#but the pain would be sooooo gooood

[aychama]

Just had an awful idea for my royal au...

Should I turn up the angst like 1000° more or should I scrap the idea...

Hmmmm....

[serickswrites]

Forget the World

Warnings: knife, stabbing, blood, mcd, grief, caretaker and whumpee

"Don't go where I can't follow, Whumpee," Caretaker had always said to Whumpee whenever they went out to hunt down a perp.

"I won't," Whumpee had always promised.

But as Caretaker rushed a limp and bleeding Whumpee to help, they weren't so certain Whumpee was going to keep their promise. To Whumpee's credit, they had stayed by Caretaker's side. Mostly. Caretaker had only turned to check down a different hallway for a few moments, had only let Whumpee leave their sight for less than five minutes.

And that five minutes was all it took to fall to shit.

It was the sound of Whumpee's scuffle with Whumper that had Caretaker spinning around. It was the sight of the knife in Whumper's hand already slick with Whumpees blood that had Caretaker's mouth going dry. And it was the sight of the knife plunging into Whumpee's side once more that had Caretaker charging forward.

As Whumpee collapsed onto their knees, hands going to try and staunch the flow of blood from their side, Caretaker was on Whumper. They pummeled Whumper until they were sure that Whumper wasn't going to get up again. Caretaker cuffed Whumper before they turned around to check on Whumpee.

Caretaker couldn't get a good breath once they did.

Whumpee was deathly pale, their skin almost grey, as they knelt in a puddle of their blood. Their hands weakly pressed against their side. "Caretaker," Whumpee whispered, "I....don' f-f-f-feel sooooo go-go-gooood."

Caretaker ripped off their own jacket and pressed it to Whumpee's side. "Hold this there." Caretaker called for an ambulance, knowing that one wasn't too far away, but that they would have to walk to where the ambulance could meet them. "Can you walk? We have to get you to help, now Whumpee."

Without waiting for Whumpee's reply, Caretaker pulled Whumpee to standing, hooking Whumpees arm around their neck. Caretaker winced at Whumpee's screech of pain. "PLEASE!"

"It's not far, Whumpee. Come on. I know it hurts. I know. I'm sorry, Whumpee." Caretaker knew they wouldn't be able to carry Whumpee. Whumpee was taller and heavier than they were, there was no way. "I'm going to get you to help, but I need you to help me."

Whumpee squeezed their eyes shut and nodded. "'kay," they said shakily.

Caretaker moved as quickly as they could to where they knew the ambulance would be waiting. They could feel Whumpee struggle to take each step. Could hear Whumpee's ragged breathing grow fainter with each step. Could feel Whumpee's hot blood coating their own hands more and more as they moved. "Not much farther, Whumpee. Almost there. Hang in there. Remember, you promised you wouldn't go where I can't follow you. You hear me? You promised."

"Y-Y-Yes," Whumpee exhaled.

Caretaker could see the flashing lights of the ambulance. Relief filled them as they trudged forward, Whumpee's weight leaning more and more on them. "We made it, Whumpee," Caretaker said, relief filling their voice.

Whumpee didn't reply as their legs gave out. Caretaker slowed down Whumpee's fall, but was unable to keep them upright. "HELP!" Caretaker roared, hoping that the EMTs could hear them. "Whumpee. Whumpee. Open your eyes. Whumpee." Caretaker frantically tapped Whumpee's cheek.

Caretaker was pushed to the side by the EMTs. The EMTs quickly lifted Whumpee onto the waiting gurney, hooking Whumpee up to various leads and lines. The monitor flicked to life in one continuous shrill cry that Whumpee's heart wasn't beating. That Whumpee had flatlined.

Caretaker watched in horror as the EMTs frantically got to work. Caretaker watched, feeling ever distant from their body, as the EMTs started CPR. Caretaker watched as they repeated their words to Whumpee over and over under their breath. Don't go where I can't follow. Don't go where I can't follow. Don't go where I can't follow.

They couldn't tear their gaze from Whumpee's slack face. They hadn't kept an eye on Whumpee and that was all it took for Whumpee to end up bloodied on a gurney fighting for their life. Caretaker wasn't sure how long they stood there unable to hear anything but the shrill cry of the monitor. They jumped when one of the EMT's put a hand on their shoulder. Caretaker didn't want to hear what they were saying, didn't want to have the terrible words spoken into life.

"I'm so sorry. We tried everything we could. We couldn't get them back."

The words echoed in Caretaker's ears as their world crashed down around them. Whumpee was.....but they couldn't think that. Couldn't bear to think that they would exist in a world without Whumpee. Caretaker let themself be guided so sit near Whumpee's head. They couldn't hear the murmured words around them. They could only hear the terrible words that the EMT had said. "Whumpee is dead."

Caretaker cupped Whumpee's rapidly cooling cheek. If Caretaker only looked at Whumpee's face, they could lie to themself, tell themself that Whumpee was only sleeping. Because Whumpee did look like they were sleeping, albeit they were deathly pale.

"You promised me," Caretaker whispered as grief clawed its way up their throat. They couldn't breathe. This wasn't real. "You promised me you wouldn't go where I can't follow. You promised me."

But Whumpee didn't reply.

"I can't follow you there," Caretaker sobbed, the reality of everything finally setting in. "Oh God. I can't. I can't follow you. You promised!"

And still, Whumpee did not reply.

[restlessfandoming]

glaze lily (childe x lumine oneshot)

Lumine let out a huge yawn as she clambered down the steps of the Liyue Inn.

Paimon rubbed her eyes next to her. “Yesterday was such a long day of doing things for Zhongli.” The little guide then perked up. “At least we get a day off today! Paimon thinks we should spend the whole day eating!”

Lumine nodded, mouth salivating at the thought of breakfast. Hmm, what to eat? Grilled Tiger Fish? Mora Meat? Stir-Fried—

She opened the door of the Inn straight into Childe.

“Ahh!” Paimon screamed as Lumine jumped back, hand hovering over the hilt of her sword.

Childe let out a sheepish laugh. “Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you.”

Lumine let out a sigh of relief, dematerializing her blade. Paimon, on the other hand, let out a huff of anger.

She floated over to the Harbinger, hands on her hips. “What is it that you want? Scaring us first thing in the morning like that!”

“Were you waiting outside for me to wake up?” Lumine asked, one eyebrow raised.

“Only for a bit.” He pulled out a pocket watch. “I assumed the two of you like to sleep in,” he said as he dangled the watch in front of Lumine, “and looks like I was right.”

She rolled her eyes upon seeing that it was nearly the afternoon already as Childe gave her a tiny smirk.

Paimon made noises of protest. “Well, it’s not our fault that you and Zhongli have been making us run around doing all these tiring quests!”

“Well, the two of you have proved more than competent in completing these tasks.” His blue eyes lingered on Lumine, and she felt the need to look away. “Speaking of which,” he continued, “I would like for you to accompany me on a trip today.”

“What’s in it for us?” Lumine asked. Paimon feverishly nodded in agreement.

Childe tilted his head. “Well, as always I’m willing to offer lots of Mora…”

Then, Lumine’s stomach growled. Loudly. Her face flushed.

The Harbinger burst out laughing. “And I’ll throw in breakfast, on me.”

Lumine huffed and crossed her arms, face still burning. “Fine, we’ll take your deal.”

Paimon spun around excitedly. “Yay! Food!”

“So, where to?” Childe asked.

Lumine walked past him, going towards the smell of cooking food. “Whatever smells best.” From the corner of eye, she saw him shake his head with a smile.

After a few moments of following their noses, Paimon and the traveler stopped in front of Su Er’niang’s street food stand.

“That smells…” Lumine started.

“Sooooo gooood!” Paimon interjected, quickly flying to the vendor. “What is that you’re cooking?”

Su Er’niang smiled. “Why, it’s my delicious Zhongyuan Chop Suey!” She held up a plate of aromatic seasoned fish and meat skewers, nestled on a bed of glistening greens. Saliva dripped from Paimon’s mouth.

“How much for a plate?” Lumine asked, after swallowing her own watering mouthful.

“6,600 Mora!”

Her jaw dropped. “6-6,00 Mora for one plate?”

She felt a gloved hand rest on her shoulder, and a bag descended in front of her face.

“Here’s 20,000 Mora,” Childe’s voice rang out above her, directed at the vendor. “Get us three plates. You can keep the leftover money.”

“Oh, uhm, thank you, sir,” Su Er’niang said, taking the bag, eyes nervously flickering between the Fatui member and the traveler.

Ah, yes, the Fatui are very much feared. And for good reason. Lumine recalled Signoria’s attack on her and Venti. How cold and violent it was. She shuddered and shook off Childe’s hand.

“Let’s find a place to sit,” she said, walking away. Childe’s hand briefly hovered where it had been on her shoulder, before dropping to his side. He started to follow her to a table.

The two sat down across from each other, but the air had changed. The harbor was bustling with life in the afternoon sun, but all Lumine felt was Childe’s icy gaze. She tried to awkwardly eat, while his food remained untouched. Paimon scarfed down the skewers, completely oblivious to the tension in front of her. After a while, Lumine set down her food, opening her mouth to say something. But Childe spoke first.

“You still don’t trust me.” His eyes held the same hurt expression from before, when she had initially expressed her distrust of him about the Signoria incident. However, Zhongli wasn’t there to break the tension this time.

“You know why,” Lumine said, her voice tight. “The Fatui can’t be trusted.” It was harsh to say, but it was true. If she let people too close—a member of the Fatui at that—there was no telling what would happen; it could jeopardize her and her brother, wherever he was. If they found out she wasn’t of this world…

The Harbinger’s eyes narrowed slightly. “I won’t disagree there. But I have no interest in being like Signoria, or like the rest of the Fatui at that. As I’ve said before, I don’t agree with their methods.”

“Then why continue to be a part of it?”

“Yeah, you should leave if you don’t like them,” Paimon said quietly, hovering behind Lumine’s shoulder, scared.

He crossed his arms. “We all have our reasons for doing things. I have my reasons to do what I do, just like how you,” he said, leaning in, “have your reasons for keeping secrets.”

Lumine and Childe stared at each other, both with their eyes calculating and searching for answers.

Then, he let out a chuckle, breaking the tension. “Let’s not get so serious so early in the day!” He took a bite of the Chop Suey. “Tasty! Thankfully we don’t need chopsticks for this,” he said with a wink.

The traveler’s brows furrowed, and she exchanged a worried look with Paimon.

Childe sighed. “Look, I’d like for us to be...friends. Would that be so bad?”

Friends…

“Come with me today, and I promise, no funny business,” he said.

After a moment of silence, Lumine finally spoke, “Where would we be going anyways?” Was this a bad idea?

“Qingce Village.” He seemed to perk up slightly at Lumine agreeing. “I’m on a diplomatic mission, but it’s a rather long journey there alone.” He gave a small smile. “It would be a lot easier with another person accompanying me.”

“Hey! Paimon’s here too!” the fairy protested.

“Sorry, two other people accompanying me.”

“Why not any of your subordinates?” Lumine asked.

Childe rested his chin on his hand, tilting his head. “Boring. It’s always silent. Or, it’s ‘Yes, sir’ this and ‘Yes, sir’ that. I’d much rather have someone like you with me.” His eyes locked with hers.

She felt butterflies in her stomach. She scoffed, trying to get rid of them. “When do we leave?”

“As soon as you finish your food, girlie.”

Lumine stuffed a whole skewer in her mouth, trying to hide the heat that was steadily rising from her stomach to her face. Childe laughed.

“Hurry up, Lumine! Paimon’s already all done!” Paimon lifted her empty plate, going to show Childe. Struggling under the weight, however, she accidentally hit him in the face.

Lumine snorted, and soon, the three of them were all smiles and laughs.

Friends...Maybe that wouldn’t be so bad…

                               * * *

“Are we almost there yet? Paimon’s tired…,” Paimon asked, dramatically drooping her shoulders.

“You don’t even walk, you float,” Lumine said.

Paimon pouted. “Doesn’t make it any less tiring.”

“We’re nearly there. The last bridge to cross is up ahead,” Childe answered.

“Oo, Lumine look!” Paimon floated to a plant with shining red fruit hanging from its branches. “Juyeun Chilis!”

Seeing the chilis reminded her of Xiangling. She grimaced at the thought of slime soup.

Paimon sniffed one, and immediately began coughing. “W-wow! Even—cough—even the smell is s-spicy!”

Childe walked over and plucked one, examining it. “Hmm, I’ve yet to try one during my stay in Liyue.”

“Do you like spicy food?” Lumine asked.

“Not necessarily. But, I’m not opposed to trying new things.” He proceeded to take a bite of the chili, as if it were an apple.

Lumine and Paimon both gasped.

He looked at them. “What?”

The traveler regarded him with wide eyes. “Y-you have no reaction?”

He shrugged. “I guess not.”

“You’re a psychopath.”

“Oh? You really think so?” His blue eyes glinted.

Before Lumine could respond, a group of Treasure Hoarders jumped out from the shadows of the bamboo lining the pathway.

“What do we have here? Some lone travelers?” the largest of the group said.

“Some lone travelers we easily outnumber, boss,” another Hoarder added, waving his bow around.

The other Hoarders laughed sardonically, all brandishing their weapons of choice. There were 10 of them, all closing in around Lumine, Childe, and Paimon.

“Give us all your belongings, and we won’t make a fuss,” the boss demanded.

Soon, Lumine and Childe were back to back, with Paimon frantically looking for somewhere to hide.

“Think you can take half of them?” Childe murmured.

Lumine scoffed. “Of course.”

“When I draw my spear then.”

She inched her hand towards where her hilt would materialize momentarily. Then, WHOOSH, the sound of rushing water filled her ears as Childe’s spear formed next to her.

Lumine’s sword appeared in her hand as she rushed forth, striking the closest enemy. They were stunned, giving her time to charge up a Palm Vortex, which ended up sending two of the Hoarders spiraling away. With three left, she charged with her blade again, continuously delivering hits, then sending out a Gust Surge, blowing the remaining three enemies away.

She turned to Childe, ready to assist him, only to find him standing there, watching her. The Treasure Hoarders on his side were already subdued, all groaning on the ground in pain.

“Very impressive,” he said. “No wonder you’re the renowned ‘Hero of Mondstadt.’”

She rolled her eyes. “Good job to you too.”

Paimon flew out from behind a nearby rock. “Whew! We took those guys out fast!”

Lumine raised her brows. “We?”

“You and Childe make a good team!” Paimon said, ignoring the question.

“Yes, I’d say we do,” the Harbinger agreed. “What do you say we join forces?”

“No thank you,” Lumine answered. “Dealing with Paimon is enough.”

“Hey!”

Lumine started walking towards the bridge. “C’mon, it’s almost nighttime,” she said, eyeing the colors of the sunset splashed across the sky.

As the three of them crossed the bridge, the sight of the village came into view.

Lumine gaped at the beautiful sea of yellow and orange fields and crystal rivers. She went straight to one of the fields, looking at the colorful flowers.

“So pretty!” Paimon said, laying down in the plants, and closing her eyes. “So soft…”

“I take it you like the village?” Childe asked, walking up behind them.

The traveler nodded. “It’s quiet. Peaceful.”

They stood in silence for a while. Birds chirped. The wind rustled. In the distance, children playfully screamed. The sun was dipping below the horizon, and Paimon’s tiny snores started to fill the air. Childe and Lumine both chuckled.

“Before I speak with the elders,” he started. He leaned down, and picked something out of the ground. A brilliant blue flower with shimmering white petals in the center. “Here.” He held it out for Lumine.

“A glaze lily?” she asked. She remembered seeing some at Liyue Harbor.

“Yes. They’re an extremely ancient flower, and they only open at night.” He brought it closer to her nose. “Zhongli said that it transforms the memories of the land into its fragrance when it opens.”

Lumine leaned in, closed her eyes, and sniffed. There was a scent of the earth, reminiscent of the vast mountain ranges across the land, along with the salty spray of the ocean.

“Yes, it definitely smells like how I would imagine Liyue smells.” She opened her eyes, and to her shock, found Childe’s face closer to hers than before.

She blushed slightly, wanting to back away, but his intense icy blue eyes kept her in place. One of his hands reached up, and then took out the white flowers in her hair.

“Let’s see how this looks,” he said, quieter—his voice more husky—than usual. He gently put the glaze lily in her hair, then stared at her silently.

Lumine’s heart was racing. “W-what?”

He smiled. “Nothing.”

“Don’t lie,” she said.

“Okay.” He leaned in close. “You’re very beautiful.”

Then, Childe kissed her.

If it was possible, Lumine would’ve thought the top of her head blew off, leaving the rest of her body to boil alive in the heat she was feeling.

“Ah-uh-uhm,” she tried to speak; her tongue refused to listen.

He pulled away and chuckled. “Stay close by until I’m done with my meeting, okay?”

“Ah-uh-wha-what?” she stuttered.

Childe casually sauntered away. “Be back soon!”

Lumine stood in place for what seemed like an eternity, trying to keep her brain from melting away.

Did that really just happen?!

“Ch-Childe,” she said, but her voice was barely above a whisper. He was already a dot in the distance. “Childe!” she shouted. But he couldn’t hear her.

Paimon stirred awake. “Huuuuh? What happened?” she slurred, lazily floating up from the ground.

“I—,” Lumine said, “I don’t know.”

It was a surprise. Definitely a huge surprise.

But...she didn’t hate it.

In fact, against everything she had thought of him at this point, she enjoyed it.

She brushed her fingers over her lips. Then, she took the glaze lily from her hair, looking at it over and over again.

Childe...Is he an enemy? A friend? Or is he something more?

[Fic Masterlist]

[wikluk]

I would like to hear more about the nail art/ hybrid nails…….

What encanto or any other character would wear those nails?

Oh my GOOOOD, it's a question I didn't know I needed! SOOOOO–

In the Star Wars universe, I'm sure and I hc that Satine Kryze would totally do her nails, even if they're not very long (tho probably almonds or ovals). It just suits her lol

And In Encanto? Hmm... I think Luisa might be into nails, like, she usually keeps them short because she uses her hands a lot to carry heavy things so long nails would be very vulnerable, but she loves some good squovals/squares and loves the nail art because she can have them painted with anything - donkeys, unicorns, any adorable and cute details.

I think Pepa and Dolores would be into nails as well, maybe keep them longer, like long ovals or almonds. They don't need to use their hands that much, so long nails wouldn't be uncomfortable for them, and it would go nicely with their overall style of clothing and so on.

Mirabel would paint her nails with traditional nail polish because she loves to change them and she often would mix colours or various patterns. It's easier with traditional nail polishes because she can remove the nail polish quickly and easily, and repaint them in a few minutes. She'd keep them short as well, because it's more comfortable with that length while sewing.

Abuela would pain her nails with traditional nail polish for parties and other elegant occasions, to match them with her make-up and clothes. Short, elegant nails.

I'm not sure about Isabela... Like, I think her perfect self would wear short but well-groomed and always looking fresh and elegant nails. Post-perfect-era Isabela? Either would resign from doing her nails at all or would go crazy about them, checking various shapes, lengths, colours and so on. Changing her nails as often as she does with her hair and clothes.

Julieta... Hmm. I actually think she may be into nails? Like, she's not much into make-up in general, but she likes to have her hands taken care of, so she uses a lot of oils, creams, Agustin massages her hands almost daily, it's their little tradition. And so she would wear her nails short (squares/squovals or ovals) and rather mild (maybe some French mani, or some nudes, or pastels) because it's uncomfortable when while cooking, dough or flour or whatever gets under them, so for the hygiene and convenience's sake, she'd keep them short but elegant.

Camilo may like to paint his nails black, like many rockstars often did, and he'd piss Isabela off by stealing her black nail polish XD

(yes, I love nails lol)

[rawiswhore]

Shawn Michaels x Fem Reader- “Because I Got High”

About the Corona virus/Quarantine epidemic, I admit this Corona virus/Quarantine epidemic is horrible, no doubt about that, and I hate how I can't go certain places that I want to go to because of it (i.e. the library).

However, there is a positive thing about the Quarantine, and one of them is that I can type fanfics during the daytime.

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1997, the year this fanfic is set in, this would be the last year one of the most prominent, iconic and beloved stars of the New Generation era and throughout the 90's, Shawn Michaels, would fully be wrestling and giving promos throughout the most famous wrestling company in the world, until the next year, where he'd continue to wrestle until a back injury caused him to retire from the company until 2002.

Which is a damn shame, because how HOT was Shawn in 1998-2001, especially the summer of 1998 when he returned with shorter hair?

Speaking of hotness, you've grown a crush on Shawn Michaels lately, especially considering he's gotten rid of that tacky outdated mullet, and in 1997, Shawn was sexier than ever before (at least in my opinion).

However, Shawn's been on a downward spiral lately, even other wrestlers admit that, not just with his horrendous behavior and attitude towards other wrestlers, but with his drug and alcohol addiction he's struggled with since the late 1980's.

Even though you do wish Shawn could get clean and sober from drugs, however, seeing Shawn partying, and not the kind of partying that involves piñatas, but instead partying with booze and drugs, has given you a pretty clever idea.

You've done drugs before, in fact, you were addicted to them throughout the majority of the 90's because you were a stupid teenager who experimented with drugs, cigarettes, alcohol and sex simply because you thought all of those things were cool.

Tonight, you and Shawn were in a hotel room the two of you shared, you were lying on your back across the only bed in this room stark naked.

Not only were you stark naked, but before you could do anything that night, you removed the makeup off of your face in the bathroom before you shed your clothes off.

That way, you can go to sleep with him without falling asleep while wearing makeup. Smart thinking.

You hadn't drank any alcohol or done any drugs that night...yet.

You and Shawn managed to actually sneak some drugs into the hotel, and you had some bottles of alcohol sitting in a cooler filled with ice, that cooler was right next to the bed.

Previously before you went to your hotel room, you told Shawn what you wanted to do with him tonight, after the show was over, and he was absolutely down and excited to do this with you and to you.

You had a can of Zima next to you that looked like a soda can, that way you can just pop the can off like it's soda and not have Shawn open it with a bottle opener.

Though, Shawn did bring a bottle opener with him, just so he could open a beer bottle.

You asked Shawn if it's okay if you pour Zima on your body for him to drink up, and he was fine with it.

Shawn loves beer the most, but you'd rather have him pour Zima, vodka or tequila on you instead of beer.

He might be from Texas, but he's not Stone Cold Steve Austin.

Your hand reached for the Zima can next to you, where you wrapped your fingers around the can and held it in the palm of your hand, pulling that can above your torso.

You directed your other hand towards the top of the can, where you raised the cap and the can opened.

You moved your palm holding the can towards your stomach, where you tipped the can slightly.

You poured some Zima from your stomach up to your breasts, drenching both of your tits in alcohol.

Mmmmm. Shawn might like that, maybe.

Thankfully and luckily, Shawn was lying in bed right next to you, albeit he still had his wrestling tights on.

He was watching you pour alcohol on your body, and even he couldn't wait to drink all that alcohol up.

He crawled on hands and knees towards your right thigh.

"Can you spread your legs open for me?" he asked.

Even without saying a word, your legs suddenly spread apart.

"Thank you!" he exclaimed.

"You're welcome" you replied with a smile.

He lifted one of his legs above your legs, then the other, where he sat in between your legs.

So that's why he wanted to be in between your legs, amongst probably other things...

He then leaned and lowered his head towards your stomach, his neck and torso lowering to you as well.

His tongue left his mouth, where he gave the little puddle above your navel a lick, tasting that iconic 90's alcohol on his tongue.

Tastes...meh....

He prefers beer, but whatever floats your boat.

He gave your stomach another quick little lick, his tongue flat on your wet stomach until the tip of it was raised.

But enough of that...

He placed his tongue flatly on your stomach, where he raised and dragged his tongue up the middle of your torso, this time letting his tongue taste that alcohol.

The alcohol was kind of burning his tongue when he dragged his tongue up your damp torso, but he'll forget about that pain soon.

You felt his tongue drag up your skin, and it felt so good.

The hair on your arms was standing erect when he did this.

He was hovering over your torso more and more, and having such a sexy wrestler hovering over you, licking alcohol off of you made blood rush to your clitoris.

His tongue brushed up the middle of your torso, licking up that alcohol.

Even though it felt so good having his tongue brush up your stomach, it didn't feel good enough.

Some of the Zima actually spilled and splashed onto the bedsheets, but, whatever.

Once his face was in the middle of your tits, he moved his face in front of your left breast, only to lower his head down to your left tit.

Before he could suck your tit, his tongue crawled out of his mouth, only to land on an area a few inches above your areola.

He dragged his tongue all across your breast, licking up that Zima, getting it off of your tit, smothering the skin area of your tit in his saliva.

His tongue traveled from above your areola, only to snake on the right side a few inches beside your areola, then down to the bottom of your tit.

This did feel amazing, goosebumps were appearing on your arms,  but it didn't feel quite good enough.

His tongue was snaking all over your tit, trying to get all the alcohol off of your breast.

Sometimes his tongue would crawl back into his mouth so he could gulp that alcohol down, but his tongue was snaking and swirling all on your breast, until he got all the alcohol off of your tit and reached your areola.

Once he finally reached your areola and nipple, after he finished licking up all the alcohol on your breast, he placed your nipple in his mouth and started sucking your nipple.

And not just that, but he was also sucking the alcohol off of your nipple, and the tip of his tongue was running in circles on your areola.

When the alcohol was in his mouth, he gulped it down, all while still sucking your tit.

Not just that, but if some alcohol dripped down your tit, his tongue would loll out of his mouth on your tit and lick up that Zima dripping down your tit like a raindrop down a window.

His mouth was wrapped tightly around your nipple.

Thank God your head was resting on a pillow, that way you don't have to arch your head back.

Your eyes had rolled in the back of your head, your eyelids shut your eyes and the small of your back was arched and raised from the mattress.

Both of your hands, specifically your palms, were gripping onto the mattress's sheets.

"Ohhhhhhhhh, Shaaaaaaaaawn" you moaned, hopefully no one will hear you next door.

He's probably hoping you moan out "aaaaaaaaaah, ahhhhhh, Shawnnnnn!" like those women at the beginning of his entrance music, which you have moaned out before.

"Y'like me sucking your tit, baby?" he purred, his voice warm and husky, like a glass of whisky.

He said this while his nipple was halfway in his mouth, his breath hot on your nipple and areola.

"Yesssss" you whined, hushing your voice so the people next door won't hear you.

"You're being a good girl" he coaxed, his voice hushed and quiet.

He went back to sucking your nipple, and he wasn't just sucking your nipple, but kissing your nipple like he kisses your lips, or any woman's lips, basically making out with your nipple.

Not just that, but the tip of his tongue was continuing to run in circles over and over on your nipple.

Sometimes his tongue would crawl back into his mouth so he could swallow the alcohol on his tongue, though, there wasn't really a lot of alcohol on his tongue.

"Shawn, this feels sooooo gooood" you whispered and moaned at the same time.

"Does it?" Shawn asked, the corner of his mouth stretching to make a smirk.

His mouth tightly wrapped around your nipple, and while he was sucking your nipple, your nipple bobbed and went up and down in his mouth.

You may as well do this now...

"Ohhhhhhhh, ohhhhhhhhhhhh, Shaaaaaaaawn!" you whined.

All Shawn could think when you moaned that were the cries of those women at the beginning of his entrance theme.

And while this was lovely and all, there's some alcohol on your other tit Shawn hasn't licked and sucked up.

He dragged his tongue across the right side of your tongue, his tongue gliding across the space in between your tits, until his tongue reached the top of your right tit.

Once his tongue was on your other tit, his tongue traveled all over your tit, dragging on the skin area of your tit, his tongue lowering down your breast, only to turn a swift curve across the bottom of your tit.

His tongue was getting stained in Zima, but surprisingly, he wasn't getting drunk, which might be a good thing, and I'll tell you why later.

He elevated his tongue up the left side of your tit, only for his tongue to turn across your tit.

His tongue swirled all over the skin areas of your breast, his tongue licking and making a swirl on your tit, lapping up and making sure he gets all the alcohol off of your boob.

His tongue tried not to miss any spots and was doing a good job, his tongue replacing the alcohol with his own saliva.

Surprisingly, while Shawn was busy licking you up, you didn't put your hand behind his head and run your fingers through your hair.

You forgot to do that!

But don't worry, you will do that.

Once Shawn was finished licking up all the alcohol off of your tit, he wrapped his lips around your nipple, then began sucking it.

And not just that, but he ran his tongue over and over again in circles on your areola.

While he was doing that, your hand ran behind his head, where your fingers roamed, ran and combed his hair, over and over again.

He felt you run your fingers through his locks and thought "Why didn't she do this to me while I was licking her body and her other tit?".

Indeed, you don't know why. But at least you're doing it now!

Some of the alcohol on your tit had dripped down his chin, heh, gives new meaning to "sweet chin music".

His tongue lolled out of his mouth, trying to lap up the Zima that dripped down his chin, but it was no use.

While he was laying on top of you, he was trying not to crush you considering he's heavier than you.

"Ohhhhhhh, yeaaaaaaaaaaah" you moaned. "Lick me baby, suck me!"

Your voice wasn't loud, but hushed, that way people next door won't hear you.

It probably isn't the best place to get high in a hotel room, you should've done it in the locker room, the dressing room or on your tourbus!

His mouth was sucking the alcohol off of your nipple, swallowing it.

His mouth sucked the alcohol off of your nipple and areola like a vacuum cleaner.

When he was licking your areola around in circles, he wasn't just licking it off, but also trying to make you feel good, great even.

Some of the alcohol on your areola was dripping down your tit, but he managed to catch that alcohol dripping down your tit with his mouth.

Then, he did something to your tit he didn't do to your other breast.

His mouth stretched out and widened, and not just that, but his mouth tried fitting your whole entire breast in his mouth.

Surprisingly, it worked.

However, the width of his mouth was shortening more and more, and he couldn't hold your whole entire breast in his mouth.

The walls inside his mouth as well as his lips were brushing all across your tit as his mouth and lips elevated to your nipple, until his lips and mouth stopped and paused at your areola.

His mouth was smearing your breast in his saliva.

Honestly, he spent too much time on your tits, now it's time to get to other areas besides your tits!

Your arm was stretched out, your hand was trying to grip wrap around the can.

Finally, your fingers were wrapped around that Zima can, holding it in your palm.

You pulled that can up to your chest, where you poured some of the can on your collarbone and on your neck, specifically the middle of your neck, and even poured some Zima on top of your lips, wetting your lips.

Your arm stretched out to the nightstand next to you and placed that can of Zima back on the drawer where you let the can sit there.

Shawn heard you spill some Zima on your collarbone and neck, where his head raised up and looked at you.

He actually could halfway even see your arm stretch out to grab the can, where he pulled himself away a few inches while you poured more Zima on yourself.

Hopefully his hair won't catch on fire.

Speaking of hair, you could feel his chest and body hair on your torso, and you'd love to lick alcohol and even snort cocaine off of his torso, but his torso's covered in chest hair, yuck!

When you sat the can back down on the nightstand, Shawn's head ran a few inches back towards your chest, where he placed his tongue on the puddle of Zima on your collarbone.

He dragged his tongue from your collarbone up to your neck, where his tongue brushed from your collarbone up to the middle of your neck, the top of his tongue getting drenched in alcohol.

Once he felt like he got enough alcohol in his mouth, his tongue crawled back into his mouth, only for his lips to shut right after his tongue got into his mouth, where he swallowed some of that alcohol.

Some of the alcohol, dripped across both sides of your neck and collarbone, and Shawn's tongue trailed all over your collarbone, licking up that alcohol, making sure he doesn't miss a spot.

While this did feel pretty good, it didn't feel that good.

His tongue directed to the left side of your collarbone, licking the drops of alcohol that spilled down the left side of your neck.

He then moved his tongue to the right side of your neck, where his tongue licked up the alcohol that dropped down the right side of your body.

He honestly doesn't have to lick up all the alcohol off of you.

His tongue then dragged up to the middle of your neck, where his mouth stopped there.

His lips began kissing the middle of your neck pretty vigorously and sexily, his breath hot on your neck.

His heavy breathing sent some heat into your pussy, specifically your clitoris.

Your head arched back, your mouth was open and your eyes were closed.

"Ohhh yesssss, Shaaaaaawn!" you moaned, your voice feeling hot and heavy.

Shawn directed his hand behind your head, where he held and cradled your head in his palm, his fingers in your hair.

He brushed and elevated his lips up your neck towards your own lips, that were drenched in Zima alcohol, where he locked your lips on yours.

When his lips locked on your mouth, the alcohol on your lips transferred to his lips, where the two of yours lips made lipsmacking sounds once they parted, only for your lips as well as his lips to join again, then part, then join, rinse and repeat.

While the two of you were making out, Shawn's tongue snuck out of his mouth and landed on the corner of your mouth, where the tip of his tongue trailed over your upper lip.

Once his tongue reached the other side of your upper lip, the tip of his tongue moved onto your bottom lip, where his tongue, specifically the tip of it, ran across your bottom lip.

Your upper part of your body (your head and torso) rose up from the mattress, where your hand was behind Shawn's head, your fingers running and combing his brown locks.

His fingers were running and roaming through your hair as well.

You then suddenly toppled on top of Shawn, where now Shawn's back was laying on the mattress, not yours.

And for a while, the two of you were making out with each other.

While you were kissing him, you could feel his tongue run over your lips, and that's awesome.

Your tongue snuck out of your mouth and landed at the corner of Shawn's upper lip, just like Shawn's tongue did with your upper lip.

You dragged and trailed the tip of your tongue across his upper lip, only to drag your tongue across Shawn's bottom lip once you reached the other side.

Shawn felt your tongue on his lips, sometimes your tongue bumped into his, and this is something that you wanted.

When your tongue nudged into his while kissing him, your tongue paused at licking across his lips, but instead crawled on top of his tongue, dragging your tongue across his.

He felt you trying to French kiss him, and he couldn't help but give in back.

Your tongue was now underneath his tongue, where the tip of your tongue was giving his tongue a few licks.

The two of you spent quite some time French kissing each other, flicking and, well, wrestling (ba-dum-tssssssh) each others tongues.

Even though this was sexy, this wasn't all you wanted to do with Shawn, oh no.

You lifted yourself off of Shawn, then stretched your arm out, your hand reaching out for the Zima can on the nightstand.

You wrapped your fingers around that can and pulled the can to you, where you directed that can over Shawn's neck.

Your hand tipped the can a bit, where some Zima poured out of the hole and landed on Shawn's neck and Adam's apple, drenching and wetting his neck.

You placed that Zima can back down on the nightstand, then you leaned your head down into Shawn's neck, you were now lying on top of Shawn on your stomach.

Your tongue licked a trail up the middle of Shawn's neck, and once you got back to the bottom of Shawn's neck, your tongue brushed up to his Adam's apple, where you paused there.

You then began passionately kissing and sucking his Adam's apple like you were kissing his lips not too long ago.

It's like there was a string connected to Shawn's genitals and his neck, this was very arousing for him.

He was even feeling like you when he sucked your tits, licked your areolas and what have you.

His neck and head were arched back, the back of his neck was raising from the mattress, his eyes were closed and his mouth was open.

"Ohhhhhhhhh yeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah" he moaned.

The tip of your tongue was flicking and swirling on and around his Adam's apple, sometimes you even sucked his Adam's apple.

Your lips also sometimes puckered and scrunched up, giving little kisses on his Adam's apple.

Your tongue then went back down to the bottom of his neck, where your tongue brushed up his neck, not just the middle of his neck, but both sides of his neck as well, licking up the alcohol, going back down to the bottom of his neck once you reached the top.

Not just that, but your face was halfway smothered into his neck, your lips were making out and heavily kissing his neck, your breath and heavy breathing on his neck.

It was your lips smothering his neck, not your face!

Y'know those stereotypical "hot and heavy" sex scenes in movies, TV shows, even sometimes music videos, especially two

Sadly, Shawn has some chest hair on his torso, which will interfere with what you really want to do with him, and that's snort cocaine and speed off of his body, even lick alcohol off of his body.

However, there's always his hairless back.

Your head raised up from his neck, your lips no longer on his neck.

"Hey Shawn" you said to him "I want you to lie on the mattress on your stomach. I'm gonna snort some cocaine off of your back".

Shawn remembered what you said to him about snorting coke off of his body.

He never has snorted and done cocaine, which is shocking considering the party boy he is.

You'd love it if Shawn snorted coke or even his daily painkillers off of your body, and maybe he will.

"Shawn" you told him "Y'wanna snort some cocaine off of me?"

He never really did snort cocaine before.

Hmmmm...maybe he'll have to do that backstage during a future WWF show soon...

"Well?" you asked him.

"Maybe another time" was his answer.

Y'know, even though he never has done cocaine, he does have another match to do tomorrow...

"Alright then" you replied. "Now lay on your back for me, please"

Shawn lifted his body off of the mattress, then flipped the position he was laying on the mattress.

Instead of laying on his back on the bed, this time he was laying on his torso and stomach.

His back is wonderful. Not a single bit of hair there.

Although, before you do anything to Shawn's back, you have to ask him this...

"Shawn" you asked. "Would it be gross if I licked alcohol off of your back?"

"N-no, not really" he answered.

You walked on your knees on the mattress towards the nightstand, where you picked up the little Ziplock baggie of cocaine in one hand and a little plastic straw in the other.

That plastic straw is the snort the cocaine.

You walked up to Shawn on your knees, holding 2 things in both hands.

Once you were right next to Shawn, you opened that Ziplock bag and sprinkled a little bit of cocaine on his left shoulder blade, forming a little line of coke for you to snort.

You'd love to snort some cocaine off of his spine, but you're scared that once you snort all the coke and speed off of him and pour alcohol where those 2 drugs were previously on, his body will catch on fire.

At least you have somewhat of a conscience, and I'll get to that later.

You then sealed the baggie shut and leaned your face down into his left shoulder blade, holding that plastic straw under one of your nostrils, you were hovering over Shawn like a tent.

Once that plastic straw was at the end of one of those cocaine lines, you snorted that line of coke up your nose, dragging that straw across the line of cocaine on his shoulder blade until it reached the end of the line of cocaine.

Your pupils instantly dilated, becoming bigger and wider, your heart suddenly beating much faster than usual.

What you're about to do next is definitely not safe, and you're surprised you won't be dead after this, but...

You then raised the upper half of your body up and walked over to the nightstand again on your knees on the mattress, then placed the bag of cocaine on the nightstand and grabbed the Ziplock bag filled with speed.

The speed was crushed up and looked like powder, it looked like the bag filled with coke you previously snorted from, but you can tell the difference between cocaine and speed.

The bag itself wasn't really that much big, neither was the bag of cocaine.

You walked on your knees back to Shawn again on the mattress, where you opened the Ziplock baggie filled with speed, raise your hand above the bag and let your hand enter that plastic bag, only to fish out some speed on your fingers.

You sprinkled a line of speed on Shawn's right shoulder blade, you're afraid that some of the cocaine and speed will end up mixing together if you sprinkled it on his other shoulder blade, and when you snort that mixture together, you'll probably have a seizure or something...

You face leaned into that line of speed, putting the plastic straw you were holding under your other nostril.

Once that nostril hit the beginning of that line, your nose inhaled and snorted that line of speed.

You dragged that plastic straw across the line of speed, the speed getting sucked up that plastic straw and up your other nostril, until you reached the end of the line of speed.

You just hope and pray you won't die tonight from snorting 2 drugs.

You walked on your knees to the cooler next to the bed, where you wrapped your fingers around the shaft of a margarita bottle, pulling that bottle out of the cooler.

One hand popped the cork off of the bottle, and thankfully the alcohol wasn't spilling out like a champagne bottle...yet.

You walked on your knees on the bed back to Shawn, and once you were standing on your knees next to Shawn's back, your hand directed the bottle to the small of Shawn's back, hovering over the small of his back.

Tilting the bottle a bit, you poured a bit of alcohol on the small of his back, pouring a line of this alcohol from the small of his back to below the middle of his shoulder blades.

Even though you snorted 2 drugs up your nose, you were trying to be careful pouring that alcohol, why?

You were afraid if you poured that margarita and it touched where those cocaine and speed lines were, it would mix and his back probably would catch on fire.

Once the cold alcohol had touched his skin, he flinched a bit, shutting his eyes and clinching his teeth at how cold it is, what since it was in a cooler previously, but it isn't intolerable.

You placed the cork inside the bottle's hole, the cork blocking potential alcohol from spilling out the bottle for now.

You walked back to the cooler next to your bed on your knees on the mattress, and placed that margarita bottle in the cooler, then walked back to Shawn, still lying on his stomach on that bed.

Your head and face leaned into the small of Shawn's back, your tongue lolling out of your mouth as you leaned further and further into the small of his back.

Thinking of it, maybe it would be better if you sitting in between his thighs while leaning over his ass, licking up the alcohol, though you won't do that now.

Once your tongue touched that alcohol, you trailed your tongue up that puddle of alcohol up his back, licking that margarita.

You were trying to be very careful so the alcohol won't end up mixing with the cocaine and speed that was previously on his shoulder blades.

Your head was elevating more and more up his back, so was your neck and upper half of your body, for that matter.

Once you reached below his shoulder blades, you went back down to the small of his back, licking that little puddle of alcohol.

Your tongue pulled back into your mouth, tasting that bitter margarita.

While you were licking the alcohol off of him, you wonder maybe if Shawn could spread his legs, his thighs in particular, so you should sit in between the space of his thighs and lick up that alcohol there.

Hmmmmm...

It would also probably be safer to do that too, considering what would happen to the alcohol if it meets the cocaine and speed on his shoulder blades.

Those 2 drugs might've been snorted up your nose, but little tidbits and sprinkles of them might still be there on his shoulder blades.

"Shawn?" you said.

"Yeah?" he responded.

"Could you maybe...spread your thighs and legs wide open?" you asked him. "So I can sit in between your thighs and lick and suck up the alcohol from there".

His legs and thighs suddenly parted from one another, his thighs spreading out even wider just to make room for you.

Once his thighs spread out wide enough, you lifted one of your legs over one of his legs, only to place your leg in between the empty space in between his legs, then lifting your other leg over one of his legs.

Now you were

You leaned your upper body, specifically your head,  above the elastic of his tights and below the puddle of alcohol spilled on his back.

You stuck your tongue out, placing your tongue on that alcohol.

You raised your tongue up that puddle of alcohol, your head elevating up that puddle of alcohol as your tongue licked up that alcohol.

You were trying to be careful with licking up that puddle of alcohol on his spine, making sure some of alcohol on his back didn't spill on opposite sides of his body.

You were licking that alcohol like Madonna licked the alcohol off of Willem Dafoe's body in "Body of Evidence", that scene where Madonna and Willem are in a bedroom, she pours a bottle of alcohol on his torso and licks the alcohol there!

Your tongue crawled back into your mouth, although there really wasn't a lot of alcohol on your tongue.

Once you reached the top of that spill of alcohol on his back, you lowered your head back down to the small of his back.

You may as well try to do something else to the alcohol on his back.

With your face right in front of the alcohol spill on his back, you opened your mouth, and began sucking the alcohol off of his back.

You were trying your best to get the alcohol in your mouth, not have the alcohol drip down his ass crack, cuz that's nasty.

More and more of that alcohol did crawl into your mouth, getting sucked into your mouth like a vacuum cleaner sucking up dust.

The margarita alcohol ran and walked from his back into your mouth.

Once all the alcohol got into your mouth, you raised your head up and gulped it down.

You looked down at Shawn's back, and seemingly there was no alcohol there anymore.

Next time, you're gonna lick the alcohol off of his back, but no snorting drugs off of his back!

Or if you do snort drugs on his back, don't follow it by licking alcohol off of his back.

"Shawn" you said to him. "You can get up now. I'm gonna lie down".

Shawn assembled himself off of the bed, no longer lying on his stomach across the mattress.

Before you could do what you were about to do, you lifted your legs over Shawn's other leg and walked on your knees to the cooler, grabbing onto the margarita bottle by its shaft and pulling that bottle out.

You then walked towards the middle of the bed on your knees, then sat on the mattress on your ass with your legs lying across the mattress.

You popped the cork out of the hole and moved the bottle towards your ankle, where you poured some alcohol from ankle up to your thigh.

The alcohol was drenching the top of your calf, knee and thigh as well as dripping on the mattress.

You moved your other hand on the bottle's shaft, where you wrapped your fingers around that bottle's shaft, now the bottle is held in your other hand.

You directed your hand holding that bottle to your other ankle, where you tipped the bottle and poured the alcohol from your ankle  all the way up to your thigh, and again, the alcohol dripping onto the bedsheets.

Shawn could see you pouring alcohol on your legs and even he admitted he'd love to lick your legs, which is exactly what he's about to do.

"You know the drill" you said to him, your mouth spreading an evil grin across your lips, widening your face.

Shawn licked his lips, grinning back at you, excited to lick your  body now.

He crawled on his hands and knees over to you, where he was now in front of your feet.

His face leaned into your ankle, where he dragged his tongue up your calf and all the way up your knee, tasting that alcohol.

His mouth automatically shut once his head and face were right in front of your knee.

Once he reached your knee, he went back down to your ankle again, only to lick up another soaked area on your calf, the left part of your calf, all the way up to your knee again.

He was replacing the alcohol on your leg with his saliva, his tongue cleaning off the alcohol on your leg, making sure not to miss a spot.

Again, once he got to the top of your knee, he went back down to the bottom of your ankle again, only to raise his head up to your knee again by licking up the alcohol on your right calf.

Your leg was getting shiny thanks to him licking the alcohol off of it, at least the bottom of your leg, for now, anyway.

It honestly tickled when he licked up your leg, you could nearly giggle at him licking your leg.

His tongue also was smearing some of the alcohol when he licked up your leg, but...whatevs.

His head moved back down to your ankle, where he dragged and elevating his tongue up your calf, and not just that, but his tongue ran up your calf, to your knee, to up your thigh.

You honestly would rather have him do this to your legs then just lick up your calf, then go back down to your ankle, maybe you should even say this to him.

"Shawn" you said. "I want you, when you lick up my legs, I want you to start licking at my ankle and drag your tongue up my thigh, not stop at my knee".

Shawn raised his head up and looked at your face when you said his name.

"That's actually want I wanted to do" Shawn said.

He then looked back down at your thigh, where his tongue traveled all over your thigh, making sure to get all the alcohol spilled on your thigh.

Sometimes his tongue crawled back in his mouth if he felt like he got enough alcohol on his tongue, only to swallow it down.

Your nipples actually reacted while his tongue ran around your thigh, they tingled a bit.

Meanwhile, maybe you could do something else while Shawn licks up the alcohol on your thigh.

"Hey Shawn" you said to him.

He raised his head up again, looking at you.

"Can I do something while you're licking my thigh?" you asked him.

"What?" he asked.

"Well, rub alcohol some other place on my body" you responded.

Shawn could probably figure out where the next place is. He doesn't have to guess.

"If you want" he said. "I'd rather you not, for now, anyway. The alcohol could end up drying up there".

Good point, Shawn.

And speaking of which, Shawn looked down at your thigh to see if he got all the alcohol off of your thigh.

Your thigh was now smothered in a mixture of alcohol and his saliva.

He did try the best he could to lick all the alcohol off of your thigh.

But he needs to lick the alcohol off of your other leg.

He then directed and moved his face and head to the top of your foot, where he dragged his tongue up your calf, licking and collecting that alcohol on your calf with his tongue, and you don't mean calf as in baby cow.

He dragged his tongue up your knee and then up to the top of your thigh, his tongue creating a road of his saliva thanks to him brushing his tongue up your leg.

The top of his tongue was getting coated and covered in that margarita drink.

This is exactly what you want, you'd rather him do this to both of your legs rather than lick up to your knee then go back down to your ankle.

"Yes, Shawn!" you exclaimed, albeit hushed and quiet so you won't wake anyone up.

You nearly feel like Val Venis during some clips of his titantron (when his head is tilted back, eyes closed and mouth open while sitting in a car without a roof or in a hot tub) with Shawn licking up your leg.

His tongue was halfway smearing some of the alcohol on your leg, but he'll make sure to get all of the alcohol off of your leg.

Or at least, almost all of the alcohol off of your leg.

He pulled his tongue back in his mouth once he reached the top of your thigh.

Once he was at the top of your thigh, he moved his head down to your ankle, where he dragged his tongue up a spill of alcohol up your leg, dragging and brushing his tongue up the left side of your calf, up your knee, and the left side of your thigh.

While he's busy licking up the alcohol on your thigh, wonder if you should try rubbing another place of alcohol where you want Shawn to lick you next?

"Shawn" you said. "You want me to rub the next place of alcohol I want you to lick up?"

Shawn raised his head and looked up at you.

He shrugged his shoulders.

"I've also thought of the two of us 69'ing each other" you added. "Should we?"

Maybe, but what if you fart in his face?

"I'd rather you not" Shawn suggested. "Maybe another time"

Indeed, maybe another time.

"I actually agree" you said. "But what about rubbing alcohol on a body part I want you to lick next? Should I do it next?"

"Do whatever you want" he replied.

Maybe it's best to wait. You don't want to get any alcohol in his hair.

Shawn went back down to your ankle, where he dragged his tongue up your leg again.

He went back down to your ankle only to raise himself up to the top of your leg courtesy of his tongue running up to your leg.

Not up to your knee, but up your leg.

He did this over and over again to your leg, making sure he gets almost all the alcohol off of your leg.

It's like his tongue was the one walking him.

He looked at your leg, and now the top of your leg was shiny, smothered and slathered in his saliva.

Seemingly he must've got all the alcohol off.

You looked down at your leg he licked, and he seemingly got all the alcohol off of your leg. Yay!

One of your hands popped the cork off of the bottle and placed the cork next to you, only to hold the palm of your hand out and hold the bottle to your palm.

Tilting the bottle and aiming it at your palm, some alcohol poured out of the bottle and onto your palm.

Your hand was cupping and trying to balance and hold the alcohol in the palm of your hand.

You directed your palm holding that alcohol towards your vagina, trying to be careful not to spill the alcohol in your palm as well as not spill the bottle you're holding in the other hand.

Your hand holding the alcohol splat on your pussy, where your palm smeared and smothered that alcohol on your pussy, making sure to get all the alcohol on your vagina.

Luckily, you were perfectly shaved down there.

You had no pubic hair above or on the sides of your vagina except for a little fuzzy line above your pubes, like Madonna's pubic hair in her 1992 "Sex" book.

Hopefully Shawn tastes the alcohol on your pussy!

"Shaaaaaaawn" you called to him.

He was busy watching you pour alcohol on your pussy.

And he, too, hopes he tastes the alcohol on your pussy.

He leaned his head face into your pussy, where he placed his tongue in the middle of your vagina.

He dragged and brushed his tongue up to the top of your pussy, his tongue tasting a mixture of margarita and your pussy juice.

Once his tongue reached the top of your pussy, his tongue went down to the bottom of your cunt, his tongue's about to take a trip.

He directed his tongue around your pussy, his tongue licking your pussy like it was a Popsicle.

His tongue ran up the left part of your pussy, then across the top of your vagina, where your clit is, then dragged his tongue down your right pussy.

Like your legs, he was making sure to lick your twat like he was licking your legs and tits, making sure to get all the alcohol off of it.

While he was licking your pussy, your hand reached for the cork next to you and grabbed it, only to direct that cork to the top of the bottle and shut the bottle's hole.

While it feels good having someone lick your pussy, it doesn't feel that good, his tongue isn't really licking your clit despite the few times his tongue nudges your clitoris, which is your most sensitive spot of your vagina.

Speaking of your clit, he wrapped his mouth around your clit, where he began sucking it, sucking the alcohol off of it.

Not just that, but as he sucked your clit, his tongue was dripping out of his mouth and across the middle of his chin, where he raised and brushed his tongue up the middle of your pussy, in between your vaginal flaps.

His tongue also licked up your pussy flaps as well as behind and in front of your vaginal flaps.

He also puckered and tightened his lips, pressing his lips quite hard on your clit.

This got an immediate reaction out of you and felt really good, but you'd rather him lick up all the alcohol off of your pussy instead of just eating your twat out.

"Shawn" you said to him, looking down at him.

He raised his head and looked at him.

"I'd rather you lick all the alcohol off of my pussy than just try to pleasure me and eat my pussy out" you declared.

He nodded his head, understanding you.

He moved his mouth towards the bottom of your pussy, this time to lick your pussy to see if there's still any alcohol there.

He licked a bit of your pussy, pulling his tongue back in his mouth and holding it there to see if he can still taste the alcohol there.

He already drank, licked up and sucked some of the alcohol off of your body, so he could barely taste the alcohol on your cunt.

But, whatever.

One last time, his tongue traveled all over your pussy,  making sure to taste the alcohol and get all of the alcohol off of your vagina at the same time.

His tongue was now covering your pussy in his own saliva, which is what it should now be covered in.

While he was licking your twat, one of your hands touched and dragged up one of your pussy flaps, only for you to put your fingers in your mouth, your tongue touching and tasting your fingers.

You did this to taste if your vagina still tasted like a margarita.

Surprisingly, no, but his own saliva.

"Shawn" you said. "It's fine if you don't lick up all of the alcohol on my vagina".

He paused at what he was doing when he heard his name, only to nod his head afterward after what you said following calling his name.

But you're still not finished with this night, no.

"Shawn" you said. "I wanna suck your dick drenched in this alcohol"

Your hand pointed to the margarita bottle you were holding.

He figured that would happen pretty soon.

He ate your pussy smothered in  alcohol, so you know you'll have to suck his dick soaked in margarita.

He moved his hands onto the elastic of his tights, where he pulled his tights down more and more, until his genitalia, especially his cock, sprung out of his tights.

He pulled his tights all the way down to his knees.

You rose off of the mattress and moved your hand to the top of the bottle, popping the cork off.

You moved the bottle above his cock, where you tipped the bottle and poured it gently.

Margarita was pouring from that bottle, drenching and soaking his cock, and you poured it from the top of his penis all the way down to the bottom of his dick.

Some of the alcohol was dripping off of his cock and on the mattress's bedsheets.

You then held the bottle up straight and stuffed the wooden cork back in the hole.

You then lowered and leaned your head, sitting on all fours, like how babies crawl.

You opened your mouth, where his cock crawled into your mouth like a train through a tunnel, and your face went further into his cock until it reached the bottom.

Once your mouth and face reached the bottom of his cock, you wrapped your lips tightly around his shaft.

You began sucking the alcohol off of his cock, gulping the margarita down your throat once it was in your mouth, and not just that, but your head, face and mouth elevated up his shaft, sucking off the alcohol off of his dick as those 3 body parts crawled up his shaft.

Once you reached the tip of his penis, you moved your head, face and mouth down his cock again, only to raise those things up, then down, over and over again.

Shawn's head tilted back, he looked like Val Venis in Val's titantron when his head tilts back and his eyes roll in the back of his head.

Even though you were trying to suck the alcohol off of his dick, some precum began to spill from his penis head, but you can still manage to suck his cock.

Not only were you sucking Shawn's cock, but your tongue snaked and trailed around his shaft like you were sliding down a stripper pole.

Your tongue rolled around his shaft, gathering the alcohol off of his dick.

You felt his precum slip out of his penis head, and once you reached the top of his penis head, you wrapped your mouth tight around his penis head, sucking the precum off of his dick and gulping it down.

Shawn was starting to do D Generation X's eventually iconic "suck it!" gesture in 1997, even before D Generation X were formed, wonder if he'll do that now that you're performing fellatio on his dick?

Your face then went back down to the bottom of his cock, your lips circulating around his shaft, only for your head and face to rise up his penis thanks to you directing your head to do this to his cock.

While your face rose up his shaft, your tongue did taste some alcohol that was still on his cock, but...eh....

Shawn's skin was getting hot and warm courtesy of you giving him a blowjob, but you just wanna clean the alcohol off of his dick, not just give him a blowjob.

Once you reached the top of his dick, his penis exited your mouth, his cock no longer in your mouth.

He felt your mouth no longer wrapped around his shaft, which made his head bow down and look down at his cock.

You looked down at his cock to see if there's still any alcohol there.

Even Shawn was looking down at his penis.

His cock was slippery and wet thanks to your mouth.

You put your index finger on his cock and ran it up his shaft, only to put that index finger in your mouth, your  tongue tasting it.

His cock doesn't really taste like margarita that much anymore, which is a good thing.

It's also getting late, so you and Shawn should be hitting the hay by now.

"Shawn" you said "I wanna go to bed now, it's getting late".

He agreed with you, and he then sat on the mattress, pulling his boots off of his feet and his tights down, throwing those things on the floor.

Yay, you're gonna sleep naked with him!

Even though you do wanna sleep naked with him, there is something you want to do with Shawn before the two of you fall asleep.

"Shawn" you said "There's something I wanna do with you before we fall asleep..."

Oh God. It better not be fucking, like penis/vagina fucking.

He'd love to fuck you, but it's getting late.

"Is it fucking?" he asked, hushing his voice so people in the hallways and next door won't hear.

He also whispered that close to you so you'll hear.

"No" you replied. "I wanna take some pills with you and wash it down with this".

You tapped your fingernails on the margarita bottle you were holding, smiling at him.

Shawn smiled right back.

His biggest drug of choice is pills, which he always takes, and pills also helps you sleep and makes you drowsy.

He crawled over to the nightstand, where one of his pills were, where one of his hands wrapped around the pill bottle and grabbed it, pulling it to his torso, the other hand was on top of the lid, twisting it over and over until it popped off.

You, too, put your hand at the top of the bottle, where the cork was, and popped the cork off of the margarita bottle.

"How many pills do you want?" he asked.

"Two" you replied. "One for you and one for me".

Cute.

Once the cap of the pill bottle popped off, he held the palm of his hand out and held the bottle above his palm, where he tilted the bottle.

5 pills fell out of the bottle onto his palm, and then he shoved the 3 other pills back into the bottle.

"Stick your tongue out" he ordered you to do, and your tongue eventually stuck out of your mouth.

He popped one pill in his mouth, where he held and balanced the pill on his tongue.

While he was balancing one pill on his mouth, he placed the other pill on your tongue.

Your tongue crawled back into your mouth, trying to balance and hold the pill sitting there and not swallow it.

Shawn then put the cap back on the pill bottle and twisted the cap over and over again until it was shut, then sat the pill bottle on the nightstand.

He then grabbed the Zima can on the nightstand and pulled it up to him, where he put the can to his lips and gulped that drink down, gulping it like it was soda.

That pill was being washed down and now traveling down his esophagus thanks to that 90's alcohol.

You could see and hear his throat muscles gulping that alcohol down.

Since Shawn's doing that, you put the margarita bottle up to your mouth and started gulping  and chugging down some of that margarita, where it washed down that pill you had on your mouth.

Once your pill was now traveling down to your stomach, you had to ask him.

"Shawn" you said "Y'want a drink of this margarita?"

You pointed to that margarita bottle with your index finger.

He then grabbed the bottle by its shaft, your fingers slipping out of the shaft's grip, and he gulped down some of that alcohol too, tilting his head back as he gulped it down.

He then raised his head up and handed you the bottle, where you moved the cork to the bottle's hole and shut the bottle up, that way it won't spill.

You then walked on your knees over to the cooler and the nightstand close to each other, where you put the margarita bottle in the cooler, then pulled the light's switch on the nightstand, turning off the lights.

Shawn had crawled his body below his chest under the blanket and comforter, resting the back of his head on the pillow, whereas you crawled close to him on the mattress, crawling under the comforter and thin blanket, those 2 things covering under your shoulders.

You snuggled up close to Shawn, wrapping one of your arms behind his back.

"I love you" you whispered to him.

"I love you too" he replied, pulling his face into your lips kissing your lips.

While the two of you were huddled and cuddling next to each other, the two of you kissed each other quite a bit on the lips, before the two of you eventually drifted off to sleep.

Epilogue: Pretty soon, you did snort coke, speed and some of Shawn's pills off of his back.

Triple H was worried about you being addicted to drugs, alcohol and cigarettes. He said that if you got clean and sober from those things, he'd marry you.

You did eventually get sober for him, going to rehab and leaving clean and sober, never doing drugs or smoking cigarettes again, and only drinking alcohol occasionally, but he didn't marry you, which is a shame, 'cuz he was hottttttttttttt in late 1997/early 1998.

Him not marrying you until 2004 made you doubt your love for him.

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I’m gonna be honest: I’ve never done drugs, though I do know what cocaine does to your body.

Also, the reason I didn’t make Shawn do cocaine, speed, etc. in this fanfic is because I think he probably never did those things.

[itspileofgoodthings]

so I’m writing a character whose biggest flaw is also mine and the flaw is being so open with your emotions that when someone hurts you it shows completely on your face and in your words (which okay fine not the flaw that’s not a flaw that’s just how we’re MADE) but the flaw is a tendency to lean into the power that that gives you. and the more I write it and try to understand it in someone who isn’t me the more I realize how much power that actually gives you. openly showing your hurt is seen as weakness and so a lot of very strong, stubborn people would rather die than show anyone that they’ve been hurt. this has become our understanding of what very strong people are like- and it’s accurate and true that hiding your pain takes a lot of strength! but the reality is also that openly showing your hurt gives you a tremendous amount of power over any situation.

And I’m not talking about True Manipulation here or pretending that you’re hurt or playing that up, that’s something else. I’m talking about actually being very hurt by something and having the face/personality/habit of just opening that hurt up and exposing it to the person who hurt you very clearly and deliberately. like, no one actually wins fights (I’m talking about fights between two people who love each other here) there’s never an actual winner. (that’s the flip side of how in true and equal conversations nobody is really dominating) but the person who wins the most, on a sliding scale, is actually the one with tears in their eyes at the end of the fight and who ends the fight on a note of vulnerability and pain. 

and anyway, it’s a fascinatingly horrible flaw to have because the temptation to actually use that moment as the Power Move that in a sense it is is sooooo strong and the self-righteousness behind it (YEs! I am hurt! Why should I hide it!) seems so dangerously, alluringly close to honesty and the smugness of wanting to shove someone’s face in your pain just feels so gooood that it’s actually really hard not to let yourself turn into an absolute monster who never knows they’re a monster at all. 

and obviously I’m not saying that virtue is only achieved by burying your hurt and pretending it never happened, OBVIOUSLY, because being honest about your feelings and communicating your needs and when you’re hurt IS a good thing (and it’s the natural flip side to being someone who struggles with this fault) but wow. it is so ruthless and cruel and wrong to take your hurt and use it as weapon because when you do that you can just grind the other person (if they have just a spark of human decency in them, this wouldn’t work on a Completely Hardened Villain obviously) into the dust by making them admit and acknowledge and see how much hurt they’ve caused you and it’s just the total opposite of forgiveness and compassion and ANYWAY long story super short: I’m having a hard time of walking the line between writing a Flawed Sympathetic Character here and, like, a truly Awful Manipulative Character here precisely because it’s a flaw that is so powerfully cruel and ugly while also being one that’s hard to recognize.

[tellywoodtrash]

ishqbaaz 09.10.17 lb

“SOMEHOW I MANAGED TO GET IT” - please shivaay, who do you think you’re kidding, we fully know you got this report and subverted the legal system the way you usually do; the time-tested and winning combination of bribery and threats.

what is anika even doing in the room rn? didn’t we see her storm out, as witnessed by pinky???? and now she’s back as if this is a continuation of that scene? kuch bhiii. 

look at these two huddling behind the couch like a coupleeee of idiot childrennnnn. MY IDIOT CHILDREN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

oh no, can pinky hear his khusar pusar???? OUFF SHIVAAY WHY ARE YOU THE ABSOLUTE WORST AT THIS GAME?????????????

OMFG ANIKA SHUSHHHHHHHHHHHHH

greaaaaaaaaat time for hair to get stuck in his watch. 

OUFF THIS IS NOT A ROMANTIC MOMENT YAHAN JAAN PE BAN AAYI HAI AUR TUM LOGON KO O JAANA MOMENT SOOJ RAHA HAI

it’s not even her real hair anyway 🙄🙄🙄🙄

KABHI NA AANE WAALA POLITENESS ANIKA SE AAJ PHOOT PHOOT KE BAAHAR AA RAHI HAI RIGHT IN TIME TO GET THEM CAUGHT

lmaoooooooo the way he hit her on the head exasperatedly/affectionately. ugh these two are so adorable. 

omg she’s so cuteeeee. i can’tttt handeeee when she’s being this stinking cute. GODDAMNIT SHIVAAY, WIFE HER AGAIN. ONE MORE TIME. SHE DESERVES IT. 

hubs is talking about something else, but wife’s mind is all on the ROMANCE. 

“kyunki meri nayi nayi shaadi hui hai, isliye mujhe romance sooj raha hai.”

unsaid: ‘also, my husband just straight up abandoned me on the wedding night, so i’m horny af.’

“mujhe kisi mahapurush ne kaha tha... actually apne ghar pe woh om hai na, ussi ne kaha tha... ki sabar ka phal meetha hota hai.”

yeah let’s see how you like that concept when she cockblocks you the next time you’re in the mood. 

koiiiiiiii blushhhhh kar raha haiiiiii

um, where’s tanya???? is this while she went out to make her call to her bairi piya, bada bedardi (henceforth known as BPBB)???

LITERALLY NO ONE CARES ABOUT THISSSSSSS STUPIDDDD MILLLLLLLLL BS WE HAVE A MILLION OTHER PROBLEMS LIKE ABHAY BEING WEIRD AND GAURI HAVING LEFT AND RUDRA HAVING GONE FULL ON BATSHIT INSANE

lol ok anika you’re the worsttttt at this. i relate with shivaay’s parde ke peeche waala frustration. 

why do punjabis seem to take getting sick as a personal offence like it’s some kinda moral failing on their part? we all have immune systems that fail us occasionally. no shame in that! 

JHOOOOTI REPORTTTTTTT. OUFF BILLU KAHIN SE REPORT UTHA LEE AAYA HAI AUR WOH BHI FARZIII

tanya doesn’t like it when the tables are turned on her.

lol billu’s going to get one whole generation of oberois arrested. 

OOOOH BHAVYA’S GONNA KICK ABHAY’S ASS. YOU GO GIRL!

like he cute and all, but he diiiiiiiiiiiirty. i’m fully on my girl’s side.  

look at this insouciant motherfucker. so dapper. much stylish. wow. 

BITCH DON’T TRY TO PLAY BHAVYA PRATAP RATHORE. 

oh damnnnnn, abhayyyy’s gooood. 

damn, abhay and bhavya kiiiiiiiiiiiinda make a cute pair? already more chemistry in this takraar than any scene she’s had with rudra.

abhay’s maniccccc eyed look is taking some of the cute sheen off him. 

bromance toh suna tha, lekin this boy has a serious case of brobsession. 

song dedication from gauri kumari sssarma to omkara singh oberoi: 

no she’s not gonna pick up. stop being a pain in her ass. 

ooooooooooh shivaay’s here. he’s going to find out (eventually) what this fucker did to his little chiraiyya and he’s NOT. GOING. TO. BE. HAPPY. 

LOOK AT THIS FUCKER: 

“haan bilkul! sab theek! i didn’t call my wife a philandering adultering whore and make her dump me or anything ahahaha ohgodimdeadhesgonnakillmewhenhefindsout”

yeah you best convince him everything’s fine, awfulkara singh oberoi. 

pyaar??? shivaay don’t waste your breath, this fucker doesn’t know shit about pyaar. 

THE DISAPPOINMENT AND JUDGINESS IN SHIVAAY’S EYES AT OMKARA. I AM LIVVVVVVVVING FOR IT. YAS BADE BHAIYYA. YOU REP YOUR CHIRRAIYA. 

omkara you fucking idiot did you not listen to her when she said she went for those classes on recommendation from shivaay? ugh. men. 

ok shivaay, if YOU knew that omkara didn’t care, they why did you put her in the classes in the first place? 

ok i know why you did but... whatever. ab gade murde kyun ukhaadna. 

“AS A HUSBAND, YOU FAILED!”

YAAAAAAAAAS SHIVAAAAAAY, READ HIM THE RIOT ACT FUCK HIM UP, THROW SOME PUNCHES EVEN!!!!! 

also you know you fucked up maaaaajorly when SHIVAAY of all ppl says that you are a failure of a husband in bold italics underlined voice. 

“koi nahi. galtiyaan sudhaari bhi jaa sakti hai.���

unsaid: ‘yeah like, look at anika and me! we’re in love now! and you didn’t even threaten to blow up her mom or anything! this is totes fixable, bro!’

“GO AND GET YOUR WIFE BACK. NOW. OR IMMA BEAT YOUR ASS. I SWEAR TO GOD I WILL. COZ I HONESTLY LOVE HER MORE THAN I LOVE YOU.”

lmaooooo please om, like you and rudra have everrrrr been helpful in such matters. shivaay’s been handling this shit alone since day 1. and now he has anika. you losers would just get in their way and slow them down.

time for dil boley oberoi part two??????? 

UGH I DON’T WANT HER TO TAKE YOU BACK

ok why are all these asshole desis juding bhavya? 

whut??? gaddaaar? how? 

lmao what nonsense. an officer of the bhavya’s stature doesn’t need to live in someone’s house as a paying guest. she’s an ACP. she’d be given her own (rent free) quarters as part of her job benefits. 

god i hate judgey desi community sooooo fucking much. 

fuckkkkk abhay and rudraaaaaa soooo much. ugh. I HATE SUCH CREEPY BRO CODE FUCKERS. 

EVERY TIME ABHAY SAYS “APNE BHAIYYON KE LIYE MAIN... KUCHHHHHH BHI KAR SAKTA HOON... KUCHHHHHHH BHI”, I LOSE A YEAR OFF MY LIFESPAN 

omg you guys, he does the phone spinning thing like shivaaaaaaay. WHAT DOES THIS ALL MEANNNNNNN?!!?!?!? 

if shivaay was a little older, i’d be willing to put money on the fact that he was shivaay’s secret son or something

ok not gonna lie, heart twinged a little to see that asshole singh oberoi has picked up and brought those threee pieces of the card and reads it over and over. 

DETERMINED HAIR FLICK. 

damnnnn son, blue is yourrrrrr colour. 

it’s that time of the day when i send up thanks to the lord for sending this fine fine specimen of manliness down to bless us all. 

“aaj aisa achaanak kya ho gaya jo shivaay ne humein ek saath bulaaya hai??”

LMAO WHAT DO YOU MEAN??????? SHIVAAY CALLS THESE FAMILY MEETINGS EVERY THREE DAYS

what a way to make an entranceeeeeeee

judgey look of judging: ‘what the fuck did you old motherfuckers doooo 25years ago??? i can’t smash with my wife thanks to this fuckery. i’ve had a raging case of blue balls for over 6 months now.’

WHY IS HE DOING THIS IN THE FUCKING LIVINGGGG ROOOM, LIKE TANYA IS RIGGGGHT AROUND HERE SOMEWHERE

look more shadyyyyy, jhanvi. 

sound more shadyyyy, shakti.

lol tej and pinkyyyy’s totally casual shrugs. so believable. 

yeh ladka toh inko jail bhijwaaake hi maanega. and i for one, AM THRILLED. THESE FUCKERS HAD IT COMING. 

lol pinky v/s dadi face drama. 

oh wow, they actually remembered that whole custom of “the oberoi men fast too” from last year and are keepin it consistent this year! 

WHUT? DADI REMEMBERING THERE’S A DOOSRI BAHU GAURI IN THIS HOUSE AS WELL? FUCK ME SIDEWAYS! 

tanya’s here to demand some sargiiiii as well. girl, go ask your bairi piya’s mummmy. 

lmaoooooooo even pinky is likeeee WHAT THE FUCKKKKK

LOLOLOL PINKY’S EYEROLL

... isn’t this the bathroom???? why is she just... strolling in so casually??? WHY DIDN’T HE LOCK THE DOOR????

LMAO HER CACKLE. I AM SCREAMING. 

snort, the buttons are on allllll wrong. 

haaaaye what a sharmeeeela billuuuu. he can’t deal with wife’s total lack of boundaries and sharam. 

I AM LIVING FOR ANIKA INTIMIDATING HIM VIA TEASING

my suspicions are confirmed. hubs has moved into this guest room with wife. 

i can’t stop laughing at that one biggggg loop the shirt is making. 

“aap bhi toh mere hi hai na?” awwwwwwwwww!

he’s speechless from the sweetness! so cute! 

“baahar operation theater ki tarah laal batti thodi hai” hahahahahaha

I AM TRULY LIVINGGGGGGGGGG FOR ANIKA TEASING THE FUCK OUTTA SHY SINGH OBEROI 

“mujhe pata nahi tha ki mera aap pe AISA asar hota hai” - pointed look downwards. OMFGGGGGGGGGGG

“upar. neeche nahi dekh rahi, upar.” LOLOLOL

SHE’S GONNA UNBUTTON HIS SHIRT AND FIX IT FOR HIM!?!?!?!!?!?!?!?! LORD ABOVE I’M NOT READY FOR THIS OH GOD I’M NOT 

anika’s recovered admirably and is chattering away to a dozen but husband is paralyzed with lust and shock. mostly mind-numbing lust though. 

lmao she actually had to SHAKE him outta ittttt. 

OMGGGGG IS HE ACTUALLY SCREAMING FOR KHANNA’S HELP. IN THE BATHROOM. TO COME SAVE HIM FROM FEELING HORNY FOR HIS WIFE.

MATLAB.... AT THIS POINT, JUST TELL ME WHAT’S *NOT* IN KHANNA’S JOB PROFILE COZ THAT’LL BE A SMALLER LIST. 

“merry karwa chauth! karwa chauth... mubarak?”

how very secular of you, shivaay. 

oh no. challllllllllenge. underestimating of fasting abilities. shivaaaay you’re gonna regret this. 

what even is your face, you fucking idiot???

both you fuckers are gonna fast and you know it. 

OUFF TANYA GIVE A MAN A MOMENT OF PEACE IN THE BATHROOM AT LEAST! 

lmaooooooooooooooo his impression of talking on the phone. 

“DON’T LOOK DOWN!” 

how can one not look down when you’re shoving your phone in your pants like that? 

god shivaay, you’re acting sooooooooo shaaady. you’re so terrible at this. 

what? why was that tub fullllll of water when everyone’s bathed and done for the day???? 

thank god for this mysterious caller forever saving their asses. 

ok shivaay calm the fuck down, i’ve never seen you panic like this the million times you shoved her into THE POOL?????????

“MAIN DALOONGA UNGLI!!!!!!”

omfg this man has lost it. caring ki bhi ek hadh hoti hai. 

“I’M PUTTING YOU IN A HEADLOCK BECAUSE I LOVE YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”

pft silly anika, ceiling pe spiderman chipakta hai, superman nahi.

thanks for confirmation and backup, shivaay.

“kyunki tumhari andar meri jaan hai.”

wife is not leaving any mauka to do awwwww and tease husband today. 

yup this def. looks like abhay who’s tanya’s BPBB to me.

tanya’s reached the end of her rope and is like fuck your mission. i like. you tell him girl!!!!! 

“yeh jo vrat rakha hai lambi umar ke liye, yeh lambi umar qaidddd na ban jaaye” 

lmaoooooooo pinkyyyy

this is soooo shivaay’s plan to get the truth outta the buddhelog, and lmao tej face be like YEH LADKA TOH MARWAA KAR HI CHODEGAAA

lol this poor servant gets yelled at every time she comes with fooood

why isn’t tanya calling pinky MUMMMMYYYYYYYYJIIIII

arre, shivaay doesn’t consider her his wife acc. to the drama. she still is in the house as shivaay’s wife??? why would she not fast?? 

OMFG THIS FUCKER TAKING TANYA’S SIDE. 

“billu? kya chal raha hai tum dono ke beech mein???” “kuuuuuuuch bhi nahi??? aur vrat toh bilkul bhi nahi!”

PFFFFFFFFFFFFFFT.

“waaah kya khushboo hai! khushboo se yaad aaya mera conference call hai!”

snort. fuckingggg idiot. 

omg shivaay’s actually feeding some servant HAATH SE. this man has fucking lost it. 

also poor khanna has been tarsofying for such a display of affection from his shivaay sirrrr. why isn’t he getting any love? bechaaara. 

GAURI’S HOMEEEE! 

ughhhhhh this MAAAAAAAAAA is so irritating. 

this pooor girlllllllll, lying through her teeeeth to her cluelessss mom. *sighs and holds gauri forever, while cussing out omkara’s existence and wishing the plagues of egypt upon him*

anika, you’re FASTING. how do you have so muchhhhh energy to be snoopinggggg? i don’t have energy for basic life functions even on a full stomach. 

also, could please stop ruining the dude’s piss poor attempts at surprises (or in this case, falling into a trap that he’s setting for you.)

[lovingmybaealways]

6: First Morning . . . Fifth Round

Chapter 6 of my first morning with Young-bae.  He is like the Energizer Bunny who keeps going and going and going....

(Smut warning... enjoy!)

"Mmmmmmm.   Ahhhhhhhhh..." I moan as I slowly wake up from my erotic dream of Young-bae eating me out.  I was terribly aroused and felt that I was almost ready to cum when I fully awoke and realized it wasn't a dream after all!

Young-bae was down at the end of the bed between my legs, licking and sucking my clit while his fingers were rubbing up and down my slit.

"BaeBae" I moan.

"Good morning my Jagiya." he murmurs against my clit, sending vibrations through me  "Sorry to wake you so early but I was hungry..." and laps at my pussy to demonstrate what he was hungry for.

"Ahhhhhhh" I groan as I clutch at his head and arch my hips up.  "I'm......ahhhhhhh....almost there..."

Young-bae flutters his tongue against my clit and replaces his tongue with his thumb with inserts his fingers into my pussy.  Just as I as about to come, he slows down and just pets my clit and and licks the juices that are running out of my pussy.

"BaeBaaaee" I whine.  I was so close.

"Soon Babygirl.  We've got lots of time." he murmurs as he continues licking me.  He moves one of his hands to fondle my nipples.

I groan and reach out to grab his cock.  I can't even wrap my hand around it since it's so big, but I do my best as I stroke him from base to tip.  Young-bae groans and sits up on the bed.  He flips me over so that I'm on my stomach and he adds some pillows under my hips so that my ass is sticking somewhat up in the air.  

Young-bae gets behind me and spreads my legs apart.  He leans forward and licks me from clit to pussy and pussy to clit and back.  He then tongue fucks my pussy while rubbing my clit.  I moan into the pillow, trying to muffle some of the screams and moans coming out of me.

Young-bae continues licking and sucking my pussy and increasing the pressure of his fingers on my clit.  I am on the edge of an orgasm when Young-Bae pulls back and stops.

"BaeBae!!"

Young-bae chuckles as lowers himself atop of me, bracing his arms and legs on the bed to keep his weight off of me so that I am not squished.  His chest is against my back, his hips against my ass, and he maneuvers his hard cock between my folds.  He flexes his hips and his shaft slides against my slit.  We both moan at the pleasure this brings.

"Oh Jagiya.  You feel so damn gooood"  Young-bae whispers against my neck as he drops kisses on my neck and shoulders.  He shifts his weight and moves one of his hands to my clit and starts rubbing circles around it.

"Ahhhhhhh" I moan.

"Babygirl....I really want to be in you right now so badly but I don't want to rush you.  I can wait until you're ready whether it takes a month or a year."

"BaeBae, that is so sweet but are you serious?  We've already done everything else" I gasp.  "And I don't think I need to wait.  I really want you in me...it's like this emptiness that can only be filled by you..."

Young-bae stops moving, and says "Honey are you sure?  You mentioned earlier that you haven't done this before, so you're a virgin?  I don't want you to regret this later."

"BaeBae, are you serious about me?" I ask as I turn to head to look up at him.

"Honey, absolutely!  I am a pretty religious person and have never wanted to just fool around with any girl.  I've been waiting to meet that one right person, and I believe it is you.  Though it might sound corny, when I first saw you, it was like you were the only person who existed in that entire club and that everyone around you disappeared.  I could only see you!  I fell in love with you the minute I saw you.  To be really honest, I didn't want to move this fast.  I didn't want to scare you away.  However, I just can't get myself to leave your side and I just want to love you!"

His eyes were clear and guileless and his tone rang with sincerity.  Deciding to go with my heart, I say "While I think we are moving too fast, I don't know whether we can stop it right now.  Let's just go with the flow and see what happens.  I don't know if it is love...but I truly do like you.  I've never been this attracted to anyone before.  I really do want to be with you, and I really want all my "firsts" to be with you."

Passion darkens Young-bae's eyes as I talk. He swoops down and kisses me passionately as he wraps his arms around me in a tight hug.

Young-bae sucks my bottom lip into his mouth and I moan loudly so he moves his hand back to stroking my clit, and resumes flexing his hips to slide his shaft against my slit.

"Mmmmm BaeBae" I gasp as he starts to increase the speed of his hips.  I can feel my stomach start to tighten and my orgasm explodes causing me to arch my back, but Young-bae pulls my lower half tightly against him as he continues to thrust against my slit.

"Hmmmmmm Honey...you are sooooo wet.  It makes it easier for me to slide back and forth..." groans Young-bae.  He is now sliding his cock almost all the way off my slit and back towards my clit, making each thrust long and sweet.  He increases his pressure on my clit and...

"Ohhhhhhh!" I scream as a second orgasm hits me. I shudder and shake and I instinctively shift my hips back as he is thrusting forward and we both freeze as the head of his cock slips into the opening of my pussy.

"Ahhhhhhhhh" moans Young-bae.  "Don't move!  Give me a minute and I'll pull out.  Your pussy is just so hot around my cock.  It feels so good!"

"Mmmmmm" I moan. Only the tip of his cock is in me, and it feels so good already.  How much better would it feel if it was all in me?  With that thought, I shift my hips back trying to get more of his cock inside me.

I succeed as more of him slips in before he grabs my hips to hold me in place.  "Stop" he demands through clenched teeth.  "If you keep this up I will definitely end up taking your virginity today.  I'm trying to take it slow..."

"BaeBae, please..." I beg.  "I want you to be my first.  Please!"

Young-bae closes his eyes and I can feel his whole body tremble against me as he fights within himself to make a decision.

Playing dirty, I contract my muscles around his cock and squeeze him.

"Ahhhhhhhhhh" moans Young-bae "You don't play fair...   Look at me Honey!"

I turn my head and look at Young-bae.  He looks deep into my gaze and says seriously "I will be your first and your last love."

With that he thrusts all the way in and breaks the barrier of my virginity.  I scream in pain, and he keeps still inside me, letting me get used to his size.  He gently rubs my clit and drops kisses on my neck and back.  "Shhhhhhh...it's okay my Jagiya.  I'm sorry, it will only hurt for a little bit, I promise.  I won't move until you're ready."

After a few minutes, the pain starts to subside as I get used to his cock.  I am starting to feel the pleasure build up from Young-bae's stroking of my clit.  I tentatively move my hips and find that it doesn't really hurt but feels a bit uncomfortable.

"Mmmmmm...Babygirl.  That feels so good.  Are you okay?  Does it still hurt?" Young-bae asks.

"Ummm..I think it's okay.  It just feels a bit uncomfortable and...different." I say.

"Okay, that is good to know."   Young-bae increases the pressure and speed of his stroking on my clit, making me pant.  He then moves his other hand up to tweak at my nipple.

I can feel an orgasm coming on and I start shifting my hips a bit, trying to get Young-bae to start thrusting his cock inside me but he's not cooperating as his hips are pressing mine down on the bed.  "BaeBae...." I moan.  "I want you...."

"Jagiya....I don't want to hurt you.   I just want you to cum first, okay?" murmurs Young-bae against my neck.  He licks my outer ear and sucks my ear lobe, sending shivers through me.

I can feel my core tighten, and my orgasm explodes when Young-bae pinches my clit and sucks at the sensitive spot behind my ear.

"Aaaaaaahhhhhhh!" I scream as my pussy muscles contract around Young-bae's cock and floods it with my cum.

"Mmmmmmmmm" groans Young-bae.  "Fuuuuck.  You feel so good wrapped around me!"  He tentatively starts thrusting his cock slowly in and out of my convulsing pussy. "Ahhhhh...your pussy is so tight.  It keeps trying to suck my cock in...and you are so damn wet...oooohhhhh...I'm not going to last long....mmmmmmm"

I can feel another orgasm mounting.  Young-bae's cock makes me feel so full and it feels so good as he thrusts in and out of my pussy.  "BaeBae, I think I'm gonna cum again!" I gasp.

"Cum Babygirl.  Cum for me.  It feels so good when you cum on my cock."  Young-bae grasps my hips and moves higher onto his knees.  With this new position, his thrusts now become deeper and faster and hits my g-spot every time

My orgasm crashes over me as I scream into the pillow.

"Ooooohhhhh Honey...you're so tight!  Your pussy is squeezing my cock.  Ahhhhhhh...you feel so incredible!" Young-bae gasps as he continues plowing hard into my pussy.

"Ahhhhhhhh" I scream again as an even stronger orgasm starts before the last one ends.

"Oooohhhhh Jagiya.!" groans Young-bae as I completely clamp down on his cock.  After a few more thrusts, he pulls out and strokes his cock furiously and shoots load after load of cum onto my ass and back. "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

Young-bae then flops down to lie beside, giving me some gentle kisses.  We are both worn out and can't seem to move.  After a few minutes, he gets up and goes to the bathroom and comes back out with a couple wet warm cloths.  He wipes off his seed from my backside and gently cleans between my legs.  He then wipes himself down and climbs back into bed.

Young-bae re-arranges me so that I'm lying on top of him, and pulls the blanket up.  He strokes my head.  By this time I am almost sleep when I think I hear him murmur "Saranghaeyo my Jagiya."

Chapter 7: First Morning . . .  Sixth Round

[kyaaaaa-desu]

Ozmafia!! (Reaction and thoughts)

Overall Reaction

I just finished Ozmafia!! yesterday and I still have this emptiness after finishing the game.

It was sooo gooood.. I didn't think I would end up jumping on the Kyrie bandwagon at the epilogue. My poor baby is just a misunderstood brainiac.

But Caramia is definitely the ultimate bae. 😍

Followed by Hamelin and Caesar (sorry but Caesar is just the cutest awkward funny shit ever 😂😂😂 )

Then there’s Kyrie who’s just amazing during the love triangle routes ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) 

Now that I think about it, my top guys in Ozmafia includes all the “bad” guys except for my ever so fluffy Caramia (until he goes full lion on you  ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) )

Unfortunately, there’s no actual sexual content here. Everything is left to your imaginations BUT there are some delicious laying on-the-bed-topless CG for the Oz guys. yuuuuuuuummmmmmmmmmm

I truly love the witty conversations between Kyrie and Axel or Kyrie and Caramia. But if there was one scene I have to choose as my favorite, it would definitely be the scene where Caramia taught MC how to shoot a gun and Axel made some pretty amusing conclusion based on how MC and Caramia expressed their thoughts when teaching MC how to shoot.  ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

How everyone reacted to MC when they found out she was dating Kyrie:

Well, sorry for having an awful taste in men. He tasted pretty nice to me   ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Ghad... there’s so much sexual frustration in this post. xD

I can’t help it. I wish it has sexual content in it sooooo bad when I started dating one of the characters.

The Boys

Oz Family

Anyway, for the Oz boys, I have to choose Caramia as my favorite. He’s just the sweetest little fluff ever! Like totally boyfriend/husband material. If you ever need a guy you could casually show your parents and say “Imma marry this guy because the world knows he will treat me right”, Caramia’s the one for you. *whispers* Sugar daddy *whispers*

Kyrie’s 2nd mainly because I have this weird love-hate relationship with him which completely went full on love after reading the epilogue and grand ending. I didn’t like how he was treating me during the first few days but I did love everything he is after the love triangle scenes (transferred or not). He’s probably the most serious lover out of the three.

 Axel for third place. The boy is sweet and awkward but I felt like it wasn’t enough for me. I love his absolute devotion but romantically, I guess he’s slow, but hey~ it’s not like he always had a heart. Surprisingly, Axel, despite his always serious appearance, is the most childish among the three. I laughed a lot during some of the scenes in his routes.

Grimm Family

There’s only 2 romanceable ?  guy in the Grimm family: Scarlet and Hamelin.

As stated from above, Hamelin is one of my favorite guys. I’ve always sort of known that there was something wrong with his character and I’m glad I was right about it. He has a really short route, but wow... He made me swoon in less than three days (game time). He’s someone I would file a petition to protect at all cost. He’s an absolute romantic, probably better than Caramia, and he’s so sweet. He continuously shows his romantic interest in MC unlike Caramia who switch between a daddy, brother, and friend.  Both of his endings wasn’t enough for me, but it’s not like I could do or suggest anything given that there’s really not much option on how his and MC’s relationship should go.

The next Grimm family member is Scarlet, Hamelin’s right hand man. He’s probably, by looks, younger than MC (but definitely older by age tho). I honestly went for Scarlet’s route first (out of all the characters) because... bishounen. I love his route to be honest. He was the calm before the storm (since I did not expect the following routes to be that heavy). Sweet, gentle, mature, and innocent. Those are how I could describe Scarlet’s route.

I really wish that Hansel has his own route. I wouldn’t mind tasting some of that well made “pastry”  ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

That and I want to interact/befriend Gretel. She seems like a really nice person if you talk to her enough.... at least that’s what I believe.

Boots Family

Despite what most people originally think, Paschet is not a GL/Yuri route. It’s a total friendship route wherein you have a girl-friend (an actual female friend). I don’t usually go for a female route but since I wanted to see the epilogue and grand ending, I sucked it up and played her route. I was quite happy with it. I enjoyed her route as if giving me a break from all the guy drama.

Robin Hood

OHMAIGHAD DOCTOR ROBIN HOOD IS FINE AF

^Literally said that when I first saw him without the Crow mask.

Robin Hood’s route made me quite uneasy to be honest. I’m not really interested in NTR (which made it a bit difficult for me to go to the transfer routes in the Oz family). Robin Hood is actually.... married and.... wait for it..... He’s absolutely in love with his wife. Despite this truth, no, you won’t end up fighting his wife to death. His route is definitely bittersweet up to the ending, but definitely worth every pain you take in whenever he talks about his wife. Be that as it may, he did do an extremely scumbag move on MC so that’s a bit of a negative for me, but I still love his route nonetheless.

Brothel 

It really goes downhill from here. xD

First and foremost, I would like to blame Kyrie for every single thing that happened in this route. 

There’s really no bad ending in this game but the closest to a “bad end” would be the second ending in this route.

There’s three guys here and the main guy you sort of romance is Manboy the servant  it’s a shitty name I know so don’t judge. The other two is Dorian Gray, the owner of the brothel, and Alfani, the number one choice in the brothel. Everything in this route is dark (at least compared to the others), but on the plus side, we do get to see MC being a seme/dom. I also did have the pleasure to change Dorian Gray’s name into “Little Bitch” just because he pissed me off during the route. xD

If I have to summarize the characters shortly:

-Dorian Gray is that creepy uncle that you just know is up to no good and have probably been sent to jail for perversion

-Manboy is that close friend who always had a thing for you but too afraid to tell you because he’s afraid of hurting you or getting you involve in the weird things the creepy uncle is affiliated in

-Alfani: he who brings out the inner seme/dom in you. He looks and acts like a girl, but damn his libido o-o

Wolf Gang

I played the Wolf Gang routes (Soh and Caesar) last since that’s what most people recommend.

I played Soh’s route first. From the previous routes, Soh is like the ultimate bestie. He cooks, give advices, and he’s a total sweetheart. I get to see some of his more manly-ish side in his route but I must say, I am a bit depressed about his endings. It was confusing (even after reading the epilogue and grand ending) and depressing, probably more than Hamelin and that’s saying something.

Caesar, however, is just... moe. He started of as this big bad wolf who’s chasing after MC to kill her, but in his route, he’s too much of a dorky sweetheart. The fact that his looks are extremely good and his actions are of a kid, makes him weirdly irresistible. He’s basically a tsundere but not exactly within the boundaries of a tsundere. His endings are the cutest. I just love him to bits.

These are all personal opinions of the game which I enjoyed a whole lot. It’s extremely difficult for me to accept that I don’t get to see more of Caramia’s face and hear his lovely voice, but.... my other husbando is waiting for me. 

Til the next game~