#cs submission

[cursedslimecicle]

Day 288: Period Cramps

Submitted by: @chaoticpancicle

[cursedslimecicle]

Day 78: First day of gay high school

I FOUND THE REST OF IT

[satendra-rajput]

🚀 Day 2: Understanding Angular Architecture 🛠️

Today, we're diving into the core of Angular: Modules, Components, and Services. Understanding these building blocks is crucial for mastering Angular development.

[totally-correct-carmen-sandiego]

Carmen: Everyone, synchronize your watches with mine! Zack: I don't know how to do that! Ivy: I don't wear a watch. Player: Time isn't real.

Submitted by: @jackie-shitposts

[cursedslimecicle]

Day 53: Timmies, eh?

WHERE TF ARE YOU

[apollos-polls]

how do you typically quit a job?

a) two week notice b) one week notice c) <one week notice d) walk out e) never quit/had a job

[artfightdramaconfessions]

I want to make a version of art fight that is open all year around, but it's not a competition. You just upload your characters and draw stuff for people whenever you feel like it. It would be a good hib for people who are looking for inspiration or just want to practice their skills. That and you make people happy with free art in the process. Idk of it would work or even kickboff, I just think it'd be cool.

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[cursedslimecicle]

Day 123: assigned wet and pathetic by tumblr user

why idoes he looks so wet and pathetic

(Photo from "I finally got canceled..." on slmccl)

[cursedslimecicle]

Day 293: Repentance and Forgiveness

Submitted by: @chaoticpancicle

[cursedslimecicle]

Day 218: jumped so hard the frame rate dropped

@cursedslimecicle I don’t even remember what happened to him but this made me think of you guys. He looks so scared and frightened

[caruliaa]

this is just like the pixie hollow games (2011)

[csmorelikebs]

found a potential scam trader, username ~Kris~

proof, if you want it:

http:// trades/viewtrade.php?id=115836396&userid=1119885&signature=QPFfSQW_izybo7M-PCc0Tg

(^ a trade sent to a new user)

https:// www.chickensmoothie.com/Forum/viewtopic.php?f=108&t=5013030&p=147786914#p147786914

(^ aforementioned new user asking whether the trade is fair or not, they accepted their trade which is fine and their choice, but this is still an example)

https:// www.chickensmoothie.com/trades/viewtrade.php?id=115871332&userid=1117135&signature=9qM1oL1xToDwUYDt2qzL6g

(^ a trade sent to a friend of mine, advised them not to accept due to the unfairness.)

They offered recent pets (no rares) for my friend’s December 18 pet, though my friend declined to trade their pet. I checked Kris's pet group “(ungrouped pets)” and they have many other Dec 18 pets, most of which they received from other new players, one of which is linked above.

They've been on CS since 2011, so there's very little reason why they wouldn't be aware of rarities or at least Dec 18 and ninja trading.

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[eggsistential-basket]

aaaaoooughhhh i did art instead of studying again. so sue me

[darlingshittalk]

Guys...

I've been fixing on how to tell some of you this, but most of the issues you're complaining are beyond moderation. There are complaints about lack of attentiveness for others, but also gripe that art support is insincere.  A overall demographic preference for men is not sexism, nor is someone individualizing their own acquired personal character. Even if it were, I see so many female dainties I'm a bit confused at the claim 'rampant sexism' and 'casual misogony'. You complain about popular artists, but in the same breath mock the quality of smaller, newer experienced artists' work when they're picked as GA. And what cliques?/g These things are all things no amount of rules and moderation could fix without authoritarian restriction. If you genuinely want a better community, initiate the changes you'd want to see. Give other artists sincere support! Have empathy for others; many in the community struggle with dysphoria and trauma, which could explain their oc preferences. Stop treating everything as an issue of commerce. You're perfectly able to appreciate and respect artist's work without purchasing it. Engage with your peers, and engage with your own existing characters! 

[tfwbluu]

PAIRING — ni-ki + f!reader

WARNINGS — sub!riki & dom!reader, both of them are idols, reader’s older than rik’s by a year, noona kink, oral (m. rec), edging/overstimulation, degradation/praise, bondage, blindfolds, creampie, pet names + reader calls him baby boy, pictures/sextape, aftercare.

WORDCOUNT — 2.4K

NOTE — i mixed like three reqs into this one cs i got lazy zzz im just gonna drop this and leave (,, ‸ ‸ ,, ) rik’s just wants to be a good boy. . lmk if i missed smth in the warnings.

You had just finished a photoshoot with one of the brands you're an ambassador for. Finally getting home, you unlocked the door to the private space you shared with Riki—a place meant just for the two of you to escape and enjoy some “quality time”. You figured it was still early enough to take a nap together, especially since you remembered he only had one comeback shoot scheduled for the day.

Walking in, you heard faint squelching noises echoing through the halls. Curiosity piqued, you followed the sounds, your steps growing quieter as you approached. The soft, high-pitched whines bouncing off the walls grew louder until they led you to your shared bedroom.

Peeking inside, you were greeted by the sight of Riki, completely lost in his own pleasure. He sat on the edge of the bed, desperately jerking himself off, his stage makeup still intact, though he'd changed into one of his hoodies and a pair of sweats. His hand worked furiously, his cock slick with precum, but no matter how hard he tried, he seemed unable to finish.

A smirk tugged at your lips as you leaned against the doorframe, crossing your arms. “Well, well, what do we have here?”

Riki froze, his head snapping toward you, eyes wide in shock. His cheeks turned a vivid pink as realization dawned—he hadn’t noticed you’d come home. His cock twitched in his hand, dripping with precum, as he scrambled to process the situation.

“My, I never thought you’d have the guts, baby,” you teased, stepping into the room and locking the door behind you. “Couldn’t even wait for me?” you pouted, now standing directly in front of him.

Riki’s head dropped, his gaze fixed on the floor, too embarrassed to meet your eyes. His hands gripped the bed sheets beneath him, his cock pressing heavily against his pants, flushed and needy.

“Look at me when I speak to you,” you demanded, gripping his chin and forcing his face to meet your gaze. His breath hitched, a soft yelp escaping his lips as you lightly slapped his cock, watching it twitch in response.

“Didn’t even ask for permission,” you continued, your tone sharp but laced with teasing amusement. “Such big hands, and yet you can’t even make yourself cum without my help, hmm?”

“N-no, noona,” he stammered, voice barely above a whisper. His face burned with humiliation and arousal, his breath coming in short gasps.

“You know what happens to naughty boys, don’t you?” you asked, tilting your head. “Undress. Sit on that chair.”

You stepped back, giving him space, and watched as he obeyed, his hands trembling slightly as he began to strip. His flushed skin glistened under the soft light, his eyes flicking nervously between you and the floor.

You walked to the dresser, retrieving a small box as Riki obediently stripped himself bare. His skin prickled with exposure and vulnerability as he stood completely naked before you, while you remained fully dressed. His eyes wandered over you, unable to resist admiring every detail—the way your perfectly styled hair frames your face, the sharp intensity of your gaze, and the bold, glossy red of your lips that seemed to command his submission without a word.

He twitched at the sight, unable to hide how much just looking at you affected him. Settling into the cushioned chair, he watched you anxiously, anticipation bubbling in his chest as he tried to guess what you had planned.

“Sit still for me, okay, baby?” you mused, your tone light and teasing as you walked toward him with a small box in hand. Placing it on the table beside him, you opened it deliberately, keeping its contents hidden from his view.

Before he could ask or peek, darkness overtook his vision as you slipped a blindfold over his eyes. Deprived of sight, his remaining senses sharpened. The warmth of your breath against his neck sent shivers down his spine as your lips placed a feather-light kiss on the mole there.

“Sensitive?” you teased, your voice like silk as your hands wandered up and down his torso. Your fingertips grazed his nipples, teasing them lightly, and he twitched under your touch.

“Ngh… noona…” he whined, his voice laced with need. His cock, flushed red and angry, throbbed as he unconsciously bucked his hips into the air, desperately seeking relief that wasn’t coming.

“Ah. I almost forgot,” you said, your tone playful as you reached into the box. Pulling out a length of crimson rope, you let it trail through your fingers. “Lean forward a little for me, and put your arms behind your back, baby boy,” you asked sweetly, your words soft yet commanding.

Though hesitant, Riki obeyed, leaning forward and presenting his arms. You worked with practiced precision, winding the rope securely around his biceps and forearms, binding them to the back of the chair. The knot you tied was firm yet intricate, finished with a delicate, decorative bow.

Satisfied with your handiwork, you stepped back to admire your masterpiece. Riki trembled with desire, his body taut with tension. The way his arousal dripped onto the floor below only added to his delicious vulnerability.

You bit your lip, grabbing your phone to snap a picture of him. ‘Pretty,’ you thought, moving to tug on his hair and pulling him into a kiss that he whined into.

“N-noona… p-please,” he whimpered, his voice shaky as his hips bucked into the air, searching for any kind of friction.

You started a small recording, capturing his tied-up, blindfolded form. Blowing lightly over his flushed, throbbing length, you watched as a shiver ran through him, his gasp breaking the quiet, desperate for the warmth of your touch.

“Say hi to the camera,” you cooed, filming his entire body, wanting to preserve this moment forever.

“H-hi...” he managed, his voice a soft, shaky whimper.

“Are you okay with me recording, baby?” you asked softly.

“Hmm, it’s okay…” he replied, his voice barely above a whisper.

You smiled and leaned in, leaving a soft peck on his lips. “Good boy,” you murmured, watching his cheeks tint with warmth.

You set the camera on the table, perfectly positioned to capture the two of you. “What were you saying again? Please what, sweetheart?” you asked, your voice a sultry purr as you leaned in closer.

“P-please... touch me,” he begged, his voice cracking with desperation. “I’ll be a good boy, I promise! ‘M sorry for touching myself without your permission—ah!”

His apology dissolved into a moan of relief as your hand finally wrapped around his length, stroking him slowly, almost lazily. Each deliberate movement of your hand was a taunt, drawing out his pleasure while you watched him unravel. His arousal slicked your palm as his chest heaved with shallow breaths.

“So needy...” you cooed, your lips brushing over the mole on his abs before trailing upward, kissing his neck. You left a trail of red lipstick marks as a reminder of your claim. His moans grew heavier, chest rising and falling rapidly.

“N-noona, please, need m-more!” he begged, his body straining against the crimson ropes, the bindings leaving flushed marks on his skin.

Helpless and utterly at your mercy, he could do nothing but take what you chose to give, his desperation spilling from every gasp and whimper.

Lowering yourself to your knees, you began with delicate kitten licks on his swollen tip, savoring the way he twitched under your tongue. Your lips wrapped around him lightly, sucking just enough to make him shudder, while your hand stroked the rest of his length in slow, deliberate movements.

A soft gasp escaped him as his hips lifted slightly, thrusting into your mouth instinctively. You allowed it, letting him chase just a little relief, all while keeping your pace teasingly unhurried. His body tensed as he teetered on the edge of release, his cock twitching in your grasp. But just as he was about to spill over, you stopped. His frustrated whine filled the air.

“Noona…” he whimpered, his voice shaky and desperate.

“Remember, darling,” you said with a teasing smirk, your hand brushing over his throbbing length, “only good boys get to cum.” You resumed stroking him slowly, watching his hips twitch as you built him back up.

You teased him relentlessly, stroking and sucking him just enough to push him to the edge, only to stop each time he neared his peak. It left him breathless, his whimpers growing more pathetic with every denial.

Finally, his trembling body betrayed him. He came suddenly, thick ropes of release spilling onto your hand and his stomach. Relief flickered across his face, but it was fleeting as your touch never faltered.

“F-fuck… Noona!” he yelped, his voice breaking as your hand began moving faster, not giving him a moment to recover. His oversensitive body writhed against the crimson binds, and within moments, another wave crashed over him, spilling more of his release.

“You’re so tense, baby.” you teased, coaxing every last drop out of him.

“Noona~!” he cried out, his third climax ripping through him, his release pooling on his toned abs alongside the red marks of your kisses.

His flushed face, sweat glistening on his skin, and tear-streaked cheeks made him utterly irresistible. His swollen, red lips practically begged to be kissed, and you obliged, silencing his whines as your mouth claimed his, your hand finally slowing.

‘Fuck, he’s so pretty,’ you thought, finally taking a moment to admire him fully.

Slowly, you undressed, leaving only your top, before positioning yourself atop him. Aligning his still-hard cock with your slick entrance, you slid down his length. He let out a choked sob at the overwhelming sensation, his sensitivity making every movement more intense.

“Such a big cock, filling me up so good, yeah?” you praised, moving up and down on him, your hands gripping his shoulders for support.

“T-thank you, Noona… feels so g-good!” he babbled, his head falling back in ecstasy.

You tugged his head forward by his hair, pulling off the soaked blindfold, and his glassy, tear-filled eyes met yours. Silencing his desperate noises with a deep kiss, you muffled his cries as you rode him harder.

“F-feels... ssoo guhd, nnnmh... f-fuck plees, noona... p-pleasee...” he mewled against your lips, his muffled voice trembling, but you understood him perfectly.

“You’ve got one more in you, baby?” you murmured, your forehead resting against his. “You’ve been such a good boy—just one more, hmm?” Your thumb softly caressed his damp cheek as you held his gaze.

He nodded weakly, his voice lost to the pleasure consuming him. Your movements became frantic as you chased your release, your hand dipping down to stroke your clit.

“N-Noona… c-close…” he mumbled between broken moans, his body trembling beneath you.

“Hmm, cum inside me, baby,” you purred, your hips meeting his thrusts as you felt the tightening coil in your belly snap.

Both of you reached your peak in unison, his warmth spilling into you as your walls clenched around him, soaking his cock in your release. You sighed in relief, easing off him as his cum spilled out, dripping down his length and pooling beneath you.

“D-did I do good, noona? Was I a good boy?” he asked, his voice soft as he looked up at you with those pretty, pleading eyes.

“Yes, you were, baby. Such a good boy for me,” you praised, gently caressing his flushed cheeks.

Reaching for your phone, you ended the recording with a satisfied hum. But before setting it down, you couldn’t resist snapping one final picture of Riki—trembling and spent, his body adorned with your red kiss marks, glistening with sweat and streaked with cum.

“Smile, baby,” you cooed, a sly smirk playing on your lips as you admired your masterpiece, saving the photo as a private keepsake for your eyes only.

Putting your phone down, you turned your full attention back to him, your eyes raking over his trembling form.

“You okay Ki?” You asked gently, patting his head.

“Hmm, ‘m okay,” he mumbled, gazing up at you with adoring eyes. You couldn’t help but think, cute, as you gently squished his cheeks.

“Wanna kiss.” he pouts, “let me take off the ropes first baby.” you mused, removing them slowly.

Fuck. You can’t help but feel a sense of pride looking at the marks on his skin, ‘All mine’ you thought possessively.

“Let’s take a bath, okay baby?” you said, holding onto him as you walked him to the bathroom.

You guided Riki to sit on the toilet while you prepared the bath, testing the water until it was just right. Once the tub was ready, you helped him ease in, his muscles visibly relaxing as the warmth enveloped him. After slipping off the rest of your clothing, you joined him, settling in front of him.

With gentle hands, you washed him, massaging shampoo into his hair and carefully cleaning his body. Between each motion, you left small kisses on his skin, earning soft hums of contentment from him.

Afterward, the two of you dried off, his tired hands fumbling to hand you one of his hoodies. You chuckled at his persistence and slipped it on, indulging his request.

Finally, you both climbed into bed, Riki instantly wrapping himself around you, his lips pressing light kisses against your neck.

“‘M sorry,” he mumbled, his voice quiet.

“It’s okay, baby. You don’t have to be sorry,” you reassured him, your fingers gently threading through his damp hair. “Plus, you looked so pretty f’ me.” You teased, unlocking your phone and showing him the lewd pictures and video you had taken. His eyes widened as his cheeks flushed pink all over again.

“Hmph, I just wanted noona so bad, was thinking about you the whole time I was recording the comeback stage. Couldn’t help myself,” he huffed, burying his face against your skin. “Hyungs were annoying too, kept teasing me for missing you,” he added with a pout, looking up at you with those wide, puppy-dog eyes.

“I’ll talk to them later,” you replied, smiling softly. “Let’s take a nap, yeah? You must be tired.” Your hand moved to stroke his hair, lulling him further into relaxation.

“Kiss?”

“Okay, you big baby,” you giggled, leaning down to press a long, soft kiss to his lips. “Sleep well, baby. I love you.”

“I love you too, noona,” he murmured, his voice filled with warmth as his eyes fluttered shut, completely at ease in your arms.