jane doe week days 2 + 3: alternate jane doe + you as jane doe :3 (really really terribly late whshshshsv)
just silly doodles rn because . school
on the left is day 2 with noel/monique :3 i think my fav/final design would be second rightmost one on the bottom, the one with the monique head and the fucked up dress,, i wanted to take inspiration from bisque dolls but idk how much you can really see that ahah
on the right is day 3!! some notes:
my hair falls over my face a lot so i brought that into the design
i think i also move really clumsily so i added that too but like, more exaggerated ,,?? i'd be bumping into objects/the cast often,, maybe slipping sometimes too wwshshshshs
i wanna up the creepiness factor but like . in a silly way :3 popping up behind the other members, silent for the most part
heavy makeup probably!! really dramatic eyeliner to mimic cracks
final designs are the ones at the very bottom :3
i see my version of the ballad involving Lots of movement,, like i'm flying and spinning around a lot (i say as if i could actually handle that)
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Carlos is always weak for TK. He's always been ridiculously sensitive, and with his boyfriend knowing exactly how to touch him, he's powerless to avoid desperation. This is a new level, however.
TK had the brilliant idea to try temperature play, which is how Carlos wound up on his back, hands tied to the headboard, squirming as TK jerks him off with one warm and wet hand while he uses the other to trace Carlos' nipples with an ice cube.
"Feel good, baby?"
He nods and whines. TK just smirks at him, which is all the warning he get before TK switches hands and his ice cold skin is wrapped around Carlos' cock instead. Immediately, he arches off the bed with a sharp cry. He can't tell if it brought him closer to the edge or pushed him away. All he knows is that he has no idea what to do with the overwhelming pattern of sensations. He whimpers out a plead, not certain what for, to which TK responds with a shit-eating grin.
"I know, baby. It's so much, isn't it?"
He nods.
"Oh, sweet boy, you're doing so well for me."
The second his hand has started to warm up, he lets go. Carlos scarcely has the time to protest over the sudden loss of sensation before the ice cube that was on his chest is suddenly against the head of his cock, rubbing in tiny little circles. He cries out at the sudden sensation and tries to get away from it- with no success, as it turns out.
Then TK is jerking him off again mercilessly fast, saying something that Carlos can't hear over the roaring in his ears.
Buck can be shy, Eddie realizes. It's an interesting contrast to his bubbly personality, and all the stories he's heard from the rest of the crew about the escapades of Buck 1.0. He can't begin to imagine what it's like to be Buck, to have lived the life he has with the adversities he's faced, but then again, maybe he doesn't need to. All that matters is that he's here with Buck now, he loves him, and he will support him in everything he does.
The first time they had sex was a long ways coming. It came after years of flirting and hidden feelings and Eddie getting shot by a sniper on the streets of LA, but was sudden in the urgency. After Eddie's welcome home party, Buck pushed him onto the bed, sucked his dick and fingered him until Eddie forgot his own damn name. He hadn't let Eddie touch him, that first time.
Somewhere between Buck 1.0 and Buck 3.0, Buck got a little more protective about who he let see him, touch him. Eddie's money is on Abby, Taylor or both. He doesn't know for sure though, and he doesn't ask, because it's up to Buck to talk about it when he's ready. Eddie will wait a million years for Buck rather than make him feel like he has to do or say something he's not ready to.
It's the second time around that Eddie actually gets Buck undressed. He lays him out on the king sized bed in Buck's loft and spends an eternity kissing him. He traces every tattoo with his tongue, kisses along the faint pink scars on Buck's chest, leaves bright pink and deep purple marks on the sensitive skin of his inner thighs. He gets to see Buck, all of him, on that night. With his eyes flitting between the most intimate parts of him and Buck's face to look for any signs of discomfort, Eddie lets his fingers trace ever so lightly over Buck's pussy, giving him just the barest idea of how wet he is. And then Buck closes his legs, looks away, says he isn't ready quite yet. Eddie kisses his thighs some more and promises he doesn't mind waiting. They spend the afternoon making out, culminating in a frottage session that leaves them both panting. Eddie paints the inside of his boxers. Buck says he didn't get off, but isn't bothered.
A few weeks later, Eddie finally gets to touch him. Buck slips into the bathroom after they've both gotten fairly worked up, and returns with a harness around his hips that boasts a rather impressive strap. Eddie sinks to his knees in front of Buck on the floor and gets his mouth on the smooth silicone. He looks up at him as Buck cards a hand through Eddie's hair, noting the flush on his cheeks and the way his chest heaves with every breath he takes. This does it for him. They return to the bed, Buck laying down atop the covers while Eddie rests between his legs.
As he continues to suck on the strap, he slowly slides a hand up Buck's thigh, a warning in case he wants to stop him. The strap sits high enough that it doesn't really restrict access to Buck's body, a fact which has Eddie drooling. As he continues to mimic a blowjob, he finds Buck's actual cock hidden in his folds. Bottom growth, Eddie thinks it's called, from the dozens of articles and videos he's been consuming for the past few months to learn about how to best make Buck comfortable and make him feel good. He starts a gentle rhythm with his thumb and forefinger, stroking it in time with the bobbing of his head on Buck's strap. Buck pulls his hair, guiding him to show him how he likes it, and Eddie follows every cue of his mouth with a similar motion with his fingers.
He goes until Buck's thighs are trembling and his soft moans have reached a fever pitch. He doesn't get a real verbalization, but he can tell the moment that Buck comes, back arching and thighs instinctively trying to close around Eddie's shoulders. He slowly works him through it until Buck is whimpering from oversensitivity.
Almost immediately, Buck throws an arm across his face to hide as he catches his breath. Eddie crawls up his body so they're at face level again and moves his arm out of the way. He needs to know that everything's alright. Buck is shy, he knows, but the dazed, satisfied smile on his face makes Eddie's heart clench just as much as it makes his stomach warm with the thought of what's to come.
