#but 2023 def wasn’t

[slythereen]

i think people need to chill about charles being mad at max lmao. yes he is a pr king but he’s still a little shit that will act on his impulses & anger, as has been proven my the multiple times he’s complained about carlos or even ferrari itself after a bad race. also: the fact that this season was written off since like 3 races ago helps: yes it would’ve been nice to win but the stakes were nowhere near as high as they would be in a title fight. when that happens -bc it will happen- i think the incident will not be let go as easily by ferrari (i like to think that they’d push really hard for an appeal or risk a lot more to gain the position back) and charles himself will do something in the race and then afterwards. all in all, i think they’re in a pretty good place at the moment and they seem to genuinely like each other and respect their opinions.

agreed! especially on the inevitability of max this season — charles was obviously pissed, but i think by the time the race was over and he’d gotten fucked by the safety car he knew it was highly likely max would have gotten by him anyway. and he called this season a wash ages ago, like you said. so while i think charles is still extremely driven to win and will fight for it, it’s definitely lower stakes and therefore more forgiving circumstances…

now we just hope that when we do get a solid title fight next year (im manifesting) that the friendship they’ve built recently will withstand the heightened tension

#also I agree charles def would have retaliated in the race if it wasn’t a wash #he said in the post race presser he was being more cautious than max bc he has more to lose #in a real full fledged fight I think he punts max back #*oracles #vegas gp 2023 #lestappen

[notasimpleslater]

Y’all I’m so confused about the Ethan and Ariana thing. I don’t know what to believe because the info came from TMZ which is not a reliable source, but so many other news outlets are posting about it.

But I’m gonna wait until Ethan makes a comment about it to be sure.

#admin post #this def wasn’t on my 2023 bingo card

[dannyricsmirrorball]

tying the knot • cl16 part 2 ੈ✩‧₊˚

ੈ✩‧₊˚ pairing || charles leclerc x gasly!reader

ੈ✩‧₊˚ genre || social media au

ੈ✩‧₊˚ summary || everyone is together on break for some reason, perhaps a wedding. question is… whose is it?

alt. y/n is pierre’s younger sister. there’s no way she’s dating his best friend aka her childhood friend… right?

ੈ✩‧₊˚ warning || google translate 😬

ੈ✩‧₊˚ a/n || so sorry this took a-bit more time to get out then i initially planned but nevertheless hope you enjoy!! one more part after this x. i lied

NOT PROOF READ YET!

part 1 here!

august 2023

liked by charles_leclerc, pierregasly, and 1,698,092 others

yourusername forever & always

username2 WHAT?!

username18 please don’t tell me we lost y/n to a guy and a marriage all in one day

username1 I AM HYPERVENTILATING

username9 WHO IS THAT MAN?

username33 y/n is MARRIED?!

username14 omfg she’s so stunning

username81 y/n cheated on me 😭

username72 everyone losing their minds over the guy but i just wanna know who from the grid went

username18 i NEED to know who was in the wedding party

pierregasly jolie fille 🩷

francisca.cgomes sexiest bride out

⤷ yourusername stop it i’m blushing 🫣😘

charles_leclerc 🤍

⤷ username55 u guys don’t think…

⤷ username16 omfg i’d actually cry if it was him, i’ve shipped them forever like they’re literally childhood friends to lovers, brothers best friend/best friends sister, slowburn irl… but realistically it’s defs not

lilymhe the cutest 🥹 but make sure he knows ur still MY wife

⤷ yourusername ofc ofc baby

⤷ alex_albon oh?

luisinhaoliveira99 congrats my girl 😍

estebanocon ouah y/n!

lorenzotl félicitations petite soeur

⤷ yourusername enzo 🥹

⤷ username62 lorenzo calling y/n his little sister I COULD CRY

alex_albon nice!

georgerussell63 congratulations! 👏

carmenmmundt 🩷🩷

joris__trouche belle cérémonie y/n!

⤷ yourusername ❤️

arthur_leclerc 😄😄

heidiberger_ blushing bride!

leclerc_pascale ma belle fille

⤷ yourusername merci maman ❤️

liked by alex_albon, charles_leclerc, and 108,873 others

lilymhe my best friend in the world got cuffed 🥂

tagged yourusername

yourusername the best maid of honour i could’ve asked for 🥹🩷

⤷ lilymhe forever babe 🤍

yourusername u next!!! alex_albon

⤷ alex_albon maybe she’ll stop calling u her wife then 😵‍💫

⤷ lilymhe NEVER

username23 OMFG LILY WAS HER MAID OF HONOUR 😭😭

username9 LILY AND ALEX WERE AT THE WEDDING!!!now we know people from the grid were defs there, now onto who else!

⤷ username11 i mean obv they would be… lily and y/n are best friends. also pierre and kika were obviously there bc he’s her brother, charles and his brothers probably too bc they’re childhood friends, and based on who else was in italy for what was obviously the hens night and bachelor party - carlos, carmen, george, heidi, danny, luisa, lando, isa, carla, charlotte

luisinhaoliveira99 the fits 🥵

alex_albon top night yourusername charles_leclerc

alex_albon top night yourusername

⤷ lilymhe omg alex

⤷ yourusername don’t pretend that wasn’t on purpose

⤷ username72 what are they talking abt?

liked by yourusername, pierregasly, and 279,093 others

francisca.cgomes parabéns linda menina. eu te amo minha irmã, sempre e para sempre. 💒

translation: congratulations beautiful girl. i love you my sister, always and forever. 💒

tagged yourusername

username15 gonna cry… kika calling y/n her sister 😭😭

username8 the best sister-in-laws

yourusername kika 🥹🥹 the best sister ever

alex_albon LMFAO y/n crying in the third slide 💀

⤷ yourusername watch it albono

⤷ lilymhe idk if my eyes were deceiving me but i’m pretty certain i saw u welling up

⤷ georgerussell63 no no ur eyes weren’t deceiving u, alex cried like a little bitch

⤷ alex_albon UM OK?? i’ve watched them grow up waht did u expect 😫 also george i know u aren’t speaking

⤷ yourusername awww that’s rlly sweet alex

liked by georgerussell63, yourusername, and 109,039 others

carmenmmundt felicidades linda 🤍

tagged yourusername, georgerussell63

yourusername carmen!! 🩷

username63 carmen slaying the wedding fit TRUST she will always show UP

georgerussell63 😍😍

username62 everyone going all in and out for y/n’s wedding, as they shouldddd

alex_albon george looking fitty

⤷ username2363 galex rights!

liked by danielricciardo, lancestroll, and 100,633 others

heidiberger_ cutest weekend! many well wishes to my girl yourusername 🤍

username4 omg danny and heidi look SO good

yourusername love u!!! thanku my love 🤍

username3 this is frfr the wedding of the year

username99 scotty and blake were there?? y/n fr knows EVERYONE

⤷ username8 love how we’ve all collectively ignored that the groom also has family and friends 😭

danielricciardo 😫

liked by scottyjames31, chloestroll, and 187,828 others

daniel3.jpg the royal wedding p1

tagged yourusername, heidiberger_, scottyjames31

username3 heidi and daniel look so perfect 😭

username82 i’m sorry but how many outfit changes did y/n have?!? i love thoooo

yourusername so glad both ur girlfriend and boyfriend could attend

yourusername omg danny 🥹 these are so perfect

scottyjames31 looking fresh DR

username6 i want daniel3.jpg to photograph my wedding

username85 her wedding was literally a DREAM. like the venue, the guest list, the multiple dresses, DANNYRIC PHOTOGRAPHY

username64 the parasols 😍

lando.jpg all my photos turned out crap sorry yourusername

⤷ alex_albon yeah bc u were on the piss mate

⤷ yourusername it’s okay lan just glad u had fun

charles_leclerc thanku daniel.

⤷ daniel3.jpg oh charles don’t thank me yet. this is part 1…

⤷ charles_leclerc daniel.

⤷ daniel3.jpg i take bribes in the form of cash 😄

⤷ yourusername money badger frfr

⤷ username36 oh no what dirt does danny have on charles?!

liked by landonorris, charles_leclerc, and 1,898,727 others

maxverstappen1 many congrats to the happy couple!

username92 even max was there?!

danielricciardo looking fitty maxxie

⤷ maxverstappen1 all for you

⤷ heidiberger_ i get the struggle now carmenmmundt lilymhe

username18 just max lookin this good for the wedding of the centuryyy

username74 losing lestappen but at least it’s to y/n

⤷ username14 ITS NOT CHARLES

yourusername thanku maxy 🩷

landonorris he’s laughing at my jokes here 😝😘

⤷ charles_leclerc *laughing at you

username16 IM SORRY BUT LIKE- charles doesn’t even follow max but he’s liked and commented….

liked by yourusername, carla.brocker, and 299,882 others

arthur_leclerc fiancé à marié 🤍

tagged yourusername, lorenzotl, leclerc_pascale, charles_leclerc, pierregasly

username84 so arthur was at the engagement…

⤷ username82 hmmm interesting

carla.brocker 🩷🩷

yourusername love uuu thurthur 🤍🤍

username80 just arthur posting for his brother’s wedding 😝

username73 the picture of the gasly and leclerc siblings with jules and tom IM SO SOFT

charles_leclerc mate where did you find that picture 😦 long time ago, great memories ❤️

username46 guys idk if u understand how crazy it was that he was at the engagement…

⤷ username55 is normal for friends and family to be there for the engagement

liked by scuderiaferrari, landonorris, and 583,378 others

carlossainz55 congrats to the happy couple!

tagged yourusername, landonorris

username18 by the tags you’d think y/n and lando got married 💀

landonorris hot

username7 carlos posting lando like they’re a couple LOL

yourusername grazie chilli 😘

charles_leclerc looking good mate 👌

username72 awww carlos was there as well 🥹

⤷ username46 obv had to be there for his teammates wedding

liked by yourusername, luisinhaoliveira99, and 677,828 others

landonorris don’t remember much 🍾🍾

tagged luisinhaoliveira99, yourusername

luisinhaoliveira99 🥰

username27 he cleans up NICE

username52 how drunk did he get? 💀

yourusername not surprised lan

carlossainz55 😍

alex_albon i remember everything…

liked by lorenzotl, charles_leclerc, 27,727 others

charlotte2304 🔔💐 love you yourusername

tagged carla.brocker

username8 ahhh leclerc wags at y/n’s wedding 🥰

lorenzotl ❤️

carla.brocker pretty 🩷

yourusername 🥹 love u love u love u 🥹

username26 y/n’s sister in laws…?

username3 stop being delulu

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isahernaez el amor está en el aire. espero que la vida de casados ​​te trate bien, la ceremonia más bonita y me lo pasé genial jugando a decir sí al vestido! 🥂💒

translation: love is in the air. i hope married life treats you well, the most beautiful ceremony and i had a great time playing say yes to the dress!

tagged yourusername

username18 ahhh i love their friendship sm

username66 isa helped pick y/n’s dress 😭 y/n never beating those ferrari wags rumours

yourusername isa 😭 thanku for everything 🥹 i’m gonna cry

luisinhaoliveira99 sooo pretty!!

username7 her and y/n still being friends 🫂🫂

carlossainz55 😍

⤷ username55 🤨

charlottesiine isaaaa 🤩

liked by pierregasly, charles_leclerc, and 109,837 others

daniel3.jpg p2

tagged yourusername, landonorris, pierregasly, francisca.cgomes, charles_leclerc

username71 danny coming in w the content he knew we wanted

username14 pierre and kika 🥹

username35 omg ofc they all jumped in the pool. wouldn’t expect anything less from this bunch 😭

username82 omfg this looks so much fun

username27 lando getting litty 💀💀

⤷ username2 lmfao look at charles tho 😭

yourusername foolish of me to think these wouldn’t make the cut but at least none of mine are totally embarra 💀

username16 oh to get drunk and party at y/n’s wedding reception w the grid + the entire f1 community

username8 sorry i’m actually creasing at charles. this must be what he was talking abt on the other post lmfao.

charles_leclerc GIVE ME MY 50 BACK

⤷ lilymhe 50? daniel u do not know how to play the game

⤷ usernams74 did charles really expect 50€ to silence the money badger?

username81 oh charles was GONE gone

username72 y/n planned this so perfectly. making sure it was during summer break when the entire grid was off so they could get wasted without having to worry

scuderiaferrari what is our driver doing…? that’s just bc your so happy right charles… right?

⤷ charles_leclerc look away admin. look away 😔

⤷ daniel3.jpg drunk on happiness 🤣🤣

liked by leclerc_pascale, olliebearman, and 120,838 others

lorenzotl nous vous avons vu grandir ensemble, maintenant vieillir ensemble.

translation: we watched you grow up together, now grow old together.

tagged yourusername, leclerc_pascale, charles_leclerc, pierregasly

username23 ummm does this mean what i think it means?!

username16 IM SORRY??? is lorenzo saying that y/n’s husband is CHARLES

username22 THIS IS HOW I WINNNNN. childhood friends to lovers EXCELLENCE

yourusername awww enzo 🥹

leclerc_pascale mes beaux enfants 🤍

arthur_leclerc oh 😒😒

⤷ yourusername youngest child struggles arth 🤷‍♀️😫

⤷ pierregasly sucks to suck

charles_leclerc oh putain how old we are!

username52 this is CRAZY like i’m so happy but i never thought this would become real

username91 going to SOB look at pascale fixing up y/n’s makeup 😭

⤷ username23 she watched her grow up and now she’s watching her marry her son 😭

username18 i still think that it’s not charles. like why would they hide that

liked by yourusername, pierregasly, and 1,720,737 others

charles_leclerc my best friend is married 🤍 si fier 😘

tagged yourusername

username99 lol nvm

username87 i’m actually going to SOB

username2 damn i’m still rooting for them

username9 the pic of him y/n and pierre OH IM GONNA CRY

yourusername ❤️

username7 WHY LORENZO WHY DID U TEASE US LIKE THAT?? MAKING US BELIEVE IT WAS CHARLES.

⤷ username86 he’s delulu like us

⤷ username72 he’s still manifesting. biggest y/n charles shipper.

username16 waiting for him to say ‘to me’ 😭 PLEASE

pierregasly mate how long ago was that 😮‍💨

username91 charles and that damn 😘 emoji

username74 i can feel the pining and yearning from here

username62 i just know mans is going thru it. he has had the fattest most obvious crush on her foreverrrr.

username43 dc what anyone says. this doesn’t mean anything. like this could still be a husband posting his wife.

liked by yourusername, francisca.cgomes, and 493,938 others

pierregasly félicitations ma petite. celebrating my best friends tonight!

tagged yourusername, francisca.cgomes, charles_leclerc, arthurleclerc, lorenzotl

username37 i’m gonna sob. their relationship is so special to me.

username14 the pic of them dancing 😭😭

username01 best brother sister duo

username16 ‘celebrating my best friends’ hmmmm ur not slick pierre

⤷ username92 or he’s just best friends w her husband. charles isn’t his only best friend.

yourusername pierre 🥹🥹

username81 IM SORRY BUT THE LAST PIC COME ON

username36 im not one to feed into rumours but like why would lorenzo, arthur, pierre, AND charles include baby pics of all of them if it’s not y/n and charles

⤷ username63 y/n is practically family to the leclerc. they grew up w her. she’s like they’re sister.

⤷ username36 see id get that but why would pierre include a baby pic of all of them instead of just him and y/n. like it’s y/n’s wedding and he’s her sister. what does that have to do w the leclercs.

⤷ username16 RIGHT like i get if the leclercs just did that but pierre also including it and tagging the leclercs… like they’re joining families idk man

username91 i’m totally not crying abt the baby pic of y/n and then the pic of her at her wedding holding her cousin’s baby

username27 i’m sorry pierre but i could recognise that jaw from a mile away

username72 all these people saying it’s charles. r u forgetting his post where he said his BEST FRIEND is married???

⤷ username46 people can like yk lie

⤷ username16 he said his best friend is married. he could mean married to him?

liked by charles_leclerc, pierregasly, and 493,982 others

yourusername a fairytale 💒

username73 her wedding was a literal fairytale

username27 the shoes 😲 jaw dropped

username86 eating up every piece of content from this wedding. especially any of y/n and her husband 😩

lilymhe my princess 🥹

⤷ yourusername loml iloveuiloveiloveu thanku sm for everything and all of ur help lils

username92 those flower girls look so cute 😭

pierregasly nuit émouvante petit. tellement heureux pour vous deux.

⤷ yourusername je t’aime

francisca.cgomes best night ever linda ✨✨

carlossainz55 so happy for the both of you 👏👏

arthur_leclerc no one deserves it more ❤️

⤷ yourusername mon petit frère 🥺

charles_leclerc ma meilleure pote

taglist: @dl-yum @honey6578 @lillianacristina @xcinnamongirl @glitterf1 @christianpulisic10

#charles leclerc #charles leclerc x reader #formula 1 #charles leclerc x female reader #charles leclerc x you #cl16 x reader #cl16 #cl16 imagine #pierre gasly #arthur leclerc #lando norris #alex albon #lily muni he #george russell #carmen montero mundt #daniel ricciardo #francisca cerqueira gomes #formula one

[rhaenella]

CL16 | Is It Over Now? | pt.1

pairing: charles leclerc x singer!reader

genre: social media au

summary: you and charles have been everyone's fave couple on the grid, but when you somewhat unexpectedly break up, you turn to songwriting to cope with the pain

face claim: léon

a/n: this is my first f1 fic & smau, let me know what you think!

･ ⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆ ･ ⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆ ･

part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5 | part 6 | part 7

･ ⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆ ･ ⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆ ･

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y/n.16updates: More hd quality photos of Charles and y/n’s argument last week. They don’t look very happy, I hope everything is resolved now…

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user5: these new pictures and all the breakup rumors are giving me anxiety ngl

user12: i refuse to believe they’re true

user17: i mean they hadn’t been seen in public for a while except for…

user8: unless either y/n or charles confirms it i’m not buying it

2 May

Liked by user1, user4 and 329,573 others

wagsf1update: y/n y/l/n and Charles Leclerc have split. After several weeks of rumors regarding the couple’s breakup, both the singer’s management and Leclerc’s team have confirmed the rumors are in fact true.

The pair were first linked together back in late 2019, but have according to the F1 driver’s team decided to end their romantic relationship of over three years, and “remain close friends”.

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user1: OMG

user6: i can’t believe it

user8: I will never believe in real love ever again

user9: charles and y/n breaking up def wasn’t on my 2023 bingo card

8 May

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y/n: 📝🎧🎵

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14 May

#charles leclerc x reader #charles leclerc x singer reader #charles leclerc x female reader #charles leclerc x y/n #charles leclerc x you #f1 x reader #formula 1 x reader #f1 x y/n #charles leclerc smau #charles leclerc fake instagram #charles leclerc fake social media #formula 1 smau #formula 1 fanfic #charles leclerc fanfic #charles leclerc fic #charles leclerc imagine #charles leclerc blurb #is it over now?

[verstappen-cult]

HOW YOU GET THE GIRL | CL16

— 03. THE DRAMA

PREV. PART | NEXT PART — [ SERIES MASTERLIST ]

summary: in which charles has an embarrassing crush on alex's childhood best friend and everyone meddles. content warnings: faceclaim is taylor hill but you can picture her as you’d like! some cursing and a tiny bit of angst because why not. time jump of a month approx.

INSTAGRAM POST

📍 LONDON, ENGLAND — JUN 27, 2023

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yourusername i kinda like it here. ⛳️

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user66 uh excuse me? the second slide???

user67 IS THAT CHARLES ???? user68 I THINK SO

alex_albon i feel betrayed.

yourusername stop being so dramatic

user69 my parents are together i still can’t believe it

user70 oh my god okay it’s happening

user71 everybody stay calm OH MY GOD user72 are they together? user71 girl go on twitter and see

landonorris let’s play and see who’s better

yourusername me ofc

charles_leclerc ❤️

user73 relationship goals

user74 lol we don’t even know if they’re dating user75 they kissed in front of thousand of people AND on live tv what are you talking about

user76 he’s too good for her

user77 who is she anyway. user78 stop being so childish, he’s never gonna date u

user79 who wouldn’t want to date her i mean just look at her

user80 all these people saying charles is too good for her like ??? SHE’S too good for him

user81 she will get bored in a few days mark my words

danielricciardo Ok but who won?

charles_leclerc i won! yourusername charlie don’t lie maxverstappen1 I don’t believe anything he says ever since I won fair and square playing FIFA and he threw the controller at me. landonorris he did that to you too? pierregasly that’s nothing. he threw a padel racket at my head, i still don’t remember anything from that day. charles_leclerc ffs shut up yourusername leave him alone you bullies

user82 i love how all the drivers are calling charles out lol

Y/N’S iMESSAGE

“that’s not how you make pasta!” you’re dying with laughter at seeing charles trying to cook.

“i asked you if i could cook!” charles can’t help but join you in your laughter, leaving the burned pasta aside.

“because you said you knew how to!”

“you better not believe anything i say.” he takes a sip of wine. the one he brought alongside the beautiful flowers that are now adorning your terrace.

“not even when you say how much you like me?” you pout, looking at him beneath your eyelashes.

charles walks the short distance to where you are sitting in the kitchen counter and you happily make room for him between your legs, arms finding your waist in no time.

“you should a hundred percent believe that.”

“mh i don’t know,” you tease, playing with his soft hair. god, you love his hair so much. “i think you should show me.”

“oh i’m definitely going to do that.”

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yourusername 💐

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user83 that’s one hell of a bouquet

user84 charles knows what he’s doing

gigihadid Can’t wait to see you this weekend!

❤️ by author

user85 i wanna be her so bad :(

user86 If it weren’t for Charles nobody would know who she is. He put her on the map.

user87 this is a grown ass man by the way user 88 i swear to god men are so in love with charles is getting kinda scary

carmenmmundt What a beautiful picture 💛

user89 tired of her comment section being all about charles

user90 fr like they forget she’s her own person user91 I just know she doesn’t like this at all, she’s always speak up about these kind of things user92 if this were to happen the other way around everyone would be insulting her

user93 CHARLES IS WITH HER RN OHMYGOD

user94 what are you taking about user93 LOOK AT CHARLES STORIES HE LITERALLY JUST POSTED THE PICTURES user95 if it wasn’t for the close up of the flowers we wouldn’t even know they’re together user96 he def did it on purpose

user97 the boys, the girls, the gays, they all like Y/N

INSTAGRAM STORIES

landonorris has replied to your story

landonorris: *chandler bing’s voice* can I BE any more obvious? charles_leclerc: just stop watching friends, i beg you

maxverstappen1 has replied to your story

maxverstappen1: Uh, so that’s why you wouldn’t travel with me. Interesting. charles_leclerc: can i use air max for the next race? 🥺

pierregasly has replied to your story

pierregasly: you guys make me sick charles_leclerc: Y/N says to shut up pierregasly: 🤮🤮🤮

yourusername has replied to your story

yourusername: i like this soft launch/hard launch thing charles_leclerc: i bet you like me more yourusername: debatable charles_leclerc: i can make you change your mind 😏

TWITTER — JUN 28, 2023

TWITTER — JUN 30, 2023

TWITTER — JUL 02, 2023

ALEX’S iMESAGGE

TAGLIST (bold means i couldn’t tag you) — @leclerc16s. @willowpains. @berrnuu. @minkyungseokie. @1655clean. @sassyheroneckgiant. @scott-mccall-could-lift-mjolnir. @nessacarty1. @a1leexxa. @storminacloud. @lovstappen. @littlehoneyfreak. @paintedbypoetry. @thatoneembarrasingmoment.

note: hiii besties, take this as an early new years present! this was supposed to be posted after dec 31st but couldn’t leave it in the drafts. there is at least one or two more chapters, so if you still wanna be added to the taglist let me know! <3

#꒰꒰ 📁 ─ verstappen cult files ꒱꒱ #f1 x reader #charles leclerc x reader #charles leclerc fluff #f1 imagine #f1 grid x reader #charles leclerc imagine #charles leclerc x you #f1 fanfic #charles leclerc smau #charles leclerc blurb

[ringsofsaturnnnn]

Okay okay, hear me out, can you make a part 2 of tell me you love me but instead of in Armin’s car it’s in jean and the readers apartment and jean doesn’t know what happened so they haven’t broke up

but while jean goes out of does something the reader and armin get a bit silly together

I just need some kind of part 2 it was so good please

— [🪐] ·˚ ༘ ✎ 𝐢 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐞

MDNI | a.arlert x fem!reader

𝘴𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘺 :: basically a part 2 to this story. you should def go check it out ;)

𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨(𝘴) :: fem reader, cheating, mentions of sexting & nudes, petnames/mean names, armin gets a little mean (hehe), unprotected sex, spanking, overstim (you really gotta squint), let me know if i missed anything

𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘦 :: RAHHH. i’m so glad you requested a part 2 to tmylm. one of my favorite stories i’ve written for sure 🤭💕 - if the buildup feels rushed it’s probably because i was so tired of it and i wanted to be done with it 😭

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the night that you and armin hooked up in the back off his car had been eating away at you ever since it had happened. you swore up and down that you’d break up with jean. he was a good boyfriend and a good person in general. he didn’t deserve to have his girlfriend cheat on him with his best friend.

the only issue was the fact that you never had any time to break it off with him. you weren’t going to do it over text, no. you weren’t that heartless. however, was cheating worse or better than breaking up with your boyfriend of two years over text?

you and jean had messed around a few times after hooking up with armin. the only issue with that? you nearly moaned armin’s name on accident, more than once. now that would have been a disaster. what made it worse was the fact that jean couldn’t make you cum. not like armin could anyways. many times you just faked your orgasm, opting to finish later when you could whimper armin’s name while you pathetically fucked your fingers.

night after night, you lusted after armin. you would stay up texting him while jean’s arm was slung loosely around your hips. his “who are you texting” questions were always shrugged off. you always lied, saying it was mikasa or your group chat with the girls. he didn’t need to know that you were sexting his best friend behind his back.

your wish to see armin again finally came true when jean told you that he had invited armin over for a movie night. you nearly fell off the couch in excitement. “really?!” you said almost too excitedly. “mhm..” your boyfriend nodded his head, continuing to scroll on his phone.

you were giddy with delight as you quickly rushed to text armin.

see you soon 💕

it wasn’t long before you saw the familiar three dots, letting you know that armin was responding.

yeah. see you soon, cutie 😘

it wasn’t long before armin was knocking on your apartment door. “i’ve got it!” scurrying over, you flung the door open, a wide smile on your face. “armin! so good to see you!” you feigned innocence, acting like you hadn’t been fingering yourself to the naughty pictures he’d been sending you.

“hi y/n. it’s good to see you too.” the blonde innocently leaned down to hug you, groping your ass in the process. a small gasp escaped your lips, but you made sure it was quiet enough that jean wouldn’t hear.

“armin!” your boyfriend emerged from your shared bedroom. stepping away from the blonde, you allowed him and jean to hug before they started talking. following them towards your living room, you sat down on the chair while they sat on the couch together.

it was a struggle to not just stare at armin. all you could imagine was his beautiful blonde locks glued to his forehead. his fingers gripping your hips. his cum leaking out of your sopping cunt. his moans. his pants. his whines. him. all you could think of was him.

about halfway through the movie jean’s phone rang. “shit, i gotta take this. it’s eren.” getting up, the male rushed into your shared bedroom so he could answer his other friend.

you and armin made eye contact, small blushes covering both of your faces. “i haven’t stopped thinking about that night..” you finally admitted after a while. armin couldn’t help but smirk, nodding his head. “me either, darling.”

it wasn’t long before jean was coming out of your bedroom. “hey guys, eren needs me to run over to his place. something’s going on.” looking at jean, you blinked. “is he okay? do me and armin need to come too?” shaking his head, jean motioned towards the tv. “just keep watching the movie. i’ll be back soon.”

your boyfriend walked over and placed a chaste kiss to your forehead before waving goodbye to armin and walking out. when he was gone, you and armin made eye contact again.

should you..? it seemed like both of you were thinking the same thing because it wasn’t long before both of you were standing, moving towards one another, and kissing each other passionately.

it wasn’t long before you found yourself in your bedroom, both yours and armin’s clothes discarded on the floor. “face down, ass up.” armin commanded. you eagerly did as he told you, shaking your bare ass in his face. he let out a grunt before spanking the soft flesh. it jiggled underneath his palm, making him smirk.

“god, you’re kind of a dirty little slut, aren’t you..” he teased. you felt the mattress dip under armin’s weight. his fingers immediately found your waist, squeezing gently. “‘m gonna fuck you so good, baby. my cock’s been missin ya, you know.” he groaned.

it wasn’t long before he was sinking himself inside of you. “oh yeah. fuck, you’re so goddamn tight.” he hissed, immediately starting to rock his hips into yours. your eyes rolled into the back of your head as his delicious cock filled you up.

your fingers gripped your bedsheets as you moaned. “can’t believe you’re letting me fuck you on the bed you share with your boyfriend. do you have any shame?” his tone was condescending as he bullied your insides with his dick. “hm? do you feel any shame that you’re about to get fucking bred on your boyfriend’s bed?”

armin was still mean as ever. but, like always, you weren’t complaining. his rough words were turning you on as he gently tugged on your hair. the action forced your head up. your eyes immediately locking onto the picture that sat on the nightstand next to jean’s side of the bed.

a picture of the two of you.

being the oh so observant boy he was, armin immediately knew what you were looking at. “aw, how cute,” he chuckled. “staring at a picture of your boyfriend while his best friend fucks you like the pathetic little puppyslut you are.” you whimpered helplessly, making him laugh. “aw, little puppy is whimperin’” he teased.

“keep looking at it. keep looking at the picture while i rearrange your guts, pretty thing.” you struggled to keep your eyes open as his thrusts got harsher.

“oh fuck. i missed your sloppy cunt. i missed the way it squeezed me, oh shit.” he groaned, tossing his head back. “your cunt still knows who it belongs to. tell me, has jean made you cum since you’ve fucked me? or have you had to fake it?” it was almost like armin knew how pathetic and helpless you were for him.

“f-fake it..” you whined helplessly as your fingertips gripped the bedsheets even tighter. “yeah, that’s what i thought.” he chuckled before spanking your ass. he gave a few more thrusts before pulling out. “hey-“ armin didn’t give you a chance to complain.

flipping you over, he pushed you on your back so he could look at you. slipping himself back in, he immediately started pounding into you with reckless abandon. the noises were lewd and the air smelled like sex.

“m-min! min, min, min..” you mindlessly babbled as he leaned down to sink his teeth into your neck. “yeah, that’s right. call daddy’s name like the good little girl you are. let jean know who owns you.” he whispered in your ear.

“c-cumming!” you gasp before releasing all over him, whimpers and moans escaping you as your high flooded through your system. he chuckled, pressing a kiss to your sweaty cheek. “that’s right. cream all over your daddy’s thick cock.”

your eyes rolled into the back of your head as he continued to pound you. “i-i love you..” you whined. “i love you. i love you. i love you!” those three words rolled off your lips as your legs began to shake. “a-armin, i love you!”

armin groaned as he sank his fingers into the soft flesh of your hips. “aw, you love me?” he chuckled. he was slowly nearing his own release, beads of sweat perspiring off his forehead. nodding your head, you panted loudly. “love you s’much!” you squealed.

armin chuckled before leaning down to capture your lips in a sloppy kiss. “i’m gonna cum, sweetheart. i’m gonna fucking cum inside your tight little hole and it’s gonna leak out and make a mess all over your bedsheets.” he kissed you again and again as you panted against his lips.

“o-oh fuck, min!” your fingernails dug into his shoulders as his hips stuttered. it wasn’t long before he was spilling into you, making your eyes roll back yet again. “o-oh fuck..” you whisper as his high slowly came to an end.

panting, armin pressed a sweet kiss to your forehead. “you did so good, sweetheart. so, so good.” his words were sweet as he brushed some of your hair off of your sweaty forehead. the sight above you was a sight to behold. armin’s golden locks were plastered to his forehead, just like they were in his car.

after a few minutes, armin started moving his hips against yours yet again. “let’s make a mess, shall we? i’ll make sure jean knows that i can make his girlfriend cum more than he can.” he chuckled deviously. through your somewhat fucked out haze, you managed to speak.

“i-i really do l-love you armin..”

“aw, i know you love me.”

#armin arlert #armin #aot smut #armin arlert smut #armin arlert x reader #armin arlert x reader smut #armin smut #aot x reader #armin x reader #armin snk #snk armin #armin x y/n #armin aot smut #armin x you #armin x you smut #armin x y/n smut #˗ˏˋ saturn’s stories ´ˎ˗ #→˚₊·🐚 ੭* r.o.s | a. arlert

[absolutebl]

Hello, hi.

Next week is Cherry Magic's last episode and I'd like a suggestion as to what to watch next. Since last year I've watched some shows that I've enjoyed to different degrees. So far I've vibed more with the Japanese ones and only have watched two Thai shows: step by step and cherry magic.

I definitely like cherry magic more but I'd like to watch some more Thai bl, as I can see they're very popular, but honestly I don't know where to begin. I don't know if mentioning my favorite shows would help?

Old fashion cupcake

Cherry magic (JP)

I cannot reach you

Semantic error

Thank you so much in advance 🙌🏽

This is a perfect question for me!

I think you're vibbing more with Cherry Magic Th because it's following the original yaoi so closely, so it's def more JBL feeling story than it is ThBL.

Okay so your favorites are:

Old Fashion Cupcake

Cherry Magic original

I Cannot Reach You*

Semantic Error*

You've named some of my all time favorites, and 2 of my VERY few top 10s*. (For more of my top 10 JBLs, try here (pre 2023). For my top 10 KBLs, those are here. And my top BLs of all time are here.)

But you want Thai recommendations?

Before I start, off script, seek ye Seven Days. It's my favorite JBL of all time and it's absolutely amazing and very special. It's in two parts and worth every effor to try to find. Here's me talking about it.

First, let me triage some connective tissue.

It seems like you like soft and gentle BL. (Try this cozy list.)

You like JBL so that means higher filming standards and certain aura of authenticity.

Also a lower heat level.

Okay, here are 10 Thai BLs I think you should try, in order...

10 Thai BLs to try if you prefer soft Japanese BL

1 Until We Meet Again (YouTube)

UWMA is, without question, a work of narrative genius with a powerful and cohesive romantic backbone and stellar performances. It is (to date) the only Thai BL that I’ve rated a 10/10 predominantly on the basis of story structure. That said it is also very well cast (and it’s a BIG cast), with solid production values, and enduring pair branding and a softness and complexity that should appeal for a JBL stan. More of my feels on this on here.

trigger warning on the original trigger

2 I Feel You Linger in the Air (iQIYI or grey)

I truly loved this time travel romance. IFYLITA is an exquisite BL, from filming techniques to narrative framework (much like Until We Meet Again). Steeped in history and family drama it edges into lakorn AKA soap opera. This is an elegant and classy BL… from Thailand which normally doesn't even try for classy. The main couple (both as a pair and individuals) were excellent, particularly Bright (Yai) whose eye-work acting style is a personal favorite of mine. Pity about the ending. Oh it wasn’t that sad but it wasn’t great either. However, JBL isn't noted for sticking the landings either. Full review and discussion here.

3 My Ride (Gaga)

Thai BL grew up with this little pulp (the first ever to make my end of year top 10). It’s a truly lovely and special little show featuring the extremely rare pairing of sunshine/sunshine (AKA a cinnamon roll couple) plus mature explorations of relationships using one of the softest, sweetest and most innocent friends to lovers vehicles. Kindly, overworked doctor meets broken-hearted motorcycle taxi driver in an “other side of the tracks” slow burn romance. The support cast is excellent, making for great friendship groups and family dynamics. With honest queer rep that adds to, but doesn’t impede, the story, and genuine conversation about the nature of class, wealth, and classism, not to mention communication, honesty, and respect for boundaries, you can’t go wrong with this show. Full review.

My caveat with this one is, like Step by Step, it is a Thai pulp which mean production values will not be up to Japan's standards. So if you bounce hard off the style of the first few 2 eps, it doesn't get better, so drop it and move on.

4 A Tale of Thousand Stars (YouTube)

With great casting and cinematography this drama nods at BL tropes but manages to elevate them (and itself) with a strong mature story concept about a spoiled rich kid who gets a heart transplant and becomes a rural teacher in order to pay out survivor’s guilt. On the way he falls in love with a local park ranger and contends with his own classism and escapist tendencies. Everyone seemed to perfectly suit their roles and GMMTV made the most out of its stable. Combined with excellent production (and post production) values, 1000 Stars is without question GMMTV’s most mature, charming, and smart BL series. I think it should go down as one of the top BLs of all time. I feel safe recommending this one to friends and non BL watchers.

5 He's Coming to Me (YouTube)

Boy and ghost boy fall in love, must solve ghost’s murder. Peak pining but also pretty tame, features my favorite sweet but important coming out sequence. The third in my precious triumvirate of unbeatable Thai BLs, that are only nominally BL because the story, acting, and production values are so good. (others are UWMA & 1k*)

You don't mention any PNR or high concept, but I still think it's worth giving this one a try.

6 Moonlight Chicken (YouTube)

I enjoyed this complicated little show, even though it’s spectacularly messy gay with lots of shrapnel and authentic pain. I thought the leads (EarthMix from 1k*) turned in their most compelling performance to date. But it was GeminiFourth (My School President) who stole my heart. That said, the most interesting central relationship was that of Jim & Li Ming, their father-son angst mixed with evident affection made me tear up. This was more slice of life than it was BL, but it ended happily so I’m not mad at it. Full review here.

It's not as soft as you like, but you might try it anyway, because it is Very Good.

A note if you watch this and enjoy GeminiFourth, you could try their BL, My School President. I chose not to explicitly rec it to you because it's VERY Thai Bl with lots of comedy and slapstick, and you named prestige JBL and KBL (which are the anthesis of this). Taht said, MSP has no more or less than Japan's Cherry Magic, so you might enjoy it.

7 Make a Wish (grey)

An odd pull but I'm going with it. This PNR (from noted Y-novelist Sammon - Manner of Death & Triage) about a doctor who can see the dead and strikes a bargain with a wish-granting irreverent tree angel - naturally they fall in love. The Thai afterlife is incredibly bureaucratic but I enjoyed the premise and the unfolding of the story (it’s not predictable but still satisfying and with nice little twist). I like that the doctor is just gay af and has a fag hag bestie and everything. The cast is excellent but the comedic stylings could feel too overblown and tonally off. (But again no more than something like Japan's Cherry Magic.) It had sad parts and did make me cry but is ultimately happy with a great sex scene, good smiley kisses, and all the agency.

8 Bed Friend (YouTube -cut version, iQIYI - v high heat)

You didn't name My Personal Weatherman (a great high heat JBL from last year) but if you want to try some Thai-style high heat, this is your best bet. Office frienamies transition a flaming hot one night stand into a f-buddy relationship that is built on a puppy/cat dynamic (and kinks into it at one point). Our puppy is loyal, smitten, and protective with endlessly longing eyes, while our cat is snarky, prickly, and deeply damaged (ALL THE TRIGGERS). NetJames give lovely high-heat with excellent chemistry and tuned-in performances of surprising depth, the story ultimately fails them at little as it waffles and went off the rails. But that's a Thai BL thing. Full review here.

Triggers include: child abuse, attempted rape, family abuse

9 The Eclipse (YouTube)

This is a good show but the cast is excellent and the leads are absolutely flawless, which elevates it beyond just good. We got a nuanced and multifaceted burgeoning relationship: philosophical (and socio-political) conflict contrasted to moments of empathy; flirtation contrasted to moments of genuine affection, plus plenty of angst. This narrative is less about love than it is about courage and tenderness. However, near the end the pacing was off and the plot frustrating. Still, this is an enjoyable watch, with a finale that features verbal consent and a fun blooper reel.

10 Love By Chance (YouTube)

Okay I dithered a lot over this last one and finally chose this. Because in an intro to Thai BL you should have at least one trail by fire and that's bound to be a MAME offering.

AePete’s meet cute is one of the best ever put on screen. They are just so genuine and soft with each other, it’s hard not to love them from the first moment. All the best Thai BL tropes deployed (and there are a lot of them) are earned honestly by the narrative, including the seme/uke dynamic (such as it is). The characters are unique as this is a poor/rich pairing, where Ae is tough & scrappy, caring & protective, and probably demisexual, while Pete is timid, shy, lonely, and out gay (with his peers). The language is also glorious with Pete using formal (even old fashioned) register, while Ae is entirely rude. You can train your ear for Thai high & low registers with this show (in fact, it's why I started learning them). As surrounding characters point out, they shouldn't work together, and yet they're very much wonderful when they are together.

HOWEVER: You watch LBC for the mains, ignore the sides (trigger warnings), and don't bother with any of the follow ups and you'll be fine. AePete will remain in your heart for a really long time. They are still one of my all time favorite couples. Also (still) two of the Thai BL industry's most famous actors.

For those who are wondering, yes the last contender was, indeed, Bad Buddy. But I chose LBC purely on the basis of softness.

There it is.

I hope I have picked some winners for you and please loop back around and let me know how it goes?

I really want to know if any of these worked for you, this was such a fun challenge.

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#10 Thai BLs to try if you prefer Japanese BL #thai bl recommendations for those who don't really like Thai BL #Thai BL #Japanese BL #Old Fashion Cupcake #cherry magic #cherry magic th #I Cannot Reach You #semantic error #UWMA #Untile We Meet Again #OhmFluke #I Feel You Linger in the Air #My Ride the series #A Tale of Thousand Stars #EarthMix #Moonlight Chicken #geminifourth #He's Coming to Me #Make a Wish #bed Friend #NetJames #The Eclipse #Love By Chance

[assiraphales]

I don’t know if this is like a mutual feeling or not but I wouldn’t mind zorosan that much if it wasn’t shoved down my throat at every turn. Like I get the whole enemies/frenemies to lovers troupe but they have zero romantic chemistry in the manga compared to zolu.

I think I personally am in a unique position as someone who followed the opla to animanga pipeline because I had NO previous knowledge of the fandom. I hadn't heard of any of the ships, I hadn't read any of the discourse (I didn't even know it was about pirates lmaoo) so i've never been a part of the one piece fandom when zoro n luffy wasn't a main ship / part of my experience. I know its always been a ship, but based on posts i've seen and ppl i've talked to it def was an underdog compared to being the dynamic a lot of newcomers like myself instantly gravitated towards -- to the point it was number 42 on tumblrs 2023 ship list despite the show coming out in september.

i didn't see it in the la, and the animanga has only concreted the fact that zsn is not for me. i'm not a big fan of constant rivals ships in the first place, but when zoro n luffy exist..... there was no chance.

with that said. I think bc I entered when zolu is a corner of the fandom that is widely excepted and growing by the day, I never had zsn shoved down my throat. which is a v different perspective to the ppl who have been shipping zolu for years/decades. I HAVE seen snippets. the weaponization ace luffy discourse, saying opla gave fans the "wrong idea" about what relationships were important (which is more embarassing for them imo bc it goes to show perhaps they were the ones not paying attention to canon, and taking zoro and luffy moments and trying to completely erase luffy from the equation (thriller bark). i have gotten hate anons. BUT like all fandom spaces, the negative side is loud but not a true representation of who whole -- I have mutuals n followers who ship it, etc etc (and I don't want to talk badly about something they enjoy)

this turned into a long answer -- apologies -- but just perhaps some background as to why I tend to leave shipping discourse untouched. I already ship THE ship that's as close to soulmates in the op verse that we've seen, and bc i'm a fairly new member of the fandom..... I just don't think i've seen a lot of what others have

#HMMMMMM #I do have fighting words i've just never used them yet #zolu

[livwritesstuff]

Hello friend! I’m 1,000,000% obsessed with your Steddie dads ‘verse and I had an idea.

Which of the girls was the first to bring up the word “rizz”?

Which of the girls uses it the most?

Thank you in advance! ❤️

this is so funny because i was literally just thinking about this

I feel like Hazel is the first one to start saying rizz. As of early 2023 (when I feel like it really started to make its internet rounds), Hazel is two things – 1) chronically online, and 2) sixteen years old. 

(Sidebar – rizz is def the first word that Hazel has to explain to Moe. The age difference between Moe and Hazel (five years) is very similar to me and one of my younger cousins and she has to explain pop culture shit to me constantly. ‘tis humbling to say the least).

Neither Eddie nor Steve really give it all that much though until it becomes Oxford’s word of the year. Then, they’ve got questions.

I feel like, out of the whole family, Steve is actually the one saying rizz the most, but he’s using it wrong on purpose to annoy his children (I feel like he does that with all the young-people terminology – he definitely would take a picture of the girls and say “this is a selfie, right?” knowing full well that it wasn’t).

He’ll be shuttling Hazel out the door for school or something and be like, “Let’s go, Haze. Gotta have that on-time rizz.”

“No.”

One time, when the whole family is home for a movie night (it’s Hazel pick – she goes with a nature documentary about bears to flex everything she’s learning at her vet internship), Robbie and Eddie are going on and on about how cute the bear cubs are, and why are they so fuzzy if you’re not supposed to pet them?

Steve’s response to this is, “You could say they’ve got that wild animal rizz.”

Cue Hazel and Robbie’s pained groans.

“Hey, I actually liked that one,” Moe comments, sounding vaguely impressed.

#steve and eddie end up debating over who has more rizz #unfortunately for both of them robin and nancy are present for the debate to remind them that the answer is a resounding *neither*

[finn-m-corvex]

Whumptober 2023 Day 3 - "Make it stop."

Skybound angst time to shine! This is the first time I've ever tried to write Skybound anything so it was a brand-new experience for me! I don't know if I quite did it justice but I gave it a shot. Little disclaimer that all of these may read as a bit disconnected and that's mostly because I've written 30k words in like, less than a week and it's hard to keep things diverse. I'm def reusing phrases and words but oh well!

@splinnters your third tag of the day! Hope you're doing great man!

Words: 2.2k

He cried out as his head collided with the stone behind him, blood splatterings from previous beatings painted across the wall. Ducking his head, it took everything in him to hold in the meager scraps he had been given for lunch, and in his despartation he tried to tuck his legs up, flinching as the one weighed down by the vengestone ball and chain ached in response.

Another fist smashed into his face, and Jay felt his nose break under the force. It was far from the first time. Someone else grabbed his hair, yanking, holding his head up as he was punched again and again and again. The rough hands cradled his chin, fixing it in place and leaving Jay’s bloodied face on full display for the pirates in the room.

Pirates?

Why the fuck was he back here?

Jay tried to plead with them, but one of them drove their boot straight into his injured stomach. The bullet wound Flintlocke had given him screamed in protest, and this time Jay did vomit onto the ground, and his head started swimming when he saw tiny flecks of blood mixed into the bile. He couldn’t make out any of the pirates’ faces, but he didn’t know if that was because of how dark it was in his tiny cell or because of the vision loss in his left eye.

“Look at him, Flintlocke,” one sneered; it was the one pulling his hair. “Ain’t he such a cutie?”

“Quite right,” Flintlocke drawled, and the accent alone almost made Jay want to shit himself, “but I think he’d look a lot better if we roughed him up some more.”

“Would the captain be okay with that?”

“I think Nadakhan would give you extra if you did that,” and Jay could hear the smile playing on the firstmate’s lips. “And we all know how much pirates like extra.”

Everyone else started cackling, and the sound made Jay’s blood run as cold as Zane’s ice. He needed to get out of here; he didn’t know how he was going to do it, but he had to get out of here. Someone must’ve seen him struggling to get away, because his head was quickly slammed back against the wall and someone else’s foot slammed down onto his injured leg. Jay yelled but bit his lip, determined not to let them get another peep out of him.

He wasn’t breaking. He had survived this ship once, he could do it again.

Not again.

“Listen here, boy,” Flintlocke said, and his face was blurred even though he had crouched right in front of Jay’s sight. “We’re not looking for information. The only thing we want is to see that precious face of yours as bloodied up as we can possibly get it. And you know what that means.”

“No,” Jay breathed, panic rising when he saw the firstmate walking away. Flintlocke had never been friendly to him, but he always kept the rest of the crew in line. Without him here…”You can’t leave me here with them! Flintlocke!”

“Have fun, boy!” he hollered, flicking a two wave salute behind him that had Jay’s heart plummeting, “and good luck! We both know you’re going to need it!”

“Wai-” Jay didn’t even have a chance to finish his sentence before another fist was flying into his face at an alarming speed, throwing his head to the side and cracking his jaw. He coughed, spit flying from his mouth as the other pirate kicked him hard in the ribs. Jay felt something crack in his chest, and dark blood tinged the spittle dribbling down his chin.

His head was wrenched upwards again. “Aw look, he’s crying!”

Jay didn’t even realize that teardrops were rolling down his face until it was pointed out, but now that he knew they felt white-hot against his skin, but the shame welling up from inside of him burned more.

“Please,” Jay whispered, trying to dislodge the man’s grip on his hair, “you don’t have to do this.”

“Except I do, little boy,” a wicked grin filled with sharp teeth and breath that could melt acid, “because orders are orders. But I guess you would know that more than anyone, right?”

A metal pipe came flying in from the side that Jay couldn’t dodge in time. The blow sent him to the floor, reeling, gasping as his vision went white from the pain. He thought that it would’ve been the good ol’ one tap two tap system where they would hit him once, ask him a question and then hit him again.

It was not the one tap two tap system.

Again and again, the pipe came down with the force of a thunderclap, bruising and breaking his skin with resounding smacks, and Jay did his best to escape to no avail. Before long he was hauled up by his armpits and forced to sit there and take it as the pirate assailed his ribs, crack after crack as they snapped one by one. Jay was crying out with every blow, yelling when the pirate went after his knee, dislocating his kneecap with ease. He grinded the heel of his boot onto the kneecap, making Jay yell and sob with pain as the other pirate forced him forward.

Now bent in half, Jay tried to push himself back up, only to quickly give up once the man had started raining punishing blows against his spine. It stung against his still fresh lash marks from the most recent whipping, and Jay could feel his breath leaving as his face was pressed farther and farther into the floor. Never before had he been so glad for Wu to give him so much flexibility training.

One of the pirates was chuckling as Jay was finally given a reprieve. “Guess I can see why the captain likes you so much, eh? I don’t know a lot of men who can do the things you can.”

“Make it stop,” Jay gasped, and he was ashamed of himself for begging. Why was he begging already? Hadn’t he taken worse on this goddamn ship? “Please, make it stop.”

Sighing, the pirate with the pipe leaned down next to Jay’s ear, making him shudder in disgust. “You know as well as I do, boy, that there is no stopping once we’ve started. Now, care to sing for us a little more?”

Taking a hold of his hair again, Jay sobbed as his face was lifted off of the filthy wooden floor, and he barely had a second to catch his breath before it was being slammed back down into the planks.

But it was different this time.

The pirate kept smushing his face down. Jay could feel the blood coating the bottom of his mouth as blood was forced out of his nose, and he very quickly realized what the pirate was planning to do.

Jay was going to drown.

First Master they were trying to drown him in his own blood.

He thrashed in place, desperation forcing his already chipped nails to claw at anything they could grab until his hands were pinned under someone’s boots, standing painfully on top of his bruised fingers. Jay tried to thrust up with his hips and dislodge their grip on him, but the pipe just came back down with a harsh blow, and nothing he tried was working.

Vision blurring, Jay could feel his chest to constrict and turn in on itself, his awareness starting to fly away in a dreamy haze. He opened his mouth to yell, to cry, to beg for mercy but the only thing that filled it was his own blood. Choking on it, Jay tried to spit it out, but opening his mouth again only made it worse when the pirate pushed harder.

Nothing. There was nothing he could do.

Crying profusely, tears mixing with the blood rolling down his face, Jay let his vision go black, only praying that the ship wouldn’t be the thing to greet him if they ever let him wake up.

“Jay!”

What? Who was that?

Thinking that it was impossible, Jay opened his eyes, seeing the white walls of his room at the Airjitzu Temple greet him as he woke up. There was a hand on his shoulder, rubbing gently, and lips pressed to his hair before giving kisses to the skin behind his ear. Belatedly, Jay realized that the person’s other hand was rubbing soothing circles on his chest, and the flood of panic that had been overwhelming his senses finally subsided.

He knew who this was. “Nya-”

“I’m here, Jay,” she said softly, moving her lips down to his neck and pressing more feather-light kisses to his collarbone. “I’m here, so let’s just take a deep breath and try to relax.”

Inhaling, the breath got caught in the back of Jay’s throat and he started, hand going to his chest and checking for any injuries. Nothing fresh, but the raised bumps of his scars made his fingers tingle with repressed feelings, and Jay curled into himself as he started feeling like he was floating. He needed grounding and he needed it now.

“Do you need your gloves?” Nya asked, watching as his hands started shaking uncontrollably, his element threatening to encompass his fingers and sparking at the tips. Jay nodded wordlessly.

Reaching for the garments on his bedside table, Nya was quick to stuff his hands into them and make sure that they were secure, and relief crashed over his body when the pressure started giving him something to focus on and from the knowledge that his lightning couldn’t hurt Nya. Apparently Nya had been here longer than a few minutes, as she already had his weighted blanket out and ready. She unfolded it and spread it across the both of them, and Jay reached for her wrist when she moved to get out of the bed.

“Wait,” he said, feeling his voice crack with emotion. He didn’t want to be alone, “please, I need you here. I-I’m scared.”

“I know, sweetheart,” Nya said, and Jay sobbed from how gentle her tone was. “Sit up for me, okay? I’m gonna spoil you a bit.”

He did what she asked, sitting up and watching as she laid down against his headboard and boxed him in with her legs, crossing them over his waist and cushioning his head against her shoulder as he laid back down. Pulling the covers up and over both of them, Nya whipped out her phone and set up the kickstand so it would balance on Jay’s bed. Jay had his eyes shut, so he didn’t see whatever she clicked to start playing, but he immediately relaxed upon hearing the sound of his favorite Starfarer movie.

The sounds of Fritz Donnegon and his trusty crew washed over him, drowning out whatever remnant of the nightmare that still clung to his skin. He was flat on his stomach on top of Nya, and he was all too happy to just watch the movie as her hands started doodling random shapes across the skin of his back. At least he thought they were random until one of the lines was unmistakable: she was tracing his scars.

Both of them had spent so much time getting him readjusted to positive touch, and one of those exercises had been tracing the scars littering his back. Jay would sit crisscrossed on the floor with a stress toy or a pillow, doing whatever he needed to do to keep himself calm as Nya would rub her hands across his back from top to bottom. The memories brought back some joy, and Jay wrapped his arms around his girlfriend’s waist, only giving half his attention to the movie; the other hafl was going to the way her hand was carding through his hair.

“I think I wanna start growing my hair out,” Nya murmured, and Jay gave her as much of a surprised look as his sleep-adled brain could conjure.

“Any reason why?”

He was pretty sure he knew why, but Nya only shrugged. “No reason in particular, I just want to try something new.”

“Something new is always good,” Jay said, a large yawn escaping his mouth. The hand on his back drifted further up to his shoulderblades, and Jay knew that he would’ve started purring if he were able to as her short nails scratched the melt spot right below the nape of his neck. “I can do it too.”

“You hate your curls,” Nya chuckled, “even if I think they’re one of the cutest things about you.”

Jay blushed, and Nya giggled as the red stretched from his rosy cheeks to the back of his neck. She was quick to wipe his tear tracks away, kissing his forehead and then his cheekbones.

“Maybe I can learn to like them,” Jay said quietly, “at least, I think I want to start trying to.”

“And that’ll be good for you, dear,” Nya said. “It’ll be good for both of us.”

“Mhm,” Jay agreed, and he craned his head up to press a kiss to Nya’s chin. He kept trailing kisses downwards until he reached her breastbone, where he knew the scar from the poison still lingered under her shirt. He nuzzled against it, hearing Nya’s breath catch and her hand still on his shoulder. Having Starfarer play in the background wasn’t exactly how he envisioned this moment going, but Jay wasn’t particularly picky.

Until Nya had to go on and rain on his parade.

“We’re going back to sleep, Walker, that’s enough action for you.”

“But I didn’t even get to do anything!”

#whumptober 2023 #finn's writing #ninjago jay #ninjago fanfiction #lego ninjago #ninjago whumptober #whumptober day 3 #ninjago nya

[kiestrokes]

Kiiiieeee can you do another collab with B and rank SKZ as "house husbands"?

Stray Kids Most to Least: House Husbands | SFW

Pairing: Stray Kids x Reader/You/Yn Rating: SFW Genre: MTL, headcanon, imagine, slice of life. Warnings: maybe some cursing.

🗝️ Note: alright alright alright. lol the way that @chans-room wrote most of this from my tentative ranking, and I'm just giving them house husband titles. Teamwork makes the drift work bby 🤗

B is the 🦇

Disclaimers: This is a work of fiction; I do not own any of the idols depicted below.

Lee Minho (the tyrant)

🦇: Lee Minho is the god tier house husband but if you ever tell him that he will never forgive you. He cleans, he cooks, he meal preps your lunches, he has meals frozen ready to be made when he’s gone, he texts you about making sure you drink water through the day. 9/10. Only point missing bc if you so much as consider giving his cats tap water he will know and hold it against you.

Bang Chan (the granola daddy)

🦇: Bang Chan is also a quality house husband, but he def works from home. But he is (usually) able to balance the cooking and cleaning and his own shit. He’s helping you on rough days and giving you all the love and care and attention you want. 8/10 only bc he rarely goes to sleep at a decent time, and also bc he’s attempted to get you to drink a protein monstrosity. You nearly died and banned him from using the blender.

Lee Felix (the muffin man)

🦇: Omg Felix he’d just be so cute and helpful (even tho sometimes he’s not helpful at all) and you’d come home daily to random baked goods. 7/10 for effort but man sometimes you wonder how one man can make such a mess. It’s a feat honestly.

Hwang Hyunjin (the trophy wife husband)

🦇: Hyunjin would have the whole trophy husband bit DOWN. If he’s staying home then you better earn him babey. He cleans for sure, but his cooking is either hit or miss. He looks so good doing it though you really don’t even care how shit he is at cooking. 6/10 because sometimes you come home to smoke pouring out the windows.

Seo Changbin (the muscle pig)

🦇: Changbin…sorry but no lmao he wants you to be his house spouse (lmao). He has those big boujee rich vibes where he’d want to provide for YOU and feel weird if he wasn’t doing anything. If you can convince him to work primarily from home while you go make money, it’s still not super working in your favor. He’s spending most of his time at the gym and his kitchen experience is using a damn blender. 5/10 but he gets points bc he absolutely will order some fancy ass dinner to be delivered to you every night if you’re expecting dinner lmao.

Yang Jeongin (the chaotic black cat)

🦇: Jeongin is also a No lmao. If you left him home all the time alone he’d respond like a fuckin gremlin cat sent loose to wreak havoc on your life. He’d be fine playing video games or whatever on his own for a while but then… he’s finding any trouble he can get into. You come home to a mess like every day and it would be exhausting. 3/10 bc he is very repentant and will try to soothe your ire with cuddles.

Kim Seungmin (the divorcee)

🦇: Seungmin is also just a no lol. He wouldn’t see the point of staying at home when he was perfectly capable of going out and doing things on his own. More often than not, you’d come home to an empty house, Seungmin nowhere in sight OR napping in bed with a book. He’s not built for that life. 2/10 bc he’d probably cook on occasion, and he’d def clean, but he will complain about both. Loudly. On end.

Han Jisung (sorry I'm the wife)

🦇: Han would be shit at it and would be more of a sugar baby than anything. He is bbg. He is not cleaning, cooking, or anything, I’m sorry to say. Love him to pieces but 0/10 sorry babes.

© COPYRIGHT 2023 by kiestrokes & chans-room All rights reserved. No portion of this work may be reproduced without written permission from the author. This includes translations.

#skz #stray kids #the lucifer to my lokie #drift compatible #earth to mars #mtl #skz mtl #stray kids mtl #skz imagines #skz fluff #skz slice of life #stray kids imagines #stray kids fluff #bang chan #lee know #lee minho #lino #seo changebin #hwang hyunjin #lee felix #han jisung #kim seungmin #yang jeongin #house husband #skz x reader #skz x you #skz x y/n #skz x stay #stray kids x reader #stray kids x you

[journalsouppe]

UNWOUND FUTURE RAAHHHHHHHH!!! What an AMAZING trilogy conclusion with such a perfect setup for future sequels. I cannot recommend playing Professor Layton enough.

All of the Professor Layton stickers are from @jordydrawsmerch which can be found here and here. Every other sticker is from Daiso!

All the writing is typed below!

Rating: 9.3 Played: Fa 2023 Port: HD mobile (iPad) Favorite? Y Replayable? Y Recommend? Y

Comments:

the way the PM walked T^T

LMFAO STACHENSCARFEN

Layton’s about to be beat up bc of his top hat (skull emoji)

Getting major DGS 2-3 vibes

FAMILY GOON

An arc arcade? You’re speaking my language

I LOVE THE BLOCK HAT PUZZLE PIECES SPELLING LAYTON IN JAPANESE!!!

FLORA STICKER

BABY LAYTON BLUSHING IM SCREAMING

I really love the picture book and its music

THE DEVIL IN THE TOP HAT NOO

Luke always takes the opportunity to roast the Laytonmobile (skull emoji)

THEYRE JUST SHOOTING AT EVERYONE AND EVERYTHING

THE ORIGINS OF LAYTONS HAT IM GONNA CRY T^T

I love that bi Luke has his own puzzle solving sequence

Where the fuck did you take us future Luke

The battle of wits was so fun omg

I cant get over evil Layton

BIG LUKE AND LITTLE LUKE

Omg Hershel in the background

Based p. Layton newspaper conversation

LMFAO Hershel trespassing and Luke stressed

The bee???? T^T

FLORA PUZZLE SOLVED SEQUENCE T^T!!!!

GO OFF FLORA!!!!

Ooo pretty Chinese arc

Hershel i swear

Hmmm young sir… who is big Luke?

NOT AVOGADRO

Did all the scientists piss their pants?

I have a lot of questions

Love the design and music of the pagoda

Where tf did Hershel go (skull emoji)

Omg Luke’s a Sherlock fan

I feel like Layton was replaced with evil Layton

I swear Dimitri had a mustache??

THE BARS

WHERE IS FLORA

DON PAOLO LMAO

THE LUKE MOBING SCENE MAKES ME WANT TO CRY

How many secret hideouts are there T_T

NOOO FLORA

The barkeep is v sketch

Chad laytonmobile

I can see how this game inspired dgs

THE KAZUMA AND CLIVE PARALLELS ARE DRIVING ME CRAZY

BEASLY AND PUZZLETTE HOLY SHIT

“That’s funny” :[

Ive been side eyeing some of these designs the past 2 games but yeah bostro’s design is def racist

DON PAOLO TURNIGN EVIL BC OF CLAIRE LOVING HERSHEL LMAO T-T and the running into the river omfg

Working with don paolo has been fun

I DIDNT THINK LAYTON WOULD ACTUALLY CUT THE ROPE

Where did Layton learn all this about Clive??

Summary:

WHAT A PHENOMENAL GAME!!! Truly what a great “conclusion” to the main trilogy. You learn so much about Layton, Luke, flora, and many other characters like don paolo. The ending reveal of Clive was CRAZY. It really reminded me of movies like howls moving castle/the iron giant. I also just love how complex Clive is. He was driven to violence because of how the government treated him and his family, but he never truly wanted to hurt people. He was without any hope and thought mass destruction would finally bring some change to the government, but he also made sure to include Layton in his plans because he so desperately wanted someone to stop him. It’s tragic and terrorism definitely wasn’t the way to go but at least this is a fictional story and that death machine looked kinda sick Ngl. The story of Layton and Claire was also so tragic yet so healing. Layton could finally take off his hat without feeling grief, you never would’ve known he was hurting that much. I loved Claire, she seemed like such an amazing person and I’m glad Layton wasn’t swayed to try to bring her back, although he did falter when he had to say goodbye again. Although I highly enjoyed the game, I am slightly disappointed there was no actual evil Layton. How fun would a game with evil Layton be omg. The whole game constantly caught me by surprise, even by small scenes like Beasly and PUZZLETTE. I’m still a littel confused about the lab experiments with Gumbo and subject 3, I’m not quire sure why they added that plot (and have no resolution) but I liked Gumbo fine. My favorite coin animal will always be hot dog though. I cannot recommend this series enough, I am having the time of my life. I can also see how DGS was heavily inspired by these games and im so glad about it bc dgs was game changing. I can’t believe there was a 26 year wait in between UF and NWOS but im glad to be a Layton fan :’) so fucking glad!!!!

#journalsouppe #bullet journal #journal #video game journal #professor layton #unwound future #professor layton and the unwound future #unwound future spoilers #professor layton spoilers

[afreakingdork]

Weak Spot - Chapter 51

RotTMNT Donatello x Reader

This is just a taste, read on to see this week’s chapter art by @garbagemilkshake

Warnings: Aged-up Turtles, Romance, Meet Cute, Villain Donatello, Cussing, Crushes, Xenophobia, Fear, Intimidation, Implied/Referenced Suicide, Hurt/Comfort, Love, AFAB Reader, Vaginal Sex, Sex Rough, Sex, Penis In Vagina Sex, Creampie, Teasing, Scent Kink, Sexual Tension, Breeding Kink, Multiple Orgasms, Cunnilingus, Fellatio, Marathon Sex, Somnophilia, Bondage, Feral Behavior, Feral Donatello, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Public Sex, Dom Donnie, Human/Turtle Relationships, Turtle Noises, Roleplay, Sexual Roleplay

Synopsis:  A love story of villainous proportions! Though it hadn’t come easily, as these things rarely do, you found yourself in a whirlwind romance with a handsome and mysterious mutant. His idiosyncrasies had been easy to ignore as attraction grew into something more. However, will love endure when the unknowns about him end up being far darker than you ever considered?

Is this another dedication? No, this is an celebration. @mothmans-left-nipple has been leaving gifts my inbox with talk of eating delights and attending to Donnie's every whim and I've had enough! Let's go all out! Let's fucking party!!

You know what that means everyone?

It's time.

🎉VIVA LA DOM DONNIE🎉

Def not forgotten, but huge shout out to @some-guy-named-dominyk for helping me design in mAY OF 2023 HOLY CRAP SO LONG AGO the special something something for ole Donnie boy! 🥳

Fem!Reader References/Warnings Below Cut

Also available on Ao3

First 💜 Previous

LAST WARNING FOR THE 🍋 UNDER THE CUT. MINORS DNI!

Fem!Reader References/Warnings: mentions of heat, menstrual cycle, cunt, talk of watersports, ClItOrAl StImUlAtIoN, pegging, strap on, dildos, harness, lingerie (corset ((not boob kind)), garter, thigh highs, crotchless undies), double penetration mention, womb call, I can't remember if I left the word uterus in there but blanket maybe there too, and a boob tug and roll.

You were awake and thinking about Donnie’s slit.

It wasn’t exactly the way you wanted to start your day, but you weren’t mad about it.

It probably would have been beneficial to both parties if only for one thing.

Donnie was still very much asleep.

Turning your head on your pillow from where you’d been staring at your ceiling, you watched your exhausted partner take slow and steady breaths. With some kind of rush order due, he had been spending long hours in the lab. He’d come home an exhausted mess only to boil himself to some semblance of clean before burrowing into the sheets for a short bouts of sleep. Crunch time, as he bitterly spoke of it, would be short lived, but happened on special occasions. In fact, yesterday had been the last of the three day stint and you’d long decided that today was meant to pamper him.

If only your thoughts weren’t so damn wretched.

You weren’t sure if you had dreamed it, but his leaking orifice had been your very first conscious thought. A needy thing, you very much wanted to help him except you kept having to convince yourself it was your imagination. This was not the relaxing day you had planned and the sleep he was currently attending to should be his top priority.

That didn’t mean you couldn’t fantasize.

Rolling over with care, you settled onto your side to observe him comfortably. He was on his carapace with a few extra pillows propped up so the curvature of his shell wouldn’t impede his comfort. With one arm thrown across his torso, the other appeared to be dangling off the bed. If you were in a better mindset, you might have fixed that for him on the way to go about your day. You would, you decided, when you were done acting out your intrusive fantasy.

Speaking of, you trailed down where the sheets coated him and the prize you sought underneath. Not exactly sprawled in this position, Donnie did have his knees knocked out with his shins thrown awkwardly at two different angles that sleep dictated. An upward sweep said he was somewhere dreamless reserved for the overworked, but you attempted to recreate frustration.

Furrowing his brows and parting his lips, he dreamt of you and having you between his legs. Lapping at his slick and teasing his vent, you tried to decide if he’d cum like that or dropped. Above you he’d surely plead for the latter, but you flip flopped between both scenarios until you decided you wanted to drown in him. Those achy muscles of his unwound and you’d choke as his cock hit the back of your throat. Not gagging, but suffocating on him, drool flooded your tongue at just the thought.

You swallowed hard. 

It didn’t have to be a dream. 

A little touch wouldn’t hurt. 

He needed to sleep. 

Closing your eyes around guilt, you squirmed at how one daydream had already soaked you.

The imagined him ghosted your ears with tells of your neediness.

He took care of you like it was his predestined duty.

It was supposed to be both ways, but you always jumped the gun.

The imagery had you hopping onto his cock and making him cum before you simply because your walls felt so good.

Eyes shooting open, you nearly screamed.

You felt like you were in a heat of your own.

You needed to remember what you were doing this for. Resisting the urge to flee, you meant to commit the piously unconscious version of your partner as a cleansing memory. This was the real him. This him needed rest. This him had no duty to make you cum. This him could use a couple of useless cucumber slices over his eyes, a warmed towel wrap, a jacuzzi, and your face smeared with his cum.

You sat upright.

Cursing your brain, you especially berated it for making the scenario a confusing one.

Were you supposed to have been blowing him amongst the bubbles?

It was continuity errors set aside for horny and you gave a tepid sigh.

You were up and you needed to get away before you jumped your poor boyfriend.

Sleep.

He deserved it.

He’d earned it.

You’d let him have it.

In a duck, you were under the sheets.

Feeling mad and thinking with your cunt alone, you maneuvered downward like a kid trying to sneak screen time after bed. A pale purple curtain trailed overhead and messed your hair until you came upon his thick thighs. Plump with muscle and accentuated by his shapely plastron, he had an unfair hourglass. Throwing praise to his busy job for having made him crawl into bed without dressing, you trailed down the purple pixels on his sides in a slow creep.

Rational thought defeated, you were moving on raw instinct. Some sane part of your mind sent off warnings that were immediately drowned. It turned what was left into a foreboding sensation that pounded along with the ache in your belly. You had a molten core that demanded satisfaction whether that be yours or his. One of you was going to cum soon and that was a fact.

Maneuvering straight off the bottom of the bed to readjust your trajectory, you pulled the top sheet free from the rest of its corners. It was now a magician’s veil and the dove released from the top hat would be rated for mature audiences only. Something ran on late night skin channels of yesteryear, you crawled back onto your stage between his legs.

The only barrier being his folded footless shin, you pushed at the stump of it knowing guiltily that the nerve endings there were faulty. It meant you could touch the appendage mostly unnoticed and you listened with each agonizing centimeter to see if your partner would stir from the movement that connected the rest of his leg. Cursing that you’d left yourself covered by the sheet, you couldn’t watch his face. You had to rely on only his physical cues and that wasn’t something you were as accustomed to.

Trapped and unable to actually uncover as winter chill would wake him faster, you got his knees properly in place and waited to be pulled from your den. A gopher ruining a crop, there had to be a snare according to your sheeted nerves. Your shield, your undoing, the torturous weight of the inevitable never lifted even past the point where he would have signaled wakefulness. You were prompted to continue then, steal forward more time and more of him, when you realized how’d you positioned yourself.

Something you knew moments ago, the feeling of being caught had run your blood pressure up and kicked your memory with fight or flight. Now endorphins confusingly sputtering, you stared down the crux between his legs where they were flopped open. An inviting corridor, his tail was just barely visible and positioned like your daydream.

You could taste him.

You licked your lips.

Inching forward and drunk on the memory of his musk, you gazed eagerly at the soft skin between his legs. Covertly hiding that slit, it was unmarred jade that hid away a buried palace. Reaching for him and only just barely not bumping your shoulders to his thighs, you drank in the natural scent of his body. Not the one you were sure to build up soon, it was instead something patently him and a reassurance that he was there with you.

Consent.

Your consciousness was still buried, but it surfaced long enough to scream the word.

He’d taken you like this before.

You’d also been awake long enough then to give permission.

You wanted him like this.

You wanted him malleable. 

You wanted him without complaint. 

Without thought. 

Something for you. 

He couldn’t say yes.

He would.

Wasn’t that worse?

Lips parting for the swell of your tongue, a pulse between your legs sent a ping of abashed desire.

You wanted to pilfer him.

You wanted to sneak a taste.

He’d always given himself over so freely.

What was the point if it was easy?

With the smallest dart, you licked the tip of his tail.

Chaste in comparison to what your mind was doing to him, you imagined hearts in your eyes at the texture of his skin. That faint mark of scales dragged on your taste buds and you ventured forward allowing your tongue to skirt along the appendage. Around you the beast did slumber as you skirted forward with held breath. One puff would awaken the dragon and by the time you reached his apex, you turned your head to tap the guarded well.

Your hands were trapped between your chest and the bed so you clawed into the sheets to restrain yourself as you traced his slit carefully with your tongue. Not for heat, but for its epicenter, you imagined you could feel the moment he’d wake up. You wanted to know how he’d go about punishing you.

Would there be some intangible resolution?

Those thighs you adored could crush your head in an instant.

Would he fist your hair and pull your weight up by it?

You felt phantom tension in your neck as you rounded his entrance for the third or fourth time.

Would he kick right into his caretaker mode and fuck this dastardly heat straight out of your mind?

Where were you in your cycle?

In a small squirm, his slit moved in a motion akin to a wink as muscle groups rolled along one another on the body’s track.

You stilled, tongue sitting heavy on your lower lip as your wide eyes stood frozen pools staring at his sex.

This was bad.

You were bad.

Rotten.

Polluting his unsullied form.

Then it clicked.

He was still asleep.

Surging forward with too much zeal and drinking in the terror like your last before cut off, you shoved your tongue into him.

Licking and catching little as he hadn’t been worked up, his body rolled around you. You persevered if he tried to buck you off, not that you could tell where exactly his body’s move was headed. If he wanted to free himself, you sort of figured you’d be transported away by his thoughts alone. That was probably within his power, but he soon settled around the intrusion with your nose shoved into his pelvis. 

Scrubbing your face into his warmth like a freshly laundered towel, it warmed your cheeks as you ate him out. Pulling away with shaking breaths where you were neglecting yourself in favor of him, it felt as though all your muscles were tensed in his direction. Even your toes were curled, trying to find a foothold in the bed where your forward momentum was equally and oppositely exerting force. You needed more of your mouth on him as the first strings of acidity began to multiply. Through your own saliva, it meant his desire was building and you did your best to push your tongue as far into it as your irritatingly stunted human appendage would allow. You needed something long and not of conventional means to achieve what you really desired, but you settled for what you had.

His walls pulsed around you and, where a mixed leak of fluids was smeared, it coated your cheeks and flooded your nose with the smell you’d once been concocting. Trapped with it under the blanket, you sucked it in greedily each time your nostrils came away from his skin and you rocked your chin into his core for taste after taste.

The loose nature of sleep or maybe your own delusion meant you didn’t realize he was dropping until his glans hit your tongue. In a second, it was slapping your face and you were forced away. Blinking at his manhood on your cheek, you gave a restrained huff of laughter. Fondling and nuzzling the stickiness of his length, you pressed affectionate kisses to him until you felt his thighs quiver.

Sensing that trap you fantasized about, a rush of adrenaline said this was finally it and you screwed your eyes shut for the reveal.

A new and equally irritating form of edging, nothing happened and you cracked a lid.

The shiver had been a spreading as you had more space for your body then you did before. He’d splayed, much like he’d been forced to during his heat, to accommodate his member. Loving him all the more for it, you couldn’t stand the unknown any longer and mouthed his length affectionately as you drew back the veil.

In a slow roll, you pulled the sheet free of him and felt a confusing mix of emotion as fresh air flooded you. It meant the musk of his sex had been released, but you siphoned the new oxygen all the same. High off the supply, you gazed up the bottom ridge of his plastron to Donnie’s face. Laid to one side, there were little creases to his expression just as you imagined. Nowhere near as titillated in comparison, you palmed his knot and took his spaded cockhead into your mouth to see if you could draw them.

A delay from the tablet to the screen, the input time was relatively steady still and his face twitched with foreign ecstasy. That dreamless wasteland he’d been resting in was wavering under his form and you moved to stroke his member. A single pump brought his lips apart and his snout wiggled with a heady twitch. He was adorable to a fault and you swirled your tongue around his glans.

The bouncy bit that could spread undulated in your mouth and you imagined that expansion was coming very soon. Not something you had ever charted, his spread was an inevitability and you never thought it could be a telegraphed moment. Now faced with the chance to document it in real time, you were struck with an understanding of Donnie’s penchant for research.

Not only was your mate’s mind endlessly fascinating, but his body too.

Heart now aching along with your core, you gave a testing suck to see if you could coax his spread out. The stretchy nature of his skin said you could and hollowing out your cheeks you meant to.

“Y/N…”

You froze. 

It was small.

Impossibly so.

A pitiful size.

Easily missed.

You.

He wanted you.

From the void, he’d asked.

Who were you to deny him?

Hoisting yourself up, every fiber of you only knew his cock. Leaving it physically meant nothing as it was etched into your cellular design and the blanket that had since been seated on your shoulders fell away like some needless cowl. Tossing it aside for the true battle, you extracted yourself like a chieftain from a throne and moved to show why he’d chosen you to fight. You stood in a show of battle. 

Your right foot pressed into the mattress beside his hip and the weight tipped his body.

His brow said it was too much so you stepped with your left to the other side and steadied his ship.

The course corrected with the faintest whine, you towered as the impending dock before mooring him with a drop of your hips.

His cock slid right into your soaked core and the moan off your lips was obscene.

It also roused him.

Not caring, you dug your knees into the mattress to get height before dropping heavily back down his shaft.

His breath stuttered as he tried to cross the barrier of consciousness.

Fucking him with a new ferocity, you watched his eyes roll against his lids.

These were waking sensations he had clearly never felt before and you bounced so hard against him the entire bed creaked.

“F-fuck…!” The lines on his physical curtains were drawn too fast and the shades of his lids slammed open before his pupils could focus.

“I-I’ll s-say!” You added a roll to your ministrations.

“Y-you…” Fighting for his life, a hand brushed one of your legs as if touch was his first sense back.

In a few more paws and against your furious thrusts, he locked onto one hip for a crushing grip.

Catching his hand and digging your nails in as a warning if he dared to stop you, you moved for a deep grind and it sent him partially back to that dead space you’d roused him from.

Mouth gaping with unsaid words, he gave a series of grunts before clarity drew out the true noise you imagined his hindbrain wanted.

He gave a deep sultry churr.

It brought the whole of your torso down upon his while continuing to relentlessly bounce your ass. You couldn’t reach his face with yours at this angle so you settled for your hands and squeezed his cheeks. It finally placed his gaze and you saw a form of betrayal as that beautiful brain of his began to put two and two together.

A whiz at math, he caught your other hip with painful accuracy. Instead of hindering, he aided and lifted you higher than you could alone. Knowing it would sting, you tried to get yourself upright as he lifted you right up to the barrier of his spread before letting gravity skewer you. It wrangled a scream through the burn and happy tears streaked your cheeks at the branding.

Wanting to be impaled again, your hands flew to grab his wrists in some sort of indication. He read the ley lines printed on your palms and lifted you up for what you thought would be another delicious drop. A coaster with an unseen bend, he held you in the air with suspense before he slammed his hips up into you against physics grip. Screaming rapture, he plowed your floating form and the pinch and brunt of him filling you over and over felt like he was fucking your heart straight out of your chest.

Dropping suddenly, you felt your body force the ballooning of his knot inside only for the wrench to make the final turn on the hydrant. Dousing your fires, you gnawed on your own fingers as euphoria had them tangling up your form to keep your skin in place. Not even sure if your peak had been reached in a conventional sense, his had a telegraphed cool down and you slumped a happy slack above him in what felt like a propped pillow.

“Y/N.” His voice came stern with post-nut clarity.

“Yes, love?” You responded, dopey and half-lidded.

“What…” He dug one elbow into the bed with a shove. “…was…” The other came down on a rock that got him upright. “…that?” He breathed hot irritation into your face.

You pecked the very tip of his snout.

His nostrils flared.

You gave him another tiny kiss.

Tilting away from your lips, he took to scenting your neck with a latent grouch. “You smell good…” 

“Can I be in heat?”

The leading of his nose stopped and he craned an incredulous brow at you. “Not with a regular menstrual cycle.”

“Huh.”

“Your breath is atrocious.” He caught your chin and tipped you side to side. “What’s come over you?”

“Don’t know…” You cooed through a haze.

“Inhale something?” He sniffed again as if he could place it.

“Like what?”

“Sex pollen?”

Part of you very much wanted to know what that was, but the other that had been reigning all morning won out. “No.” You giggled as he nosed your throat. “Just want you.”

“I can tell.” He spoke. “Recap.”

“Woke up, wanted you, sort of-” The brunt of what you’d done doused you like an iced bucket. “Um…”

Where he still had your chin, he brought you to look at him.

“I’m sorry…” You whispered, hoping to curtail your morning breath. “I… I messed up…”

His exhale had a gruff edge. “Are you alright?”

“Me?”

He nodded.

“Besides the guilt…?” Your gaze dropped to where his ever-softening cock was still seated in you. “Donnie, I don’t…”

“I’m okay.” With a little bounce, he pulled your eyes back. “I’m alright. You have retroactive consent. Do you hear me?”

“Yes…?”

“I’m more interested in the mechanics.”

“Mechanics?”

“How’d you mount me?”

“I ate you out first.”

“You-” He stalled with bewilderment. “How long?”

“I don’t know… I was sort of stupid horny.”

“You performed oral and…?”

“You dropped and said my name.”

“I spoke?” A levity attached itself to his words.

“Yeah, a sleepy mumble.” Nerves were rapidly exchanged for butterflies at his raising disposition.

“That is…” He broke eye contact to search the air. Finding nothing, he returned with intrigue. “Then you?”

“Got on top.” You nodded.

“Which then…” Catching up with the present, he gave a new impressed chuff. “Fascinating.”

“What part…?” You felt his cock retreating and it brought your hands to his shoulders.

“You may not have realized…” He eased you a little as he exited. “But I am a very light sleeper. I was nearly ambushed many a times in my youth. Quick waking is paramount to survival.”

You made a noise as that made a sad sort of sense.

“I feel I should be more concerned.”

“But…?” It sounded like he was leading though he’d made a clear stop.

“But I’d like to brush my teeth.”

“Oh.”

“And take my turn.”

“Oh.”

“Mind?” He twitched one of his thighs as a signal for you to get off.

“Uh, yes. I mean, of course.” Throwing your weight to the side, you meant to fall, but he got hold of you and made your dismount more elegant.

Leaving you to give a satisfied squirm in the sheets, he took leaping steps toward the bathroom and the curve of your spine disrupted his spent. It trailed between your legs and a flighty noise caught in your throat.

“Wait, Don?”

The tap was already on and he gave a full mouthed grunt that said his toothbrush was already in his mouth.

“I should wash up. I’m kinda leaking… you, ya know?”

His head shot out of the bathroom door with foamy lips. “An’?”

“That’s…” You stumbled wondering if it was a problem; to most guys it was.

He seemed satisfied with your revelation and returned to his task.

Laying back, you wondered if it was strange. In theory it wasn’t, you both usually gulped down each other’s bodily fluids without second thought, so why was it so odd to taste your own? You’d tasted yourself on his lips more than once and, though it wasn’t something you chased, it wasn’t like it grossed you out. Instead, it was usually enhanced with the thought of where he’d just been and the act itself of kissing him was always a pleasurable one.

While your mental debate stalemated, your partner emerged.

Jarring as his existence interrupted the candidates at their podiums, you waffled to get into a better position. It amounted to little in the time allotted, but you watched him slow as you got an elbow behind you to prop you up. It angled your body down where you let your legs fall open to see the sight of what he had done to you.

He glanced at your core with a flick of his pupils before coming up with a near comedic air.

You pouted and slammed your knees together. “What?”

“You needn’t do anything.” As he neared, he parted the canopy to place his hands on the edge of the bed as if he might crawl up.

“I want you to want me…”

“I do.” Instead of walking forward, he extended his arms to their full height.

“No, like… I want to feel sexy doing it. Like I’m doing something.”

“You are.” He was just shy of laughter.

“I’m not making sense!” You groaned and let yourself collapse.

“Too much?”

“Not enough!” You felt like kicking and screaming. “More sex!”

He gave into a chuckle. “I meant…” He caught your ankle and, in a rough tug, he pulled you right up to the edge of the bed.

Your heart skyrocketed and you stared up at him with appreciation.

“My teasing.”

“Yes, I get it! I’m walking perfection in your eyes. I know!” You shook your head.

“I understood your intent.”

“Yeah, I just said it.”

He gave a playful growl before releasing you in favor of slamming his fists down on either side of your hips.

You squeaked as you bounced.

“You want to be a showstopper. You want to take my breath away. You want to make me drop at a glance.” He towered over you with burning intent.

You stared up at him. “Oh… You…”

“Understand.” He insisted.

“So when you said…” You ran back through the conversation though your sex flexed a protest. “…that you do… You’re saying I don’t need to now.”

“Yes, in this instance.” He dipped down and you thought he might kiss you. “There is no need, but that doesn’t mean your ability is stunted otherwise. Do you want to know the last?”

“I’d kind of like to be on your cock while you tell me.”

“Salacious.” He grumbled heat and came down to nip at your cheek.

You giggled and turned into him which he pointedly shirked away from. “Seriously!?”

“I have standards.” He rose out of your breath’s reach.

You puffed out your cheeks and nudged your body down to grind on him.

He caught you. “Story first.”

“A short one.”

“Yes.”

“Hurry…”

He gave a put-out sigh before smiling. “Two days ago.”

You diverted some thought to the occasion.

“You were running late to work. Your clothes wrinkled and you’d missed the top button on your shirt.”

You gave him a confused look. “I thought this was supposed to be a ‘drop on sight’ moment?”

“It was.”

“You-!” The protest stopped as his casual response sunk in.

“In a rush, an otherwise mess…” He openly reminisced and his eyes rolled with delight. “Mine.”

“You didn’t say anything…”

“You needed to leave.” He came down from cloud nine with sweet tidings.

You squirmed, needing him more.

“As I said. The power is yours and you command it well.” He reviewed you with growing pride. “Now you’ve been very good.”

You bit your lip to keep from asking for a reward.

He smirked in a way that said that was the right call and swept down your body for a set of measurements on how he was going to go about taking you.

Thinking you were a step ahead of him, you wiggled your ass in a show that it was at the edge of the bed so he could eat you out over the side.

His chin dropped, indicating that he might, but a concurrent thought brought his lids up. “Another ride?”

“Yes, clearly.” You shifted your hips at the ready. 

“Focus.” He flicked your forehead.

You held the spot with a grunt.

“Me. I’m asking if you’ll top again.”

“I can.” You blinked lackadaisically.

“The night I first churred…” He gave your thighs a squeeze before jumping up onto the bed.

This time you timed his bounce to right yourself.

He rounded you on all fours before throwing himself onto his carapace. “When you rode my face.”

“I got you.” You moved beside his head and readied to throw a leg over.

“A little different.” He brought a hand up to stop you.

You waited with a frown.

“Patience.” His lids came down with joking disappointment.

“You don’t need to explain it, just shove that tongue in me.”

He turned onto his side to pinch you. “You had complaints about consent moments ago!”

“Old me. Don’t care.” You tried to pretend like his fingers hadn’t stung. “Go, hurry.”

He gave a loud dramatic sigh and flopped back down. “Fine. I want you to sit on my face and time it. Suffocate me. I want to push the limits of my held breath and in exchange you’ll get as many orgasms as you’d like.”

The explanation alone was enough that you spun around to grab your phone.

He gave an amused chuff.

You got a stop watch up before a small thought bubbled an incessant worry. “Wait… What if I don’t know when to stop?”

“I’ll momentarily lose consciousness.” He shrugged and adjusted his head at the ready.

“Donnie!”

He flicked his gaze at you. “I’ve suffered worse. Come here.”

“Promise you’ll be okay.”

“I doubt we’ll reach that point. It was meant only as a possibility.”

“Donatello.”

“I swear.” He turned to you. “Now take your damn seat, you heathen.”

Cunt clenching, you moved back into position and this time he helped you along as you straddled his face. Adjusting for the angle, you wanted to descend just right while he clamped onto your thighs as his safety bar. Chewing your lips in preparation, you had just about gotten yourself where you wanted when his brow furrowed.

“Dearest.”

You hummed a question, looking down your body at him.

“Sit.” He breathed heat and yanked you down.

Straight onto his tongue, your head rolled back for sweet relief. Licking into you, you rolled your hips to chase him and felt the odd contrast in his freshly brushed teeth. It meant the lingering mint mixed in for an odd icy hot burn that you thought you might get addicted to.

Grounding down to cut off his nostrils as he requested, you faintly tapped your phone where it was loosely clutched in your hand. Immediately abandoning it as he tasted you, your belly throbbed with need. It still wasn’t enough so you caged his head tightly between your thighs and exerted as much force to squeeze a little more ecstasy out of him.

It came with increased ministrations and a loud rumbling moan that rolled into an eager churr. Having angled his snout near your clit, the vibrations shook there in a mock sensation of a magic wand and you cried out at the thought. Muscles in your ass already spasming, he brought you to a near immediate climax and tongue fucked you straight through it.

Instead of falling forward like gravity wanted, you protested with carnal desire alone and threw your hands back to grip his plastron. The hold was a strange one, but it meant you had new leverage on your hips. Using it all along with a manic grind, you found you could shove down with more than your body weight and earned another euphoric moan that had you clenching on that sharp tongue of his.

Curving it into you, it couldn’t quite reach where you hoped, but that didn’t make it any less. Riding his face as if you were trying to stay on a mechanical bull, you rocked the entirety of his body. He navigated you with a seasoned diver’s accuracy and dug his nails into your thighs to brand the moment with little crescents. You’d think of them fondly later as a second peak blanketed rationale.

Feeling everything keenly, he let go of your legs and you might have protested had his hands not dipped under your ass. He dug his thumbs into the sensitive skin of your inner thigh and with a jagged drag he split you farther open. It sunk him those few little centimeters deeper and he held there.

Delirious tears forming as another orgasm neared, he prodded your backdoor with one digit and the subsequent unraveling came with a full body spasm that caused it to breach you. Wobbling through a soprano, the sweep of fluids leaking from you spattered what felt like everything below your legs. Whether it was mixed with his saliva or all coming from you, it was enough lube that his finger sank into the first knuckle joint and he pressed it towards where his tongue was buried.

Lightning shocking your body as you swear you felt the connection through your innermost walls, you screamed out his name with no indication of why. It was a call of what he did to you, had done, and would eventually do and he answered it by continuing to make good on his promise. Only wanting to make you cum again, he slowed only to ease you off your current orgasm before ramping right up to the next. Now timing it with a finger in your ass, the dual pump had you rolling back into both sources of pleasure and your next orgasm came without any true indication.

Now on an ever-present high, you drowned yourself until your jaw dropped and drool poured down your face just as slick soaked the bed. A stream with two outlets, it melded an ocean whose only desire was to drown its sole occupant. A man not bothering to swim, Donnie sank. Suffocating his mouth, filling his nose, and presumably taking his vision as the whole of his face was firmly wedged between your legs, you felt a weary pinch and burn that dropped like a stone in your mind.

Your bladder.

It ripped terror through you and though you’d settled firmly on not giving a shit about him eating his own cum, you weren’t about to suddenly piss down his throat. A flex warned how imminent such an act was and, in a flurried jump, you were off of him and into the bathroom before anything could happen.

“Why!?” You heard him rage from where you’d left him.

Shuddering from sweet release, you slumped against the cold toilet as he gave a single bang on the door.

“For that!?”

“Donnie, come on!” You cleaned yourself up and threw the door open only to have your phone thrust in your face.

“First.” He shook the device that read a tidy 23 minutes and change. “I could have gone at least 10 more minutes and second!” He removed the barrier so you could feel the brunt of his displeasure. “I desire the whole of you. I do not care!”

“I appreciate it!” You yelled and pushed past him. “I, however, wasn’t sure!”

His snout wrinkled with protest.

“Not of you!” You waved your arms to dispel him. “Me! I’m allowed to have reservations about new things!”

He gave an irritated sound at the truth of your statement even if he didn’t care for it.

Reaching the bed, your actions caught up with you and your knees wobbled. Steadying yourself against the mattress, you listened as Donnie washed his hands. The rush of water reminded you of what had just occurred and you glanced at where the two of you had been on the bed. Your imagination a reality, there was a clear soaked spot that was carved out by your knees. An imprint of your joining, you chuckled at it and felt a needy pulse of your southern muscles. “There’s no way…”

“What?” He was right beside you.

You jumped and he steadied you. “You-!”

The angered heat was exchanged for another you watched him take your scent in.

“I’m still turned on.”

He nodded, eyes lulling at the smell.

“Can you tell the difference between me and this?” You gestured around, imagining your last session clung to the air.

“Yes…” He surfaced with only a crack to his lids. “You smell better.”

“You keep saying that…” You licked your lip. “Do I smell different than usual?”

“It’s good.” He came into your space and butted his snout against your neck.

“You're repeating yourself.” You instinctively went to hold him. “May I got into something?”

“Did you?” He asked with licks to your skin.

That need you summoned him for grew. “Don…”

“I’ll take care of you.” He husked, nosing up to your cheek before his snout wrinkled. “Brush your teeth!”

“Piss drinker!” You shouted the double standard in his face before going to do just that. 

“One does not have to have a proclivity to be open to the concept! Just as I’ve had the passing desire to mark you as my territory, there doesn’t have to be action! It is devotion!”

You slammed on the metaphorical brakes and your hands came up for two very obvious stop signs even though you’d already executed. “No. No, no, no!” You spun wild eyes around at him. “We are not going to brush past the part where you just said you wanted to pee on me!!”

“Mark-ing.” His lip curled as he slowly enunciated as if that was something different than how you’d described it.

“Nope!” You turned heel and continued back toward the bathroom. “No. No. No. No. No. No.” You continued to pop the sound with a new and different inflection each time until you reached the sink. “You get teeth brushing or that. Not both!” You snatched your brush up, flicked the tap, wet it, and smashed the bristles while applying paste.

Donnie appeared a looming presence behind you. “Then you’ll be delighted in mine listing of the safe bacteria in healthy urine versus the utter filth that proliferates in one’s mouth!”

‘I’m not listening!’ You hummed the words through foam.

He began listing scientific names for what had to be bacterial strains while you loudly hummed to drown him out.

You both continued to increase your volume in time until you spat, rinsed, and turned on him with the most deafening scream you could muster.

He quieted for only a single moment of rage.

“You’re lucky I’m so irritatingly turned on right now because otherwise I would beat the shit out of you! It’s still on the table, but maybe I’ll just fuck you into submission!!!”

His entire body twitched.

It dropped your guard.

His eyes at their widest stared back at you and the faintest squeak interrupted the otherwise silence.

“Oh.” You tilted your head.

His cheeks exploded with color.

You reached out and pressed a pausing hand to his plastron to keep him from leaving.

His eyes squeezed shut as another pathetic peep caught in his throat.

“Donatello…” You cooed.

He cracked an eye open for you though it looked like he was boiling alive.

“Look at you…” You traced over his pectoral scutes. “You really have lost control, haven’t you?”

He parted his lips for what looked like a protest, but only a breathy exhale emerged.

It betrayed him further.

His expression grew miserable.

“All those emotions.” You dotted over his heart. “All this yelling. Unlike you.”

He had a faint shake to him.

“Why didn’t we think of it?” You parted your lips knowing the plump would hypnotize him.

His gaze locked onto it.

“That I could take care of you? Make you forget. Like you said. I have the power.”

That wobble became a little more furious.

“What do you say? I really want to. Especially when you’ve turned such a pretty color…” You stepped into him, your body nearly flush to his.

The back and forth was distinct in a way that you could tell was a counterbalance.

Tracing over him with growing understanding, you heard him give a wrung out noise as he looked away with repulsed shame.

You continued down his body to where his hips were furiously swaying with the wag of his tail.

“Come.” You held out your hands and he kissed you so hard into the sink you could already feel the bruise. Turning a whimper into a moan up into him, you moved against each other until he needily tugged at you. He drug uselessly at your body and you knew he wanted to lift you, but you refused to help. It amounted in him becoming more and more frustrated until he broke the lip lock to send that feeling down to you.

You were waiting with a cocky air.

“I’ve made something.”

“I have something for you.”

You stared at one another before trying again.

“You do?”

“I’m sorry-”

Lids dropped with irritation, you both made an annoyed noise at the overlap.

Lifting your hands up to show you would abstain, he urged you to go with a curling of his digits.

It amounted in a third stand off where you groaned out of it. “Same time!”

“That is what got us into this predicament in the first-”

“Let’s exchange at the same time!” You cut through, exasperated.

“Ah.” He liked the idea enough to take a step back. “What room will you need?”

“Pit stop in the bedroom and then here.”

“That works.”

“Okay.” With an agreement set, you both exited the bathroom. Donnie went to busy himself by his nightstand while you went to the dresser. Shoving straight into the familiar stack of winter clothes, you quickly located the ugly holiday sweater and the garment box wrapped within. Pulling it out and tucking it to your chest, you checked to find your partner with his back a calculated turn away. “I’m going!”

He heeded your call with a nod and you tucked yourself into the bathroom. Behind the closed door, you heard him move, but ignored him in favor of getting your lingerie set on. The corset being the easiest part to snap into; you marveled at how it was your exact measurements. It was a horrifying sort of incredible that only Coral could achieve. Not actually wanting to know how she’d done this, you wrangled the garter belt and got lost amongst the straps.

It took some time working out the logistics and having to unhook the thigh highs as you forgot the underwear, but you eventually donned the entire set and looked at yourself in the mirror. Without enough room to back up and see the entire ensemble, you jumped to view as much as you could. The glimpses shot powerful inoculations of confidence in you and by the time you were moving to look down the length of your body, you knew you would be successful in your surprise mission.

Knocking the wood of the door to signal your exit, you called your partner. “Don, you ready?”

“Y-yes!”

His stutter made you pause.

Maybe this wouldn’t be as alluring as you’d hoped.

He could very well be the one who gave Coral the measurements and it tinged your mood.

If this was another of his creations, a thing he desired to see you in, that was one thing.

Coral was something else entirely.

Running a digit along the plastron-like bottom of the corset, you wondered if this shape was something he actually preferred.

Something you couldn’t give him.

That feral side of him would never wholly be able to give itself over to a human.

That part of him was turtle.

Was it always a little dissatisfied with his choice?

A fuck was a fuck and it could be settling for second best.

All you knew was you weren’t sure.

You could also easily find out.

Shoving the negative feelings down and scrounging the powerful ones you once had, you opened the door.

Across the room, Donnie was facing your side of the bed. His scarred carapace in full view, he was hunched over something and sat a vision between the parted gauzy drapes of the bed.

“All suited up.”

He jolted, but didn’t turn.

“Don?”

“I…” He hesitated in a loud way and you heard him squeeze what sounded like wood. “I have a history with leather.”

“Good thing it's not.”

His head lifted. “You’ve put something on.”

“That’s what I said.” You took a few steps out and his interest helped bolster your momentary lapse. “How do you feel about silk and lace?”

His neck rotated the slightest amount and his tone held admiration. “That…”

“Wanna see?”

“I’m having second thoughts.”

“Oh…”

“Not about you!” He very nearly turned and to prevent it, he slacked back over whatever he had. “This. This here.” The bed creaked as he pushed down on the object. “I don’t know why I bothered…”

You were in motion and next to him where you placed a hand on his shoulder. “Whatever it is, I bet it’s amazing because you made it.”

He glimpsed you with a quick flick to just catch your face. “I suppose we’ll see…”

You squeezed him reassuringly. “I had my own hang ups about mine. They happen. Let’s let each other decide, hm?”

He sighed, trying to blow away his concerns. “Yes.”

“Countdown?”

“From three.”

“Three.”

“Two.”

“One.”

You stepped back to put yourself on display and Donnie turned with a wooden box in hand.

He very nearly dropped it and had to scramble down to the floor to save the object. Catching it in time and with a quick survey to make sure it survived the fall, he turned awe up at you.

You did a little anxious strut. “Ta-dah.”

“What…? Where…?” Setting the box safely aside, he was entranced as he rose and moved toward you.

Readying yourself for him, you watched as he traced the lace detailing up to the corset.

“The shape.” He had a smile on his face.

Not a lusty heat, though it was partially there, he was more amused by it and that made your heart soar. Leaping to accommodate the organ, you jumped him and pulled him into a kiss of desperate gratitude.

He garnered your hips to pull you back and nuzzled your cheek. “Were you honestly worried? You are a vision. Stunning. Dazzling. Ravishing. I have a thousand and more descriptions.”

“It… I sort of thought… maybe that you…”

He nudged you a last time with his snout before retreating enough to watch with an encouraging gaze meant solely for you.

You softened at it. “That you wished I had… a shell... or something.”

You were hit with a puff of air from him snorting.

Your hackles rose.

“I’m sorry.” He failed to cover his lips from a wrinkling smile. “I-”

“Donnie!”

A laugh escaped him, loud and bright.

“It’s a real concern. I don’t know!” You thumped your fists to his plastron.

“It’s not.” He covered your hands to hold them in place and dipped forward to kiss you.

The intensity nearly bowled you over and translated something deep.

“Only you. I only desire you in your true form. No tricks. No broaches.” He pressed his forehead to yours.

You nodded against him.

“Hm… I suppose if you were to mutate then that would be your true form…” He pulled away with the thought and it was the way his pupils flicked up to the top right that told you this was the first time he’d ever considered the option.

A small bout of fear ran its course as you worried if you’d mistakenly planted the idea.

With a single shake, he tossed the idea away before you manifest true worry. “No matter. My feelings the same though my body would require an adjustment period.”

“Oh?” You squeezed his hands.

“Sudden change can be difficult for me to process.”

You stole a quick kiss.

“Soothed?”

“Yes.”

“Carapace…” He chuckled to himself.

“Don’t tease me! I was worried!”

“Am I making light?” He stepped away to examine your outfit.

“Just… why would your turtle half… I don’t know… Want me?” You did a twirl within his hand.

Skimming a digit down the side of your corset, he had a fond smile. “Turtle half? I may refer to different states of myself as such, but never that.”

You squinted.

“My mutation is a unified front. I am unique. I want you.” He traced the lace at your hip.

That you understood. “You’re you.”

“Yes.” He grinned with what was at first appreciation before it dipped mischievous while his fingers followed a strap right into your soaked folds. “I do enjoy this ensemble immensely. Especially this.”

You shuddered, legs spreading to accommodate his touch.

He stroked and kissed down the side of your head. “Might I persuade you to make this your staple undergarments?”

“Defeats the purpose…” You replied breathily.

“Easy access.” He bumped his head to yours.

“Hey…” You touched his arm to stop him. “Distracting me, what about your thing?”

He froze.

“Donnie…” You craned your neck away to catch a glimpse of him.

“Impulse!” He spoke with a full retraction of his form and took a few steps away. “Nothing more. Nothing we should concern ourselves with!”

You hummed, unimpressed.

He robotically retrieved the box. “I’ll just store this. Or destroy it. Both. One. Or-”

“Tell me honestly: Do you actually want to table this or are you embarrassed?”

“I’m… fine.” His eyes flew from side to side before landing on you. “Fine, yes. That’s the one.”

It was your turn to laugh.

He inched away as if he thought you were distracted.

You quickly crossed over to him and put a hand to his arm. “You are a terrible liar and that wasn’t even what I asked!”

“It wasn’t…?” His expression cracked.

“No!” You giggled. “How have you gotten away with being fiendish all these years!?”

“There is a difference between an outright lie and twisting the truth.”

“Wanna take that question again then?” You tilted your head up at him cutely. “For me?”

His eyes held a certain betrayal before he gave up and lifted the box a little more toward you. “Do you recall when I lost our wager the day you commanded me?”

In a blink you did. “Yes.”

“I was… inspired…” He gestured for you to follow and he placed the box on the bed.

“Which part?” You came close, studying how the wooden square was constructed. It struck you as similar to his furniture so you imagined he had built it. With no obvious door, you imagined you needed to slide a panel to reach the contents.

He held out a hand for you to see for yourself.

You gave his arm a final comforting squeeze before going to open the box. Testing the corners, you found the top panel did slide and inside there was a huge purple lump. An odd thick cylinder, you lifted it up with both hands. Coming into the proper light, it almost looked like a non-tapered dildo with a pale purple shade that seemed demure compared to its size. Thick beyond comprehension, it was equally long and didn’t have a distinct head. Instead, the base was solid and the opposite end puckered into a hole. Testing a finger against it found a plush interior with ribbing that brought your eye over to Donnie. “This is...?”

“A combination sex toy built for my anatomy…” His voice wobbled.

You turned the hefty toy over. “So this goes in you and then you go in this…?” You demonstrated sticking a finger into the toy.

He nodded, his face ablaze.

“You’re so sweet…” You set the toy down before coaxing him to you.

He came with a faint nervous whine.

“Shhh… This is wonderful.” You peppered kisses along his cheeks. “You’re alright. You want me to use this on you?”

His gaze plummeted and he headbutted into your chest in a comical bend for his size.

You cradled him close regardless. “We can go nice and slow, but… I’d like… I want to make you feel good.”

“I was supposed to take care of you.” He mumbled into your torso.

“Sounds like you're trying to twist the truth out of this…”

His body flinched with guilt.

“Mhm.”

“I did… craft you a strap.”

“You did?!” You pulled away with what you quickly realized was too much excitement. “Sorry…”

“No… I’m glad you like the idea… I am… I-” He grit his teeth as if it pained him before turning around to reveal his wagging tail. “I despise this incessant thing.”

You couldn’t help but skirt the appendage. It slapped against your palm and you felt the telltale excitement leaking down it. “I think you'll grow to like it. This guy knows. Let me change your mind?”

All of him stayed still save for his tail.

You kissed his forearm. “We’ll go so slow. We’ll stop if you need. All the usual.”

He peeked over his shoulder at you.

You stared back with an open question.

He frowned and flicked his head away for another desperate whine before he stormed over to the dresser. There he extracted a tangle of black straps and shirked his size in approaching you.

“Why don’t you put that on me? For control and because I don’t think I can without mixing up everything else I’ve got going on.”

That earned you the faintest bubble of mirth and he knelt down in front of you.

Taking a wide stance so he could get between your legs, you watched him methodically go through the process to strap you in. With one long bit going over the top of your ass and two separate supports cupping under your cheeks around each leg, there was a large plate of sorts covering your mons. Feeling a sturdiness that you imagined came with rock climbing, Donnie left, murmuring something, before he returned with the toy.

“Problem?”

He shook his head and you loved the way his cheeks flushed.

“Wanna share?”

“If…” Adjusting buckles and a ring, he worked on getting the toy added to the strap. “If.. this…”

“Feels good?” You offered.

“Adjustments.” He got the word out and gave a sigh where he had to lean his head against your leg. “I'll make adjustments. For your pleasure. An added mechanism.” He grunted. “I haven’t explained the tech yet...”

“Take your time.” You pet his head. 

“At the time, I was only interested in the logistics. What did a design for me look like? A wholly new problem to solve. My only focus: could it be done?” You heard a button snap and watched as he slowed. “What came to fruition was without further thought. Not of… use or otherwise.”

You stroked down his cheek and his eyes closed momentarily.

“I should have considered you. You gave me the idea.”

“I did?”

He turned to look at you against your palm.

“I mean you said I inspired it, but now you make it sound like I told you.”

“You did. Something along the lines of…” He took a steady breath and his gaze flicked to the past. “’Can you cum like this without dropping?’”

“Which you weren’t sure of…” You remembered the way he shook his head then. 

He nodded.

“Wow…”

His gaze lowered to the toy where he made more adjustments.

“If there was further thought, what happened when you were done?”

“I made the box to lock it away.”

You stared until he released the toy and watched how it hung.

Not satisfied, he moved to further fix it.

“Donnie.”

“There should be a pleasant weight for you…”

“Don.”

“Frustrating…”

“Hey…” You tapped his head.

“Not even in the strap.” He turned up his self exasperation to share. “I could have easily added an insertion point for a smaller toy or something for clitoral stimulation!” He clicked his tongue. “No, I added a self-warming feature.”

“Warming?”

“Try.” He released the toy.

You felt a weight that comfortably pulled at your hips and reached down to brush it. The smooth surface had that same bounce, but now there was a distinct skin-like heat to it. “Woah…”

“Stimulated through use.” He griped and leaned back on his haunches.

“Donatello.”

“Yes?”

“Have you tested this at all?”

Instead of a full twitch, you saw one of his fingers involuntarily move.

You knelt down and felt an odd adjustment in having something dangling long out in front of you.

He looked you over in a wounded way. “I… may have left yet another truth out.”

“Where?” You tilted your head with a knowing weight.

“Beta testing clearly comes after prototype… However…”

You rested a hand on his leg.

He stared down at your digits. “It seemed pointless to use without you. It seemed equally improbable that I could bring it up.”

“Yet here I am.”

“Wearing the strap I created after having had the same impossible considerations.” He chuffed.

“Silly.”

“Quite.”

“Is it self-lubricating too?” You stood and held out a hand to him.

He hitched on the idea with a half raised appendage so you scooped him up the rest of the way. He allowed himself to be led over to the bed where he mumbled aloud ideas for the next version.

You tied back the canopy as he made mental schematics and then urged him to sit while you got your lube. “Don, what’s it made of?”

“Silicone.” He gave a quick response among many others.

Checking the level of your water-based solution, you brought it over and passed it to your boyfriend. Having since gone silent, he cupped the container between his hands as he continued to think. He was the perfect warmer, you thought, as you rounded the bed to gather up the pillows. Whacking yourself only a few times with the toy as you were still getting used to its extension, you created a big fluffy barrier right behind Donnie before rounding to stand in front of him.

“I should take notes.” He told you.

“Nope.” You stood with a lazy smile.

“I’ll forget?”

“That a question?” You cocked a brow.

He grimaced. “No…?”

You pushed a finger to his scutes. “Lean back.”

“But-”

You gestured.

He had to look to see you’d created a comfortable prop for him. He returned with an appreciative, but meek shrug and then anxiously leaned into the pile. Needing only a minor adjustment, he got into a comfortable lean and you bumped your knees against his.

“Ready?”

“No.”

“Want to stop?” You caught his eye to translate your severity.

“No…” His gaze fell.

“Think you can look at me?”

He shook his head.

“You want to watch the toy?”

You got a nod.

“What if I’m not ready to use it?”

His eyes shot to yours.

“We need to work you up. You’re so tense.” Picking the toy up so it wouldn’t hit him, you held it away as you leaned in for a kiss.

He gave you one with wound nerves.

“You’re okay. You’re going to know everything that’s going to happen before it does.”

He nodded and the next press of lips was a little more lenient. Eating it up in a near literal sense, you chased him for cautious presses until you felt him languish against your mouth. It was then that you swiped your tongue over his bottom lip in question and he answered by pushing into yours with an ache you knew all too well.

Pressing to him for the intimacy meant the toy wedged between you. Against his lips, you found he didn’t seem to notice it on contact. Finding that a good sign, you only broke away when he had thoroughly liquified before you started pressing targeted kisses down his jaw. Lounging in your attention, his head fell back into his prop and you laved at his neck. Tasting his churr on your tongue, you eased toward his shoulder at the same time as you pressed into the flat plastron around his belly.

As if activating some unknown mechanism, his legs fell apart and you ate up the real estate. Shifting out of the side saddle, you were afforded more closeness and you made it clear your hand was going south while your teeth were heading to refresh your mating mark. He gave an anticipatory chirp that you translated as a go ahead.

Fingers skirting the bottom of his plastron, you made him well aware that you were heading for his slit as your lips dragged over your crescent claims. A few agonizing squeaks sounded beside your head and you teased his entrance at the same time you bit down into his shoulder. Your honed chirp emerged loud and between your jaw and hand, you soon had him a chirping and churring mess.

“Need… Yours… Again… New!” He got out through stunted chittering sounds.

“You will.” You extracted and swiped your tongue over the blood. “Soon. You can do it very soon depending on how good you are.”

He squeaked his interest as you scissored him open and he bucked.

“Look.” You nudged his chin with your nose as he always did to you before extracting your hand from him.

He gave a whimper that returned his human speech. “What…?”

You showed him his slick on your fingers by stringing it between your digits. “Look how ready you are.”

“Ready.” He mimicked, a little lost.

“Mhm.” Having to break contact with him to find the lube bottle. You located it, warm, from where it had been tucked under his thigh. “So good. You’re so good.”

“Y-yeah?”

He hadn’t responded so easily to praise before and you gave him a quick eager kiss for it. “Very.”

His eyes rolled back amongst a breathy vowel and he edged his hips at the ready.

Soaking the toy and stroking it to warm it back up, you casually bumped the tip against his slit in the meantime. He twitched at the ready with each brush, until you felt the heat of it come alive. Knowing everything was ready all around, you probed a little extra lube at his entrance before turning your attention up to him. “Ready?”

His body lit with a fresh wave of anxiety that swirled across his lusty features. He managed a nod against it all.

“I’ve got you. Any time, all the same stops that we use for me, okay?”

“Y-yeah.”

“That’s it.” Looking down to make sure everything was aligned, you pressed the tip of the toy inside him.

“Big…!” He tensed up.

“Yup. So it can take you. Relax…” Having to wipe a hand off and saying a silent apology to your thigh highs, you caught his appendage and threaded your fingers. “I’m right here. You took both our hands before. That has to be as thick as this.”

He gave a faint nod.

Giving him time, you rocked only an inch or so the tip in little barely breaching pushes.

Less for his body and more for his mind, it took a lengthy amount of teasing until his muscles smoothed back out once again.It was only then that you felt confident enough to enter him further. The next inch you gained came with headier churrs and you took it as a good sign to keep going. His fingers clenching yours in rhythmic flexes to remind himself of your existence and you held him tight as you rocked deeper into him.

New sensation for your hips, you mentally praised his ability. Not only his stamina, but the precision he was able to garner around what was essentially a semi-rigid rod. Sure nerve endings played a huge role in that, it still felt impressive as you were having to gauge his reactions as he did you. Feeling very much like you were on the other side, you felt a drive to satisfy your partner. That mixed with one of plowing him senseless, you understood why he loved to draw out the process.

Surpassing a quarter of the toy’s shaft, you stared intently at Donnie’s face as you imagined you’d be nearing his cock soon. A squirming, chirping mess, he hiccupped noises that you imagined signaled he was close to dropping. With no indication of flexed muscles for you to check with, you searched him to see if there was any sign of him holding back. Besides the squeeze of your hand, you didn’t see anything apparent until he let out a sudden scream and you lurched forward, sinking all the way into him in a quick snap.

“Too much!!!” He screeched, tears pricking his eyes with horror.

“What happened?! Are you hurt?!” You were in a backswing when it happened, but it felt as though he’d sucked you in.

Only squawking in response, he fought against you for an upward lift that immediately had him hissing.

“Woah! No! No!!” You wrenched your hand free of him and caught the top edge of his plastron. “You can’t pull out like that! You’re going to hurt yourself.”

“Too much!! Too much!!” He cried openly with his mouth twisted in horror.

“Donnie! Donnie!” You tugged, trying to get him back into place. “I can pull out, but you need to relax. I can’t move!”

He shook his head a vicious side to side.

“Please, Don. Listen! You need my help, but I can’t like this. I know it’s hard. Please!”

He let out a frustrated whine and you felt his heels dig into your legs.

A sharp force from both the house prospectic and that one hind toe, you felt terrible for all the times you’d done it to him. “Please!”

He caught your shoulder and immediately dug his nails in.

“Ah! Stop!”

“Y-you!”

“I can’t!!” You shuffled in place where you were firmly buried. “I’m stuck!! You have to listen!”

More shaking ruffled the sheets.

It took a few tries with him doing everything ro hold you at bay, but you eventually let him cleanly claw rivets through your shoulders just to get free and slap his cheeks.

He jolted with shock though his eyes refused to focus.

“Donatello!!!” You pulled hard, digging your nails around his jaw.

He surfaced with clenched teeth and a whine like a creaky stool about to break.

“You have to get back into position. Lay back or else I can’t pull out. Can you hear me?”

He dry heaved.

Heat pricked your gaze. “Please, Donnie. Please!”

“Oh-Oh.”

“Donnie?”

“O-!” He spasmed.

You held his hand as he tried to thrash, but the movement clearly pained him. It caused him to contort to a near violent degree and you whispered that you were there for lack of a better phrase.

“Oh!”

You hummed along with him, at an otherwise loss.

“O-ver!”

You blinked wide. “Over?”

“O-!” He choked and ground his teeth.

“That’s-! I didn’t realize you were trying to talk! Over what, Don? Over what?”

“St-!”

“Almost!”

“Over-stim!” He roared with a lurch and a bitter slack that he fought with each second.

“Over-stim…” You gasped. “-ulated. Shit. Uh.” You ran your gaze over his twisting form in a flurry. “You need to… You can…!” In a wrangle, you captured his hands and pulled them close. “Something distracting… Something…” Having held his quaking fingers to your chest, you parted the pair. “Donnie, do you remember? Silk? It’s smooth, right?” In a back bend of both your wrists, you placed his hands at your waist, around your corset. “Remember the feeling?”

Another weak whine, his fingers tried to clasp and spread over the fabric.

“It’s smooth. Silky. Feel?”

He hissed like a snake as he went for a firmer grip.

Stroking his forearms as encouragement, it took what felt like hours as he soothed himself running his digits up and down the purple fabric. By the time he quelled, his weight came down with a sudden heft that the entire bed tipped. Your nerves shot nearly as high as the mattress and you were left without a thought as you had no way to stop the action. It thankfully countered itself with gravity and clanged back onto its stand with Donnie only giving a minor grunt at the movement. “Don…?”

He gave another stunted sound.

“Are you alright?”

He had an exact timing of the up and down with his breath.

You figured it was still too soon to interrupt it. “I’m here.”

“Know.” He got out on an exhale and you squeezed his arm in time.

Stroking soon turned into a palming and when he clutched your waist, you animated knowing he’d reclaimed a part of himself. “Hey.”

“Hi…” His voice came quiet.

“What can I do?”

“I…” He sucked in a greedy breath and then let it out slowly through parted lips. “Didn’t… account for… too much.”

“What happened?”

“In me, on me.” You felt one of his fingers draw a circle on your back through the corset.

“In you… The toy… On you… Oh, how your dick inside?”

“Suction.” You felt him test the clapses on your top.

“That’s what pulled me.”

“Too much.”

“I bet. Don, I’m sorry.”

He shook his head and you realized he was counting each metal hook in a rhythmic repeat.

“We can’t stay like this forever...”

He arched an irritated brow that said he knew all too well.

“By suction, do you mean it's like sealed?” You looked down, afraid to test with your hips.

“Feels like it.”

“If we angle it then the seal would break, but that would mean...”

He gave a vague nod.

“You okay?” You touched his plastron.

He exhaled roughly. “Coming down.”

You stroked a pressure against his scutes.

He relaxed a modicum under underhand.

“What does it feel like?”

“Too much.” The words came out of him fast before he made a little annoyed noise. “Unlike the last.”

You tapped your understanding.

He seemed thankful for it. “I’m overly filled. It’s foreign and uncomfortable. Like lead.”

You focused all your attention onto your hips to keep them in place as you leaned up to him.

He did his own minor adjustment as he folded to meet you for a kiss.

“This okay?” You asked after the first chaste brush.

“Distract.” He mumbled, capturing your lips for another.

Cradling his neck with one hand and with your other a further stabilizer on his thigh, the two of you kissed a comforting weight. Imagining it as a ballast for the buoy inside him, you deepend the maneuver to balance the scales. Concocting a heat from what this act usually led to, your bodies operated on muscle memory to drink one another in.

Your desire flaring, you tried to break from him in fear that you’d pantomime a familiar rocking of your hips. He chased you with heady chirps and churrs that stirred you all the more as you couldn’t resist him. Leaning more heavily into you where you were scared to move, he dipped his tongue in to taste you and you were further coaxed as he filled your mouth. Entendre layering, you created a suction to keep him in place and he chased the feeling.

The bend of his body caused something to shift and in your mind’s eye you watched a girder split clean in half.

Donnie broke from you with a rasp and drool as his cock dislodged from the toy.

Knowing what that meant, you scoured his torso for his hands.

Grabbing them, you squeezed one another to hold on as you began to pull out.

Ruined, your partner chirped a string of sounds that sounded like an alarm bell going off. 

“I’ve got you...” You soothed. 

He flexed his hand and almost crushed yours.

“Almost there…”

With the spit he’d cropped up, he gave a soaked squeak.

“Hold on...”

His thighs rippled around your hips.

“You’re doing so good, Don.” Hitting that familiar quarter mark, you imagined his cock was about to be freed.

His legs locked around your back and smashed your pelvis back together.

Not able to verbalize your surprise, you arched into him and he belted out that honed chirp.

A pause lapsed where you listened to his heaving breath before you swiftly pulled to that same point before slamming back in.

It renewed his flow of tears and commingled with the other fluids leaking around the obscene expression on his face.

“Good!!?” You chirped your delight. 

He gave a delirious nod that could have been the bobbing from your thrusts. 

It spurned you further, fucking into him and soon abandoning his hands for his large hips. Two dense walls of muscle, you scooped under them and, in a feat that must have been executed on pure adrenaline, you hoisted him up to thrust deeper. A devolving heap of rolling pitchy sounds, he shredded the sheets trying to hold onto something. His lower body arched into you and he threw his shoulders back hard, crushing the pile of pillows in a way that made you think they might burst into feathers.

Body screaming around the many labors you were unaccustomed to, you shoved them all down in favor of your partner. Your outfit drank your sweat, clinging close for a stickiness that was mirrored by your partner’s similarly spattered skin. It was a plea from your flesh to stay together while the act unfortunately dictated movement. A heavy squelching, different than yours, cropped up and you looked down only to be hypnotized by an elusive nectar.

Each stringing drop felt like thousands of wasted dollars as fluid dripped from Donnie. The roll of his pelvis stretched the soft sopping skin and you loved the way it clung, hungry, from each backstroke. He didn’t want to let you go and with each renewed entry his body thanked you by devouring you. A lower mouth suffering massive dehydration, it guzzled you down and spilled its soak as in its desperation. 

The push and pull as something of the sea, foam cropped up in the form of the mixture growing paler by the second. Each push shoved more of his slick out and replaced the pearling said pre-cum was drowning out his lubricants. That meant his orgasm was closing in and the thought launched your gaze up to where you’d been neglecting your partner's attention. 

Donnie sat in shambles above you. 

Arriving a ship into the eye of the storm, he seemed to sense your attention and brought his eye down to stare at you above his gaping maw. A flash photograph trapped you in the moment and your hips stalled at the sight of him committing you to memory. He only mewled, his tongue rolling drool in his mouth as indication that you should continue and you buried yourself in a lunge to kiss him. He gave it with strings of saliva, another bit of him refusing to let go. 

Your retreat stung, but it was necessary to square your hips.

Anticipation sent his head back and, in a roar of exertion, you felt your vision slip as you did your best to jackhammer into your much larger partner. He cried from some unseen place and through your daggered grip on his thighs, you felt his winding. Not letting up for a second, your feet slipped in your stockings which caused you to further scramble into the thrust. You were rewarded, maybe one stroke too many, as he went dead silent before his body coiled.

A python’s constriction, he lifted clean out of your hold and caught your arms up in the wrap of his legs. Caught and crushed, the spasms rocked the both where you imagined there was nowhere else for him to go. The encasement inside matched the one out and his voice appeared within a freefall. Realizing he’d been crying out at some level above your hearing range, he rasped down from his orgasm with your name until his twitches evened out in an appeal for him to go slack.

His sudden dead weight was entirely too much and his legs became two-ton stems that tried to force you out of him. Scrambling free yourself as that would be too much too soon, he squeaked out in pain as you bobbed inside of him. Pushing deep to make up the lapse, he choked against his thoroughly taxed cloaca. The lengthy sex hitting you in a similar way, your head fell forward onto his plastron where you panted in a cropping pool of your own sweat.

Catching your breath, you heard Donnie give a wrangled trill that asked a sort of question.

Either a worry for you or something about your next action, you palmed his pectoral scutes to hike yourself up. “How’s the suction?”

He nodded and nudged your hips. 

“Alright, it’s going to be a lot. Ready…?” You drew out the sound to silence as you caught the base of the toy to hold steady as you extracted it.

You felt the venom in his gasp as you freed yourself and stepped back enough to examine how the item had fared. Glistening from his many juices, you had had a tilting hold and were rewarded as you stood the toy up to find it filled like a cup with his semen. Quirking a smile at it, you found more dripping out of your partner in thick globules. Donnie’s tail flicked irritated as the cum used him as a landing strip to escape to the floor.

The first weighty plop gave you an affectionate chuckle before a few more plunks summoned a groan from your partner.

“How’re you, sweet guy?”

He bleated dramatically to translate how disgusted he was with himself.

“Aw, don’t be like that...” You cooed as you slipped out from between his legs and approached him from the side.

“Lay down?” He managed. 

“If I go down, I’m staying down. I can already tell.”

He made a sound that wondered what was wrong with that.

“There’s still me.” You used your free hand to skim his arm.

He tensed under the touch before his muscles gave back out.

“Water?” You wondered, pulling away to let him rest.

“I’ll die.” He whined and extended one of his to fall a heavy weight over his eyes.

“I’ll get you some when you come down more.” You offered.

He didn’t exactly respond and instead made a decompressing noise.

Gazing over your work fondly, you were definitely going to use his fucked out form as spank bank material and went to review your strap. Not wanting to waste his cum, you stroked the wet device to keep it warm and looked for buckles. Finding a way to loosen the contraption, you went through the lengthy process of stepping out of the harness all while keeping the toy at a pleasant temperature.

Legs jellied, you sidestepped and nearly fell into your nightstand when B.E.D.F.A.S.T. clipped your vision. The machine would certainly help you stay upright and you looked upon it with the fondness of an old friend. “Darling Protocol-” You paused and turned to Donnie. “I haven’t had to say ‘Bypass’ in awhile.”

He gave a pathetic nod that was more a scrub against his forearm. “Superfluous.”

You hummed a thanks before resuming your course. “Darling Protocol B.E.D.F.A.S.T. on my command.”

The machine sat its usual silent, though you knew it was ready.

“Mark, support bar, horizontal.”

An arm extended out of the panel and stretched out at the ready. You grabbed it and used it to hoist a knee up onto the bed before you found a fatal flaw.

With the machine hanging over the head of your bed and Donnie hanging off the far side, you couldn’t enjoy the show of him while wrapped up in B.E.D.F.A.S.T.’s tendrils. 

“Mark, can you move the bed?”

With a clicking chunk of work, six arms soon emerged all at the ready.

“Out...” You stepped back to get a better view perspective. “Mark, let’s try… say three feet from the wall and to the left, out of the way, if you can reach.”

Taking a moment for what you assumed was some unseen scan, the arms went to work latching onto the bed at various points. One even steadying the canopy, the bed was gently pushed and Donnie immediately made a noise of protest.

“You’re alright.” You told him. “I just need some room.”

“Why?” His question was so exhausted it almost didn’t sound like he wanted an answer.

“I told you.” You walked in the space appearing as the bed moved out of your way. “I’m gonna take care of me.”

He twitched in a new way that you read as recognition and B.E.D.F.A.S.T. stopped before its task was complete.

“Donnie.”

With several grumpy grunts, he forced his arms to his sides where he struggled to get the strength to prop himself up.

“Darling Protocol, lock out user Donatello from B.E.D.F.A.S.T. programming.”

For a moment the stillness made you wonder if the command had worked.

Then ire began to pour off Donnie and he used it to get himself up on obviously quaking stems.

You watched him with a lazy smirk. “Mark, resume earlier command about the bed.”

“Y/N.”

“You can watch.” You passed him a glance before examining where B.E.D.F.A.S.T. had moved the mattress. “Mark, rotate it until I say.”

“Y/N!”

You held out a hand to stop him as B.E.D.F.A.S.T. slowly spun the bed with some unknown knowledge that you wanted Donnie to be in better view. Stepping close to the panel so you had the right line of sight, you waited until you could see his leaky tail. “There. Stop.”

Giving a single loud chuff, Donnie put a lot of effort into some type of move that amounted to nothing.

“Mark, move with me to pick me up.” You held out a hand and B.E.D.F.A.S.T. took it like a dance partner. “Don, you’re too far gone. Enjoy the show.”

“I don’t want to watch.” He spat immaturely.

“You can barely sit up, dear.” Following the steps, you lifted one foot and B.E.D.F.A.S.T. came to caress the heel. Twirling up some unseen staircase, your pace was matched with forming platforms. 

“What are you doing?”

“What does it look like?” You shook your head as you walked yourself into the air.

“With your right hand?” He bitterly clarified.

Though you knew, you looked down to where you were rhythmically squeezing his toy. “I was going to use this.”

“It’s too big.” He stated the fact with a sharp air.

“So? I don’t have to put it in for it to feel good?”

Irritation got him straighter. “It’s mine.”

“Oh...” You looked to where the bouncy feel held an odd realism in your palm. “You heavily implied it was both of ours. Wasn’t it useless to use without me?”

“I changed my mind.”

“You’re being a brat.”

“Come here.”

“No.” You laughed as B.E.D.F.A.S.T. wrapped around your ankles and waist. “I’m sort of in the middle of something, pretty literally.”

“You can easily leave that something.” His body shook with the action, but he brought a hand up to beckon you.

“Rest!” You played up rolling your eyes. “Mark, take this, keep it warm by stroking it, and don’t spill.” You held up the toy which B.E.D.F.A.S.T. quickly took and implemented as a pumping attachment.

“Don’t.” Donnie warned.

You glanced over him and with his wiry form. He was too weak to hold an ounce of menace and you had long lost the ability to fear him. “Yeah, sorry,” you shrugged dismissively and rolled your shoulders into place. 

B.E.D.F.A.S.T. was there to catch you as if laying you down with intent. 

You heard a heavy slap of Donnie getting his feet to the floor.

You lifted right off what should have been the final formation of the machine and it balanced your move by tightening around your waist. It gave you easy support to watch your mate wobble pathetically. “You’re going to fall and I’m not going to help you.”

He grunted a dismissal and dug a hand into the bed to keep his form. “Your doing.”

“Nope! I’m not feeling guilty! Not one bit!” You refused to watch him struggle and went to fall back into B.E.D.F.A.S.T.’s embrace.

Plodding steps picked up speed along with your heart rate. 

“Mark, block!”

You winced and heard Donnie puff with anger. Forcing your lids up, you found Donnie cuffed where he was inches from grabbing one of your feet. 

“Mark, don’t let him touch me!” You grinned wickedly.

Donnie tried to beat the machine, but B.E.D.F.A.S.T. grabbed his other hand only centimeters from your skin. “Release me!”

“No! You’ll stop me!”

Donnie yanked, but B.E.D.F.A.S.T. held. “Y/N…!”

“Oh... That’s good...” You murmured. “Mark, put me down...”

Your boyfriend’s eyes shot wide at your sultry tone. “What is this...?!”

You were a little shaky as your feet hit the floor, but you ducked easily out from the mechanical arms. “Mark, trap Donnie. Pick him up and hold him like you would me.”

“You-!” Donnie got out before the machine went to work. He fought to flee, but with his hands already bound, B.E.D.F.A.S.T. quickly caught his legs and dragged him in. Not really kicking or screaming in a literal sense, Donnie growled complaints as he turned to face away from the machine and to you. You cocked your weight into one hip to watch as he was soon lifted off the ground with restraints buckling around his wrists, biceps, waist, thighs, and available ankle. A weaving metal entangled into his prosthetic for the final limb and there he writhed in the little space he was afforded.

“Hey.” You approached his form as soon as you were sure he couldn’t get you.

He stopped to glower.

Realization clutched your throat. “Oh… Are you okay?” You looked over him with growing worry. “That might have been fun for a second, but you being restrained is probably trigg-”

“Put me down!” He bellowed.

You blinked slowly and wiped the spittle he’d sprayed on your face.

Flicking your hand free found him smirking.

“I felt bad for you...” You stewed, trying to keep the anger off your face.

“Best saved for someone else.”

“Noted and fuck you!” Your expression broke manic and you took the few steps over to the bed. “Or wait, better yet? Fuck me!”

He tensed with realization. “Don’t you dare...”

Skirting the spot he’d been in since it was soaked through, you fought against what was left of the sheets and pillows to form your own back rest.

“Y/N!”

Creating your throne, you turned to look down upon your subject and felt your ensemble pull. Wanting a full range of movement, you put on no show as you got the hooks undone on the corset. Tossing it aside without a care, your partner continued to leak more and louder protests as you unhooked your thigh highs. They’d surely slide down now, but being free from the garter meant your hips could easily spread before your mate. “You know the worst part?”  

“I can’t imagine one worse.” Rage wafted off of him.

“That I’m gonna be thinking of you...” Your hand trended down your sternum and up over the waist wrap of your garter.

He strained and metal creaked.

Reaching the top bit of your underwear you paused and searched B.E.D.F.A.S.T. to see if it would hold.

You got to watch in real time as it beefed up its restraints.

Donnie snarled for your attention.

“What?” You dipped into your sex out of spite.

Whatever complaint Donnie had died on his lips.

“Huh?” You tilted your head back to project your voice. “I can’t hear you!” In time, you tested your needy folds.

There was a minor rattling signaling Donnie’s thrashing. “Stop this instant!”

“How about you? You were so good before...” You mourned as only a few swipes summoned the desperate ache that had been plaguing you all morning.

“Y/N!!!”

“I’ll muzzle you.” You spoke with an obvious threat.

His teeth clicked as his mouth slammed shut.

“Mark, pass me the toy.”

Around Donnie, several spindly arms sprouted with a variety.

That got you upright. “What...?”

On one arm was the tongue toy you’d used before and on another was Donnie’s dildo, but extended on the last two were what looked to be some type of finger vibe and a third dildo you had never seen before. Holding out your hand towards it, B.E.D.F.A.S.T. offered you that one and you took it. Of a darker shade of purple than any of his other offerings, this one mimicked the shape of Donnie’s cock in a smoothed out and much smaller version.

The moment you looked up to Donnie, he turned his head away. “What’s this?”

He chuffed, eyes narrowing into the corner.

“Guess I’ll find out for myself...!” In a quick check, you located the abandoned bottle of lube.

“Double penetration!” He snapped.

You stared straight through his grouch to the worry that lay underneath. “Tell me and I won’t.”

He bounced ever so slightly before his lip curled. “If applicable. Depending on how we were going to employ B.E.D.F.A.S.T. next. I would have offered.”

“The vibrator?” You pointed to the smaller device still held by the machine.

“Hopefully sprung on you during our next marathon. Meant to prolong your orgasm and push you to the brink.”

“And these were... both going to be surprises?”

“With proper acknowledgement, yes.”

You held onto the knowledge for a moment before setting the dildo aside.

Donnie visibly relaxed.

You then reached right back up and made a grabbing gesture with your fingertips toward Donnie’s toy.

“You said-!”

You loudly shushed him as B.E.D.F.A.S.T. passed you the toy.

Holding it with one hand, you abandoned your sex to explore your body with the other.

Hyper aware, your partner quieted as he tried to parse out what you were up to.

Brushing the real estate where your long raised heart rate was starting to throb into a headache, you firmly massaged your body. Squeezing plains of your stomach into pinched chunks, you mapped across your torso in a provocative show that sent goosebumps down your arms. Titillated by the heated stare, you closed your eyes at the same time you arched your back.

Your hips groaning at the upward thrust, you fell back into the bed and caught one of your breasts. Kneading the flesh, you squeezed straight through to the nipple where you pinched the bud in a roll between your thumb and forefinger.

You keenly heard Donnie take an inhale between wet lips.

Imagining those same lips down south where the nectar poured freely, you cracked your lids open to examine the toy you were fondling with your other hand. Still warm, but not as much as it could be, you set the base on your belly and stroked it with both your appendages. Quickly heating it back up to an appropriate temperature, you wiggled your hips in preparation and heard a series of wary clicks.

You ignored him and set the toy to a steady upright between your legs.

Like someone struggling to light a match, the sound grew louder.

Pressing the full length of the shaft to your sex, you ground against the height of the toy. An encompassing sensation, you were aching for something more direct, but would have to make due.

“Enough.” Donnie announced with a little too much clarity.

You didn’t stop your hips as you flicked your gaze to stare at him dully.

Muscles going taunt, he found the tiniest amount of slack before snapping what had to have only been a few centimeters forward.

The entirety of B.E.D.F.A.S.T. creaked where it was bolted to the wall.

You stilled. “Donnie...”

“Stop or else.”

“Mark, tighten. Don’t give him any leeway!”

Donnie snarled as B.E.D.F.A.S.T. suctioned to his skin.

Pulled like green apple taffy, Donnie was spread as all the arms pulled away from one another.

His attempts at writhing became unproductive as his body was strung taut. 

Sure now that you were once again safe, you minded keeping the toy upright as you switched to rolling it over your sex. “I miss you,” came off your lips without thought.

“Then release me...” He rumbled with ire.

You shook your head along with a little moan as you forced the toy hard against you. “Under me. So good. Tail wagging ecstacy!”

You gave an excited chirp and Donnie responded with a wounded one.

“Need you...!” You chirped again, adding your other hand to keep the toy in place.

He squeaked his willing presence.

You imagined a lonely sound of a soft shell looking for his mate. “Beg... Maybe, I’ll-” A gasp cut you off as your leaking core dragged right against the width of the silicone.

“I-I-” Donnie startled as you accidentally hitched a gasp.

Lifting your hips up, you shoved the base of the toy against your entrance. Something wholly too large, it pressed wide and flat and you whimpered rocking it uselessly against you.

“That’ll never satisfy you...” Donnie found his voice and you cranked an eye open where you were still desperately rutting. “There’s no comparison. It will never be as hot. It will never throb. It will never be your perfect fit, made for you.”

“M-me?” You panted, feeling the toy moving faster due to your slick.

You watched a pink tongue dart out and swipe his lower lip. “Only I have what you crave.”

“That’s not begging!” You pushed down as hard as you could and your cunt ached under the pressure of the vast object.

“It’s yours! Just have me! Waiting for you! To use how you please! It’s been yours! Waiting your whole lifetime!”

“J-Just mine?” If only you were wetter, then maybe you could get some traction.

“Predestined! You had to find the pathetic wretch it was attached to.”

The lube bottle felt so far.

“He lies in stasis, waiting to be thawed by your touch.”

There had to be more.

“I’ll grovel. I’ll smash this infernal machine to pieces. Damned part of me. Damned that one as well!”

“This is... you?” You looked down at the bobbing purple between your legs.

“Of course it’s me! A pathetic substitute of my design.”

His tech was him.

This was him.

He was a match for you.

He went inside.

In a roll, the tip of the toy bobbed toward you and you caught a glimpse of the cum within.

It was him.

You turned it over onto your belly, just below the waist strap of your garter. Warm spent traveled down your mons and underwear. Wringing the toy out like trying to get the last of a condiment out of a bottle, you dropped the dildo for a momentary break as you rubbed the cum into you. Pushing it between your legs, your fingers easily entered you and you belted a long moan at having finally been breached.

“No!!!” Donnie gouged out. “Oh my sweet berry trifle! Let me. Please! Me! Let me do it! I’ll be good. I’ll make you feel incredible. It has to be me. It has to! My cock is yours. I’m yours. I adore you! I must! You have to! You have- You can’t!!”

Dizzy, you were on your feet as chants from your partner echoed around you. Chasing the sound of his voice, his cum dripped down your legs and you approached. “Drop.”

On command his dick fell wet and heavy from his slit.

“Mark, put him in an Amazon position.”

Donnie chirped eagerly as he was lowered to the ground. Laid on his back, B.E.D.F.A.S.T. snapped his knees together and then pushed them up into his plastron. Mounting his cock, you held it just shy of entering you. “How are you gonna be?”

“Good.” He squeaked.

“Right answer.” You dropped onto him and savored that delicious splitting. “Finally...!”

“You had me this morning.” He peeped and you fucked words right out of him.

The ache seated deep and rushed to meet its maker. Cumming within the first five strokes, you ignored the shudder and squeeze of your guts and looked up, crazed, at B.E.D.F.A.S.T. “Mark, release! All commands! I’m done with you.” Turning toward Donnie, you felt yourself milking him. “Fuck me as good as you said.”

In a blur, B.E.D.F.A.S.T. let go in time as Donnie kicked one of his legs out. Given a primary directive, he ignored the last frizzling pops of your orgasm and swept you up. Plowing you straight through it, your face smashed against the wall and one of your legs rose to a worrying degree. Folding it against your side with your hips screaming, he fucked you flat right against B.E.D.F.A.S.T.’s panel.

Making a mockery of the machine, Donnie thrust into you for precision first, stretching out your first orgasm without clear end by shoving the needle on the charts against your g-spot. Just as that was becoming too much, he then switched, hitting deep toward your womb while babbling in your ear about how you’d made the right choice.

Thinking of nothing else, but him, the wind of your second orgasm again wasn’t exact as he ruined all navigation. Curving one arm under your raised leg to hold you with the rest of his body keeping you pinned, he carved out space to shove against your lower stomach from the outside. Crying at the force, he then weaseled his other hand in to assault your clit and sank his teeth deep into your shoulder.

Allowing no end, when he did finally cum, you know longer knew the meaning of the word. Your neurons were a messy set of firings in a dark void. Not unconscious, but something protozoiac, you swam in a petri dish of his own making. Prepared in a lab setting, everything was a sterile bland and the feeling of your body entering moist sheets felt like a jar.

Gasping to life, Donnie caught you from outright sprouting and held you close as reality crashed around you with a filthy gush of fluids that seemingly poured from a broken pipe between your legs. Sweaty and sticky, your cheek stuck like tape to his plastron and your breath shredded your throat with each inhale. Delirious, but alive, you made a noise that translated nothing as you stopped fighting.

Going slack, Donnie let you fall away where you landed, without distance, onto the bed. In front of him and hands groping his form to know it was there, you found his face with a brush of his cheek.

“Need more?” He churred into your palm. “Anything for you.”

You stared at him without comprehension.

What was his asking?

You had no needs. “M’good.” You slurred, registering only happiness.

NEXT

New year, same awesome betas @tmntxthings and @thepinkpanther83

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[lesbiandonnanoble]

@turnleft first of all baller url my friend.. secondly even just visually as i was watching that segment seemed mad disconnected from the rest of the ep and knowing it wasn’t in the script just. makes sooo much sense. and also the fact it was filmed without the episode’s director would def add to how bizarre and out of place it seemed. disney defenders (in 2023?? who knew) in my notes are saying disney had no hand on the ep until production, but genuinely it takes a lot of naivete to assume that just because they’re not involved in the nitty gritty yet they don’t still have a hand or say in what is released on their platform. if it wasn’t a disney choice (or a disney encouragement, let’s say), rtd must have, not unrelated, analyzed that his biggest market will be disney+ watchers with no idea what doctor who is, and started to make edits post-filming to target the episode aggressively towards that market. either way it’s sad to see the guy who released father’s day put this out lowkey because the level of craft in his work has just dropped hard n fast

#on the other hand maybe i’m making a hasty judgement. because it’s a special and the specials are always worse than the actual seasons #but idk boss. #thanks for telling me ab the director bit!! did not know that #doctor who #dw spoilers #replies

[giyuulatte]

alright i finally finished the uncanny counter 2 and…

hmm

my thots and spoilers below

THIS IS ALL MY OPINION AND IM BLABBING AND IT IS YAP TIME

it’s 1am so i’m a lil coocoo

once again all MY OPINION if anyone sees this

honestly speaking this season was alright. it def did not compare to season one, which i was expecting. yet it wasn’t up to par with it either. it felt like too much and not enough at the same time so it kinda fell flat to me

in season one everything was connected and there were very clear motives. from the bullying, so mun’s parents, the evil spirits, ji chung shin himself, and the corrupt government. and chung shin’s backstory made me feel for him which is what made him a great antagonist imo. like i loved him

but hwang pil gwang (slick back), gelly (hongjoong variant LMFAOO), and wong (just wong tbh)….mmph

i can’t really remember the beginning it took me 2 months to finish it but, dude and his crew showed up outta nowhere and just started creating chaos for funsies???? now don’t get me wrong, i’m all for villainy for fun but i just couldn’t get into for some reason with them. it just feels like their characters weren’t fleshed out enough for me to actually like them no matter how fine they are bc the whole crew could get it

and then we move to ma ju seok my adoring and loving husband. now this was something i could get behind. him going on a rampage trying to get revenge for his wife and baby, having enough rage to summon an evil spirit on his own??? like that’s what i’m talking about!!! i felt for him and wanted him to succeed bc that con man was also annoying as shit. i really and truly wanted him dead bc he was the absolute worst jfc

if the story only focused on him, and getting his revenge and having to take him down. and only him. seeing how far his rage could take him and what would happen ON HIS OWN without any outside manipulation pil hwang *coughs* would have been a lil more interesting to me and i think i would have enjoyed it more. ik pil gwang wanted his power n shit BUT WHY. like give me a reason.

TO ME hwang pil gwang and his crew added absolutely nothing to this for me. and gelly betraying slick back and all that other stuff just felt unnecessary to me. gelly not being able to do anything and literally almost every single time the crew showed up, and bc pil gwang wouldn’t help her. GIRLY STAND UP AND HAVE SOME RESPECT YOU ARE A BADASS TF YOU DOIN???? GET OFF YA KNEES

AND ms chu’s newest child lim jae yeol….why was he there??? and be honest. what did he do for the plot other than give ms chu another child and show her backstory

and then do hwi, lawd my sweet piano man. WE WENT THROUGH ALL THAT JUST FOR HIM TO FORGET HA NA IN THE END I WAS SO PISSED bc once again. what tf did he add. i feel like he could have been good to ha na, genuinely. imagine getting dumped by ya not girlfriend after y’all done hung out together and have each other hiccup remedies, and then getting attacked by someone who finna rap they verse in bouncy i am so dead

i understand they were trying to idk, give their characters more depth but pls

mo tak punching so mun was NAWT on my 2023 kdrama bingo card. and he didn’t even apologize for it!!!! i understand he was angry and upset bc he thought lost his partner and so mun was doing a bit too much but i just feel like that was outta character for him to do…. and for him to not apologize for it was just, what???

and don’t get me started on jeok beong. i was um, expecting a lil bit more. yoo in soo is a FANTASTIC actor. if you told me he was gwi nam from aouad before hand i would have passed out. THAT MF RANGE IS INSANE!! but, but, jeok bong could have been more. i love him to death but he stayed the same person the entire time. granted towards the end he did start meshing with the group a bit better and throwing ideas out and stuff but i dunno bruh. i was feeling him and not feeling him at the same time.

the same goes for kang ki young. baby if you say that was myung seok from attorney woo i would have passed out pt2. like he did his thang bc i deadass hated his character even tho he was looking good as hell

the lack of so mun’s friends also bummed me out bc i really like them and they are an important part of his life. wanted to see more of those three together as well. my found family was not found with them this season

but the counters dynamic was still a++ like that’s real family. teasing ha na and do hwi, ha na having to save so mun while he was in a coma, then going to yung to ask why so mun leaving, jeok bong calling mun his brother just *wipes tear* magnificent

and why tf did mun have to lose his powers again. we did that shit in season one there was no need for that tbh

nothing to say about ms chu god bless.

nothing to say about jang mool god bless.

mun going over seas and seeing wi gen’s daughter like ENOUGH.

just…. too much, and yet not enough at the same time.

but i still very much enjoyed 8.5/10 BAYBEE

#giving a whole review here damn #but it needs to be said #so it can leave me brain #i won’t say im disappointed #bc i’m not it’s still one of my favorite shows ever #season 2 just kinda fell flat to me #and i couldn’t sleep so i did this instead #the uncanny counter #the uncanny counter 2 #kdrama #kdrama review #so mun #ga mo tak #do ha na #chu mae ok #choi jang mool #na jeok bong #hwang pil gwang #gelly berherd #ma ju seok

[illfoandillfie]

Hi, I'm so glad you are doing the advent calendar again!

I think someone (or maybe it was me 😅) requested this before but I would love a little blurb related to ADKOE but from Roger's point of view, could be something of a continuation of where the story is now, or one of the previous scenes from his perspective, or even a bit of a introspective moment of reflection when 'y/n' is not there.

Of course no worries if this is not something you would be interested in writing, I'm so looking forward to whatever you post 😊

Thank you! 💕

Blurb Advent 2023: Day 25

ahhh amazing, I was hoping someone would ask for this again lmao, it was the push I needed to actually finish it!

It's set in during the munch chapter. Mostly fluffy with maybe a little angst just from some of the thoughts he's having. It was a lot of fun figuring out and writing so I'd defs be open to doing more of these in the future! Also, it's officially Christmas Day for me here so for those who celebrate, merry christmas! I hope this is a decent sort of present lmao.

Warnings: Modern AU, smut, professor x student, slowburn romance, dom/sub dynamics and discussion of them, munch, conversations about bdsm/kink, body painting, mentions of Dylan, a mention of sexual abuse/rape but nothing graphic and only in a theoretical way.

Roger had been a little reluctant to leave you on your own, but you’d seemed to be doing alright talking to Daisy and Jo and he knew he couldn’t hover around you all day. So he asked Mike to join him in the kitchen, a little curious to see what the other man had made of you so far. And he didn’t have to wait long to find out.   “Well Y/N is just as lovely as you said. Bit shy but that’s understandable.” Mike said as he watched Roger crack eggs into the brownie mix, “How’s it going with her?”  “In one word, surprising.”  “Oh?”  Roger decided how best to elaborate as he mixed the batter, “I don’t want to go into too much detail-”  “Right, cause you’ve never been the sort to kiss and tell,” Mike laughed.  Roger laughed too but shook his head, “No it’s going well I think. She’s still learning, but she’s getting there. Like we played around with some dirty talk recently. Partly just cause, y’know, it’s hot, but also because you’re right, she can be a bit shy. And I’m trying to get her to feel less self-conscious when vocalising what she wants. She was hesitant at first but once she got into it some of what she came out with was...” It was impossible to explain so Roger opted to just gesture emphatically with his hands.  Mike just laughed, “That certainly does sound like fun.”  “Oh, it was.” Roger swallowed thickly as he remembered how you’d sounded admitting that you think about him. He hoped Mike wouldn’t ask too many questions because even just thinking about it now was making his cock twitch and he didn’t want to be too distracted during the munch. But it was hard when he kept hearing your whiney confessions replaying in his mind. When you’d confessed to masturbating more often than ever before. When you’d admitted that he, Roger, made you feel better than anyone else had. If he said any of that out loud Mike would assume it was just the ego boost, which he supposed was fair. He’d have thought so too if someone had told him. Heck, he’d been with women where the ego boost was nearly all he was running on. But not with you. The way you’d said it all, how hesitant you’d been to start, how you’d blushed afterwards. It wasn’t a performance with you. You meant it when you’d said it. And that’s what was turning Roger on. 

But thankfully all Mike said was, “I’m glad it’s going well. She seems like a sweet kid.”  “Yeah,” Roger chuckled, “Mostly.”  “What’d you mean?”  “Look, she is a lot of things – dedicated, intelligent, curious – but she’s also very....” he paused as he tried to find the right word, “You ever have a sub that just wants to rush into everything?”  Mike nodded sympathetically.  “She wants to know it all now, not later. And she’s always questioning the importance of what I’m trying to teach her.”  “Yeah I’ve known one or two subs like that. They think they know best even though they know nothing.”  “Yeah, exactly. I mean, we’ve had arguments about it. I try explaining why I’ve picked what I’ve picked to teach her and usually I get her to accept it even if she disagrees but last week she just wouldn’t let it go. So I got pissed off, probably snapped at her more than she deserved and basically told her it was my way or the highway.”  “I wouldn’t beat yourself up too much, everyone has moments like that.”  “Yeah but that’s not really how I want this thing with her to be. I’d just been saying it was okay if she wanted to say no to learning something or to alter kinks to suit her better, and then I turn around and tell her to suck it up and do what I say or else. That’s not the lesson I want her to learn from all this.”  “Rog I think you’re being a little harsh on yourself. I’m sure she understands the difference.” 

“I know, you’re probably right. I just....She approached me to teach her so she could impress this other guy and he is...” Roger paused again but only so he could take a steadying breath and unclench his hand from his wooden spoon, “I don’t know him, but he sounds like a real piece of work. But she is determined to have him. I just want to make sure she’s prepared and knows enough to protect herself because I worry what could happen to her.”  “You sure you’re not jealous?” Mike asked with a raised eyebrow and a joking grin, “I saw how you were watching her before.”  “I was making sure she wasn’t too overwhelmed by everything.”  “Mmhmm sure.”  “Oh shut up, it’s not jealousy. No, this guy is into some really hard stuff – CNC, free use, somnophilia. She told me he’s even joked about pimping her out to his friends. I’m genuinely worried that if she goes back to him he’ll drug and rape her and she’ll think it’s kink. I need to make sure she understands the difference.”  The smile had fallen from Mike’s face as he took Roger’s concern in, “Fuck, really?”  Roger nodded, “I’m so conscious that there’s a time limit.”  The was a pause as Mike considered what to say, “You’re a good dom Rog. You know your stuff, and I’m sure you’ll be able to teach her how to recognise danger signs, even if she gets stubborn about it first. I mean, you say something enough times it has to sink in eventually. And if she’s as smart as you say she is then she will work it out. Plus, now she’ll have more people she can go to for help if she needs it. Tina will’ve taken one look at the kid and got very mother hen about her, and you know Jo and Daisy’ll look out for her too.”  “Yeah,” Roger sighed, some of the anxiety that had started to build at the thought of Dylan easing off. He pulled a smile onto his face and changed the topic, hoping he had enough time. 

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When he came back into the main room, Roger immediately looked for you, even as he was laughing at Mike’s stupid joke. Seeing you sitting with the other women was a relief. It was like Mike had said it would be, they’d all taken a shine to you and he could already see that he’d be constantly fielding questions about you from all of them. But then you looked up, and there was something in your expression that made his eyebrows furrow. He forced himself to look away as he announced dessert.  “Ooo brownie? Yes please,” Daisy sounded so excited by the prospect Roger couldn’t help but laugh.  “It’s just a packet mix, don’t get too excited.”   But Daisy hurried towards the patio all the same, closely followed by Jo and then Tina who grabbed Mike as she went, perhaps sensing Roger’s desire for a private word.   It was hard for Roger not to be concerned when you rose slower than the others and reached him after they’d all disappeared. He felt as if you’d have walked right past him if he’d not caught your arm. You seemed almost surprised to see him.  “Hey, how are you going? He asked softly, hoping he sounded normal, “Not too overwhelmed? I know they can be kind of loud but-” 

You moved quicker than Roger was prepared for and he staggered back a little as your lips met his, but nothing was as surprising as how purposeful the kiss felt. Your lips pressed hard to his, your arms wrapping around his neck and without thinking Roger tugged you in close, not sure what had brought on the sudden display of affection but not wanting to interrupt it either. He liked kissing you and it felt too nice to question it much. Thankfully you seemed to want the kiss to continue as much as he did, though that did mean the end of it was just as unexpected as the start.   “What - uh – what was that for?” Roger asked, trying to blink some sense back into his brain.  “For looking after me.”  It took a moment longer than it might have before you’d kissed him, but eventually the pieces all fell into place and he nodded his realisation, “I take it you heard about Daisy’s ex then?”  “Yeah, and some other stuff.”  Before Roger could even begin to wonder what the other stuff could be or to reassure at all, you continued.   “Sorry I’ve been so stubborn about things. I made it harder for you. But I think I understand now.”  “Understand what?”  “About why it’s not all about what Dylan wants.”   That was the last thing Roger had expected to hear and for a moment he considered whether you might have overheard his conversation with Mike. But he couldn’t deny that he was pleased with your admission, and he found himself smiling as he took you in again, “You have no idea how happy I am to hear that. Do you want to talk about it later, after everyone goes?”  “Maybe.” 

He reached for your hand but thought better of it, switching instead to rubbing your arm in what he hoped was a comforting way. The last thing he wanted was to make you feel pushed into talking before you were ready and yet he was dying to know more. He wanted to send everyone else home right then so he could ask you about what made you understand. He wanted to kiss you again, kiss you a lot, too, just to show you how glad he was. And he wanted to tell you what hadn’t felt right to say the previous week. That he thinks about you too, much more often than he should. That he worries for you and wants to keep you safe. But it would have killed the mood during the last session, and it felt like too much to admit now. Too big of a conversation for right then. And besides, he’s not even sure how to say any of it properly. Mike had assumed jealousy and he doesn’t want you to think the same thing. So instead all he said was, “C’mon, you look like you need some sugar, let’s go eat dessert,” as he gently lead you outside.  

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But he did get his chance later. Once again, you’ve surprised him. In a good way, of course. For someone who was so against sensory play to start you’d sure taken to it like a duck to water. He would have felt terrible if you’d found it boring or uninspiring. But instead he got to enjoy a fairly relaxed evening with you. And relaxing was what he needed after how tense he’d been throughout the munch. You needed it too, he decided. Not just because of how draining it was to meet new people and come to world shattering realisations, but also because he’d asked a lot of you over the past few weeks. You’d tried so many new things and been pulled out of your comfort zones. It felt right to offer you an intimate experience that was less intense than what you might have been expecting. He let you just enjoy the sensations and quietly process the day as he prattled on with all the stuff he’d planned for his lesson. And each time you squirmed or giggled when he painted somewhere ticklish, he felt especially pleased. Although, not quite as pleased as he felt when you asked if you could paint him. That was a good sign if ever he’d seen one. Not just that you were enjoying the moment, getting out of your head, but also that you could be interested in taking more control. Of course, wanting to paint on him was not the same as wanting to be dominant in a more explicitly kinky scene, but it was a step in that direction. He watched you closely as you painted his shoulder, wondering if he could ever interest you in testing the waters further. He could feel himself getting harder at the idea of you domming him and tried to focus on what he had to tell you about different paints. It was hard though when you were so close. He could feel your breath as you leaned in, focusing on getting the shape right, and you were so close. You’d been closer, of course, but not like this. It made him shiver as he supressed the urge to pull you into a kiss. And then you leaned back and he mentioned Margo and suddenly things had dissolved into something much sillier. He was nearly breathless from laughing but seeing his finger prints on your arse made him giggle again and something about it pleased him greatly. But then he looked down and saw his cock covered in blue, the paint more evenly distributed where your palm had been, thinner under your fingers. He swallowed hard when he realised he could see your fingerprints in the paint. 

After that things quieted down again. He liked watching you while you painted him, content not to say too much. There was nothing more he had to teach about sensation play, he’d given you all the important information. You were quiet too which was understandable. There was a lot to process from the munch and he supposed dwelling on it while mindlessly painting was as good a time as any. He was just glad to be with you, playing with paint, able to make sure you were okay. And then suddenly, apropos of nothing, you asked how he’d gotten into BDSM. It was a surprise but Roger was happy to answer and he liked that you’d asked the others too, that you’d been seeking out other perspectives. Without meaning to he started telling you about his father. It wasn’t something he’d intended to share, it wasn’t something he really talked about ever. But he wanted you to understand what an affect it had had on his approach to doming, especially now you seemed to have grasped what he’d been trying to teach you about submission and power.    “The line between kink and straight out violence can become very thin at times and there are a lot of people who don’t understand the difference, and some who do but ignore it anyway.” He wanted to tell you that maybe Dylan was one of those people, hopefully the first group more than the second. He wanted to let you know that thinking about what Dylan could do to you, what he fears he would do to you if given the chance, makes him more anxious and worried than anything else. But he didn't want to scare you. And he didn’t want you to think he’d overreacting because he doesn’t actually know Dylan at all. It’s all just assumptions based on what you’ve said. So he keeps that bit to himself, hoping that telling you what he has is enough to keep you mindful about who you engage in kink with.  

Quiet falls again but it’s comfortable, despite the heavy topic. Roger could say more but he gives you time to think about it, absorb it all. So it’s not until he takes the brush back that he asks his own question.   “Did you mean what you said in front of the mirror?”  It had just slipped out. He was going to ask what else you’d discussed at the munch, if there was anything else you wanted his perspective on. But the mirror scene was never far from the top of his thoughts at the moment and it had pushed through just as he opened his mouth.   You were clearly embarrassed to talk about it and Roger tried not to focus on how cute you were when he flustered you. He can feel your warmth when he rubs your thigh, trying to comfort you a little. He gets why you’re uncomfortable. He’s your professor, you’re his student. You’re not meant to think of each other in these ways. But he does. You’re bewitching, how could he not? And he thinks maybe if you know those thoughts you’ve been having are mutual, you won’t have as much reason to be embarrassed by them. So he admits the thing he’s not supposed to.   “I think about you too.”  This time you’re the one who looks surprised and Roger can’t help but feel a little pleased that he’s got you back, just a little, for how frequently you’ve surprised him of late. He wants to say more – that he doesn’t just think of you, that he dreams of you. That after you leave he’ll spend the next night replaying the sex in his mind, jerking off thinking about you. That he spends longer than he should planning your lessons, longer than he spends on his real lessons sometimes. He always gets caught up imagining how you’ll react to things, how you’ll respond, hoping you’ll enjoy what he plans to do to you. He wants you to know that he loves teaching you this stuff, loves how you approach everything with curiosity. Loves....your enthusiasm. But he can’t admit that. You’ve already had to absorb so much today and it’s been such a nice evening. He doesn’t want to overwhelm you. So he asks you more, just to keep himself from saying too much.  

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