#one of the few times i had tried to look after myself and it backfired on my horribly

[babygirlvanitas]

hh oh i hit the tag limit

[captain-joongz]

Tits out

Pairing: best friend!Wooyoung x f!reader

Genre: bffs to ??, college au, pure smut, barely any plot, fluff, humour

Summary: When talking to your best friend about your nipple piercing during movie night backfires in the most spectacular way possible and Seonghwa's new couch gets caught in the crossfire

Word count: cca 7k

Warnings: reader is chubby, there's no discussion, they just jump into it, titty sucking, nipple and nipple piercing fixation, unprotected sex (this is pure fantasy, be careful in the real world), a little bit of body insecurity about body hair, fingering, doggy, squirting (let me know if i missed anything)

I had met Wooyoung back in the first year in uni and now four years later we were still going strong. The man that walked in confidently into a lecture hall, bee-lined straight for the empty space next to me and was sitting down before I even comprehended his question of “is this seat taken?”, who then proceeded to talk my ear off and invite himself for lunch with me, was quite easy to befriend, believe it or not. After sitting next to him a few times and going for lunch later, I’d managed to get out of my shell a little too and soon we were two merry extroverts steamrolling through university hip to hip. He’d become one of my best friends, one of my closest friends and a person that understood me almost perfectly. We knew we could count on each other completely and trusted each other blindly.

I was introduced into his friend group, and he was into mine and we often hung out together in huge groups of rowdy younglings, going dancing and spending weekends eating too much junk food and watching bad movies someone had put on, but no one really paid attention to besides the occasional joke about its stupidity. I couldn’t count how many times I’ve done something extremely stupid while hanging out with them and was heavily encouraged by both Wooyoung and San. It was the most fun I’ve had though, and that’s what really mattered.

Now I was already out of school, but Wooyoung and most of his friends were continuing with their studies. Due to this, we tried to hang out every Friday, but a lot of the time it ended up being just me and him or even just me sitting in their living room watching Netflix waiting who makes it home first. It was like my second home at this point, and no one was phased when I showed up out of the blue and sat on the couch like I owned it. Especially since Seonghwa bought the new one, that one was extremely comfortable.

Usually, Friday night was a hang out and movie night for me and Wooyoung anyway, but today I was a woman on a mission. A few months ago, I had gotten a nipple piercing. It wasn’t my first one (though it was definitely the most painful one) so I wasn’t extremely worried about it, but lately it has been acting up a little. It usually didn’t hurt but sometimes there would be this slight discomfort around it and I’ve even noticed some slight scabbing even months later. I knew realistically that it was most likely okay, but my anxious nervous little brain had managed to convince me that I’m going to lose my tit or something. That’s why I needed a second opinion. And that’s where Wooyoung came in.

Tonight, I was making my way towards their flat knowing I’m about to ask Wooyoung for the weirdest favour one ever could, but it should be okay, right? We were such close friends, it definitely wasn’t a big deal, right? You normally asked your friends to take a look at your tits and tell you whether there’s something weird about one of them, that was just a usual Friday, no?

I checked the group chat again and confirmed that it would be just me and Woo tonight and then made my way to their building’s door. They lived on the fourth floor without an elevator, which would normally be a minus, but since it was an old warehouse made into an apartment building, their flat was actually massive and housed all of them without a problem, so I graciously sacrificed myself and stomped up the stairs a few times a week to see their faces (and eat their food).

Upon arriving to the flat, I found Woo busy making something in the kitchen, humming lightly while whipping cream like a 50s housewife.

“What you up to?” I asked casually strolling into the room, making Wooyoung jump with shock. “Jesus fucking Christ, you sneak in all the time and yet I still get scared by you,” he said and put his hand over his heart. I slapped his shoulder and peeked at what he was making.

“You literally gave me the keys, Wooyoung, I’m hardly sneaking in,” I said and rolled my eyes at him. He just laughed and pushed me out of the kitchen. “Shut up and start choosing the movie or I know we’ll just end up scrolling through Netflix for hours like always,” he shouted over his shoulder and went back to whatever snack he was making.

As I sat on the couch, I was steeling myself for what I was about to ask him, trying to figure out how to bring it up. No time like the present, right. I mindlessly scrolled through the movies, but really I was waiting for Woo to join me in the living room. Then finally he came in through the door, a plate of little cheesy snacks in one hand and a bowl of popcorn in the other. I was just about to open my mouth, but he cheekily winked at me and made his way back to the kitchen. When he returned, he was holding a little tray with two cups of hot chocolate, the coke and two glasses.

He finally joined me on the couch and for a while we both just sat there, arguing about whether we want to watch a comedy or a thriller, while I was thinking how to broach the subject. But in the end, I didn’t even need to do that. In the middle of my sentence about how I’m not watching another stupid horror movie about nothing, Wooyoung suddenly turned to me and just gave me this look. And I knew I was done playing around. I stopped in the middle of talking and stared at him. He grinned.

“Okay, just spill it,” he said when I stayed silent for too long.

“What do you mean?” I attempted to stray away from the topic until I was ready, but he’d already saw through me. “Really?” he asked incredulously, “I’ve known you for years, you think I don’t recognise when you want to talk about something? Just spill the beans already.” I heaved a deep sigh and then turned on the couch to face him. He was still grinning.

“Okay, this might be really weird, but just bear with me for a while, okay?” I started. While I was slightly worried about the piercing, I also couldn’t help but fear Woo’s reaction, after all this wasn’t exactly a normal thing to ask your friend. I knew worst case scenario he’ll just say no and laugh it off, but still. He looked a little more serious for a moment, but then I continued talking. “I need you to look at my tits, okay?”

Wooyoung looked at me shocked for a moment and then bursted out laughing. I just glared at him annoyed. “Hear me out-“ I started but he cut me off. “Is this about like being insecure about them? You want me to look at them and say they’re okay? Y/N, you know your tits are amazing-“ he was going on and on, but this time it was me who cut him off.

“God, no, nothing like that,” I shut him up embarrassed. While it was true that I was slightly insecure about my plump figure, I loved my boobs, I knew they looked great. They were simply just right, it was one of the things I loved about my body. Wooyoung sensed that it must be something more serious and gestured for me to continue.

“You know I got the piercing, but lately it started to act up a little and I’m getting nervous and I just need you to look and tell me it looks fine,” I got out in one breath and he just stared at me. “Okay…? Why don’t you look into the mirror?” he asked, genuinely curious. “I have, but since I’m getting so nervous about it, I need a second opinion,” I explained, “Come on Woo, I know it’s a super weird and gross request, but help me out here.” Wooyoung laughed again and smirked at me.

“Gross and weird?” he repeated, “Not only I’ll see a nipple and a piercing, but I’ll also see a boob and a nipple with a piercing, that’s like some of the best things in this world combined together.” I slapped his shoulder again, but we both laughed this time.

“You’re the worst, god,” I said laughing, “I’m surprised you haven’t died over being such a fucking horndog all the time yet.” He laughed too and then gestured to my top.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah, just shut up and pull your tits out,” he joked and made himself comfortable on one end of the couch. I wasn’t particularly shy about showing my body, so it wasn’t that hard to bare myself like this. Hell, me and Woo have probably seen each other naked a few times but just didn’t care enough.

I pulled the two straps of my top off my shoulders and bunched the fabric around my waist, then reached around to my back to take off my bra. When it hit the floor Wooyoung’s full attention was suddenly on my chest, and it flustered me a little. I fought the instinct to cover myself with my arms and instead just sat there, topless with my best friend intensely staring at my boobs.

“So?” I asked anxiously, “What do you think?” He suddenly straightened up and it brought us quite close to each other. “That you have really great tits,” he said absent-mindedly, his hands raising on instinct as if going to squish them. I flushed and swatted at them. “Yeah, I know,” I said annoyed, “that’s not what I asked though.” That seemed to break him out of it a little bit and he hunched down so his face was on level with my chest. I face-palmed and hoped no one would come home unannounced, cause this would be damn hard to explain.

“No, yeah I think it’s okay,” Woo said after a while, “I mean, the pierced one looks a little different, but that’s to be expected. I don’t think there’s anything wrong with it.” I relaxed at hearing him say so and felt the tension leave me at once. But I just needed a little more to feel completely at ease.

“Can you like… touch it to see if it’s weirdly warm or if there’s some weird texture or something?” I asked embarrassed and quickly looked to the side when Woo’s head whipped up to look at me. “You want me to what now?” he questioned me flabbergasted.

“I don’t know, dude! You’re the one that gets into contact with tits, you’ll know if there’s something wrong with it!” I started hurriedly explaining myself, growing more flustered by the minute. Wooyoung stayed quiet for a moment and then sighed. I thought this was finally the line that was too far for him, but then his hand suddenly flew up and stopped just millimetres from my nipple. We both just sat there, holding our breath, not knowing where to look, when he slowly brought his fingers in contact with my skin. I gasped quietly, but in the silence it was still audible. I flushed in embarrassment and refused to look anywhere else except for the wall by the TV.

Wooyoung’s fingers messed around a little, pressing down on the nipple and gently squeezing it, also lightly touching onto the piercing. Surprisingly enough, what I felt wasn’t pain like I feared. With every soft brush of his fingers over the sensitive skin, a little bolt of pleasure shot through me and I had to fight to keep myself from gasping more or arching into his touch. I felt the blush spreading over my face and completely mortified I noticed beginnings of a scorching wet heat between my legs.

Then suddenly his hand was gone and he was clearing his throat. The silence that set between us was broken and we both started shifting around, not knowing what to do with the situation we found ourselves in.

“I think it’s totally fine,” he said, his voice somewhat hoarse, but I was so embarrassed I barely even registered it.

“Oh thank god, I was really getting nervous,” I said and laughed a little awkwardly. Wooyoung wasn’t saying anything and just sat in front of me tensely, so I assumed it was good and he just needed a moment to shake off the sudden awkward atmosphere, and turned around to find my bra. That was a rookie mistake though. The moment my eyes left Wooyoung, he striked. As I was searching the floor with my eyes, suddenly what felt like a lightning strike went through my whole body. My back arched on instinct, and I toppled backwards onto the couch with a loud moan.

Wooyoung’s mouth has attached itself onto my pierced nipple and he sucked again, another shock pulsing through me and pleasure suddenly flooding my senses. My hands flew to his shoulders, but instead of pushing him away I just pulled him closer. I myself wasn’t sure of what was happening or what we were doing, but it felt too good to dwell on it and I definitely didn’t hate it.

Wooyoung moved closer and made himself comfortable between my spread thighs, his mouth busy sucking and licking around my piercing. I was letting out tiny breathy moans, my legs instinctively pulling him closer to my core, hoping for a little friction.

“What… what are you doing?” I finally gathered my wits and asked breathlessly. I looked down to see the top of his head moving around. He peaked up to look at me and smiled sheepishly. “Sorry, I’ve never been with a girl that has a nipple piercing, I couldn’t help myself,” he explained, and I rolled my eyes at him.

“You damn horndog,” I muttered, but didn’t push him away or stop him. That gave him confidence to continue, and he smirked at me, as one of his hands brushed down my front until he was slightly pushing on my clit through my clothes and I arched again. He moved to the other nipple and played with it a little, while his unoccupied hand moved to my other breast, touching it teasingly, squeezing it slightly and thumbing the piercing.

“It’s so sensitive,” he murmured and watched his hand completely fascinated. I was about to retort something, but he chose that moment to bite at my breast and move up to leave wet hot kisses on my neck and a loud moan came out instead. It’s been so long since I’ve been with someone, and I was starting to worry I might utterly embarrass myself. One of my hands sneaked down between our bodies, trying to encourage him to touch me properly instead of just gently pressing, but he caught it and pulled it up to my shoulder. Suddenly he was towering over me, smirking at me and just generally being a menace. I arched again, this time trying to push our lower halves together, but he avoided me with a laugh.

“God, please, Wooyoung just touch me,” I begged him as the desperation from the scorching heat cursing through my veins was taking over, throwing everything into the wind and fully committing to getting fucked by my best friend. He kept smirking and propped himself up over me on his elbow.

“Touch you, huh?” he said and suddenly his hand was back to teasing my clit, this time with more force. I keened and pushed up into him, suddenly embarrassedly realising just how wet I’d gotten from such small ministrations. He chuckled watching me, head diving to take my pierced nipple into his mouth again, gently playing with it with his tongue and scraping his teeth over it. I jerked and my hands flew into his hair, holding him in place so that he’d never stop, my mouth falling open on a silent moan, too overwhelmed by the sensation to properly function. He slowly moved up to my neck, peppering kisses and small bites along the way, while his fingers moved in little circles over my clothed clit.

I was so turned on I could die, I needed him to touch me properly – like stuff me full of his long beautiful fingers. And I told him as such. And he laughed at me.

“Aw, such a little desperate angel, aren’t you?” Wooyoung whispered into my skin. I whined his name, hoping it would speed him up. He scoffed at me playfully but moved away to pull my shorts off, grabbing them with one hand and pulling them down in one swoop; leaving me a little breathless and only in a bunched up top around my middle, while Wooyoung was still fully clothed. I started pulling his shirt off and he obliged, flinging it to the other side of the room eagerly.

Woo sat back on his heels between my spread thighs to take me in and I started to feel shy again, hands moving to grab onto him and pull him back onto me, but he pushed my arms back into the couch and held them there for a moment, before sitting back again.

“No, no, angel, I’m looking at your pretty pussy,” he teased me, hands grabbing at my full thighs to keep them spread wide. I looked down and suddenly an insecurity reared its head again. About two years ago I had stopped shaving in my intimate area, only trimming it a little, cause it irritated my skin too much and the last time I was about to get some, the guy called me disgusting. Wooyoung was currently watching me like a starved man in front of a feast, but still I nervously covered myself with my hands. His eyes flicked up to me, questioning, his eyebrows furrowed.

“Sorry,” was all I said, mad at myself that I couldn’t even properly get out why I was suddenly so uncomfortable, and he looked at me all confused. “What are you sorry for?” he asked, but then realisation lit up his eyes and he moved to stand up from the couch, “Did you change your mind? You know it’s okay to tell me.” I looped my legs around his waist to pull him back to me and he fell forward with an “oof”. This pressed his erect cock to my core as he held himself up with his hands right by my head and we both moaned at the contact. My legs kept encouraging him to grind into me and for a moment we both just breathlessly moved against each other, Woo releasing little moans and sighs into the heated air between us, and I watched his half-lidded eyes slowly become hazy with pleasure, utterly fascinated.

“So I guess no changing of minds,” he chuckled on a small groan as his hips started thrusting a little harsher against me, losing all rationality and just chasing pleasure. “No, nothing like that,” I whispered back and pulled him for a kiss for the first. As soon as our lips touched, we started hungrily devouring each other, moaning into each other’s mouths and our hands grabbing onto each other desperately. I ended up helplessly grabbing onto his back and most probably leaving red scratches in my wake.

After a moment Woo pulled away, sat back on his heels again and I whined and tried to pull him back, leading him to laugh at me once more; but his fingers went straight for my pussy, spreading it open and sliding through the wetness there. As if placated, I immediately stopped whining and arched my back more, begging for his touch.

“What was that about before?” he asked slightly breathless and I could see he was being serious, even though his finger started slowly circling my clit and playing around. I could barely concentrate on explaining as I was too busy drowning in the liquid pleasure spreading through my entire body.

“Just a little… hng- a little insecure about- about my hair,” I answered while writhing around, simultaneously wanting more and hoping he’d stop so that I could explain properly. His eyes immediately flicked down between my legs just as his finger slid down and slowly slipped into me. I moaned loudly, hands grabbing and squeezing the couch. His gaze was trained on my hole as he pumped his finger in a few times and then quickly slid in a second one.

“Fuck, you’re so wet..” he whispered, still watching his fingers slowly fucking into me, his other hand going to squeeze his erection still tenting his sweats. My mouth was hanging open, eyes unfocused, noises just pouring out as I was finally feeling full for the first time. But then suddenly he pulled his fingers out and focused on me again. I actually sobbed out, trying to close my legs to keep his hand from leaving, but they were still kept spread by his hips.

“Why would you be insecure about it?” Wooyoung whispered and it took me a moment to remember what we were talking about before. I propped myself up on my elbows and looked at him, sitting between my spread legs with an obvious erection in sweats stained by my wetness from our grinding before. I flushed again and tore my eyes away from his cock, only to catch his smug smirk. I schooled my expression and said: “The last guy I was with called it disgusting. Said he’s not Columbus to be exploring the rainforest.” Wooyoung scoffed.

“What a fucking asshole, who even comes up with shit like that?” he asked incredulously, “Well, clearly he’s a fucking coward, but thankfully… I’ve always liked a little bit of adventure.” He said the last bit all flirty, winking like an absolute sleaze and I just knew something awful was coming. “Besides,” he said while pressing himself into me again, “the rainforest is the perfect place for my anaconda.” I groaned, but this time from pure embarrassment at his jokes while he cackled like a madman. I pushed him away and started to turn around so that I could stand up.

“God, I changed my mind, get off of me,” I said morosely, but he just grabbed my hips and used the momentum to turn me around and get me on all fours, then pressed us together. A bolt of arousal shot through me, and my arms buckled under my weight, my face pressing into the couch while my ass stayed propped up by Wooyoung, pressed into his hips.

“Actually, this is quite a good idea,” he said grinding into me, “I always knew you’d love to be fucked like this.” He bent over me, his chest pressing into my back as he whispered straight into my ear. “Pressed down like this, taken from behind quick, rough and dirty,” he murmured, “Put nicely in your place…” I moaned unabashed, hips pushing back onto his cock on their own and lust making itself painfully known again; in response I could feel Wooyoung’s hands tightening on my skin and suddenly he pulled back to hurriedly tug his sweats down. His hands made their home on my hips, squeezing and pulling, keeping me pressed into him, his cock slotting between my thighs and sliding along my wet pussy. I keened and attempted to grind back, but he held me as his hips pulled back.

“God, please,” I begged, “Please, Wooyoung, give it to me…” He held himself with one hand and I heard him chuckle. “You want it?” he teased. I felt the head of his cock gently teasing around my hole, slightly pushing in and pulling out again. I sobbed exasperated and nodded, face mushed into the couch and hands grabbing onto the throw pillows, my whole body just fucking screaming for his cock to spear me through and through, cunt spasming and tightening around nothing.

“Yes! Yes, please!” I cried and he finally slid inside in one slow thrust. I moaned with relief and sagged into the couch a little, finally getting what I’ve been wanting this whole time. Wooyoung groaned behind me and his hands dug into the skin of my hips, pushing us impossibly together. The feeling of fullness satisfied something wild and primal in me and I found myself struggling to close my mouth, too blissed out to do anything.

He stilled for a moment to get us both accustomed to the feeling, but clearly both of us were too horny to wait even a little longer, because the second I pushed my hips back into him, he started slowly grinding in small circles and it wasn’t long before it shifted into shallow thrusts punching out little gasps out of me.

I only had to whine out “please!” once to get Wooyoung to speed up and pound into me in a much faster pace, to both of our reliefs. Woo’s cool had quickly melted away into a desperate quick pace that had tiny whiny moans spilling out of him. I wasn’t fairing much better, the slide of his cock along my walls from this angle was absolutely heavenly and within few moments had me absolutely losing my already frayed mind. With my head turned away from the cushions I found myself unable to close my mouth, moans freely slipping out and bouncing off of the walls of the living room. Embarrassingly enough I could feel a string of drool coming out of the corner of my mouth onto the couch, but I couldn’t force myself to care when Wooyoung was fucking me so good.

It quickly became obvious we were both too horny and turned on to keep any kind of decorum, so we descended into a messy filthy fucking, Woo eventually bending over me and plastering his chest to my back, mouthing and biting at my neck in between grunts and groans. Just thinking about how deliciously I was filled with his cock had me moaning loudly, Wooyoung chuckling as if he wasn’t the same, losing his mind over the tight wet heat enveloping him in a torturous hug.

I found myself quickly spiralling, the molten pleasure pumping through my body at an alarming speed. I reached back and pulled at Wooyoung’s hips, forcing him to shift his leg a little closer and putting his hips a little higher over mine, giving him perfect access to that one spot deep inside of me with every thrust. I lost all control over my body then, taken over by the all-consuming pleasure, the moans coming out higher and louder with every thrust.

“God- ah aah-“ I panted out, hands digging into the pillows looking for any kind of purchase to withstand the onslaught of sensations, “I- I’m cumming so-soon.” Wooyoung giggled breathlessly into my shoulder and his hips suddenly gained back a little more direction, aiming to hit the spot with every slam into me, slowly speeding up until he was railing me like a madman, the wet squelch of my cunt and slapping of skin on skin accompanying the cacophony of our joined pleasure. I wailed, unable to keep up with the mounting climax, almost screaming on every thrust inlaid with little gasps, groans and cut off gibberish pouring out of my mouth. It felt as if my entire body lit up, the bliss becoming a little too much for me to properly register beyond “Oh god! Oh yes!” ringing through every inch of my very being.

Then Wooyoung’s hand moved to my tit again and squeezed and pinched the pierced nipple few times, even giving it some light slaps. My whole body seized up on a lightning strike of pleasure and the orgasm hit me like an actual truck, getting thrown over the edge so unexpectedly and with such force that I gave one last wheezing cry, mind blanking out and all I could register was the white ecstasy pouring through me, out of me, as if my entire body was made out of it, every nerve screaming with it.

Distantly I registered Wooyoung’s startled cries and moans, his hips jerking against mine quickly and erratically, his hands back on my hips tightening until I could feel his nails biting into my skin and was sure I’d have a nice set of imprints for at least the rest of the day. Then he stilled over me, cock pushed as deep inside as it could go, pulsing and throbbing as the cum poured out in thick spurts. His deep groan of satisfaction reverberated through my whole body since he was still pressed into my back tightly, letting me enjoy the moment with him.

As if invisible strings were cut, we both collapsed into the couch and hazily I realised I only stayed upright because Wooyoung was holding me so he could fuck me harder. After few minutes my mind slowly started coming back, body tiredly catching up, registering the pleasurable ordeal it just went through. I could feel my pussy throbbing, hot and wet from being thoroughly fucked and filled with Woo’s release, my hips hurting from the pounding. I was almost expecting to see bruises all over me.

For a few moments only laboured breathing was heard through the room as we both recovered, the haze gradually lifting, allowing us to come to terms with what had just happened between us. Surprisingly, it didn’t feel awkward at all. It may have been because I was still lying boneless, unable to speak from the force of the orgasm with Wooyoung’s softening cock still wedged deep inside of my pussy, but I found myself quite comfortable squished into the couch, feeling his shallow breaths in the crook of my neck and his thumping heart against my back. I wondered if he could feel mine, as it was beating just as wildly.

But the comfy silence was broken by the man himself, when he whistled and said: “Wow, I had no idea you could do that.” There was a little teasing undertone to his statement, but mostly I could detect only giddy wonder and pride.

“Do what?” my words still a little slurred, because I was still recovering the functions of my brain and fighting sleep, so deeply sated I could barely hold a full thought.

“Squirt,” Woo stated matter-of-factly, his hands beginning to gently caress my sides to help me come down. “Huh?” I said eloquently and turned to look at him. He just gave me a soft grin, eyes squinting in joy as he took in my state. “I did what?” the question was more rhetorical and I wasn’t even really talking to Wooyoung, rather I started to squirm trying to look down as if my pussy held the answer. And in some way it did. When I managed to lift up my hips a little, my whole body protesting and Wooyoung behind me grunting at the jostling of his soft cock, hands digging into my hips to try and hold me still, I saw that the couch beneath us was absolutely soaked. Slight panic seized me, I didn’t even know why, it was just a natural reaction of my tired brain to the information that apparently Wooyoung, my best friend, had made me squirt for the first time in my life, all over Seonghwa’s lovely sofa. Well, at least it did explain why the orgasm had been so fucking intense, feeling as if the soul left my body and astral projected into a parallel universe.

The squirming dislodged Wooyoung from me and a splat of his cum joined the already huge stain on the furnishing. Now I winced, realising that there was no way either of us was surviving this. Unceremoniously I plopped back down into the mess and turned to Wooyoung, who was sweaty and rosy-cheeked, watching me with amusement.

“Seonghwa is going to fucking murder us,” I muttered tiredly, already back to fighting sleep off now that I was lying again. I let my eyes fall shut and only heard Wooyoung’s answering laugh, only felt him get up from the couch and gently roll me over on my back. There was shuffling, rustling of clothes and footsteps around the living room, but I couldn’t find the strength to look at what was Woo doing, letting myself drift on the high and the aftershocks that were still coursing through me.

Wooyoung was humming somewhere in the apartment and then there was a gentle touch on my hip. I whined but let him do what he needed. A warm wet towel was pressed onto my stomach lightly in lieu of warning and I slowly opened my legs again, feeling the strain and the burn that just hurt so good. Woo tenderly cleaned me up with soft unhurried strokes, then helped me sit up against the pillows to try and put some clothes back on me.

I blearily opened my eyes and blinked at him. Wooyoung was kneeling on the floor in front of me wearing only his sweats and holding his black tee. When he saw I was back in the land of living, he slowly pulled it over my head and helped my arms into the sleeves. I was feeling all warm and fuzzy from his sudden softness, thoroughly enjoying this after-care, suddenly found myself overtaken by the violent need to cuddle and sleep it off, so I was just about to suggest that, when he suddenly sprung to his feet and pulled me up with him. I let myself be man-handled with only a slight surprised yelp, but suddenly standing I realised my legs still weren’t in working order, if my shaking buckling knees were anything to go by, so I just grabbed onto his shoulders and hoped he wouldn’t let me fall.

He didn’t. Another nicely warm towel was now wiping my butt of anything I had been sitting in, his hand gently patting it before putting me back onto the couch in the area that was dry.

I wanted to sleep, but I was too amused by the picture of Wooyoung standing in front of the huge wet stain with a deep thinking expression on his face, wracking his brain for anything to do about it. When a giggle escaped me, suddenly his eyes were on me with a mischievous glint.

“You made the mess and now you laugh at me when I’m trying to save our lives?” he asked jokingly, amusement lacing his tone. I giggled again and curled around one of the pillows, fully committed to watching the comedy unfold. Wooyoung just sighed and looked at the couch as if it murdered his first-born.

“I gotta come up with something before-“ his voice was cut off by the door suddenly opening and a commotion coming in. There were three voices happily chattering something and I could recognise the guys from that. With terror I met Wooyoung’s eyes the moment we registered Seonghwa as one of the voices. Before any of us could even move a muscle, the three men walked into the room and promptly froze in their tracks.

“Holy shit!” It was San who shouted that, but we were focused on the cacophony of emotion going through Seonghwa’s face seconds before he cried out “MY COUCH!!” on the top of his lungs. There was genuine anguish and betrayal in his voice before his eyes redirected from the stain to us with pure fury.

“Okay! Time to take a shower!” Wooyoung shouted and pulled me up, but ended up supporting my entire body when my knees buckled and I was balancing on shaking legs like a new-born fawn. From this angle I could see the pure amusement and approval on San’s face right next to the disgusted traumatised Yeosang. I blushed furiously and let Wooyoung drag me off to a bathroom, where he sat me gently on the toilet.

“I’m going back out,” he whispered with determination as if he was about to walk into a battlefield, leaving his wounded comrade in the safety, knowing there was only death outside. I snickered at him and he theatrically waved at me from the door, before walking out and shutting it behind him.

I could still fairly clearly hear everything go down though, especially when only moments later Yeosang popped in to give me my clothes and stuff I left on the table and didn’t close the door fully after him. My phone was vibrating like crazy, which could only mean San was already blessing the group chat with all the piping hot tea. I unlocked it and clicked on the notifs.

Mountain man: lolol woo and y/n fucked on the couch and completely ruined it

Princess: ew fuck you wooyoung

Muscle baby: i’ll never fucking use the living room again

Brat: 🤷‍♂️🤷‍♂️

The situation unfolding in chat was interrupted by the scene that was going on in the living room in the real time.

“Calm down, I’ll think of something,” Wooyoung’s voice carried through, trying to console Hwa only to be followed by another shriek of “BUT MY COUCH!!”.

“Wow Wooyoung, I really thought better of you,” Sannie teased, adding oil to fire and I could clearly hear his laughs. No signs of Yeosang, but he was probably just standing there watching it all go down.

“I spent months picking it out!” the level of hysteria was steadily rising in Hwa’s voice and I really slowly started fearing for Woo’s life. “I’m gonna have it dry cleaned or something,” the said man offered only to be met with more shrieking.

“You better fucking throw that thing out, there’s no way I’m sitting on it after this,” San added very unhelpfully to the conversation, “especially since I saw the state of it.” There was a beat of silence during which I imagined Wooyoung was throwing daggers at San with his gaze for stirring more shit into it.

“I’ll buy a new one,” was his final plea and while it was met with some more grumbling and fake-crying, I could hear the situation calming down.

Captain: what the fuck is happening there when i’m not home

Mountain man: fornication

Demon angel: disgusting

M o t h e r: MY COUCH

M o t h e r: my amazing couch in the perfect shade of blue that i was looking for

M o t h e r: DEAD AND DEFILED

Puppy: i’ll help you look for a new one, hyung

Mountain man: wooyoung already agreed to buy a new one since he was the cause of the *suspiciously* large stain

Captain: no details

Captain: never any details

Captain: first rule of fight club

xoxo from hell: 🤔🤔

xoxo from hell: i think

Princess: oooh she breaks her silence

xoxo from hell: that a certain man here in this chat should rather shut up considering last week i walked in on him fucking a girl on the kitchen table

Brat: oop-

Mountain man: Y/N

Mountain man: NO

Demon angel: 🤮

Muscle baby: RIGHT WHERE WE EAT???!!!

Puppy: eat pussy apparently

Princess: nice

Captain: don’t encourage him

“MY KITCHEN TABLE?!” Seonghwa’s scream sounded through the flat just as Wooyoung slipped into the bathroom and closed the door behind him with a wide grin. Distantly I could hear San’s pleading and general chaos as Hwa no doubt started raining fury upon him.

“Nice save,” Wooyoung smirked at me and started ridding us of clothes so we could finally take the shower we both desperately needed. The feeling of the hot water hitting my spent and pleasantly aching body relaxed me and I sighed with content. I was basically ready to melt into a puddle right there, sleep slowly rearing its head back up, so I just went with the motion and let Woo soap us both up and rinse us, I let him dry me and put a fresh tee on me that I didn’t even notice he brought with him. I was just watching him with eyes half closed and a doped out smile on my face.

“You’re so cute like this,” Woo muttered as he led me through the hall to his room, amusement and fondness filling his voice with uncharacteristic gentle sweetness. Upon entering his room I immediately beelined for the bed and burrowed myself between the blankets and pillows. Woo rummaged around in his closet for a moment, but it was the only sound I could hear as the apartment suddenly fell almost eerily quiet.

“If I’m so cute now,” I finally mumbled out from underneath the cozy pile, “maybe you should fuck me more often then.” That had Wooyoung turning around to face me with a mischievous grin. “I fully intend to do that,” he said devilishly and jumped in with me. It took a bit of shuffling to get into a comfortable spooning position, but we were no strangers to cuddling each other, so it went rather smoothly.

Just as the sleep was claiming me and I felt myself getting pulled under, Woo suddenly perked up and said: “You don’t think the silence means hyung murdered San and now Yeosang’s helping him get rid of the body, right?” I snickered gently, but just swatted at him to lay back down.

“Well, he probably deserved it,” Woo muttered and snuggled in closer to me, letting the exhaustion finally lull us to sleep. And it was the most comfortable sleep I’ve had in a while, even if San potentially paid for it with his life.

Divider from the amazing @saradika-graphics 💜

A/N: hope you enjoyed yourself, don't be shy I'm always open to comments and asks!!

[pinkishplush]

Sweetest Revenge

"I can't believe this, shit!" I thought to myself as I watched Janis put Lard into some empty face cream container. They planned for Cady to give the false face cream to Regina. It was all a part of their master plan ever since Cady saw Aaron and Regina kiss.

Now don't get me wrong I also despise Regina in the slightest bit because I had the same interaction that Janis did with her but with me it was different. We were actually dating in secret for a little while before we settled on just being friends.

But one day I met someone new and we started dating. Regina publicly humiliated me and her, forcing her to move states after a few weeks of long distance dating she finally cut ties with me all because of my crazy ex.

Of course I didn't tell Janis and Damian about this. But after finding out about Janis situation I guess we just clicked. So yeah, I hated Regina but what they were doing was just wrong and I know exactly how Regina will take this and kindly isn't an option.

"Guys don't you think this is a little extreme. I mean come on Aaron is her ex so what if she still likes him?" I tried to reason as Janis continued filling the container. "Are you crazy, y/n? We all know Regina only kissed Aaron because she's spiteful and bitchy like that. She's knit picking at Cady." Janis said with a scoff.

I sighed softly "Ok, I get it we hate Regina but why ruin her high school life like this?" I asked for an exact reason, trying to shut down their plans knowing it would only back fire. "Like she ruined middle school for me and currently is ruining high school for us?!" Janis said as she put the lid on the container and handed it to Cady.

I looked at Damian for help but all he did was slide the glasses into his eyes. I rolled my eyes and slouched in my seat "You haven't been tortured by her like I have y/n. It's finally time for me to get back. So it's either you're in or out with the plan." Janis shrugged carelessly.

"And if I'm not in?" I asked "Then you can leave." Janis stated. I looked at her bewildered and scoffed at how careless she was to toss me to the side just so she could get back at Regina.

I stood up from the sofa and stormed out. I wasn't gonna just allow them to do this. I couldn't. Especially knowing that it could all backfire. Sure, Regina's spiteful and bitchy, but she always uses that to her advantage.

And they don't know just how those two words work in cahoots with each other. It makes her vengeful and when she's vengeful she does the unthinkable.

I stood at my locker watching as Cady took out a Kalteen bar from her locker. "Is she seriously planning on giving one to Regina?!" I frowned as I recalled the moment when she told us that they were used for gaining weight.

I have two options right now. I could either warn Regina that Cady was not the innocent new foreign kid that she thought she could embarrass easily or I could do this by myself on my own timing.

Since I cut off all conversation when Regina tried talking to me after my breakup other then our usual butchy remarks toward eachother. It would be weird to suddenly be friendly and just warn her. She would obviously think I'm lying so I decided to just do it undercover.

I watched as Cady closed her locker but then re-opened it, obviously forgetting something. I watched her put in the code to her locker intently. '6-3-5-3'. I watched as she slid the facial cream container out of her jacket and into the locker.

I continued to watch as she walked away with a smile on her face. When she was out of the clear I walked over to her locker and put in the code. I swapped out the facial cream with the same brand container but it contained the actual included contents.

I closed the locker and walked away like nothing happened. I walked down the hall and noticed Cady at the candy gram set up. After she left I made my way towards the girl sitting at the gram setup "Can I see that candy cane?" I asked.

The girl shrugged and handed me the candy cane. I read the paper and it was just as I suspected. Cady was faking as if she was given a gram by Regina. "One candy gram please." I asked as I handed the girl the gram back.

I didn't know who she was planning to tick off with the gram but I'm taking a wild guess and saying Gretchen she's the only one that could possibly tick off. So I wrote a candy gram out Gretchen acting as if it was from Regina 'To Gretchen the truest of true friends, XoXo bestie.' I wrote on the paper.

I handed it to the girl and walked off. Jesus this might be a lot harder than I thought it would be.

I walked into the cafeteria and noticed Regina snatching a Kalteen bar from Cady's hand, looking at it in amazement. Cady must've told her it's for weight loss. I couldn't do anything about it because Cady was right there so I just sat down at my usual table.

After finishing my lunch. I continued on my merry way and walked past Janis and Damian who glared at me. It was obvious they knew what I was up to but it was all a part of the plan. My plan.

Fuck, everything was going so wrong. Regina just busted her ass on stage because of the weight she's been gaining from the Kalteen bars. A lot of people had their phones out and were recording.

I got up for my seat and ran to close the curtains. I knew it was probably too late as I listened to all the laughs from down below and watched all the flashing lights go off.

I sighed before heading to leave the auditorium. Maybe everything will be fine tomorrow....

[sourcherryandsprinkles]

Hi can I request Tara Carpenter x fem reader smut where Sam catches them in the act.

Warnings: smut, fingering, getting caught

my taglists are here (I added one for SCREAM) + you can requests here at any time

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Sam was out at an appointment with her therapist and Quinn was on a tinder date — well, a sex date.

After the latter left, Tara wasted no time turning off her laptop, see you later Babadook, and smashing her mouth to yours. The kiss knocked the wind out of you and you fell back against her pillows, causing the two of you to laugh.

Since the events of Woodsborro, Sam had become very protective of her sister. She had difficulty trusting new people and allowing anyone close to her sister, which annoyed the hell out of Tara. She was nineteen, she didn’t need a person breathing down her neck.

Sam knew you and Tara were friends, but she didn’t know you were girlfriends. Tara wanted to keep the girl part of girlfriends a secret from her sister, knowing she would flip if she knew. Just because her last boyfriend was a psychopath murderer didn’t mean Tara had the same luck.

‘’Did you bring it?’’ Tara whispered, breaking the kiss but keeping her forehead flushed against yours, her breath hot against your lips.

You hummed. ‘’In my bag.’’

An excited grin spread on her lips and she kissed you again.

She was talking about the purple bullet vibrator she saw in your dorm a few days ago. You had forgotten to put it away in the drawer after using it, and Tara’s eyes fell on it with interest and curiosity. She picked it up and looked at you with a shy smile.‘’Can you use it on me?’’

The sexual side of Tara's life was fairly new to her, but she was very interested in learning, whether it was about herself and what she liked and didn’t like, or how to please her partner. Fortunately for her, you were more experienced and happy to teach and guide her.

You slipped from under Tara and fetched your bag to get the small object that would soon have her whimpering on her bed and begging you to let her cum.

When you returned to the bed, Tara tried to snatch it from you, but you slipped it in your pocket and shook your head at her. ‘’Not yet.’’

She let out a whine of protest. ‘’But I’m so horny, please.’’ Her lips pursed into a pout, but you didn't give in. A sigh left her lips, annoyed. ‘’Fine. If…if you don’t want to play, I’ll play with myself. I don’t need your help.’’ Tara peeled off her blue shirt, tossing it at you to emphasize her frustrations, and moved to her jeans.

She was wearing a matching bra and panties, the light pink color looking pretty on her. Fuck. Your plan was starting to backfire.

Before Tara could get her hand beneath her panties and touch herself, you pinned her hand down, changing your mind. She looked up at you, her dark brown irises filled with desire as they found yours. Without breaking eye contact, you pressed a kiss to her bare knee, then slowly pried her legs open and spread her open for you. She hummed in approval, your thumb pressing against her clothed clit, causing a gasp to leave her lips.

‘’Hmm, baby, you're so wet for me,’’ you pointed out, feeling her arousal seeping through the delicate fabric.

‘’I’m always this wet for you,’’ she replied with a glint in her eyes. Tara pushed herself against your hand, eager for you to do something. ‘’Please touch me.’’

She was so pretty when she begged.

You ran a finger up her thigh, and to her covered slit. Tara’s hips automatically bucked up when your finger grazed against her clit, an embarrassingly needy whimper leaving her mouth.

When you first started getting sexually involved with Tara, you didn’t think she would love it that much. It was so cute how horny she was all the time, always trying to get her hands on you and vice versa.

Although she wasn't shy to ask for sex, she was still shy — and insecure — about some things. Like the scars on her body, forever reminders of the night her life turned into a nightmare, or how small she was.

Reaching in your back pocket, you retrieved the vibrator and turned it on. The buzzing sound filled the room and Tara almost jumped in excitement, her legs having minds of their own and spreading wider. You got your hand between her legs, pressing the vibrator right against her clit for the first time, eliciting a mix between a cry and a moan.

You drew the vibrator back for a few seconds, then pressed it against her clit again, this time longer.

Tara's head fell back to the pillow, a loud gasp left her lips at the feeling, her hips bucking up into your hand. ‘’Fuck, this feels so good.’’

Her teeth pulled at her bottom lip as one hand reached her covered breasts and freed one breast from its cup so she could play and pinch her nipple.

‘’You look so fucking beautiful like that,’’ you praised, starting to feel a throbbing between your legs.

You upped the setting a notch, sending Tara into a complete frenzy. She was a mess, mewling and whimpering beneath you, and you hadn’t even taken off her panties yet. You pulled the fabric to the side, exposing her already wet pussy and you almost moaned at the sight.

You slipped a finger between her folds. It was easily sliding in and out, coated with Tara's slick. She was so wet that you added a second finger, making the familiar coil in Tara’s stomach become tighter and tighter.

‘’Oh my god— Yes!’’ she cried, tears forming in the corner of her eyes. She grinded against the vibrator, whining as she gripped the sheets beneath her finger tips. ‘’I think I’m gonna cum. I think— Ah! I’m gonna—’’

Caught up in the moment, neither of you heard the appartement door opening or the hallway floorboards creak under Sam’s boots or the short knock on Tara’s bedroom door before it opened and Sam walked in as if it was her own. Usually, when people knock they wait for an answer before entering, but she didn’t care about that policy.

‘’Hey Tara, have you seen my— Oh my god.’’

Sam’s voice broke the moment and both of your heads snapped toward the door.

Mortified, Tara’s very exposed and vulnerable body froze, her close orgasm forgotten, her eyes growing so wide you thought they were gonna jump out. ‘’Sam!’’ she sputtered out at her sister at the same time Sam turned around and walked out, repeating ‘I didn’t see anything’ over and over.

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[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for not telling my partners I'm a system?

💚🐻

To preface this, I don't use Tumblr and I'm using my partner's account, so I would rather ask this anonymously. Forgive any non-tumblr-isms 😅.

This happened a while ago, but to be honest I can't let this go. I feel so horrible about it despite being reassured and I figured Tumblr, who has a lot of systems/people with DID/OSDD, would be able to give me an unbiased (as much as I can give an unbiased account, anyway) answer.

I, (24M), am a system with one headmate, P, (??). (Neither of us are sure how old he is, since it seems to change on the day). I don't want to get into exactly how I got him, but I believe the term for what we are is "traumagenic"? Sorry, again, I'm not really familiar with everything.

Anyway, I've had him since I was 8, and he's been... well, a real pain in the ass, to be frank. I understand now that he's a defender by nature and was trying to protect us, but when you get expelled from middle school for several physical attacks and almost get sent to juvie you start to resent the guy a bit. He's a bit like a sleeping bear, except if the sleeping bear had one eye open and killed you before you could hurt him.

Back when I got out of my abuser's house and went no contact at age 20, I moved in with my current partners, Bonfire (24M) and Greenhouse (25NB) (names changed for privacy, obviously.) At the time I didn't know them, but they were looking for another roommate and I desperately needed somewhere to live.

So I moved in with just the clothes on my back and my wallet (bad move, I know, but I didn't have anything anyway). I didn't care to interact with them all that much, not wanting P to get defensive and attack them for no reason, but they just kept pushing and eventually I relented and hung out with them some.

"Some" turned to "often," and then "often" turned into "sleeping-in-their-bed-and-sharing-our-clothes." At that point I was too far into it and embarrassed to admit I'd been hiding a whole other person from them in my mind. I wasn't sure if they'd even like me after, what with P's history of violence.

...so I never told them. I did my best to forget about anything that ever happened and tried to just enjoy the future I'd always wanted for myself. Bonfire and Greenhouse are lovely people and I was finally, maybe just a little happy. I'd never been a happy person and I was content to bask in it for as long as I was able.

This, of course, backfired immensely. P and I didn't have the best relationship at the time, with both of us wanting to do very extreme things to get away from the other. He wanted to kick me out and be by himself in my body, and I wanted to kill myself to be rid of him. We've since reconciled and made strides in accepting ourself for who we are- it hasn't been easy by any means, but that isn't the point.

I recognize now that he was afraid of being hurt again, not wanting to get out of that survival mindset in case Greenhouse and Bonfire turned out to be super-secret mega abusers taking advantage of our trust, but I also know what he did after was wrong.

He got physical with Bonfire, screaming at him and threatening to kill him if he got any closer. I don't have any memory of this happening, so some details may be incorrect, and I apologize for that. Bonfire, not knowing that P was not, in fact, me, (coupled with the fact that he's a fucking idiot (meant with affection)), he got closer and tried to talk me (him) down. P punched him in the face and broke his nose, after which he ran out of the house and left me to "wake up" a few miles away curled up under a tree.

P left me a note a few days later that said he didn't mean to break his (Bonfire's) nose, but that he was lucky he hadn't done worse. This, in P speak, is probably the most sincere apology I could get at the time.

To try and keep this as short as possible, I'll summarize what happened next. I told Bonfire and Greenhouse about P because at that point the cat was basically out of the bag. They said they'd wished I'd told them sooner, and that they were a little uncomfortable being in the same house as "the lean, mean, stabbing machine" (- Bonfire) but that they were willing to help me manage him if I promised to tell them everything I knew about how he worked.

I did, and it's been years since then, and now P and I are, as stated before, closer than ever. I recently asked my partners whether or not they were still upset with me for not telling them, and they just said that they weren't entitled to my medical history and trauma (which, yeah, but he did break Bonfire's nose) and that they didn't care because, "hey, we basically got a free dog out of it" (- Bonfire), and "we made a promise to love you, including all the less-than-savory parts." (- Greenhouse).

Sweet, yes, but I think I might be TA because, um, P LITERALLY BROKE BONFIRE'S NOSE AND THREATENED TO KILL HIM? AND IT MIGHT HAVE BEEN PREVENTED IF I HAD TOLD THEM?

TL;DR: I didn't tell my partners about my headmate that's prone to violence and he did violence on them and I feel bad.

AITA?

(P says hi, by the way, and he also wants me to tell you that he isn't like this anymore and much prefers soft blankets and eating fruit to breaking his family's noses.)

What are these acronyms?

[doyouknowbtsswag]

Hiii, hruuuu i loved your chishiya fic and wanted to request a chishiya imagine/oneshot where he tries to fluster YOU but it backfires and he gets flustered and embarrased and shy (unnecessary detail but the reader is also rlly quiet and is good at manipulating and stuff like that)

Also, no rush, hope ur gonna write this and hope your doing well, eating,drinking and sleeping well, love youuu byeee<33

Playboy |Chishiya|

I am so sorry it’s been so long since this was requested hopefully you like it😭

The sound of loud party music and people messing around could be heard miles away. The people around me to hyper for their own good and the alcohol they were drinking wasn't helping. I awkwardly sat on one of the sun chairs annoyed at the current outfit I was wearing if it counts as one. The stupid bikini I had to wear that showed off almost everything on my body. I saw a guy coming over near the group of people in front of me ready to attack them with water. I quickly got up from the chair and wandered around to find somewhere water-free which was inside. I cringed walking past the bar filled with people drunk out of their minds and doing the most vulgar things that belonged in private. I walked faster through the halls not wanting to take the risk of bumping into Niragi. I internally gagged at the thought of him in general. I stayed by myself the whole time I've been in borderland not wanting to cling to someone and then lose them. I opted on going up to the roof knowing no one would party up there. The breeze countered the stuffy feeling downstairs. The smell of alcohol and smoke leaving my nose and having a fresh smell. I leaned against the railing looking out to the sea. I smiled thinking about what my life will be like after Borderland and I don't intend on dying anytime soon.

I play the game as if it was Chess. I collect my allies as if they're my pawns once I don't need them I knock them off the board. The day I ended up here was bittersweet. I need a reliable pawn so I can make my way up to one day get rid of the people in my way to beat the game and one of the people who are in my way so far is that bastard Niragi and the militants who are nothing but assholes. Once that happens I'll get them in my clutch and knock them off my board and make sure they shatter. I groaned in annoyance hearing the door open thinking two people were up here to hook up.

"I didn't see you come up here," a girl said as I glanced over my shoulder.

"I've been up here" I shrugged in an unbothered tone. "It's a nice spot" I turned around to see who it was.

"I can't blame you," the familiar face said. I've seen her multiple times and played a game or two with her.

Perfect pawn

"What's your name again? We've played quite a few games together It's funny we've never exchanged names" I gave a fake smile.

"Kuina"

"Oh, I've never seen him before," I said casually nodding to the mysterious guy.

"Chishiya," He said giving an unbothered grin.

Another pawn

"Nice to meet you," I said a little pissed at his perfect grin that matched his face perfectly.

I walked a bit closer so I wasn't so far from the pair but I stood at a comfortable distance from them. However, the blonde seemed amused by the interaction.

"So what brings you up here?" I asked watching and listening to them carefully.

"Why should we tell you?" Chishiya said with his hands in his pockets.

He's confident

"Just wondering since I'm planning on staying up here" I crossed my arms.

"You will eventually so don't worry about it"

Stop with the smug smile

"Maybe I will or maybe I won't" I shrugged.

"So Y/n how've you been?" Kuina asked derailing the topic.

"I've been fine just hanging around" I shrugged. "Not much to do"

"Your right about that"

"Not much of a party girl huh?" The blonde piped in as if he wanted to piss me off.

"Not really I'm not interested in getting wasted when I have to play games to survive wouldn't be smart would it?"

"Your right about that" He moved his head to the side chuckling. "You just look like a party girl"

"Oh really?" I uncrossed my arms. "How so?"

"Your swimsuit and the way you have your hair"

Is he trying to flirt with me or catch me off guard?

"So we're going by looks"

"Maybe," He said confidently.

I walked closer to him till we were shoulder to shoulder.

"Then I guess you look like a playboy" I whispered in his ear. "Thanks for the compliment earlier by the way”

I didn't have to look at his face to see his cheeks tinted red. The way his body tensed up told me I won the silent confidence battle.

"I'll leave you two to talk about whatever you need to talk about" I walked to the roof door to get back down. I waved goodbye seeing Kuina's confused look and Chishiya's mouth wide open. "Oh and don't die" I winked and grinned walking downstairs.

[kirikiss]

Midoriya's Miscalculated Misfortune

🝮 In an attempt to connect with his class, Mr. Midoriya participates in a class training! Will he be able to handle it? 🝮 no warnings. continue reading under the cut. not proofread... I don't even know what this is.

As the class filed into the room, a palpable sense of anticipation filled the air. Izuku stood at the front, eager to share the news. “As some of you may know, today marks your first official training session! You will be paired into groups of three, based on the compatibility of your quirks. Each group will face off against a teacher in a simulated battle scenario. The objective is simple: each of you must secure one flag from your opponent within a ten-minute time limit,” he explained, his tone brimming with enthusiasm.

The room buzzed with murmurs of excitement, the students clearly thrilled at the prospect of training with pro heroes. One student raised her hand, her curiosity piqued. “Which teachers will we be up against?”

“Excellent question,” Izuku replied, smiling. “We have five teachers participating. To ensure fairness, the students who scored the highest on the entrance exam will go first, ensuring the teachers are at their peak performance when sparring with them. This allows everyone to get a fair shot. The teachers you'll be facing are Present Mic, Ectoplasm, Eraserhead, Cementoss, and finally, myself!”

A heavy silence fell over the room, replacing the earlier excitement. Izuku noticed the shift, his brow furrowing slightly in confusion. ‘Strange, I thought they’d be more excited…’

“Mr. Midoriya, are you sure this is the best idea? Ever since… you know,” a student asked hesitantly, concern lacing their voice.

“Yeah, it's like kicking a dog while it's down, isn’t it?” another added, their tone uncertain.

“Should we start drafting apology letters now or wait until after your lesson backfires?” someone muttered under their breath, eliciting a few nervous chuckles.

Izuku, however, remained unfazed. His smile widened as he addressed the class. “Even though I lost my quirk, I’ve never stopped training as if I still had it. I’ll give it my all! I’m ready for whatever challenges you bring!” he declared in his signature happy-go-lucky tone. Maybe his all wasn't enough.

The students made their way to the training grounds, eager to prove themselves to these heroes. First up were three students against Present Mic. Izuku stood in the corner, taking notes on each student's abilities and areas for improvement.

“WOAH HO HO, ARE YOU STUDENTS READY TO ROCK?” Present Mic's voice boomed across the arena. His signature blonde hair spiked as if he'd just held up an umbrella to lightning. He wore a confident grin, his hands on his hips as he surveyed the three students who would be his challengers.

“WoAh ho hO,” one student mocked. “Did Mr. Midoriya put us up against Santa?” another added to the banter. Present Mic saw through their game. “Psyching me out, huh? That’s not gonna work, little ones!”

The three students stood in a loose formation, trying to draw up a plan. One of them tried to offer encouragement. “Hey guys, we got this! Just… try not to let him yell too much.” Easier said than done.

As the battle reached its peak, the students were feeling pretty good about themselves. They had managed to snag two flags, and Present Mic was finally starting to look like he might be sweating—just a little. Sensing victory within reach, they regrouped for one last coordinated assault.

“Okay, this is it! We’re gonna take him down!” a student declared, a confident grin on his face.

Present Mic noticed their determined expressions and couldn’t help but chuckle. “YOU KIDS ARE GREAT, BUT LET’S TURN UP THE VOLUME A NOTCH!” The students braced themselves for another ear-shattering scream or some kind of pitch-based attack. What they did not expect was for him to spin around and amplify a colossal fart.

“WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?” one student screamed.

“IT SMELLS LIKE LITERAL SHIT! DID YOU POOP YOURSELF?” another shouted in horror.

“WHAT DID YOU EVEN EAT? OH MY GOSH!” a third gagged, clutching their nose.

As Present Mic walked away, he let out a celebratory toot, and the students couldn’t help but notice his pants sagging suspiciously in the back. “THAT’S THE SWEET STENCH OF DEFEAT, KIDS! SMELL YA LATER!” he declared with a grin.

Izuku, watching from the sidelines, was definitely not expecting that. Trying to recover, he addressed the class. “Well, everyone! In hero work, you’ve got to learn to expect the unexpected. Good effort, Group A! I hope this scrimmage helped you understand how to better use your quirks in combat,” he said, giving his evaluations as he prepped for his turn.

A few more groups went before his. Ectoplasm managed to win the scrimmage with no flags being captured. Eraserheads weapon was used against him, allowing the students to capture all his flags. Next in the lineup was Izuku. The three students he faced were pretty strong.

The first female student had the quirk Memory Imprint. She was able to gain knowledge of the item or person she touched, but it only lasted for five minutes. Her plan involved touching Mr. Midoriya. She didn’t have to go for the flag, just attempt to graze him. From then on, she could use her quirk to gain the knowledge Mr. Midoriya was thinking—strategies that were impossible to evade. Using one of his thought-out strategies, she captured a flag without a hitch.

“Good job! You two still have to capture a flag, so don’t hold back!” Izuku encouraged. ‘Easy A,’ the next student thought to himself. His quirk was strength-based. He had an immense amount of power in his punch, and when he wound his arms up, the power amplified. As the other students were busy fighting, he wound up his arm fifty times.

By this time, Izuku was feeling a bit cocky. He had managed to dodge a few hits from the third student, who hadn’t resorted to using her quirk yet. “What’s wrong, Group D? Are you going to let the teacher without a quirk bea—” he was abruptly cut off by an uppercut to the stomach. The hit was so hard that the vibrations made one of his front teeth fall out. He also coughed up a bit of blood.

Ectoplasm, who was still observing the fight, called out in concern, “Hey Midoriya, do you want to call it?”

The fool called back, “No! This is a learning experience. I want to see how strong each of my students are, so let’s continue!” He offered a toothy—or now toothless—grin. ‘A punch like that should've knocked him out. Hell, if that was me, I’d fake faint,’ Ectoplasm thought, replaying the punch in his head.

The student took this as a challenge and decided to up the ante. With a flick of her wrist, she summoned a bed of snow that spread rapidly across the arena. Before Izuku could react, she made it rain. Drenched and now standing on an icy patch, Izuku slipped immediately onto his back, knocking all the air out of him. To be honest, the students were enjoying this a bit more than they wanted to admit. The weathering student went to retrieve her flag. Izuku tried to get up, but his attempts only resulted in failure. The strength-based student wound up his arm ten times and punched the ground with tremendous force. Izuku, in mid-fall, extended his arms to cushion himself but instead ended up breaking them on the icy surface. Battered, bruised, and toothless, Izuku was a sorry sight. It reminded him exactly of middle school. Izuku started tearing up in pain, waiting for the last student to take his flag so it could be over. He oddly craved the feeling of Recovery Girl’s dry lips over his cuts, making them feel all better. This daydream led to him passing out.

“Oh my gosh, Mr. Midoriya, I am SO SORRY, are you okay?” His hearing was so muffled he could barely hear his student walk in. At that point, he had already woken up, but his eyes were so puffy and bruised it made him look like they were closed.

“Man, I guess I really did a number on him. He told us not to hold back, but I only used 5% of my power.” The other two students who had sparred with him joined in.

“Yeah, same here! I only used a harmless ice sheet, but it took him out too.”

Embarrassed, Izuku took advantage of his puffy eyes and pretended to remain unconscious. He made a mental note for next time: do NOT participate in class training.

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Eat The Acid II

Summary: It had been 14 months since the fight, the worst 14 months of her life and finally she thought now was the right time to share her side of the story but all she can think about is the return of CM Punk at survivor series not even 48 hrs ago. What happens when she reminds him of the fact he's going back to a promotion that fired him on their wedding day?

Word count: 2,538

Warnings include: Swearing, violence, toxic relationships, manipulation and those kinds of things 

Part 1 Part 3 Main Masterlist CM Punk Masterlist

Inspired by "Eat The Acid" by Kesha

Survivor series 

I knew I would keep quiet when all of the news of what happened at All Out went public. I knew I would say something stupid or let my emotions get the best of me. I can’t believe I stayed out of it for over a year, this was me breaking my silence. Phill and I had filed for divorce months ago, only now getting the paperwork started. I felt anxious as I sat in the chair, it reminded me of the one that got thrown during the fight. Renee Paquette invited me on her podcast to talk about my career and how things were going. She knew about the divorce before Phill got served so with my permission we would talk about the situation. Figuring it had been the right time to finally hear my side of the story. At this point everyone knew, in fact they couldn't stop talking about it. Dying to know my thoughts, feeling bad for me after what happened. We both knew what could happen, how this would backfire, but I told myself I would never speak bad about Phill, sure he was my ex-husband but I could never say the things he said about me, about him. 

“So Y/n, I know you have some things you would like to get off your chest” Renee said “The floor is yours” 

I felt my heart rate increase, I grew anxious. It wasn’t like this was a live recording, this was me and Renee in the comfort of her and Jon’s home. Sitting with two microphones, creating a recording we could do multiple takes of or even cut things out. I looked at Renee and she gave me a comforting smile, assuring me things would be ok. 

“So, I’m sure by now you must have heard that CM Punk and I are getting a divorce” I knew we were getting divorced, but every time I said it outloud my mind couldn't comprehend that it was real. “This was a really hard decision but I really didn’t know what else to do Renee. I tried, I tried so hard…I..I just can’t do it anymore. It’s unfortunate because I really loved Phill and a part of me will always still love him. The whole situation ruined my family, I can’t even look at him the same after what happened. I really didn’t want to get a divorce but it was the best option.” 

I looked to Renee who said nothing, offering a warm smile encouraging me to continue but I couldn't focus. All I could think about was the event that took place less than 48 hours ago.

I woke up feeling like I got hit by a bus then rolled over by a train. My body was sore, I wrestled Full Gear a few days prior and felt fine despite having one of the most grueling fights of my career. It wasn’t until I woke up Thursday morning after I wrestled on Dynamite the night before that I felt it. It was weird walking up in Chicago alone, I spent many years here with Phill, it just felt wrong without him. I knew survivor series would be happening in a few days, finding it funny how AEW and WWE were both in Chicago less than 3 days apart. I decided to stay the week in Chicago wanting to catch up with old friends I haven’t seen in years.

Half asleep and in pain I heard my phone ring. After struggling to find it, lost in the mess that was my hotel room I answered the call half asleep, not even bothering to see who it was before I picked it up. 

“Hello?” 

“Hi” the voice on the other line was soft, so quiet that I almost didn’t hear the response 

“Who is this?” I responded, climbing back into the warm sheets 

“It’s me” the voice said a bit louder this time 

“Oh hi, Phill. What’s up?” I asked him, oddly calm, almost like nothing happened between us

“I need to talk to you, It’s important” He said quietly 

I didn’t know what was going on but I knew it must have been important. “Is everything alright?” I asked 

“Can you stop by sometime today, this is an in person type of conversation” I agreed to his offer, deciding to go to our once shared Chicago home to figure out what was going on. 

***

I stood on the steps of our once shared home, debating whether or not to ring the doorbell. It felt weird, like this was a foreign space despite all of the memories I’ve had here. When I entered the home I noticed it looked the same as it did the last time I was here. The only thing different was my missing items. I sat down on the couch agreeing to a coffee as I watched a very anxious Phill Brooks make two coffees. “So, tell me what’s bothering you” I told him honestly as I grabbed the mug from his hands, placing it on a handmade coaster I made years ago. A smile on my face noticing he kept it. “I’m coming back” was all he said and I knew exactly what he meant.

I didn’t know what to say, my throat was dry, my brain unable to form a thought. “No one knows, only Hunter and I know. I thought you should know about it and in person” He said softly trying to read the non existing expression on my face. He didn’t say anything waiting for me to speak knowing how I can struggle with expressing my emotions. 

“I don’t know what to say. How is this even possible?” I asked unable to comprehend how after everything he would return to a promotion that made him want to kill himself. “I remember when they fired you on our wedding day. Do you remember that, how that made you feel? How you swore to never wrestle again, never mind return to the enemy? You shit on WWE for years, not even six months ago you were talking about how horrible that place is and now you're coming back?” 

“I can’t believe it either love, if Hunter and I can make up I have hope that we might be able to make things right. I promise I will explain everything but I don’t even know what’s going on.  I know you don’t love me and that’s fine but I just thought you should know about it”

I could feel the tears fall from my face, I didn’t know why I was crying but I was. I felt betrayed, I felt like this was personal even though I knew it wasn’t. I had been by his side for the past 10 years. I remember when he told me he was miserable at work, I remember when he called me in the middle of the night when I was in Japan to tell me about the pipe bomb he dropped. I remember how they fired him moments after we said I do, I remember being by his side when he told me he wanted to start UFC, I remember being so proud of him despite his loss, I remember the tears we shared as I mended his wounds. I remember when he told me he wanted to start wrestling again, I was by his side through his whole stint in AEW. So hearing he was going back to a company that almost killed him, killed me, feeling like I had been living a lie. 

All I wanted to do was cry, over what I’m not sure exactly. Maybe it was the return, maybe it was about the fight, maybe it was the fact that he didn’t fight for us. I felt like a small child, I just wanted to cry and have Phill hold me like how he used to but that was wrong. That was then and this is now, when I looked at the man who sat across from me I saw the old Phill. Something inside him had changed, his hair starting to grow out, the gray in his beard returning, the love in his eyes. This was the man I fell in love with. 

I could tell that he wanted to hug me, he still knew me and he knew what I needed, he always did. He didn’t know what to do so I did it for him. “Can I have a hug?” I asked him softly ashamed of how vulnerable I was. “Of course love”

We stayed like that for a while, holding each other in a loving embrace, in a comfortable silence, neither one of us wanting to let go but knowing it was wrong. There was something so comforting about it, being back in the place I called home, with the man I onced loved, lying on an old couch that was falling apart but neither of us wanted to replace. It was like old times, I felt at peace, I was scared, terrified but this told me that things would be okay. 

Phill was the first to break the silence “You have no idea how much I missed this” he said softly as he began to draw shapes on my back, something that never failed to calm me. If anything it made things worse, it was too much. Everything felt too normal. He must have noticed that I had gotten more upset as he let go. “I’m sorry, this is too much isn’t it?” he asked. I didn’t respond. 

“What’s wrong Y/n?” He knew I was thinking about something. “What if I made a mistake?” I told him truthfully. To be quite honest up until this very moment I was still mad at him. 

“This doesn’t feel real Phill. Up until half an hr ago I still hated you but us sitting here in a home we used to share, this old couch, fuck you even kept all of my artwork. This feels too normal. You know that things can never go back to the way they were, I’m sorry but I can’t forget that fight. Do you even realize the long lasting effects that has left on me and everyone involved. You know I don’t care about that Perry one, you know that I thought he deserved it but for god sakes Phillip I watched you beat the shit out of my own brothers. There is something about this that feels too good to be true. It feels wrong, I miss you, I miss you so much, but I also hate you so much that I fucken love you. You just had to fight The Elite, why not The Dark Order or JAS, why me? Why after 10 years of loving it is all being thrown away after a silly little fight you started?” 

With every word I said I could see the guilt in his eyes, it was almost like he wanted to cry but didn’t want to show the vulnerability. “My love, I have tried everything to make things right, I know neither of us truly want this divorce but like you said it’s what's best. I’m sorry I didn’t fight hard enough for us, I thought it would have made things worse but by me doing nothing created damage I can never repair. If it means anything I will personally apologize to both Matt, Nick and Kenny, fuck I’ll even apologize to your dad. I know he always hated me”

“What about Adam?” I cut him off “This whole thing started over your hatred for him. You never once apologized to him.  Did you see his match with Swerve? That’s what he has to do to get the fans back behind him after you destroyed that cowboys career for no reason” 

“Y/n?......Y/n?.... You alright?” Renee called out, breaking me from my trance 

“Oh yeah I’m fine. Just thinking” I responded 

“We can wait, we don’t have to do this now. I know there’s alot going on” She told me reassuringly 

“I’m just still trying to process everything that has happened Renee” I told her as I looked at the grandfather clock that sat across from me reading 7:40 pm. “Raw’s on soon, do you think I should watch it, see what he has to say?” I asked Renee as I began nervously twisting my hair. 

“It’s up to you. I don’t want to be rude when I say this or anything but we both know he will probably talk shit about everyone during whatever it is that he has to say” Renee was right, Punk had a thing for shitting on his former employers and friends, I know this time would be no different. Knowing that The CM Punk would be on Raw tonight just felt weird, it was almost 10 years since he was fired. Even though I knew about his return it was way different hearing him say it then seeing it with my own two eyes. 

Since I  knew about the return, why was I in such shock once I heard his theme play. It was indeed real, the fans going crazy as the impossible was made possible. Chicago's son was home, home in the WWE almost 10 years later. My emotions were all over the place, on one hand I was excited, so proud of him like I always would be. The other part was scared, scared of the impact this would have on AEW, sure ratings were down but how could you compete with the return of Randy Orton and CM Punk in the same night. Part of me felt betrayed, after everything I did for him for what All Elite Wrestling did just to get stabbed in the back and join the other place. Another  part of me wished I was there, hidden within the crowd, in some disguise being able to immerse myself within the crowd, getting to experience one of his returns in person once more. Looking into his eyes you could tell that this is what he needed, he was truly home. He was happy, still in shock himself that he was back in a company that not even six months ago still had him banned.

I thought about what Phill told me earlier, ‘If Hunter and I can make up I have hope that we might be able to make things right.’ After that talk I couldn't get him off my mind. I knew if  he wanted he could just use that Chick Magnet charm and I would come running back but I needed to remind myself of the pain he caused me. How the past 14 months of my life had been an absolute hell. Everyday I look in the mirror and am shocked that I made it out alive, how somehow I was strong enough to tell that little voice in my head to shut up. I knew that chasing the feelings that were coming back was a suicide mission. I knew I shouldn't watch Raw but here I am getting home just in time to find my ex lover on the screen. I mean how bad could it be? 

[idontplaytrack]

Backfired

Capri Donahue x fem!reader(college/living together AU)

Warnings: accidental consumption of prescribed medication, smut- kissing, fingering(both receiving), spanking(reader receiving), use of pet names(both receiving), a bit of degradation(reader receiving). Reader discretion is advised.

In which Capri’s prank on reader backfires when reader accidentally grabs the wrong water bottle on her way out one morning

Requested? Yes / No

Capri’s curiosity was piqued a couple weeks ago when she passed by a rowdy group of guys saying a whole bunch of shit about their friend who couldn’t get it up. And how that guy used Viagra. That guy, was in one of her classes. Before Capri knew it, she was looking up facts about said medication to see how it works, but more so how and if it would work on women. And if it could work on women. After a week of scouring the internet, Capri went up to the guy to ask to buy one off him. Capri thought the money would keep him from saying anything- it did. Besides, it’s not like anyone knew Capri was dating someone.

While you were still sound asleep, Capri woke up early to work out- but also to put her plan into action. The guy told her this was a sublingual type, which she could dissolve in water. Though it wasn’t a sure-thing that it’d even work, Capri still decided to go for it, she drops half a pill into her water bottle after flavouring her water to help with the supposed bitterness. She screwed the bottle shut and gave it a bit of a shake, then Capri drank some of it before putting the bottle down. Awhile later, you were up to get ready for class. And before she knew it, you were ready to go. “Babe, I can’t find my bottle. Can I just take yours?”

She heard while she was on the toilet. Her eyes widened in shock as she scrambled outside to stop you but it was too late. You’d already drank the water. Typically of course, she wouldn’t mind if you used her water bottle. And you wouldn’t mind of she’d used use yours. But of course right now, it may pose you a bit of a problem if it worked on you. “Sure.” She tries to answer as calmly as possible. “Hey, how long’s your class again?”

“Three hours but we usually get to go early. I just have the one class today.” You told her.

“Okay.” Capri nodded, “I don’t have class today so I’ll be home catching up on some sleep.”

“Good for you.” You giggled, “See you in a few hours, babe.” Capri smiles, pressing a kiss to your cheek before you left.

Capri could only hope that you could get through your class, feeling the way she does right now, she felt bad she subjected you to the effects of the medication when she was the one supposed to be getting all of it, so that it would come in handy for after you got back from class. She didn’t hear anything from you for the full three hours so she assumed it went by alright. Until you came home and she saw you. “What the hell do you have in your water, Capri?”

Uh oh.

“I was supposed to be at the library for at least two hours after class to study. I couldn’t because I’m feeling like horny fucking bastard.”

“I didn’t expect you to already take a sip out of my bottle. I was supposed to be the one drinking all of that to prank you by hopefully being clingy.” She explained, “I’m sorry. You have every right to be mad at me. That was too much.”

“Actually, it’s about time I let myself relax.” You shushed her.

She arched a brow, squinting at you, “Are you saying-”

“Aren’t you?” You looked at her the same way.

“Alright, baby.” She motions for you to sit on her lap, and you complied. “Do you think I can make you come just with my hands, y/n?”

“I dunno, let’s try.” You shrug while cupping her face and kissing her softly. Capri practically attacks you with a rough kiss and invaded your mouth with her tongue. The intensity of it makes you moan already, since you have been feeling the effects of the water all morning. It wasn’t hard for you to make you feel like you needed a lot more, a lot faster. In fact, her kisses alone had you grinding on nothing as your ass sat on her lap.

Capri laughs, shifting you onto the couch as she instantly sat in a butterfly stretch pose. Holy fuck does she know how to make you feel like a touched-starve little slut. You saw the look in her eyes as she reached down the front of your shorts and started to stimulate your clit. She was very gentle, so as much as it felt good, it wasn’t nearly enough stimulation to make you get closer to your high. However, she was now having her legs wide open to give her own clit some attention while you watched. Seeing Capri biting her lip drove you nuts and you soon found yourself doing the same to take a bit of the edge off. “No, no, no.” She smacked your hand and you whined, “I’ll do that for you. So why don’t you do that for me instead?”

You nodded desperately, giving her a quick ‘okay’ while you reached for her. Her simple gesture had you whining unendingly as your body reacted to let you know you needed more than that. “My god, y/n. You’re so needy, you know that?” She laughs lowly, her hand smacks your cunt causing a yelp to erupt. Which…quickly turned into a cry. The ache you felt while your arousal skyrocketed was terrible- you needed Capri to stop it. To give you the relief your body has been begging for since early this morning. Your actions on her, matched hers for you. But seems to be more in control of herself than you were due to the amount of that specific water that she’d consumed.

“Hear that, love?” She grins, “You’re so wet, aren’t you? Take a look at yourself.” And so your eyes looked down at yourself, feeling more slick forming in that forsaken area. “Don’t stop, baby.” She looked at your fingers that were rubbing her clit as it swelled. You intentionally went harder for a second or two, drawing out a gasp from her mouth. Which sounded like she was teasing you to make her be more noisy, but either way, you picked up your pace and she begins to match up your speed. “Fuck, yeah. That feels so fucking good.” You pursed your lips together. Capri stops suddenly, and you smacked her cunt, displeased. An absolutely obscene moan flew out from her lips, making you smirk. “Who said you could stop.” You locked eyes with her, your actions slowing down. “Do you want me to stop too, Capri? Because…I sure can. And then I can make you watch me fuck myself while you can’t touch anywhere, at all.”

Capri bit onto her lower lit to stop herself from moaning, to not show you that she needed your touch as much as you needed hers. But, she kept teasing your folds, which allowed you find her answer to your demand. “Good girl.” You flashed a smug smile, bucking against her hand. That movement of yours made her moan, like actually- she’d nodded in approval asking you to keep doing that. Well, you did. Anything to get the two of you over the edge at this point. By basically riding her hand, her fingers were pushed way deeper into you and you were having a fucking good time hearing her whining and also the stimulation you were getting. Shockingly, right as you pulled your finger out of her, Capri unravels. She unravels first, whining your name repeatedly. You kept pushing your finger in and pulling it out though, to see just how much she could take before becoming an overstimulated, squirming mess right in front your eyes. When it became harder and harder for her to keep her fingers on your cunt, you take it as your cue to stop while she continues to bring you closer to the edge. Your clit was throbbing, and you beg her for more. “Capri, oh fuck, oh my God- please I-”

“Please, what, honey?” She licked her lips, looking at you up and down, “Use your words.”

“Please…” Tears brim at yours eyes, feeling yourself growing wetter and wetter. “Please, Capri I need your fingers inside me. Please…?”

“That’s my girl.” She got up, kneeling now so she could kiss you while her busy hand stayed working. She dips a finger into you and you gasped, “Fuck. Oh, God. That feels so good, Capri.”

“Does it, baby? That feels good?” She practically spoke into the never ending kiss, as her action became rougher and every time her finger poked your g-spot, a whine would fall from your lips without fail. “You close, princess?” She asks as you feel her finger retreating. You nodded eagerly, bucking your hips so her finger would return to its spot. “Woah, you’re feeling a little bit too eager today, aren’t you?” She teases, biting onto her lower lip yet again.

“All thanks to you.” You rolled your eyes.

“Fine, fuck yourself with my hand then.” She arched a brow, her eyes darkened along with her attitude.

“Fuck. That’s not what I-”

“Say that again?” She held onto your face by the chin, “What’d you mean then? Tell me, or are you just gonna be a needy, angry little slut?”

You shook your head at her last few words, “I already had a fucking bad day, Capri. Please, please- make me come. I need it.”

Giving you a little shrug, her fingers enter you in a pair. “You should’ve just told me that, sweet girl. Now I’ve made you sad.” Capri kisses the crook of your neck, then biting and sucking to leave some marks which drew blood. You seethed, she soothed the areas with her tongue. Then, she trails back down to lap at your cunt, to make you come. She’s decided to give you a little treat after only making use of her hands. With your head thrown back, you felt your climax approach at a steady pace. “Why are you-?” You panted.

“Shh.” She shushed you, “Just let go, babe. It’s okay, I know what I said, but I just wanted to do a little something to make it up to you.” She vigorously rubbed your clit, causing to nearly scream as you reached your peak. You nearly fell onto your back but she caught you. “Shit, shit, shit.” You cursed, “We did not lay a towel-” She didn’t care, simply attacking your lips once again, wanting to hear you cry for her as you continued to ride out your orgasm.

“Oh, that’s so hot, baby.”

“I- oh, god. Okay, okay. That’s enough for today, yeah.” You managed to say, laying down completely now.

“Okay.” Capri presses a kiss to your cheek, “Okay, honey. You’re alright, you’re alright.”

[mylifeinchastityandflr-blog]

Chastity and orgasm denyle

So this is something that will be different from everybody. And I don't say that ours is the right way, but we've tried almost every other option from about every post over the last 5 years. And what I do now is what works best for us at the moment.

Don't believe everything you read on the net. You need to let your man come every now and then. If there is nothing to look forward to, he will slowly but surely lose interest. Believe me, it happened to me a few years ago. I tried to deny him for months at a time because when he orgasmed he would turn into the most irritable and selfish man I know. So I thought that if I kept denying him that I could prevent him from falling into that rut. But that backfired on me big time. So it took months to work out a plan and schedule for him to have an orgasm and snap him back in line. It took a lot of trial and error to find something that works for us.

The hardest part is to get him back into his cage after an orgasm. When he came, I could threaten him with anything under the sun, but he refused to put back his cage. It took about a week or two to get him back in and then another two weeks for him to settle in and comply again. So whatever you do, don't let him orgasm if you don't have a full proof plan to get him back in his cage. And I don't mean threatening him. I mean tying him down in heavy restraints so that you can put his cock back in his cage. Or don't unlock him at all and let him orgasm in his cage. I have two ways of letting him orgasm.

1. I keep him locked and let him choose how he wants it and let him do it himself while I watch and believe me that can be so satisfying. I love to watch and then sometimes fuck myself in front of him.

2. I let him get dressed in full latex and corset and then lock him up in a full body bag and strap him tight. I then remove his cage and put a condom on, and then I go to town on him.first, I put a dildo gag in his mouth and fuck myself close to orgasm. When I ride his cock till he orgasm. If he can hold that long, normally he orgasm before I even get that far. At least then I've got an excuse to punish him good.

But there has to be some sort of consequence for allowing him to orgasm. Otherwise, he will take advantage of this situation. So our rule is you can orgasm but straight after you get punishment. Sometimes, I would wank him off to another orgasm before the belt goes back on. And then flip him over then fuck him good while still strapped in.

Before you start, you need to swap his cage of a chastity belt. Because you will not be able to put the cage back on again after. With the belt you only need to get his cock back in. And he can't take it off. When he orgasmed there is a chance that he can slip out of the cage because his balls are now empty and soft. With the belt type, it goes around his weighst so he can't get out. And with the belt, you can just leave it around his weighst and drop the cage down between his legs, and when you need to , it's easy to put it back.

You will find that after a good spanking and fuck session he will snap straight back into it and if he doesn't just take him back to the bedroom and repeat. I never had to do this yet, but I know a few ladies who had to do it only once and never again.

You will find that the orgasms will get fewer and further apart as time goes by. We started with every week and quickly went to one a month to every six months.

Remember, if you deny him, then you're the bad guy, but if he denies himself, then it's ok. Be smart about it and just enjoy it.

[mischiefmaker615]

Maid to Honor (Loki Love Story Pt.9)

Rose spun around upon hearing his voice behind her at the door, her expression obviously ticked and serious. ‘’what the hell was all that?”’

‘’all what darling?’’ Loki smirked as he stepped forward, his own expression failing to hide his clear amusement as her cheeks began to redden.

‘’you know damn what’’ she snapped, arms crossing as her tilted up slightly just to look up at him whom stood just in front of her now.

‘’your intelligence and beauty dazzles me darling, how can you expect me to ignore you like that?’’ he sighed as if he had no choice in the matter.

‘’work. And. Personal. Life. Separate’’ she said slowly, getting up on her tippy toes to try to at least intimidate the man that continued to make her blush but only resulted in arms enveloping her waist and pulling her close. Her arms tried prying his off as he smirked and rested his chin on top of her head.

‘’you’re not helping to prove me wrong darling’’ he chuckled and she gave up trying to get free.

‘’and you’re not listening.’’

‘’I’m listening perfectly darling. But if you’d like me to restrain myself around your colleagues then I shall.’’ He promised and released, quickly cupping her cheeks before she had the full opportunity to step back and kissed her deeply. He smiled against her lips, savoring the way she shivered and slightly gave in by giving up on her frustration. Slowly pulling back, he looked down at her lovingly and smirked, turning her around towards the door.

‘’now get back to work darling.’’

The next few hours consisted of mainly learning more about the computer systems and analyzing the assignments in which Loki was in charge of instructing which agents went to which mission. Thankfully they were mild missions and didn’t concern Rose very much but was keeping a close eye and correcting if needed. It only got annoying when he tried to exercise his new Boss role and got her to do tedious things like fetch him a cup of coffee, in which she would point out he didn’t even really drink in but backfired when he told her to make him a new one- thinking the flavor was the problem. She restrained herself when he enjoyed the same cup she brought back pretending it was a new one.

‘’well, I do believe you mortals instruct a break after around four hours of work yes?’’ Loki asked, getting up anyway to stretch from his chair and she remained in her own with her arms folded.

‘’correct. You could either hang out in the break room or exit the facility to.. wherever before you return in 30 minutes.’’

Loki stood there staring at her blankly but they both knew he wanted her to come along. She immediately shook her head and glanced at the screen. ‘’I think its best if I double check the-‘’

‘’darling. Legally, you need to take your break.’’ He said flatly, almost dangerously as she starred at him a moment before she sighed and got up herself.

As soon as she took a step towards a direction, he was ready to follow; making her stop. She tried changing direction and he did the same thing. Earning a sigh, she turned around with puffed up feathers as she raised a brow at him. ‘’just because we take a break at the same time, doesn’t mean it has to be together.’’

‘’I think its best love until I get the feel of this place, I could get lost you know’’ he said innocently as he placed his hands behind his back to wait for her to start moving.

He was stubborn, and in front of watching colleges it wasn’t a moment to argue, especially with her ‘boss’. She almost shuddered with the fact. She loved him, they came pretty far with each other.. but this 24/7 thing needed to change. Or at least.. the unnecessaries. ‘’..fine. but I usually sit in my car on my break.’’

Loki raised a brow at this as he began to follow when she began walking again ‘’why is that love?’’

‘’because I usually don’t like to be bothered on my break. Helps keep me hidden from others.’’ She explained as they walked along side each other, ignoring the glances people gave.

‘’I do like the sound of that.’’ He smirked and she sent him a look.

‘’can’t you behave yourself for once?’’

‘’darling, when you have a body like yours and a personality that is just as sexy, how could you expect me to control myself?’’ he smirked, walking closer so his shoulder brushed up against her and she already felt her cheeks redden lightly.

‘’there’s a time and a place for everything Loki-‘’

‘’and is your car a time or place?’’ he asked, looking like a puppy wagging its tail. By his eyes It was very hard to even say no and she couldn’t help but sigh as she pulled out her car keys as they approached.

‘’tell you what, I’ll hold your hand. Deal?’’

‘’and I get to ravish you?’’ he purred, giving an indifferent look when he saw her face.

‘’deal?’’

With a sigh but not looking to disappointed, hurried to the passenger side. ‘’deal.’’

‘’can’t we get through the door at least!? Or make sure no one is around-‘’ Rose strained as Loki hugged her from behind, walking forward to direct her more into the room as he used a foot to kick the door closed behind him.

‘’I’ve been waiting for you all day darling, I’m not waiting any longer..’’ he breathed, his lips attacking her neck, making her shiver down her spine as he ran a hand down her leg and unbuckled her holster, making it fall to the ground.

‘’you’re lucky there wasn’t a gun in there’’ she scolded, gripping his arm around her middle as she closed her eyes, biting her lip as he made himself known against her rear end.

‘’I believe I have a much better pistol instead darling’’ he purred against her ear before nibbling at her lobe.

Getting flustered, this practically made her wings suddenly spring out and practically engulf him behind her, making her jump and quickly correcting the folding position where she turned around looking sheepish. ‘’..its been a long day.’’

‘’then perhaps we should.. migrate to the bedroom.’’ He smirked, stalking forward where she stuck a hand out to his chest to stop him, making him only start to kiss up her arm.

‘’Loki..’’ she sighed, both mix of pleasure and mild frustration in her voice. ‘’we can kinda do things here but work- it’s a no-no.’’

His lips paused almost up to her shoulder as he looked at her, his eyes showing tiredness of this topic again but raised a brow through curiosity ‘’kinda do things here?’’ he repeated.

‘’well its not like this stuff can happen when the others are around-‘’

‘’why not?’’ he asked, already snaking an arm around her waist and began bringing her closer against him.

‘’..i feel like we’ve had this conversation before..’’ she sighed, her voice getting quieter the closer she got to him until she was pressed against his chest, her hands moving to rest at his shoulders.

‘’you wish for your Avengers to see this as a professional setting and how you take your assignments seriously.’’ He answered for her and she nodded with her eyes down, in which he raised her chin up with a gently hand. ‘’I respect your decision love. But just know that you are mine and you are protected. If they try anything, news will have to appear fast that you are a taken woman.’’ He warned and she quickly shook her head before he could fully enter his protective mode.

‘’you have nothing to worry about Loki- but please, time and a place. A lady likes her alone time sometimes and there’s nothing wrong with that, absence just makes the heart grow fonder.’’ She told him, taking her hand in his as she looked up at him gently.

‘’I understand love, is this a time in which you want to be alone?’’ he asked, his expression hard to read but nevertheless she shook her head.

‘’on the contrary, this is a great example for the perfect time and place.’’ She smirked, her hand gripping his as she slowly pulled him to her bedroom in which a split second, he was quick to take the lead.

[potassium-pilot]

FFXIVWrite2023, Prompt 18: A Fish Out of Water

Estinien rushed down the halls of the Andron, wearing a fancy dark blue shirt and tight pants with tall dark black boots, aiming for the room of the Warrior of Light. Upon arrival, he knocked quickly at the door.

"Dia?"

Silence greeted him back. He knocked once more.

"Dia, are you in there?"

Once again, silence.

"I need your help. Can you open your door?"

Then a thought hit him. This group has a tendency to have some kind of horrific thing happen to them: prophetic visions, souls torn from bodies, possession by ancient beings. If she wasn't answering, that might not be the best sign as he wasn't aware of anyone leaving Sharlayan during construction of the Ragnarok.

"Dia, this isn't funny! Open the bloody door!" He demanded as he knocked repeatedly before he tried for the door handle. She locked the door, the swiving arse.

"Ah, Estinien!"

He stopped and looked at his caller. Alphinaud appeared from around the corner. "Were you looking for Dia?"

"Yeah. You know where she is?"

"She told us in the linkshell. I'm certain you listened in, yes?"

Of all the times for his lack of checking on that blasted linkshell to backfire in his face.

"She said the situation in Ishgard has come to a head, and that Lord Aymeric requested her presence to aid him and Lord Artoirel in their efforts against the blasphemy Profane Fafnir", Alphinaud explained.

"...that's not some sort of code, is it?"

"I don't believe so. At any rate, if you're looking to find her, you've a long journey to make, and little time to make it before we're due to take tea with my mother."

Is Aymeric sure he doesn't need a lancer, Estinien asked himself.

"I merely wanted to ask after my outfit. Would this be appropriate for tea time in a Sharlayan high house?"

"Well, most Sharlayans have come to wear white robes, but for the purposes of tea today, you need not concern yourself with your dress."

"All right." That did little to belay Estinien's anxieties, but at least he had the knowledge.

"Come. I'll take you to Leveilleur Manor myself."

The two walked out of the Andron and into the sunshine hanging over the city-state of Sharlayan. Estinien kept up behind Alphinaud as he led him through town, upstairs and to the right of the Rostra. They approached the doors, and the door greeters bowed to the two of them before opening the door and allowing them entry into the large mansion.

Estinien looked around the place. The large marble staircase leading up the stairs, the colorful wallpaper, the servants in every corner- it was like a high house in Ishgard.

Aside from one notable family, he hated the high houses.

"Ah, you must be Ser Estinien." He noticed a woman with white hair pulled back wearing a white robe walking out of a double door beneath the stairs. "Welcome to our home. My name is Ameliance Leveilleur, the mother of Alphinaud and Alisaie."

"Er, thank you." Estinien sincerely didn't know what to say here. She already knew who he was after all.

"Of course. Now then, the tea is being prepared as we speak. Why do we not sit in the parlor?"

"That sounds like a wonderful idea. Estinien?" Alphinaud asked.

"Sure."

With his quick response, the three of them walked together through those same double doors. Fury help him, the parlor was huge. Even the Ishgardian nobles might have a few complaints to lodge. It was painted a light blue with windows adorning the south wall that the sun wouldn't peak in during the afternoon. The settees sat in the middle with a pale pink rug beneath them, ornately adorned, colored a deep blue, not unlike Estinien's shirt.

The three took their seats, Alphinaud sitting next to Estinien while Ameliance took the opposite settee.

"I'm glad to finally have this chance to speak with you in person, Ser Estinien. Of the people that Alphinaud has written of, two people appeared frequently in mention: Dia and you. Were it not for the emergency in Ishgard, I would have requested her presence here this day as well, but I'm still quite happy to have you join us."

Even she knew about that? Fury, Estinien chastised himself in his head.

"Er, I'm glad to be here as well", he half-lied.

"Now then, tea shall be here shortly, but please, treat yourselves to some finger sandwiches. We've cucumber, pesto chicken, egg salad, garlean cheese. There are also plenty of sweets. I know Alphinaud would be quite happy with that much."

Estinien couldn't help but smile. Thank the Fury he could act as a bouncing board.

"Yes, well", Alphinaud asked, "Estinien is here, and we're all happier for it."

"Indeed. So, Ser Estinien, what was your education?"

"...my education?"

"Yes. I'm afraid I haven't any idea of the educational aspects of Ishgard, or anywhere in Coerthas, for that matter."

"Er...well, Ishgard has the Scholasticate, but only those who don't enlist in the Temple Knights and have the ability to afford its education have access to that. What I was taught was taught to me by my parents and Alberic."

"Alberic?" Ameliance asked.

"The Azure Dragoon who came before me. Taught me everything I know about how to wield a lance. Took me in after Nidhogg attacked my home."

That was way too much information, he determined after seeing the way Alphinaud grimaced.

"Oh dear...I apologize, I meant not to stir up anything unpleasant."

"Worry not. You've done nothing wrong."

Ameliance took in a breath to center herself. "Well...what of your career plans, Ser Estinien?"

"Currently, I've employment in the Scions of the Seventh Dawn."

"Well, yes, but what of the future? Should your services no longer be needed in the Scions, do you know what would come next?"

He had absolutely no clue how to answer that. Seeing that he was to take to his taciturn staring, Alphinaud jumped in. "The Scions currently have no need to dispose of him and for the foreseeable future, I highly doubt he would need to worry about that."

Estinien grabbed a chicken finger sandwich and ate it, hoping that might deflect some questions from him. When that didn't work, Ameliance asked, "So, one mystery I know Alphinaud spent an age trying to deduce was where you went after the end of the Dragonsong War. Tell me, would you be so kind as to elucidate on this matter?"

"Oh. A bit of everywhere really."

Ameliance was keeping her patience together with incredible determination, like a button on a tight shirt. "What might that mean?"

"Well...I visited some friends", he omitted the fact that they were grave sites and the lair of Hraesvelgr, "did some searching for a certain artifiact", he leaned his head to Alphinaud, "and keeping my eye on him."

"Keeping your eye on me?" Alphinaud repeated.

"You think that cannon just destroyed itself?"

"That was you?!"

Estinien nodded with a smirk.

"Single-handedly?!"

"That so hard to believe?"

"Forgive me, but we've appeared to have veered away from an point made there", Ameliance interrupted. "A cannon?"

"Aye", Estinien answered, "A large ceruleum pipeline that fueled a cannon blocked Alliance forces from entering into The Lochs of Gyr Abania. I destroyed it. I would not allow such a thing to block their way."

"I wasn't told of a cannon", Ameliance admitted.

"Really?" He looked to Alphinaud with a shite-eating grin.

"Well...in truth, it didn't affect us much..." Alphinaud attempted to deflect.

"You mean aside from how it trapped you in Specula Imperatoris and nearly killed you?"

"What?!"

"Mother, I'll check on tea." Alphinaud quickly stood up and left.

Ameliance looked back. "I fear some things may have been left out of his letters."

"I wish I could say I blame him. I can understand the need to avoid worrying someone needlessly."

Ameliance smiled mischievously. "Yes, I suppose some things aren't worth the concern of a mother. Might I ask you this with Alphinaud out of the room?"

"Oh?"

"What is your opinion of my son? He defers a great deal of respect to you in his letters to me. In everything he says about you, his fervent admiration for you is quite clear, and I can't help but wonder...is this reciprocated?"

Estinien smiled slightly. "When I first met him, I thought him rather helpless and hopelessly idealistic. In some ways, he reminded me much of a mutual friend of ours. But much like that friend, I see now that his ideals are what paves the way for a brighter future...given we succeed in this mission of Hydaelyn's. The support of Alphinaud's comrades- nay, my comrades- carried him far and they've all shared these goals for as long as they have. Doubtless, their dedication will save us. I'm proud of him. I really am."

Ameliance seemed touched by his sincerity. "And yours?"

"My what?"

"Your dedication. Does it play its role?"

He let a laugh out of his nose. "I've come too far to not develop some dedication. Even then, I'm afraid my dedication is not placed in their goal- it's in them. Alphinaud and Dia, I mean. I trust them implicitly."

The double doors reopened and the Elezen teenager reappeared with a platter of tea cups and a kettle. "It's ready now."

Ameliance laughed. "Thank you, dear."

------

"All right, all right, you made your point", Dia laughed. A year after this, she sat in Mehryde's Meyhane with Estinien, enjoying the fare and reminiscing.

"I still recall going in there, dwarfed by the bloody staircases", Estinien complained.

"You really want to call tea with Ameliance the most harrowing thing you've experienced? You were turned into bloody wind, and tea time was the worst thing?"

"Being wind was far easier than navigating high society."

"And you thought I would be of help? Do you know how bad I am at that? There's a reason I don't go to fêtes with Aymeric."

"Besides the fact that you could barely walk for most of the year? I can't imagine how you'd fare dancing."

"Rich coming from a man who can't handle tea time with Alphinaud Leveilleur and his mother."

Estinien sighed. "In truth, it wasn't all bad. I'd rather not repeat it, mind, but there were some decent moments. I'm glad to have gotten the affair over and done with, anyway."

"Well, that's good at least."

"I still can't believe that blasphemy was real."

"Pays to check your linkshell."

Estinien scoffed. "Yes, I suppose it does."

Dia lifted her glass. "Cheers to not checking linkshells anymore, eh?"

"I'll drink to that."

They clinked their metal mugs together before partaking. Once Dia finished her sip, she asked, "Well, I know you told me at the Scions' parting that you've found work with Vrtra. How's that going for you?"

"Going well thus far. He's just having me train his lancers for a few hours a day. In exchange, I get a fine room and food. We get the chance to discuss things with each other, we look after one another. It's...interesting."

"...oh sweet Spinner, he's hoarding you", the realization clicked in Dia.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"It means he's got you in his grasp and he's not letting go. He's keeping you all to himself", she explained with a twisted smile.

"You're delusional."

"And you're his new consort."

"I am not his bloody consort!"

"Yeah? Well, say he didn't need you anymore. Where would you go?"

Estinien didn't know how to answer that. He had no wish to wander anymore. "...I can leave whenever I like."

"Really? What do you think he'd say?"

He didn't know the answer to that either, but there was something about the thought of leaving him disappointed that made him feel...

"...quit your teasing, woman."

Dia laughed mischievously. "Forget navigating high society. Try navigating a dragon's emotions."

"No, thank you."

[gildinbainas]

mistletoe (cant remember if i already sent this in)

SEND ME ‘ MISTLETOE ’ FOR MY MUSE’S RESPONSE TO BEING UNDERNEATH MISTLETOE WITH YOUR MUSE. specify WHETHER IT’S ACCIDENTAL OR ON PURPOSE.

:｡･:*:･ﾟ’★,｡･:*:･ﾟ’☆ || @crowiley

Not that he thought Crowley was completely oblivious to the various holiday traditions concerning Christmas. Surely that couldn't be the case considering Crowley often put up with the angel's antics this time of year. No, no. That wasn't it at all. However, a rather important --- no --- symbolic sprig was nestled neatly above them upon the balcony in which they stood. Down below was where the festivities were taking place. There was a live jazz band playing smooth holiday music while people were mixing and mingling enjoying their fair share of hors d'oeuvres. The angel looked on with glee rather excited by the prospect of munching and dancing. Oh he could hardly contain himself and yet…

The sprig caught his attention shortly after their arrival and while he might have been content to leave it be, well, it was there for a reason was it not? Furthermore, there was something about the way Crowley was standing that gave the angel more than enough clue as to what the demon would rather be doing. Certainly not here mixing and mingling with all these people. His expression said it all.

"Oh cheer up mate. I promise we won't be here for very long." Then he added with a tiny smile. "I am more than capable of taking care of myself."

The derisive snort that came from Crowley wasn't unexpected, but he feared the demon forgot at times that the angel could be rather resourceful. All the same, the bit of banter was not enough to get Crowley in the holiday spirit.

He sighed. He had quite a few mixed feelings about the sprig. On one hand, it wasn't as if his lips were foreign to Crowley's own. One rather disastrous evening, fermented fruit was consumed that led to a rather troubling but awkward moment.

Or two.

He couldn't forget it if he tried --- and the god above knew that he tried for an array of reasons he chose not to dwell on. The angel was… sure he could make it quick; perhaps the shock factor of the gesture could distract the demon enough to drag him out into the crowd for food and dancing. Ahh they were playing Bing Crosby. He just HAD to get down there now and enjoy.

Oh, but then he would feel absolutely terrible if this backfired. Kissing someone --- the best friend --- while drunk was on thing. Kissing them while sober was another. And it went against the long list of rules that he was sure existed somewhere between heaven and hell. He shuddered to think of the trouble they could get into over something as silly as a holiday sprig.

But then he's never actually been able to participate. Perhaps with a random stranger but he always feared they might sense his aura. That and he has always been too afraid to kiss anyone. Oh dear he could not! But… but… Was it wrong if he's already locked lips with them before? And it's not like this was going to be a habit. As oddly enjoyable as it had been before, some things happened that made his body feel strange. No. This would be quick. They were almost in public you know. Had to keep to the rules and all.

Oh dear. This was…quite the pickle.

Eventually the idea of simply taking advantage his friend got the better of him. He could not do it. At least not without his consent.

And so he looked to Crowley and blurted all of this out because…well, selfish reasons or not, Crowley deserved the right to say yes or no.

"There's mistletoe above our head. Can I peck your lips for good luck?" He paused. "And then eat. And maybe go dancing, but kiss first. Unless the idea doesn't sit well with you. Although I rather thought since we didn't both explode into a ball of fire the first time that you might be willing to indulge me on a little holiday tradition. And then never speak of it again of course because well, rules and all. So what do you say?"

[dododan]

Masterpost

For now, it's so workmanlike, because I like to keep things in order.

I also need to work out a few things technically~

#myasks - a hashtag for your questions! Don't be shy and ask me anything you want! I'll try to answer if it doesn't involve spoilers for e.g. Hibernation or another story I'm writing/drawing.

#dododanart - just a hashtag for my art

Holly and her world

Someday I will come up with a better title for this project. This is my main project that I am working on. The main thing I'm doing right now is constructing a story for Asha's family and creating a plan for the comic. From time to time there may be smaller drawings from this project.

#holly the pixie

Holly is a little monster who wanders between worlds. Some may spot her flitting between buildings or trees. Sometimes they will spot a strange door that disappears as soon as the goblin disappears behind it. Those few who know her can only say that she has been looking for someone for a long time. No one knows who exactly, but there is a big secret behind it.

#ash-kore - my spider and his story

Ash-kore is a hybrid. It has the blood of upper class demons in it as well as the blood of spider demons. He was destined for a future alongside loving parents who would bring a new order to the demon world - equality, justice and caring. Sadly, Ash lost everything in one night, and the hope of all demons for a better life vanished. Years later, the greatest rebellion in the history of the demon kingdom began. According to rumours, it is led by a lost prince who wants to continue his parents' work. Only none of them know that behind the enlightened ideas is a desire for bloody revenge.

#holly&ash-kore - comics/drawings when Holly met Ash-kore

What can happen when a little goblin with powerful and rare powers meets a spider who is hungry for the blood of its enemies?

Fandoms:

#Rick and Morty

Only drawings from Rick and Morty. Maybe some theory on the series occasionally. Interest in this series is revived every time there is a new season. So far, nothing new is appearing here.

#HazbinHotel

Drawings and my crazy theories and ideas to explain the plot. I have some more drawings in mind as well as rearranging the story of my OC - Mari. This is one of the projects I am currently working on.

#cult of the lamb

Drawings and stories on the history of my worship. I have an idea for a series of short comics and short stories. At the moment is my new hyperfixation, because I can't tear myself away from the game. That said, I'm treating this project as a side project, so things won't appear regularly.

Rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles:

#rottmnt - common arts with ROTTMNT

#hibernation - the hashtag I will occupy when I start drawing the comic book. My interest in ROTTMNT has dimmed a bit, but I want to finish the comic first and foremost. No matter what happens the comic will be finished and this is the main project I am working on.

Masterpost "Hibernation"

When the boys were tiny he took them everywhere with him. He was afraid to leave them alone, but they were growing very fast, so he started looking for some more permanent shelter for them. Unfortunately, as a former celebrity who had spent the last decade of his life in the Hidden City, he didn’t really know where he could look for any bearable place to live. For the first few years, he managed to find abandoned buildings - such as an abandoned bowling alley or closed garages. Unfortunately, he didn’t have much luck and they had to change their hiding places quite often. Splinter loves his boys very much and this cannot be disputed, but what can a person who has never even looked after a pet in his life know about raising children?

Splinter tries his best, but sometimes he makes mistakes and feels overwhelmed by the weight of his past. Unfortunately, the consequences of these mistakes can backfire on those he cares about most - his sons.

Splinter will have to face the consequences of his mistakes, which put him in a situation no parent wants to be in.

#rottmnt MuZA - my AU. The idea was inspired by the game Project Zomboid, but somehow the enthusiasm for creating AU dimmed. Maybe it will come back, maybe not, but for now it is an abandoned project. But if anyone is curious, I have a written story for the brothers as a list of events. I can make it available if there is interest.

What would the apocalypse look like if the ninja turtles had to face mutant zombies instead of Krangs? A mysterious virus has spread around the world, turning humans and yokai into monsters. The Hamato family has not yet recovered from their battle with Shredder, and they face another challenge. Surviving the end of the world.

Undertale:

#guardiantale - My au Presents the story before the events of the game. The story is already written, but I am slowly translating it into English. Chapters will appear every Saturday at 6pm.

"Katharina is an ordinary girl who is very stubborn. She always pursues her goal. Anyone who knows her can tell that she is very persistent. But this trait is not always a good thing. Kath found this out the hard way when she fell into the Underworld. From now on, she will have to somehow survive in a place full of monsters that have no sympathy for humans. Will she be able to survive in this place? Or will one of the monsters get their way and give her soul to the king?"

Spider-verse:

#arachnite - For the time being, I will not be involved in this project, but it is not completely abandoned. I will return to it after the release of the next part of the film.

"Nicolas also known as Arachnite. An amazing, beautiful and brilliant boy with the powers of a spider (as he likes to say about himself). He gained his powers by accident and decided to become a hero because it looks like an interesting occupation. At least until he got into trouble and Spider-man had to rescue him."

[casspurrjoybell-22]

The Art of Sin - Chapter 11 - Part 2

•Noir Laurent (Dark Elf & Sun Elf)

*Warning Adult Content*

'I didn't really know why I was doing this.'

It was childish of me.

Everyone would realize just how emotionally incompetent I am, understanding exactly how helpless, how unworthy I am of their affection, I am.

I'm undeserving of being in their very presence.

It was just a matter of time before they realized it.

I want to prolong it.

It physically hurt me to imagine them regretting bringing me here, wishing that I would go away.

I clutched at my chest, curling inward as I stifled my cries.

In the back of my mind, I knew that I was over thinking things, there was no way they would cast me aside but I kept analyzing my life, getting dumped with person after person, always an outsider looking in.

I was damaged, oh so damaged.

The others didn't deserve my baggage.

Maybe it would be better if I did just disappear.

A commotion stopped my thoughts.

I peered down, making sure not to cross the barrier.

Below, I saw Bain talking to Tate and Keon.

"What do you mean Winter is missing?"

"I mean just that. We can't find him."

"And why is that?" Keon crossed his arms, giving Bain a stern look.

"What happened?"

Bain shuffled from foot to foot, looking guilty.

"Noir was upset and well, Winter tried to calm him down with a little magic but it kinda backfired. Noir blew up and started screaming at him and Winter started to cry. I-I should have stepped in. Then he just disappeared."

Tate was listening acutely, nodding once before speaking.

"He most likely cast an invisibility glamour. You probably walked right past him."

They stood there in silence until it was broken by the small, hoarse voice of Noir.

"Do you think he'll come back?"

A few tears leaked down his cheeks.

"It's all my fault."

"Shh, it's okay Noir. Don't cry."

"He hasn't left."

Everyone turned to Tate, including myself.

He shifted a bit before speaking.

"Er, well, he's still on the property. I can't tell exactly where. I think he's cloaking himself but I can tell he hasn't left."

I sat down, surprised.

Only a high-level creature, full of magic, could get even that.

No one in this manor ceased to surprise me.

Noir smiled, for the first time in days, he actually smiled.

His cheeks were still wet and his eyes puffy but it didn't take away the joy and relief shining through.

"Thank the Goddess. I don't know what I would've done if," his expression darkened suddenly.

"I wish Nikoli was here. He's good at handling everyone."

Bain laughed.

"Yeah, he's pretty much the only one. I don't even know how he puts up with us."

And just like that the mood lifted.

Jokes we told and boys were teased.

Even with the good feelings, I was still afraid.

How easily people's moods shifted.

How long will it take for their opinions of me to turn dark?

It was always there, the constant pestering of my deepest, darkest fears.

The fear of, after settling down, having to be forced to rip myself out of their lives and move onto the next experience hell has to offer, for that was where I must be.

What God or Goddess, if there is one or many, would make life so painful?

I watched as they left the room, smiles on their face.

My fears were still there but I couldn't help but feel happy.

I knew that, even if I would pay a hefty price, I would still wish for their happiness.

I knew little of what they went through but it was enough to know that they were similar to me.

They deserved to have days full of joy and laughter and I wanted to be part of giving them it.

I suddenly regretted my actions, ashamed at letting my emotions take hold of me.

I had caused pain to them.

'Unintentional, yes but pain nonetheless,' I thought, nodding and hunkering down until I was in a somewhat comfortable position on my perch.

When Lord Nikoli returns I would step forth and come clean.

Whatever punishment he would give me for the trouble I've caused will be accepted.

Until then, I would keep to myself and try not to make the situation worse.

They were finally happy or as happy as they could be.

There was no need to let my presence ruin things.

[aleoxs2007]

i thought i’d give a little life update on my blog no one follows or cares about.

it’s been almost a year since my ex and i broke up.

i tried dating a few months after, but i just wasn’t clicking with anyone i was going out with. however, i was friends with a boy named max. max and i had been friends since the beginning of first semester, long before my ex and i broke up, and i had been acquainted with him since the year before. max and i were just friends, at least until roughly a month after the break up. max and i were still just friends, but god i wanted him to look at me as more than that.

i saw the way his eyes lit up talking about his interests. his laugh was intoxicating. he was funny. he was cute. i knew he was strong from wrestling. he was so sweet. the biggest problem was that, while i had no shortage of male attention, and i won’t lie, i was kind of a dick to guys that liked me because i found it annoying—i had a tendency to block guys that wouldn’t leave me be, and rejecting guys i had gone out with once or twice in blind and downright rude ways—he had no shortage of girls either, but actually got with all of them. i was pretty much the only girl he wasn’t trying to get with, and—oddly enough—as a result, we had deeper conversations and i felt like we knew each other a lot better.

he would rant about his friends, and his girlfriends, how scared he was to meet their dad, ask me for advice on what to do, and just talk about general life stuff. i would talk about how annoying guys were and how much i was dreading starting university next fall. and he added me on snap to tell me all the stupid stuff he was doing and send me pictures of broken bikes and road rash…

second semester the teacher moved us because we talked too much. she put us with people she thought we’d be quieter with, which backfired horribly by the way, as he’s an extrovert that can talk to anybody, and i am an introvert but was adopted by the extroverts at my table. as a result though, me and max talked less and just squeezed in quick conversations before and after class when we could, the occasional text on snap, but we grew farther apart as the semester went on.

i don’t think we even talked the last day of school outside of a quick bye after our last class we had together dismissed.

over the summer, we barely talked in june and the beginning of july. towards the end of july and very beginning of august, we talked a little bit, but not a lot.

then he had a surgery and started texting me high out of his mind when he got home. i had just gotten out of a weird situationship thing with a guy at my university who was just weird, and max was being EXTREMELY flirty. every time i told him to go to bed, because it was late and i had classes at 7:30 in the morning, his answer was somewhere along the lines of “nooo but i like talking to youuu dont leavee.”

we kept talking over the next couple of days and i went to his house to help him after the surgery. we got very close very fast and started going out, while i told myself to be careful because he had a reputation for being a player.

fast forward a couple weeks, he asked me to be his girlfriend, and i gladly accepted.

i have not let a man as much as hug me in the past year since i left my abusive ex, as my friends informed what my ex did was a form of abuse. i still had intimacy issues and fear of touch. i comfortably fell asleep in max’s arms just 3 weeks in.

i love this man. i know i do.

thank you god for bringing him to me <3