.

“Rex,” he mused, rubbing his thumbs against her stomach. “What do you think?” he asked, directing his questions towards their child.

“Ow!” Gloria gasped as a little foot pushed out of her belly in a strong kick. “Well he either loves it or hates it,” she said, rubbing the spot. Leon chuckled.

“I think he likes it,” Leon said. “I like it.”

“Are you sure? I don’t want you to agree just because it’s my dad. This should be a choice we make together.”

“Is that why it’s taken you this long to suggest it? Because you thought I’d feel bull dozed into it?” He asked. She nodded. “Your dad was your dad, love, and even though I never got to meet him, I know he was the blueprint for you. I’d love to honor him like this.”

“Really?” she asked, sniffling again.

“Really,” he agreed.

“Rex,” she said quietly, rubbing her hands over her belly again. “We’ve got a name.”

“I can’t wait to finally meet him,” Leon said, kissing Gloria’s head. They stood together for another moment.

“Gloria?” He asked. “Your parents were really named Rex and Regina?”

“King and Queen,” she nodded. “Alright, let him down,” she said, pushing his hands down to slowly release her belly.

“And don’t think they didn’t enjoy that fact immensely,” she said, turning and wrapping herself around him as well as she could wit her belly in the way. “They named their children Victor and Gloria, after all.”

“They just knew how wonderful you would turn out to be,” he said, leaning forward and kissing her nose. “Come on then, let’s get you into a cool bath and off your feet.” Gloria let herself be lead to their bedroom.

“Lee?” she called as she sat on the bed and he let the bathtub fill. He poked his head out. “Thank you,” she said, rubbing a hand over her belly. “For everything.”

“I love you,” he said simply in reply. “Now come on, I want to pamper you a little.”

[empressofdiamonds]

Healthy smoothies

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1. Recipe for homemade oatmilk.

For one-person smoothie, use 1/4 cup of oats (I use the 1 minute kind), add into magic bullet, blend lick and shake it until the consistency is flour-like. Add cold water, stir it around. I usually dont filter out the pulp (hey, healthy fibers!) if I use it for a smoothie.

I use this as a base for all smoothies I make. Very cheap to make yourself compared to reader oat milk.

2. Supplements to add!

Supplements I add into my smoothies, sometimes I do them all, sometimes, I do just one.

-Prepared chia seeds (proteins, good fibers for digestion, packed with nutriments, the whole package) 2 tablespoons into one cup of water, let it rest 5-15 min before using, stirring sometimes, for one person. Really cheap ingredient that stores really well long term, and a small amount goes a LONG way.

-Raw cocoa powder (reduces inflammation, increases cognitive abilities, reinforces immune system), about 1-2 teaspoons per person.

-Flax seed, ground. (Fibers, nutriments, omegas, skin, hair and joint health) This one is a bit tricky, if they're crushed they must be consumed relatively quickly as the oils go inactive. Refrigerate them! One teaspoon per person.

-Collagen powder (promotes maintenance of collagen bonds in skin, helps slow down aging, helps with joints problems), 1 tablespoon per person. Pair with cocoa or spices or yogurt, to camo the taste.

-Probiotic supplement (promotes healthy gut, helps with bloating and acne), 1 small bottle per week, in one smoothie. Those supplements are relatively costly but they help me a LOT.

-Stevia powder. (sugar replacement), I add it if there's tart ingredients like cranberries, or that I have a sugar craving! Almost no calories, and 1 part of stevia equates 3 parts of regular sugar. Be careful in your dosing! I usually add 1 teaspoon per person.

3. Ingredients I frequently use in my smoothies

I go by seasonality, it would be crazy to use fresh strawberries in winter! In winter I often use frozen fruits (cranberries, strawberries, blueberries, cherries, get them antioxydants!), and apple as a base. I also prefer local fruits, they're perfectly fine as they are and are so much cheaper compared to exotic fruits.

Sometimes I get banana too, but that's a luxe as it can be quite sugary compared to apple.

I often watch big sales of frozen fruits., and the bigger bags are so worth it. One fruit bags are better than mixed fruits bags, because.youll control what you're adding into your smoothie.

In summer, I get cherries on sale, pit them (with that special tool or with a knife, you litteraly cut them in half around the pit and twist the halves to remove the pit), and freeze them in a baking dish, then transfer into a freezer bag. Can be done when you're soaking in a hair mask and watching a series! Same thing with strawberries or blueberries (they require less prep tho).

Sometimes I use orange/mandarin, I peel off the skin them chuck the whole fruit into the blender. the white bits aren't that bad once blended.

I already consume a lot of leafy greens like in dishes or salads, but when I don't, I add them into smoothies too! I accompany them with a bit of lemon juice to add some pep. The color might be unappetizing but you get used to it I swear.

Additional note: if you use fiber rich ingredients, don't forget to drink lots of water! Also, if you're not used to eat lots of fruits/veggies, drink more water than usual so it flows well in the gut.

[mocacheezy]

Things that made watching Transformers (2007) easier and even enjoyable:

[note: B'verse gets the treatment that it gets by fandom for good reasons. There are tons of posts that dissect the bullshit of these movies far better than my second-language-english-non-american self could ever tackle, so I am not doing that, or plan on doing that. But if I decide that I'll get through every continuity of the franchise I will find a way to make it fun for myself. And so, this is my search for golden nuggets in these movies, because they did bring in new fans to the franchise and that's why we have other continuities that we might not have otherwise. Credit where it's due, and some positivity for those that did find B'verse at least amusing if nothing else. ]

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Frenzy

Anytime Frenzy was on screen made me smile because his movements and personality were hilarious, he is just so expressive despite looking like someone super glued a bunch of knifes together. I wouldn't know it was Frenzy if I didn't go to the Wiki, but no matter that, he was funny and that's what matters.

The original Cybertronian robot modes

We don't see them for long, but the glimpses were glorious. Just look at Optimus

Gorgeous. What I wouldn't give to see the details up close. Maybe I'll go looking eventually, but this is just so nice.

We also get a "sexily rises from the pool" scene with Ironhide (probably unintentional and I am biased due to being a robofucker. In any case, very very nice and Cybertronians look so good as aliens)

"Excuse me, are you the Tooth Fairy?"

You see this kid?

This little girl was the only human I cared about in the movie until I saw just how badass Mikaela is, and how cool the military dude is. I don't like kids, but I would lay down my life for this girl.

This one scene just makes me think of what would happen if her parents showed up way earlier. Ironhide would be her guardian and it would be both adorable and hilarious because "Honey, you have to drive in a sentient alien that looks just like our car because the goverment men said so or there will be consequences and potential alien threats."

There are so many joke potentials there; the cultural barrier, the "I am the ine that is supposed to keep her safe" glaring contests, there is just so much shenanigans that could happen.

Also, tea party with the kid. Tea party with the kid.

Sam Witwicky actually reacts like an average human would when faced with the situations he finds himself in

Do I like Sam Witwicky? No, he is the kind of character that I would want to punch irl because of his personality and actions. He is disgusting. But watching him scamper and scream and stutter when faced with giant metal robot aliens that can squish him like a bug? Good, that was a beliavable reaction and I enjoyed it a great deal.

Megatron. Just, ✨Megatron✨

(the best screenshot of the few I could take while watching, no, I am not going back for a better one, he looks perfect like this)

I also laughted at how they kept him frozen like a popsicle. And not even well, like, they COULD'VE made an actual freezer and pop him in instead of using those couple of tubes just so he was displayed for all personell to gawk at. HE CRASHED IN THE ANTARCTIC!

The design looks so good, because it looks ALIEN and POINTY and AGH!!! The colors? There are no colors that would make him stand out, he looks like someone opened a cutlery drawer, mixed up what's inside, threw in some extra knifes for a good measure and then shook the whole thing until this guy materialized from the pile. It is both incredibly annoying and satisfying.

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Mr. Welker did an amazing job with his voice, I don't know what the directions were, but oh man it sure sent shivers down my spine. That is the kind of voice that spells "You are going to die" and I already have my coffin picked out.

EDIT: SO APPARENTLY! IT WAS NOT WELKER THAT VOICED MEGATRON.

It was Hugo Weaving, and yes the man did am amazing job, but I apologize a million times, I was CERTAIN that THE OG VA OF MEGATRON WOULD ALSO HAVE VOICED MEGATRON. LIKE, OKAY BAY, OKAY!

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LOOK AT THE AMOUNT OF ICE! With how quick he came back fully online once Frenzy turned off the freeze liquid tubes, I bet he was half awake through the whole thing. Systems just below idling or something, in any case, AGENTS YOU ARE SO DUMB! WHO WAS GIVING SUBPAR FUNDING TO THEM, THEY BETTER BE FIRED!

I also was glad that Sam refused to call him by the name the sector asigned to him, despite Megatron being in stasis. And that he insisted they use the correct name. Good job Sam, acknowledge the threat by the actual name and show respect to a fellow sentient lifeform. Even though said lifeform is hellbent on destruction of the universe and your world.

ALSO, AND I CANNOT STRESS THE LAUGHTER AND AMUSEMENT HERE; the sheer DISRESPECT! They don't disassemble Megatron's corpse. No, these idiots, these absolute morons decide to dump him into the ocean, letting him sink to the lowest possible point (not sure if they did say it was the M' Trench or not), where there are proper freezing temperatures - good! You're learning, good job!! - just... In full. Full corpse. What's left of him. Just blup! Down with the fishies he goes!

I understand that they probably didn't know how to approach Optimus about it, but... At least behead the guy. He came back ONCE, who is to say he won't come back again?! Safety precautions my dears.

They also completely disregard what a giant extraterrestrial metal alien rusting away on the bottom of the ocean could do to the ecosystem at large. Like, I find this incredibly amusing, because this ISN'T something most folks think about when watching a movie but we have giant squids down there. We have so much weird things down there, the ocean isn't even fully explored AND YOU WANT TO CHUCK AN ALIEN CORPSE DOWN THERE?!

Now the real question: is he a looker? *looks at the pictures* hmmmm, depends on if you like knifes. Like, really like knifes. Like really, really REALLY want to get it on with a fine assembly of kitchen knifes that were exposed to the elements but somehow haven't rusted away completely.

I think he's neat.

Needs a good long powerwash though. Preferrably with something to help the whole "I was frozen for more than 50 years and sprang back to action as soon as I woke up" thing that happened.

My man needs to take a moment and get his bearings, like dude. Please. You can conquer the world after some energon and slow system boot-up period. The strain on the systems my dude, you ain't young.

Also love that this "death" was probably reused in TFP because lord golly, do we love our faves ending up under the sea. (Though Megan took a much bigger fall, Bayverse WAS PLOPPED INTO THE WATER LIKE A NEWLY ACQUIRED FISH I CAN'T YOU GUYS I CAN'T!)

In short: I love the comedy of american military giving such disrespect to an Alien Warlord. These guys are really sealing their fate.

I loved the way they got the Witwicky family to be important to the plot

The whole "selling my great great grandpa's glasses on e-bay" thing gives us a very good self insert/OC/rewrite/movie AU potential. Don't like Sam and his disgustingness? Find a way to write a cousin or some far off relative or hell, even just someone who buys the glasses off e-bay and go wild with it!

Archibald was also clearly an inspiration for Isaac Sumdac as far as I can tell, what with both of them using Megatron as a means of helping technology advance.

Only difference being one of them lived and actually talked to Megatron after he came back online and the other got driven to madness and death due to the amount of information beamed into his brain. Isaac also acquired a space baby daughter, so the guy is absolutely luckier of the two.

Mikaela being fucking competent and badass throughout the movie, and not being just fanservice eyecandy

I could do without the fanservice, but her personality? I loved it. I loved that she wasn't crawling to Sam and wasn't being "hard to get". Which is also why I was very displeased at the very sudden "oh yeah, romance! She returns his feelings after he took her for a ride and let her vent her frustrations!". The movie is 2 hours long and they could throw in some moments where these two connect?

Welp, it is an action movie, boy gets girl no matter what, can't complain about the staple in the genre.

However, Mikaela x Optimus? Now THAT is something I considered as soon as the two locked eyes and interacted. Like, even taking my shipping goggles off, these two could have a very interesting dynamic and Mikaela could be a very good protagonist. I wonder what the movie would be like with her as the lead and Sam being the fucking moron she has to drag along with her.

BUT ALSO! Can we talk about the horrible, excruciating fact that her and Bumblebee drove around with Bee's damaged legs dragging over asphalt all the time he was shooting at 'Cons? There were sparks flying! SHE WAS DRIVING BACKWARDS! She took command of the situation and did what she could because Bee still wanted TO FIGHT!

Also, they way she beat up Frenzy? Gorgeous, I want to slap Sam's non-existent balls off for not atleast saying "thanks". The dude would be sliced thinner than cabbage if she wasn't there.

The millitary man we are supposed to care about because his wife gave birth while he was on duty and we see his baby three times in the whole movie, actually being a pretty awesome and well-written character

Look, personally, I was a little confused at the reason why we were seeing his wife and baby interacting/the scene where she thinks her husband is dead. Mostly because I don't like kids, so scenes like that, when I don't even know who the character is, have no impact at all. Him having a baby isn't going to make me like the guy more, unless I know his character. Him being absent because he's on duty doesn't mean he'll be a good dad (though he looks like the kind of man that will try his best, and I like that in a man). So seeing his wife and kid at the start of the movie seemed pointless to me.

BUT! FOCUSING ON THE POSITIVES HERE!

Lennox is a good character and whenever he was on screen I was invested in what is going to happen to him. He's the kind of action movie lead that would have me invested, despite my meh interest in mainly gun fight oriented action movies.

Essentially, loved the guy, would love to see more of him while also being able to tell what's happening on screen. Also the comedy scenes he was in were usually funny.

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Okay so these are the things I like about the first movie! It was very long, had to watch it on 2,5x speed because it simultainously dragged while ALSO giving me too much information, but the moments like these and the way my imagination latched onto characters I liked made it watchable. It isn't a movie I'd use to introduce someone to the TF franchise, but it provided me with lots of material for my imagination to run wild.

[charmandhex]

Continuation of this

For @terezis, because Ginny was very excited about the original

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“This is it?”

There’s a lot that Taako is conveying in those three words. Disbelief, displeasure, and disgust chief among them, though there might be some disappointment and dismay hidden in there as well. Kravitz looks between Taako and the pitiful museum the size of a handkerchief that the residents of the Astral Plane call a kitchen, clearly annoyed.

“What’s wrong with it?” Kravitz asks, throwing his hands up in exasperation. “You asked for a kitchen. This is a kitchen!”

“In the loosest possible sense of the term.” Taako waves a hand at the room that Kravitz has the audacity to call a kitchen, nose wrinkled in distaste. “That stove looks like it’s older than I am. No, older than Merle. No, older than you. You’re old, right?”

The look on Kravitz’s face says that if the Grim Reaper had any blood floating around in his construct body, his face would be tending toward an interesting shade of purple right now.

Taako clicks his tongue and steps in further, cautious, undecided if he’s worried that the antiques will fall apart around him or if he’s worried that Kravitz is going to attempt to actually dump him in the soul soup. He drags a fingertip across the counter. Dusty, no doubt from disuse spanning years. The refrigerator is running, but it’s certainly not winning any marathons any time soon. It’d be better off with its door ripped off and chucked into the Millers’ floating trash room. The stove is... clean. And hopefully won’t blow up the Raven Queen’s whole castle in some kind of magical gas explosion. The sink works, and Taako sincerely hopes it has a different water source than the one single body of water in this plane. The equipment is limited, down mostly to the essentials, plus one blender that somehow looks as though it may be haunted. The food sitch is even worse: there’s salt, a bottle of chocolate sauce, a frozen protein of some kind that’s seemingly been tucked in the back of the freezer for so long that Taako can no longer identify what it even is, a few magically preserved potatoes that are still sprouting, and some Fantasy Twinkies that have not been magically preserved but are probably still doing better than the potatoes by virtue (or sin) of being Fantasy Twinkies.

“Well?” Kravitz asks, impatient, tapping his foot, single, single, triple, over and over again. “Will this do?”

Taako slowly turns around, blowing out a long breath. “Listen. Kravitz. I have worked in some, uh, unconventional kitchens in my time. I have used the world’s most pathetic campfire to flambé in a rainstorm. I have made soufflé in a moving wagon. I cooked for seven people in a galley kitchen in a ship that flew forward, back, sideways, upside down, and in loop-de-loops for 100 years!” Taako’s voice rises in pitch and volume as he goes, ending by throwing his arms out wide. “So when I tell you I can handle any and every kind of kitchen, you know that’s true. But, uh, my guy, even I can’t pull together a decent meal with what you birdbrains call a stocked pantry!”

Kravitz at once starts angrily sputtering, flashes of the ol’ red-eyed skull coming through before he sighs and closes his eyes, pinching the bridge of his nose. “You’re a wizard. Can’t you- can’t you transmute or conjure food or something!”

Taako huffs before crossing his arms, leaning back into the kitchen counter. “I... can’t.” He admits. The words hang in the air for a long moment.

Kravitz seems to have traded aggravation for confusion. “You can’t what?”

“I can’t do magic.”

“Well, yeah,” a third voice pipes up, and both Taako and Kravitz jump. A young-looking elf, maybe mid-70s, walks out of the inky blackness that has a habit of collecting in corners around here. He’s scrawny, the kind of scrawny Taako recognizes from years on the road, and there’s a shadow under his eyes that Taako thinks death should have cleared up. “It’s part of that whole mess with the deal you two made. Yeah, it’s some kind of nasty magic Fate thread tangle apparently, but ‘course Istus knows more about that.”

“So it’s your fault!” Taako shouts, pointing an accusatory finger at Kravitz.

“Now hold on, we- we both made that deal- Keats, help a Reaper out here-” Kravitz pleads with the new arrival for backup.

“No, he’s right; it is your fault,” Keats throws over his shoulder as he starts digging into the Fantasy Twinkies. Taako has a new favorite employee of the Raven Queen already.

“Now- now wait just a- wait, wait, how did you already know you couldn’t do magic then, hm? Hm?” Kravitz retorts. “Trying to escape were you?”

Taako rolls his eyes. “Uh, no shit, I would have, but not even Mage Hand worked.”

“How come you wanted to do Mage Hand?” Keats asks, mouth full of Fantasy Twinkie and eyes full of mirth as he watches the show.

“To do this,” Taako answers, flipping off Kravitz.

“That’s just rude!” Kravitz throws a hand to his chest, looking offended.

“So’s making a bad deal to trap me in the Astral Plane and steal my magic!”

“I didn’t steal your magic! It’s just... tangled! And for the last time, that wasn’t even my intention, and you shook on it, too!”

Taako inhales, preparing to (loudly) relitigate this argument.

“I have a question,” Keats announces. Taako and Kravitz look over. “Taako, right? Can you make lemon bars?”

Taako blinks. “Can I- of course I can make fuckin’ lemon bars! Best fuckin’ lemon bars on that side of the veil, but that’s not happening over here right now.”

“Make ya a deal.” Keats brushes his hands together matter-of-factly. “Better deal than the one Kravitz made too.”

“That’s not a high bar.”

“Hey!”

“If you make a list of everything you need, I’ll pop over to the Prime Material Plane and make a shopping run. IF you make lemon bars. Uh-uh, no shaking on this one. I don’t want to somehow get tangled up in-” Keats waves a hand at Taako and Kravitz. “Whatever that mess is.”

“Done. Kid, you do this, and I’ll make you enough lemon bars to be a real boy.” Taako starts writing rapidly as Keats passes over pen and paper, either from his pocket or a pocket dimension, Taako doesn’t know or care.

“Thanks, but I’m millennia older than you,” Keats says cheerily.

Kravitz is sputtering again. Taako is mostly ignoring it.

“Keats, you’re grounded.”

“Yeah, but I’m less grounded than you.”

“That’s not even how it works.”

“Is too. You’re double grounded. One, you really boned this one up. And B, you have to stay here with Taako.” Taako tunes out further arguing until his (very long, because again, there is NOTHING in this kitchen) list is done. Keats takes it with a wink and a grin and an “Okay, bye!” as he cuts off Kravitz and disappears back into the shadows.

Kravitz lets out a groan before looking back to Taako.

“Don’t look at me!”

“Keats should be out for a few hours,” Kravitz says wearily. “Time passes at the same speed in both planes, and it’s been a while since he visited.”

“Cool,” Taako says shortly before he turns away, starting to open cupboards again. Someone in the Astral Plane does at least seem to care about kitchen cleanliness, even if they don’t use the thing, and Taako pulls out dish soap.

“Aren’t you going... don’t you want to go somewhere else?”

Taako looks back. “Kitchen’s not gonna clean itself, and thanks to a certain someone, I don’t have magic to help with that.” He explains, carefully weighting the individual words with every measure of his irritation.

“But I have paperwork,” Kravitz whines.

“So go do paperwork,” Taako snaps. You know, it really is a pity that Kravitz is as annoying as he is, because any other time, it probably would have been an upgrade to go from incredibly handsome man staring at him to being indefinitely stuck with said incredibly handsome man. Not that Taako’s gonna tell Kravitz that.

“But I have to make sure you don’t cause trouble.” Yeah, Kravitz’s looks do not make up for his personality. Or his bone-headed decisions.

“Sounds like a you problem, homie.” And before Kravitz can reply again, Taako shuts a cabinet door with a little more force than necessary. “Listen. If I have to be responsible for my own Fantasy Be Our Guest dinner and a show song and dance number in this particular spooky old castle then I will, but I’m not doing that in a dirty kitchen.”

Defeated, Kravitz blows out what might be his longest sigh yet. “I’ll get my paperwork.”

[phantom-curve]

Happy 2nd Borthday!! From your prompt list, 24 or 29 for Willex? AU your choice.

Thank you! So, I somehow managed to combine both of these prompts and it may or may not be absolute chaos. Inspired by the time my husband told me he learned to take my tickle aversion seriously after I full on kicked him in the balls, please enjoy ticklish Alex and regretful Willie, set in a high school AU where everyone is alive!

#24: whispering in their ear, lips touching skin & #29: tickling the other one (Rated T for language)

So, it probably hadn’t been the smartest choice to let Willie know just how ticklish he was. Usually, Alex kept that little tidbit to himself as long as he possibly could. Maybe it was because Luke, Reggie, and Bobby had figured it out in third grade and continued to use it to their advantage every chance they got. Maybe it was because his dad always told him that real men weren’t ticklish. Whatever the reason, Alex didn’t typically share how ridiculously sensitive to tickling he was unless he absolutely had to. And right now, he was desperately wishing he hadn’t ever told Willie about it. Because what he had also neglected to tell Willie, was exactly how violently he reacted to tickling. And not in a cute way, but in an actual I will seriously hurt you way.

Which was why Willie was currently rolling around the floor of the Molina’s studio, curled in on himself, moaning in pain.

“Willie?! Oh my God, I am so sorry!”

Alex wanted nothing more than to reach out to comfort the other boy but given the fact that he had just elbowed him full force directly below the belt, it didn’t really feel like his comfort would be appreciated. Willie didn’t respond with much more than a quiet groan and Alex’s guilt grew exponentially.

“Okay, okay, I’m gonna...I’m gonna go grab some ice and I’ll be right back!”

He fled from the studio before Willie had a chance to respond, tearing up the path from the studio to the Molina’s house as if his feet were on fire. Julie, bent over a Calculus book with Luke hovering distractedly at her side, raised a judgmental brow as he burst into the kitchen.

“Aren’t you supposed to be having your little study date out in the studio? Where’s Willie?”

“Hmmm, yeah, yes, I am, but uhhhh, I need some ice.”

Alex had already stuck his head in the freezer, rummaging past bagged tamales left by Tía to hunt down the ice pack he knew was lurking somewhere within the frozen depths. Luke chuckled loudly from his spot at the breakfast bar.

“What gives, dude? Did you try and impress him with your mad drum skills and accidentally chuck a drumstick at his head because you were so distracted by his beauty?”

Alex pulled his head from the ice box to stick his tongue out in Luke’s direction.

“No. Not all of us fuck up playing just because the object of our affection happens to smile at us.”

Luke’s cheeks turned a bright red and Alex silently applauded his victory. Luke hadn’t managed to properly play through the bridge of Finally Free once since Julie had started sharing the mic with him during it. Take that Biceps McSleeveless. Julie rolled her eyes, oblivious as always to the underhanded barbs passed between the boys.

“Okay, so, why are you suddenly pawing through my freezer like you’re searching for Narnia? And, again, where’s Willie?”

Alex felt his own cheeks warm to match Luke’s. It wasn’t really worth lying about, even if it meant accepting a certain amount of ribbing from Luke in the aftermath.

“I, uhhh, might have maybe told Willie about how ticklish I am? And I might have maybe hit him in the balls when he tried to test just exactly what I meant??”

Julie, to her credit, maintained a strict poker face. Luke, on the other hand, lost his shit completely, falling off the stool as he laughed his goddamn ass off at Alex’s misfortune.

“It’s not my fault!” Alex tried to protest. “I told him I couldn’t be held accountable for my reactions when I was tickled! I just...didn’t tell him that my reaction might be no holds barred violence? Fuck he’s never gonna go on an actual date with me now.”

Alex felt his shoulders slump, the shame weighing heavy on his conscience. If only he could be like the other boys, normal and not so ticklish that he completely blanked and went into fight or flight mode with his dial always turned to fight. Things had been going so well before the whole tickle incident too! Willie had been kind and patient with Alex as they worked their way through a series of physics questions in his homework. At one point Alex had even sworn that Willie got so close Alex could practically feel his breath along his neck, the atmosphere shifting into a kind of charged tension as Willie whispered directions for solving the problem right into Alex’s ear. Just the thought of Willie’s lips against the skin of his neck had Alex feeling a bizarre mix of hot and cold all over. He shivered at the memory, and then remembered he was standing in front of the open freezer door. Julie squeezed in next to him, grabbing an ice pack from one of the shelves and pressing it into Alex’s hand.

“Lex, breathe, okay? Willie probably feels just as bad for tickling you in the first place. You were as honest as you needed to be about that and he’s probably kicking himself for pushing past your boundaries.”

“Right, yeah, okay? Right? Like...we can both be at fault here, yeah? I can just...go apologize and give him the ice and everything will be okay, right?”

“Right,” Julie agreed, guiding Alex back towards the back door and shooting Luke a death glare as he rolled around the kitchen floor still laughing. “Just...go apologize and see what happens. It’s not the end of the world.”

“Okay...okay,” Alex nodded. “Not the end of the world. I fucking ball racked the dude I’ve had a crush on for months but it’s not the end of the world. Yeah. Okay.”

Julie nodded and practically shoved Alex down the path back to the studio before closing the door behind him, the lock clicking into place as a clear indicator that she would not be letting him back inside before he dealt with this. Alex tripped his way down to the studio and took a deep breath to steel himself before wrenching the garage doors open and slipping back inside. Willie had managed to move from the floor to the couch, though he was still half folded over in pain. Alex offered him the ice pack with a sheepish smile.

“I’m uhhh really fucking sorry about that. I didn’t...I should have warned you that when I said I was really ticklish I actually meant ‘don’t tickle me unless you want to be violently assaulted.’”

Willie looked up at him through his long, messy brown locks, taking the ice pack with a kind of dignity Alex only wished he could fake right then. And then, he smiled, actually fucking smiled, like everything was fine.

“Don’t worry about it, dude. I shouldn’t have tried to test it. You told me you were ticklish, and I should have left it at that. I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable.”

“Made me...made me uncomfortable? Willie, I fucking elbowed you in the...!”

Alex gestured helplessly and then realized exactly what he was doing and let out a high-pitched whine of embarrassment. Willie giggled softly.

“I mean, I was kind of asking for it. You have a right to react like that when someone touches you in a way that you don’t like. I’m just mostly sorry that I took advantage of you like that. I swear that was not how I pictured our first date going.”

Alex’s brain short circuited. Nothing but a blank blue screen as Willie’s words repeated in his mind endlessly: first date first date first date.

“This was a date?”

Not the best line, but could Alex really be blamed for such a lame response when his brain wasn’t actually properly working anymore?

“I mean...yeah I was kind of hoping it was?”

Willie laughed quietly, only a small bit of awkwardness tinging his tone.

“No, no...I mean, yeah! I...I also wanted it to be a date...if that’s...cool with you?”

Look, Alex had never claimed to be smooth. Socially awkward and anxious, yes. Smooth? Hell no. Willie stood, stepping close to Alex until the scent of his coconut shampoo tickled Alex’s nose. He dropped the ice pack to the floor with a plop, reaching up to move an errant strand of hair out of Alex’s face with ice cold fingers. Alex felt frozen to the spot, especially as Willie leaned in close, just like before, so that Alex could feel his hot breath across his neck, his words floating through the small space to twist themselves into Alex’s ear.

“Hey Alex, wanna go on a date with me?”

Alex stuttered for a short second, desperately searching for the only acceptable words to answer a question like that.

“Yes...yeah...yes, definitely.”

Willie laughed again and Alex could swear he felt the way the other boy’s lips quirked into a smile against his skin.

“Awesome. I promise not to tickle you this time.”

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[memes-in-a-half-shell]

Business AU - Working Late, Part 8

Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 3 || Part 4 || Part 5 || Part 6 || Part 7

There’s one scene in there I had in mind ever since I started writing that small fic and HELL YEH I’m gonna draw something about it at some point because fsdfbbsfbsdhbfgsbgdfguidfg it just looks aesthetically pleasing in my head.

ENJOY.

(also reminder that I base Donnie’s place on this video. The only part I change is the “kids” area - which is horrendous imo :’D - and I make into a lab/small training area)

There was something different in the air when Vee got to work the next day. This feeling that wanted to explode out in the open, an incessant rush in her veins that made her heart beat faster whenever she’d spot the terrapin. Their tasks for the day didn’t give them much time to talk, but everytime they’d be exchanging words or documents, there was this longing sensation that slowed down time to a honey sweet pace. Fingers brushing against the other, light touches here and there. Professionalism remained king in the work place and they intended to keep it as such.

By the end of the day, she knew she couldn’t leave without at least wishing a good and proper evening to the mutant. She walked to his office, remaining at the doorframe as she watched him place various papers into a briefcase. Vee gently knocked, signaling her presence, to which Donnie responded by looking up to her and adorning the cutest smile.

“At least this time I didn’t scare you,” started the woman.

“As I said yesterday, I had a lot on my mind. At least today my thoughts are a little clearer, so I can’t be easily scared. Come in!” he added, gesturing for Vee to step inside.

“I won’t take much of your time, I just wanted to check up on you before leaving.”

The turtle placed some final documents in the case, snapping it closed afteward.

“I was actually about to leave as well. Want me to drive you back home?”

“Do you have something planned?” asked Vee, raising a brow with a small smile.

Donnie faked pondering, lightly drumming his fingers on his desk: “Hmm, I suspect I might be spending the evening with a pretty lady, if she agrees.”

“Lucky her, I’m sure she’ll say yes,” winked the woman.

Already on the move, Donnie offered a hand for Vee to hold, the duo then walking together in order to reach the indoor garage at some levels below.

“Is it okay, though? Did you have something to do after work?” asked the terrapin.

“I was planning on having a drink back home, but if I can share one with you, that’d be even better.”

“How about you have that drink at my place? I have a couple of bottles that might interest you.”

“You know that if I am to step foot into your place, I will be incredibly jealous, right? ... I’m sure you must be living in a luxurious place or something.”

“A little castle in the sky, but it sure is missing a beautiful presence inside of it.”

Vee blushed, definitely enjoying the compliments that were left here and there.

Once in the vehicle, the duo made their way to the streets, the conversation light and simply glad the week was finally over. Vee did notice that their path led them to streets that featured tall buildings in the Tribeca district. For a moment she felt out of place, definitely not the target audience for such a high-end environment, but her curiosity kept her on edge only to be able to get a view of Donnie’s place. They were first facing a tower with a blank stone facade, extending so high up in the sky. The entrance’s interior was as elegant and refined as the exterior, the place giving out this feeling of prestige from every corners. As they stepped inside an elevator, Vee’s eyes widened a little as she saw Donnie press the button for the 78th floor. Castle in the sky, indeed.

As they arrived at the desired level, they were soon facing the entry door, the turtle smirking to the woman as he held the doorknob and waited.

“Ready?”

“Open the damn thing already so I can cry a little inside,” answered Vee amusedly.

The door fully opened, she couldn’t retain her gasp as her eyes started to devour the interior of what was rightfully a penthouse.

The very first few rooms she saw around left her speechless, the single thought of ‘this is bigger than my whole damn apartment’ flooding her mind. She knew there would be more, her curiosity would lead her to visit every rooms anyway. She did notice french doors leading to an outdoor balcony, her instinct pushing her to get out and take in the view.

Stopping by the the rails, she could feel the refreshing gusts of wind go through her hair, accentuating the euphoria of being so high over the city.

“So, what do you think so far?”

She turned around to face Donnie, the terrapin leaning against the open doors’ frame, always this smile on his face - glad to see her reaction. Vee tried to play it cool, shrugging.

“Heh, I’ve seen better,” she joked.

“Ah damn, and I wanted to impress,” tsked the terrapin in a similar tone.

Vee couldn’t retain her smile any longer, happily trotting back inside.

“You still have your chances. Show me the rest!”

The lower level was also home to a small office and a formal living room, but the next area was what retained the woman’s attention the most.

The kitchen was a thing of beauty, Vee unable to resist the urge to feel the marbled island and counters, in awe of the space.

“Damn, I WISH I had such a kitchen. I'd be cooking all the time!”

“You fancy yourself as a chef?” questionned Donnie.

“I do like to experiment from times to times,” she winked back.

She clapsed her hands together, bringing another subject on a rather similar topic:

“SO! What should we eat? I could even prepare something if you want.”

The turtle waved that offer away.

“Nonsense, you're my guest, you shouldn't be doing anything of that sort. … I uh-” He opened some cupboards, then the fridge and its freezer. “Wow, I have almost nothing! Except one frozen pizza for dire situations,” he added, waving a box out in the open with an unpleased expression.

Vee was instantly on board: “You know what? Fuck yeah. It's Friday night, we deserve that.”

“Now that's a line of thought I can get behind.”

As Donnie was starting to preheat the oven, Vee got closer, some questions raising in her mind:

“Although, I'm kinda susprised you don't have much variety, judging by the size of this place.”

“Not gonna lie, I need to go grocery shopping,” shrugged the mutant. “Also that tends to happen at certain times of the month. Mikey has us go through our stock, fresh and canned, in order to donate to food banks and soup kitchens.”

“That's amazing and kind!” Vee was pleasantly surprised.

“He does have this city at heart, and he loves to give back to the people,” continued Donnie. “We all love the idea. Since we can afford pretty much anything we want, it's only fair that we help those in needs. … Heck, this city has done a lot for us in the past and we had to rely on what others were throwing away for us to survive. Now it's time to pay back.”

“I find that to be very admirable,” commented the woman gently. “… Not a lot of people would do the same.”

“Indeed. It’s not because we’re mutants that it means we’re savages. We do have some heart under our shells,” he playfully added.

The oven ready, the food was placed to cook and the tour then continued. As Vee was heading to the staircase in order to reach the upper level, Donnie stopped her, pressing a button nearby and opening a encased door in the wall to reveal a small elevator.

“Show off!” laughed Vee

“What?! It can be helpful!” he quipped back with a smile.

The second floor offered two sections, one part leading to the bedroom, but the other leading to entertainement and other things. They first got to the media room, the place cozy for a nice and quiet evening.

But Vee’s eyes brought her to the glass doors that led to a juliet balcony, not wasting any time to open them and take another good look at the city.

She sighed dreamily, barely hearing the faint clinking of glasses and a bottle opening back inside.

“You like the view, don’t you?” started Donnie as he next got near, offering her a glass of red wine.

“It looks and feels like a dream. Didn’t know such a place could be found in this city.”

As she took it, the terrapin next sled his free hand and forearm gently around her waist, unable to resist the need to feel her closer... Vee did not mind, actually leaning back a little against him, gladly taking a sip of her drink before answering:

“You’d be surprised, there are bigger places laying around.”

“I’m sure they wouldn’t look as tasteful as yours.”

“Nonsense. It only looks good right now ‘cause you’re in here. ... Any places you’re in looks a thousand times better than before.”

Vee’s blush was more apparent as she could feel the other gently nuzzle the top of her head, slowly making his way to a temple and leaving a soft kiss there.

“You’re one heck of a charmer, did you know that?” added the woman with a smirk.

“I only aim to please, I can’t help it.”

She turned to face him, raising a brow in amusement.

“And so what now? You brought me to your place only so you could woo and please me?”

“That does sound like a good plan.”

The feel of his hand next cupping her cheek brought a shiver across the woman’s body, leaning slightly to his touch. His scales did feel foreign compared to human skin, but there was a certain softness to it as well that only made her crave for more...

“Each days I wake up and wonder if meeting you was ever a dream...,” softly said the mutant.

“I wouldn’t mind making it feel a bit more real to you.”

That brought a quiet chuck out of Donnie, but also gave him enough courage to lean in and place a sweet, slow kiss on Vee’s lips. Each instances would bring their bodies closer, the duo mindlessly making their way back inside and only breaking their kiss to leave their wine glasses on a nearby coffee table. It was that magnetism, a certain je ne sais quoi that sparked that fire in them whenever they’d get that close. Last evening’s passion was still lingering and right now it felt as if there had been no break at all since then. As Vee was starting to unbutton the mutant’s shirt, both heard a beeping sound, stopping them dead in their tracks. Their eyes fell on Donnie’s right wrist - his watch.

“Shit, the food,” said the terrapin. “I, uh, I’ll be right back,” he added, trying to gain back his senses. “I’ll get it out and let it cool for a bit on the counter.”

“Sure, go,” replied Vee with a small smile, slightly flustered as she replaced her crooked glasses and moved some strands of hair away from her face.

She took back her wine as she watched him go. A part of her was telling her to slow down, but on the other hand she couldn’t deny that the need was there - on both sides. What harm could there be? It was just about having a little bit of fun... She proceeded back to the hallway, sipping as her gaze scanned the decor. She heard hurried steps in the staircase, soon Donnie’s shape coming into view. He tried to play it cool as he noticed the woman looking at him, vaguely gesturing in the kitchen’s direction downstair.

“It’s ready whenever you want.”

Vee took another sip, then adding: “We still haven’t finished the tour yet. Let’s do that first!”

“There’s not much left, but alright.”

“‘Not much left’, says the guy who lives in a two-story penthouse WITH an elevator,” pointed Vee, amused.

The mutant chuckled, inviting the woman to follow him as he left a hand at the small of her back. The next part had been completely renovated in order to have one room be a small lab, and the other one be a private gym and training area.

“What kind of trainings do you do?” inquired Vee, looking around at the equipment.

“Mostly nin-uhm, martial arts,” Donnie quickly corrected himself.

“’Nin-uhm-martial-arts’, sounds interesting,” laughed the woman. “Any specialty?”

“Bōjutsu,“ he replied, grabbing a pole from a rack nearby.

Vee whistled in appreciation, her eyes scanning the weapon.

“I’ve heard that can pack quite a punch, surprisingly.”

“It’s good to whack some butts, not gonna lie,” added Donnie, rolling the staff in one hand. Then in one swift movement he brought the woman closer, the pole resting at her back. “It can also be helpful for some maneuvers,” he ended with a smirk.

“Such a tease,” said Vee, playfully tapping at his exposed plastron. “I wouldn’t say no to a demonstration.”

“Another day, perhaps.”

He let her free, putting the staff back to its resting place

“Aight, come on, one room left!”

“What about that lab part?” asked Vee, following the terrapin next.

“There’s nothing much to see, frankly. It’s pretty messy as well.”

“Or maybe you’re just a mad scientist and you don’t want me to see your evil inventions?”

Donnie faked a surprised gasp: “Alas, you’ve uncovered my secret!”

Both were laughing as they made their way to the last room; the master bedroom.

It was quite simple and charming, but the main feature remained the large windows that gave that same phenomenal view of the city. Vee took some time to appreciate the decor, sipping the last drops of wine from her glass.

“... I can’t imagine waking up every day with such a view,” she mused, her gaze drifting back to the windows. “You must feel on top of the world.”

“Wait, I can make it even better,” said the other as he moved to the light switch.

As soon as he turned the lights off, the room’s atmosphere changed, suddenly illuminated by a sea of stars below them.

Envelopped in darkness, yet glistening in colorful lights, Vee felt at peace - a hidden watcher over this tumultuous city. She next felt her glass gently get taken away from her hold, the mutant leaving it on a small table nearby. It didn’t take long for him to get back close to her, his arms surrounding Vee’s form as he stood behind her. The woman easily slipped into that feel good moment, closing her eyes and exposing a faint smile on her lips. He felt so strong, yet tender - the promise of a good man that would never do her wrong...

“... I’m so glad you’re here,” he murmured, his hands travelling along Vee’s arms in light touches.

Oh to hell with it. She decided to move out of Donnie’s hold, proceeding to remove her shirt. She turned around to face him, noticing his gaze studying her form and probably a bit surprised to suddenly see her in her bra. But she didn’t give a damn. That’s what she wanted.

“And I’m glad to be here,” she answered calmly.

She heard that deep churr rise again in the mutant’s chest, an expression of desire which would entice her so much in return... Vee couldn’t help bringing her hands to his exposed chest, feeling the faint vibration and appreciating the texture of his plastron. Her touch lowered, continuing her previous task of unbuttoning his shirt. The turtle helped a bit by detaching another button behind his neck and then at his lower back, allowing the clothing to be properly removed from around his shell’s attachment. Without a shirt, Vee could rightfully observe the terrapin’s muscles, her fingers lightly hovering his toned arms and appreciating every inches of what she saw. All it took was for their gazes to cross, her greens in his golds, to bring back that same need from earlier. Kiss me again and again, and never stop...

The feel of his lips was pure addiction at this point. A slow dance that lightened up all her senses. Soon enough he was sitting down on the bed, Vee inviting herself unto his lap only so she couldn’t break their kissing. To feel his three-fingered hands across her skin kept her in such an incessant need, feeling like she was drowning in-between her legs. The terrapin dared to unclasp and remove her bra, although the whole movement felt very natural. In return, the woman removed her glasses, as well as Donnie’s, taking a moment to admire his traits.

“... You have such beautiful eyes,” she cooed, next tenderly sliding his bandana away.

She couldn’t get over the feeling of his scales under her fingers, soon nuzzling his cheek and her lips trailing light kisses here and there.

“Fais-moi l’amour (make love to me),” she whispered.

Donnie answered with a stronger churr, his hands travelling lower on Vee’s body only to bring her closer into one delicious wave motion, her lower core meeting his hidden erection. The movements were repeated, getting a momentarily release for all that sudden need. It was when he started to hear quiet moans out of her that he decided ‘screw it‘ and proceeded to shift her position to have her lay on the bed, on her back. Bringing himself over her, he left some kisses on her lips before starting to trail along her features, his tone husky as he started:

“You smell nice...”

He went along her throat, his pace slow and delightful. His path led him lower and lower, from her breasts to her stomach.

“I’m sure you taste nice too,” he added.

Sitting on his knees, he brought Vee’s hips over his thighs, but he gave himself a pause, his palm caressing the front part of her jeans.

“You good? You still wanna go on with this?” asked the terrapin.

She nodded, biting her lip in delight.

“Absolutely, or else I wouldn’t be laying here, half naked. ... What about you?”

He smiled, already at the task of unbuttoning and unzipping Vee’s pants.

“I never want to stop.”

In one swift movement, he removed her panties as well, undressing her completely without issue. He took a moment to study her form softly illuminated by the lights outside. She was a work of art to his eyes and right now he felt like the luckiest man alive... He lovingly squeezed her hips and altered with languid caresses over the woman’s skin, only to next bring one of his hands closer to her core, his thumb starting in slow circles over her clit. He could feel the relief washing over Vee’s body, her waist lightly following his motion only so she could feel more. The greater her need, the more Donnie didn’t want to let go. He even got to slip one finger in her at some point, her moans an absolute delight as he took his time. After a moment, he dared get his finger out, his gaze plunged in Vee’s as he licked his digit with a low churr.

“... You do taste nice,” he commented lovingly. “Now I wonder how you’d feel around me.”

Vee was unable to speak, her heart beating so hard and throwing any reason out the window... As she saw Donnie about to unzip his pants, she got on the move and decided to take the matter in her own hands. They joined in a kiss as she got to the task, the mutant’s hands caressing her skin and sometimes getting lost in her hair, visibly as much in need as her for their imminent union. He was able to get out of his pants and underwear in a slight clumsy fashion, but he was quickly back on his knees, allowing Vee to observe him. Of a mixed pink and purple color, his penis did present some characteristics that were not human, such as a slightly flared tip. As it had been internal until now, the organ was coated in natural lubricant when out, most probably allowing for an easier penetration and accomodation to any partner. He was a bit longer than what Vee ever experienced with other partners, but right now her desire was surpassing any concerns. They didn’t need to speak, Vee bringing the mutant into another kiss, allowing herself to climb back into his lap only for their cores to meet and rub in a delicious manner. The world around them was a blur of shadows and lights, only their presence the most real and tangible aspect in the room. Their thoughts were a cloud of mixed emotions, but right now what mattered most was that they wanted this. They needed this. A demonstration of love they’ve been holding back for some time now... Donnie instinctively started to shift forward, getting Vee back on the mattress. He was careful enough to hold back some of his weight on her, having enough strength to sustain himself, even when the woman would cling to him. He felt her legs gently caress along his, finding the best position to hold close to his hips, his shell proving to be somewhat of a challenge. That slight shift in her position allowed for better friction, the turtle’s languid motions bringing delighted mewls out of Vee. At some points he could feel his tip trying to slip in, to which he thought ‘fuck it’ and decided to go all in. Vee’s gasp brought him to a pause, remaining inside of her only so she could adjust.

“You okay?” he murmured, encouraging her with some kisses here and there on her features.

She nodded, her fingers lovingly going across his scales at his neck and shoulders.

“I’ll go slow, I promise,” he added.

He’d never excuse himself if he ever were to hurt her, anyway. His churr rumbled again as he slowly moved his hips in a circular motion, Vee sticking to him like glue. Her toes were curling due to pleasure, her body soon following Donnie’s pattern only to better meet his thrusts. Some slurred “fuck” and “oh oui” would leave her at times, sometimes interrupted by kisses that translated all the desire in her. At some point Donnie shifted their position so they would lay on their sides, still facing eachother. He helped one of Vee’s leg to stay up, his palm resting behind her thigh, allowing her to feel his muscles at work.

“You feel so good,” he complimented, back into an amorous motion.

The friction created by this new proximity was bringing Vee on edge. She was unable to answer anything, her breathing making her lose her words. It was the only encouragement the mutant needed, nuzzling her as he kept going. Everything felt so natural. As if all the pieces of an intricate puzzle had finally been assembled. There was this sensation of completion between them, knowing that something in their bond would definitely shift - hopefully for the best.

“You like that, baby? I won’t stop. I wanna feel you cum around me...”

She moaned his name in return, her eyes remaining shut as she lost herself even more in the moment. Every touches and kisses heightened all sensations, bringing both of them to an edge they so very craved for. Feeling Vee’s body tensing up slightly, the terrapin knew she was close to an orgasm, lightly squeezing his hold on her and bringing her into a french kiss. His thrusts were a little more forceful, their bodies tingling in anticipation. It was when she gasped for air, her nails digging into his scales, that he knew she was high on a cloud. He could feel her walls deliciously clamp around him, the sensation bringing him to his own edge as well. His orgasm brought him to slow his pace to long and langorous pumps. Their moans intertwined, riding this wave together. Neither of them wanted to depart once the high died down, keeping close and slowly petting eachother. Vee did bring Donnie’s attention on her as she left small kisses along his jawline. His golden eyes seemed to shine in this surreal lighting, conveying many unspoken words. There was this feeling of peace he never experienced with anyone else before. An affirmation that this was where he belonged, in her arms, as well as she belonged in his. They were still connected and it felt so right...

“Well, now that really opened my appetite,” finally said Vee with a small smile.

He smiled in return, leaving a kiss on her forehead. His appetite was growing as well, and for many things too...

***

Only wearing their underwears and glasses, both were now cuddled up in blankets on the couch in the media room, the television on to a random channel as they were eating their pizza (which they had to reheat, to their amusement). As they finished their meal, Vee did not mind cuddling closer to the turtle, simply enjoying eachother’s presence. Her attention did drift from the television at some point, observing Donnie’s traits instead. She was used to seeing him with his purple bandana, but even with a bare face and only his glasses he still had a lot of charms. He had a kind face and the cutest snout, the mere sight of him a wonder when compared to humankind. The terrapin did notice her focus on him at some point, smirking.

“Yes? Can I help you, madame?”

“I have a question.”

“Outrageous,” he added playfully. “... Do tell.”

She shifted her position a bit, bringing an arm against his chest, softly petting the scales at his collarbone and base of his neck.

“Why do you and your brothers wear those bandanas? ... If it’s too personal, you don’t need to answer.”

His smile was renewed and sweet, his arm around her bringing his hand to pet her shoulder and skin in return.

“I don’t mind answering at all, although I’ll skip some details.... But long story short, it was a gift given to us by our father, years ago. It has a great significance for us and it’s still a great proof of all we had to learn and overcome in order to be who we are today.”

“Something symbolic then, that’s nice,” added Vee. “As long as it brings something positive in your life, that sure can be as nice as anything. .... Also, not gonna lie, purple looks good on you.”

“It’s my favorite and it’s the best color, that’s why! What’s your favorite color?”

Vee was amused by this simple question, but that brought her to move once more. She was now straddling the terrapin, her eyes scanning him as she answered:

“It’s green.”.

“Oh,” added the other in amusement. “So I guess I must be quite the jackpot for you?”

"You're everything I want..."

There was no ounce of hesitation as she leaned forward to give him a sweet kiss. Donnie easily gave in, his hands resting at the small of the woman’s back This time there was no shyness in-between them, only comfort and peace. Soon enough the television was nothing but background noise as they kept going for a second round that night...

((Part 9))