#mp: a

[king-of-the-cults]

answers → jack & river

With the last days of filming drawing close, Jack was running low on time. He'd tried everything he could to get River to cave in, every trick in his book that he'd stooped so low as to being in the position he was currently in now. It was pathetic, a last ditch attempt at winning his way into the other man's pants before it all wrapped up and he lost. Jack Panasik never lost. 

The director paced for a few moments as he moved towards the door of the other's trailer - stopping and turning back for a moment before plucking back up and moving closer. It wasn't because of nerves however, it was pride. Jack was proud of himself, he was proud of his sexual allure and often even marvelled at his own ability to woo others without even really trying. River had been different. And now - as his hand rose to knock on the door of the other man's trailer with the final shoot notes in his hand, the director was about to do something he hadn't done before and the whole idea of it made him feel sick to his stomach. But there was one thing he wanted more than River caving in, and that was answers as to why he hadn't already.

[paint-bybinary-blog]

assortment → linc & kit

The moment Linc heard the doorbell ring he paused his video game and jumped up, however he immediately regretted it and groaned from the pain radiating through his back. His punishment hadn't been the nicest thing in the entire world the night before, although he knew he deserved it. The caning wasn't bad, really--well, it hurt like hell, but Linc didn't mind it as much as the other part. The other part was the part that he couldn't stand. But he knew he deserved it, so he had no room to complain. A good punishment was needed for a growing little pup like himself. If he didn't get it at least twice a month, well, he knew he was doing something wrong.

He was excited to show Kit some of the things that he had in the play room--he could straight up tell that the other boy was new to some of this stuff (intuition or something) and so it was always fun to be able to explain things to people that were just getting started out. Clad in a simple pair of gym shorts and a low hanging tank top (because his back just flat out hurt, and he wasn't going to put himself through wearing an actually t-shirt when the welts were still this fresh), he moved to the door and opened it, giving the boy on the other side a wide smile. "Hi Kit!" he said excitedly, bouncing on his heels. "Come in come in," he stepped to the side and gestured for the other male to come in. "Don't mind Bruiser and Leo--they won't hurt you, I promise," he stated, gesturing down toward the pug at his feet and the doberman at his hip.