#YEOWCH CORE

[anonymocha]

If my teeth keep hurting I will make another, even worse, increasingly deranged, and infinitely more self-indulgent, ToothPocket fic because JESUS CRISPIES OW MY GUMS YEOOWCCHH

[queefsencen]

i got my ears pierced today and it hurts so bad but we thug it out

[smallpeniscollective]

Raphael fuckers, come get y'all juice!!

another smutty Raphael/Haarlep blurb for a concept I CANNOT get out of my HEAD

ladies, gentlemen, and anyone else who showed up to the potluck, here’s some good old fashioned dp with Raphael and Haarlep

content: pov/2nd person, she/her pronouns, afab body parts, pet names, devil sex, fingering with claws (yeOWCH), orgasm delay/denial, p-in-v, p-in-a, double penetration, master/pet dynamic, and whatever else comes with sploinking the devil and his incubus

trigger warning for pain during sex and also for rough sex as punishment for stealing from the house of hope

(this kinda ended up Way longer than a blurb so please enjoy just some porn with barely any plot)

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He could have whisked your clothes away in an instant with one of his usual theatrical snaps, but you could sense this was a power play, to make you feel your submission to him deep under your skin. Ravenous, glowing eyes watched as you undressed, making you feel suddenly shy and yearning to hide from his penetrating gaze.

“Oh, don’t be timid now, little mouse. You lost that right the second you entered my home without permission.”

While your terrifyingly hopeless situation had your blood running cold, you couldn’t deny that feeling the low rumble of his voice in your naked chest sent a fresh wave of arousal to your core. You continued to undress with averted eyes and shaky hands. When you dropped the last of your clothing onto a small pile on the floor, you managed to look up at him with anxiously rounded eyes.

“On the bed,” he ordered. His voice sounded cruel and cold, contradicting how intimate this felt to you.

You felt the sensation of shame drop your heart in your chest, unable to stop the panicked wondering of what your companions would think of their fearless leader degrading herself so willingly for a devil.

But your body acted of its own volition, obeying his orders and climbing into the bed rather ungracefully. You sat towards the edge of the bed on your heels, kneeling before him as if he were the answer to your prayers, despite him being the main threat to your existence in this moment.

He approached the mattress with slow and calculated steps while his tail swished behind him like an irritated cat. His wings extended out wide, encompassing you and blocking your view of anything but him.

His hand raised, and you instinctively flinched, only for him to slowly stroke his knuckles down the side of your cheek. His lips curled into a wicked grin in response to your fear. “Don’t act so scared, little thief. I won’t harm you… yet.”

Your heartbeat quickened in your chest at the promise of pain.

He gripped your chin tightly with his thumb and finger, pressing his claw into your bottom lip. When your lips instinctively parted, he dove in. You never expected his kisses to be gentle, but the scorch of his lips pulled a surprised noise out of you. Your eyes fluttered closed as you let him consume you with greedy licks of his hot tongue.

His other hand grazed your cheek before tracing down the side of your neck, claws scratching against your soft skin as he slid that hand into the hair at the nape of your neck.

When your hands moved to touch him, he gripped your hair and yanked your head back harshly, prying your open mouth from his. You whimpered from the sting of your hair almost being ripped out.

“You will not move until instructed. Do you understand?”

You tried to nod your head, but his firm grip on your hair didn’t allow much wiggle room.

“Use your words, pet.” His eyes were half-lidded with lust, but the cruel glare shined through his fiery irises.

“Yes,” you squeaked. Your cheeks flushed with embarrassment at how weak you felt in that moment, when your entire journey seemed to have been about proving your strength.

“Yes, what?” He asked, tilting his head to the side and squinting his eyes at you. He was searching for submission in your frightened eyes, attempting to crush any form of rebellion against him you had left.

You reactively gulped, mouth suddenly dry as you realized what he wanted. With your voice as meek and vulnerable as you had ever heard it, you whispered, “Yes, master.”

The sharp-toothed grin that spread across his face could only be described as pure evil. The hero of Faerun, the ender of the Shadow Curse and life-saver to any unfortunate soul who crossed your path, was nothing but a mere pet to their new master.

“I so enjoy that title from your lips, dearest pet,” he hummed.

Before you could think of any response, his heavy hands swiftly moved to shove your shoulders back, sending you flying into mattress. You landed with a gasp on your back, and he was quick to pull your legs towards him, spreading you wide for him.

He had been able to smell your arousal from the moment he laid eyes on you in his home, but seeing now how truly wet you were for him, slick dripping from your folds and smeared across your inner thighs, it seemed to boost his ego beyond his absurd level of narcissism. “My, my,” he mused, swiping a clawed finger along your drenched slit, “it seems you rather enjoy submitting to my whims.”

Without instruction to move, you gripped the silken sheets with quick, shaky breaths as he toyed with you. When his claw caught on your clit, you inhaled sharply and bit down in your bottom lip.

Suddenly, two large fingers were shoved into you, and you couldn’t stop the moan that escaped you at the feeling of being stretched beyond what your own two fingers could manage. His pace was teasingly slow as he watched your body react to his touch, how your thighs trembled and your abdomen clenched. When his gaze shifted up at your eyes squeezed shut, he paused his motions. “Eyes on me, little mouse. You wouldn’t want me to take your averted gaze as disrespect, would you?”

“No,” you whimpered, opening your eyes slowly. When you met his eyes, his stare was downright predatory, and it sent a shiver up your spine.

“No?” he asked sharply, correcting your mistake of forgetting your manners. He forced his hand in deep, and you felt the tips of his claws press into your cervix in a warning.

“No, master.” Your brows upturned with an unspoken apology.

“Do not make me remind you again,” he threatened, digging his claws deeper into the flesh of your cunt.

“I’m sorry, master,” you whined. You could feel your walls throbbing around his hot fingers.

Satisfied with your reply, he continued pumping his fingers into you, letting his sharp claws freely scrape against your insides. Your moans mixed with winces as you experienced the pleasure mixing with pain in a way you never pictured yourself enjoying so much.

After what felt like an eternity of such sinful pleasure, a warmth bloomed below your stomach, pulling a string tight within you. When your walls tightened around his fingers, he pulled them out, eliciting a pathetic whine from your lips as that feeling in your abdomen sizzled out.

“Fret not, dearest thief, we’re not done yet,” he murmured before stepping back from the bed and snapping his wet fingers.

A flash of bright flames sparked, and you recognized the devilish form that appeared beside the bed.

“You called, master?” Haarlep asked, shifting his gaze from the still-clothed cambion to your naked body with unbridled lust.

Raphael looked over at Haarlep, and you witnessed the possessive gleam in his eyes fade into something colder and strangely more distant in regards to his personal incubus. “I want you to fuck our little thief,” he said bluntly. “And do make sure she comes. It will make the next act of our torrid affair… easier to handle.”

His phrasing had your mind beginning to spin with worry, but before you could vocalize any concerns, Haarlep obliged his master. He crawled onto the bed with fluid movements and slithered over your smaller frame, lining up his already-hard cock with your soaked entrance.

“Wait,” Raphael barked. Haarlep turned towards his master, and you both watched as Raphael walked towards the side of the bed and snapped his fingers once more. An elegant chair appeared behind him, and he promptly sat, crossing his leg over his knee and curling his fingers around his chin as if he were in deep thought. “Now, you may begin.”

At his words, Haarlep turned back to you, smiling wickedly. “I remember you,” he said, his voice identical to Raphael’s but with more whimsy, “you were the little mouse who snuck around the cat’s house. How does it feel to be beneath his claws?”

“Haarlep, your order was to fuck her, not to make conversation,” You could hear the annoyance in his tone.

“Very well, master,” Haarlep said, before settling his hands on the plump flesh of your hips and pushing into you. The first thing you felt was the sting of the stretch, much larger than anything you had felt before. You panted between pained moans as the ridges and bumps that adorned his member dragged along your tight walls, and your eyes squeezed shut involuntarily in response.

“Eyes on me, pet,” Raphael said, and you obediently opened them once more, turning your head to face him as Haarlep ground his hips against yours to nudge his cock deeper into you. Raphael studied your face as your brows upturned and your mouth hung open in intense pleasure.

You could see outline of Raphael’s erection through his breeches; he was feeling every sensation that the incubus was as you were taken in front of him. Raphael's eyes remained on you as he demanded, “Harder,” but you could tell the order was not for you when Haarlep’s grip on your hips tightened. His claws left deep, crescent-shaped indentions as they dug into your delicate skin.

Haarlep’s sensual slower thrusting then became hard pounding, and the sound of wet skin slapping against skin began to fill the room, along with the noises he pulled out of you. Your knuckles turned white from the grip you had on Raphael’s sheets as your low moans morphed into cries of pleasure. Your eyes were still on his but beginning to blur with tears as he watched you be fucked relentlessly by his copy.

Raphael let out his own quiet groans as he felt the sensation of your phantom cunt squeezing and quivering around him. He smoothly uncrossed his legs, spreading his thighs in a deliciously dominant way and untied the string to his breeches to free his aching cock. Precum leaked from his tip as he lazily stroked his shaft.

“Touch her,” he ordered Haarlep. You grew somehow even wetter at his orders when his eyes never left you.

“As you wish,” you heard Haarlep’s voice sing out, his face just barely in your peripheral view. One of his hands moved from your hip to your most sensitive region, and you gasped loudly at the caress of your clit as he continued his hard thrusts.

At the sensation of your clit being touched and the pleasurable pounding you were taking, your knees lifted of their own accord to hold at Haarlep's hips. You could feel the bruises forming already from the ridges on his hips digging into your skin, yet that string inside of you wound tightly once more. You knew it wouldn’t take long for it to snap.

Your loud moans were music to Raphael’s ears as he stroked harder and tighter, his cock now glistening with an abundance of precum. He grunted before asking in a voice even lower and reverberant than before, “Do you wish to come, little mouse?”

“Yes, master,” you managed through your moans.

“And she calls you ‘master’,” Haarlep cooed at your use of the word. “What a delectable little mouse, indeed.”

Haarlep’s generous circling of your aching clit and deep rutting had you seeing stars. You could feel yourself on the cusp of your orgasm, and your thighs began to shake vigorously from holding it back. Raphael could see this, watching you teeter on that edge with a lick of his lips.

He waited, of course.

Pleasure turned into torture as you wailed, your fingers going numb from how tightly you were gripping the sheets. Your muscles grew taught with the exertion of holding in your orgasm.

You didn’t want to beg, but you couldn’t take it anymore. “Please, master!” you cried out, hot tears rolling down your cheeks.

When your cries of pleasure became pitiful sobs, Raphael finally relented.

“Go on then, pet. Come for me.”

With a strained moan, your back arched and your vision blurred as white hot pleasure flooded through you, ebbing through you in waves as Haarlep rode you through it, pounding so hard you could feel it bruise your cervix.

Your thighs twitched as your legs instinctively tried to close from the overstimulation of still being ravaged by the incubus, but Haarlep moved his hands to your knees to keep your legs pried open for him as he continued.

“Enough.” Raphael stood up from his chair as Haarlep stopped his movements, stilling himself inside of you and turned his head towards Raphael. “Up.”

You looked to Haarlep, and Haarlep glanced your way quickly to express his annoyance in having to stop before pulling himself off of you. You let out a soft whine as he pulled his cock out of you, feeling suddenly empty.

“You as well,” Raphael said, gesturing at your limp body.

You took in a deep breath and sat up, muscles already sore as you slinked off of the bed. When you stood up, your knees almost buckled beneath you, but you kept yourself up on trembling legs. He noticed, smirking to himself at your weakened state.

With another snap of his fingers, his clothes were gone, and you couldn’t help but stare at his naked form. You had seen it on Haarlep, but Haarlep’s form was a little less sharp than Raphael’s, with his slightly rounder jaw and softer nose. Raphael’s true naked form was enthralling, the divots and ridges on his body seeming sharper, more dangerous.

He took his place on the bed, leaning back against the headboard with a smug expression. He gestured to his cock, still erect and glistening with his precum.

You understood the silent command, climbing back onto the bed. You crawled on all fours towards him and took the opportunity to freely graze your hands up his muscular legs, touching as much skin as you could—as much skin as you were allowed to touch. Despite how rough the two fiends had been with you, your touch was adoring and gentle as your fingertips brushed over the ridges and protruding veins.

When Raphael's expression shifted from inquisitive to impatient, you took it as a cue to fulfill his desire and made your way to his lap to straddle his textured hips. You let your drenched folds glide over his shaft in a slight teasing manner, this being the only teasing you could sneak in before his hands seized the meat of your thighs to serve as a reminder of who was in charge.

You took the large member in your much smaller hand while your other hand landed on his broad chest for stability, and you slid the head of his cock down your slit to guide it towards your entrance. With a sharp breath, you pushed down onto him, still feeling sore from the previous pounding. When your hips landed against his with him fully sheathed, you took a moment to adjust to the sheer size of him yet again. Both of your hands on his chest now, feeling the slow rise and fall of his breathing, and he, in turn, gave your thighs an assertive squeeze to let you know he was done waiting.

Your pace was slow on weak thighs as you rocked yourself against him. But his cock nudging that soft spot deep in your core egged you on, giving you just enough energy to revitalize your need.

You let yourself fall against him, clinging to him and nestling your face in the warmth that was the crook of his neck as you chased that high once more. His hands moved to your waist, forcing you down harder against him, and you couldn't stop the whimpers tumbling past your lips, landing right in his ear.

You felt the bed dip in weight behind you, but you were too focused on the grind of your hips and the pleasure climbing in your core to pay any mind to it.

"What a naughty little pet," you heard Haarlep muse from behind you, but you didn't dare slow or stop your movements. Haarlep sat himself atop Rapahel's mid-thighs, planting himself right behind you, and you could feel his heat radiating onto your back.

"Some spittle, to prepare her," Raphael instructed through soft grunts, and Haarlep eagerly complied, deftly snaking a large hand around the column of your throat before suddenly prying you off of Raphael and pulling you back against him.

Then Haarlep took his turn devouring your lips. His kiss was much more gentle than Raphael's, and you couldn’t help but melt into his touch. Your hips ground down harder against Raphael as Haarlep beckoned your lips open with a swipe of his tongue. The second your lips parted for him, his tongue was barging into your mouth, stroking your tongue with tender licks.

When the saliva seeping down your throat made you reactively gulp, you felt your insides light up with an energy that could only be described as carnal lust in its most calamitous form. Electricity seeped into every fiber of your being, tingling all the way down to your fingers and toes. Every muscle in your body ached for sex, more and more sex until it consumed you whole.

Subconsciously, your pace atop Raphael quickened. Your moans, muffled by Haarlep's mouth on yours, heightened in pitch and intensity. Arousal pooled beneath you, leaking onto Raphael's skin and aiding your gliding atop his hips.

Raphael leaned forward, greedily taking a nipple into his mouth while his other hand groped at your other breast roughly. Your hands flew to his head, your fingers digging into his soft hair as you pulled him further against you. You practically mewled when his hot tongue ran over the bud, letting his sharpened teeth scratch your sensitive skin as he sucked.

Your core felt dangerously aflame with a mounting pleasure surging through every inch of your body. Haarlep released your lips, eyes burning into yours to watch his spittle work its magic on you. With his hand still on your throat, his other hand tickled the skin along your spine as it snuck down your back.

In your haze of primal desire, you almost didn't notice Haarlep's fingers swipe at the puddle of your own wetness beneath you, until you felt those fingers smear the slick over your unused hole. Still holding his stare, your eyes widened at the realization of what the next act of your "torrid affair" truly was.

Raphael intended to stuff you full of two cocks, both of which he would be feeling inside of you.

Your mouth dropped open, attempting to stutter out any protest you could think of in the moment, but your words—or lack thereof—were cut short by the hand around your throat quickly moving up. Your jaw was abruptly encapsulated by Haarlep's large hand, muffling any noise you could make.

"Hush now," his voice rumbled in your ear, sending more tingles down your spine. Your labored breathing through your nostrils sounded loud against his hand. "Don't you want to be a good little mouse for your master?"

At the word, Raphael released your breasts, paying his full attention to the interaction between you and Haarlep. You felt him pull away, and your frantic eyes locked with his in a silent plea. You had never had any lovers use that particular hole; you weren't ready for it to be intruded upon.

But the spittle in your veins begged for more.

The tip of Haarlep's cock pressed into the tight ring of muscle, and the feeling was... strange, to say the least. You never used this hole in any pursuits of passion, you never thought to. It was uncomfortable, but the member still being coated in your slick made it easier to take.

The stretch as he pushed in farther burned more than it did in your cunt, and low, pained moans slipped past your lips in response, still muffled by Haarlep's hand.

You stilled your movements, unable to continue grinding with this new sensation distracting you. Your inner walls throbbed around the two cocks, and you could feel the sweat covering your skin, spurred on by the heat of the two infernal bodies surrounding you. With your eyes still on Raphael's, your chest heaved with deep, ragged breaths.

"It seems our little thief needs some aid," Raphael said, his voice more gravelly than before. He removed his hands from your waist, allowing Haarlep's hands to take his place, and you sucked in a sharp breath the second your mouth was freed.

"Sing for us, little mouse," Haarlep whispered in your ear before he forced you down by the waist, plunging the two cocks deep into you.

You shrieked at the pain, and tears gathered in the corners of your eyes. The stretch, the burning, the stinging; it was too much. But you were not granted a moment of reprieve when Haarlep effortlessly lifted you and shoved you down repeatedly.

The spittle in your system felt like a godsend now, easing the pain and turning it into a plethora of pleasure as the ridged cocks ground together with the only barrier between them being your slick inner walls. You continued to wail, it being the only sound your used, feeble body could make.

Your eyelids fluttered, struggling to stay open as your vision blurred from your tears.

But Raphael would not allow your eyes to close. He wiped the sweat-soaked strands of hair from your face before gripping your jaw with a grip that almost crumbled the bone.

"Eyes. On. Me."

The dam finally broke, and the tears leaked down your face inn warm streams as you blubbered, "I- I can't. T-too much."

He laughed coldly in your face, his broad chest bouncing with the deep chuckle. "Thieves must be punished, dear. Is this not a merciful punishment? Would you rather I skin you? Maim you, hm? Make you bleed?"

You sobbed, your body shaking. You couldn't even tell if it was cries of pleasure or cries of terror; you were too far gone as the devil and his incubus abused your frail, mortal body.

That familiar string winding tight in your lower belly once more was the hint that it was, in fact, cries of immense pleasure, the kind of body-wrecking pleasure that you could never experience with another mortal soul.

Raphael could feel you tightening around him, and the sight of his favorite little misadventurer, his dearest thief, falling apart so beautifully under his claws...

This image of you would make the most wonderful painting to adorn his grand halls.

Haarlep felt it too, and his response to it was to quicken his forceful pace of shoving you down on him and Raphael. His hold on you was so tight that his claws dug into your sides, and small beads of blood trickled down your sweaty skin, not that you even noticed in the moment.

The rapidity of being shoved on two cocks and the pressure of them digging into every soft spot inside of you had you racing towards a powerful orgasm. You could see in Raphael eye's that he was near his own end with his quick grunts and heaving chest. His hold on your jaw loosened and changed to a gentle holding of your chin, keeping your teary eyes on him throughout all of this, while his other hand sought out your clit once more. He wanted to feel you come apart.

And come apart, you did.

With one last wail, a tsunami of blindingly hot pleasure surged through you, sending every nerve into overdrive. Your walls squeezed the two cocks tightly, and every continual shove down on them resurged the bliss until your body was convulsing.

The squeeze of your cunt and sound of your cries pulled his orgasm out of Raphael, and his lips parted. In a chorus of low and sultry noises, you felt him and Haarlep come inside of you in tandem, the molten heat of infernal seed filling up both of your holes.

When they finally stilled, Haarlep released his grip on your waist, and you instantly keeled over, landing against Raphael's chest with a barely-audible whine. You were exhausted, out of breath, and slick with sweat and a faint amount of your own blood.

Raphael's breathing returned to a normal pace almost immediately, and you listened to the heavy beat of his steady heart to ground yourself back to reality. He let you lay on him for a moment and stroked your hair rather gently, unusual considering how cruel he tended to be.

Haarlep noticed this, eyeing his master with a suspicious gaze. Has the devil gone soft for a mere mortal, and a thieving one no less?

Raphael motioned to dismiss Haarlep with a wave of his hand, not even giving the incubus the dignity of a verbal dismissal.

Haarlep pulled out of you, his seed spilling out of your used hole. A whine hitched in your throat at the motion as you tried to control your breathing. He slipped off of the bed and gave Raphael one last mischievous glance before disappearing in a quick haze of sparkling flames.

Once you were alone with Raphael, his hand reached for your face, lifting your head up to meet your tired eyes. “You did very well, little mouse. You’ve proven time and time again to be far more resilient than I originally gave you credit for.”

Your arms trembled as you lifted yourself off of his chest. All of the doubt and fear you had tucked away when the pleasure rolled in came flooding back. “What’s going to happen to me?”

He smirked at your nervousness. He twirled a strand of hair around his finger while he murmured with his smooth, deep voice, "You will rest in the House of Hope tonight, little thief. And tomorrow, you will be back on the road with your merry band of misfits. I still need the Crown, and how very lucky for you that I still have your contract."

The contract. The very item you were caught stealing. You were still merely a pawn in his overarching game of chess, but he was right.

How lucky for you that your services were still needed.

[snoopsnoop07]

Francis (milk man) x reader or something ig

Guys this is a joke😔😔😔😜😜😜

⚠️WARNING SUPER SAD DONT READ IF UR SAD⚠️

Angst to smut😭😭😔😔😔🕊️🧍‍♂️🕊️🕊️🕊️

“What do you mean you’re leaving?” I protest to him grabbing his hand. The moon was illuminating the train station while me and Francis were facing each other in front of the train that was getting ready to leave. My blue orbs meet with his brown eyes as he looks at me with guilt. “I’m sorry my love, when I get home I promise I will stay with you forever, I really love you” he lifts the hand that I’m holding and kisses my wrist. My grip loosened up and he walked in the train “I promise to meet you again. Please wait for me” he waves goodbye from the window of the train. I wave goodbye with tears in my eyes and watch him leave.

TIME SKIP 69 years later

Music is playing from the radio. Specifically weezer as I bake chocolate chip cookies to cleanse my mind. As I put them in the oven waiting for my husband to come home. I’m super ecstatic at the thought of seeing him again. I decided to turn on the tv to pass the time. As I flip through the channels my eye catches the news channel. “Today we reported that a train heading to our city exploded. We don’t have any reports on the survivors. We will update you later this evening.” Wait. I thought to myself. “My husband is on that” I leaped up in the air and immediately called his cellphone. But before anyone could pick up I heard a knock on the door. The doorman doesnt let doppelgängers inside the building. I rushed to open the door and before I could say a word Francis wrapped his arms around my waist and kissed me passionately and desperately. “I…I missed you…” he whispered between kisses.

⚠️SMUT PART.. RN!!😝😝😜😜😜🐷🐷😡🥰🇺🇸😈🕊️🦅👉⚠️

He gently leads me more into our apartment as he closes and locks the door. His kisses stop and start again but this time on my jawline down to my neck “Francis… shouldn’t we continue this in our bedroom?” He stops and looks at me with his sleepy eyes. Suddenly I feel his hand on my back and carries me to our bedroom bridal style. “I missed you so much sugar pie..” he says “I’m sorry for leaving you back then…. But I came back for you” he opens the bedroom door with his back and gently lays me on the bed. He starts to unbutton my shirt as he kisses my neck “please… let me do all the work” his tone had a slight whine. Then he pins me down and starts kissing my collarbone as his fingers trace down to my bra and then he unhooks it. I haven’t felt like this for so long but I feel eager, Francis notices and starts to take his own shirt too. Quickly he takes off your jeans out of desperation to see you. He starts to leave hickeys on my chest and neck as he massages one of my breasts. “Just relax sugar… that’s how it feels to ride an f150…” he whispers into my ear and kisses my forehead. He goes down towards my thighs and kisses them as he stares at me with a lustful and hungry expression. “Please sugar plum let me taste you…” he begs as he takes off my panties slowly. Again starting to kiss my thighs and gently biting them. Which makes me let out small moans. He trails kisses down towards my core. He swipes his tongue passionately through it which makes me whimper a bit. “You taste so good… please let me eat you more… you can take it right?” I couldn’t even say a complete sentence before he started to completely eat me out. It was too good. Yippie! “So pretty… just for me” he whispers while munching. He then starts to move his tongue quicker, yeowch! “Please… cum already… I want it NEOOOWWW” Suddenly I SQUIRTED all over his face!!! “Now darling.. tell me. Put a finger if you can squirt!” *puts a finger down* “good grill~” he trails kisses towards my chest now “i-i need to be in you.. He whimpers out. “Please” I nod in agreement. He gets up and quickly unbuckles his belt and yanks off his jeans. I can see through his bulging boxers that he’s ready to RUMBLE. He takes off his boxers and HOLY CRAP HIS DINGALING CHICKEN DRUMSTICK SPRINGS UP IN EXCITEMENT AND IT'S BIGGER THAN DRAKES!!! “Donald trump… if you can hear us, please save us..” I start to pray quietly. I open my legs like a turkey in a thanksgiving meal. He lines up with me and SLOWLY shoves it in, ouchies!!! He whimpers as he goes BALLS DEEP EVERYONE, CHEEKS CLAPPING!! He starts to thrust slowly making sure it doesn’t hurt yayyy! So I start to beg “Francis please go faster… I need to know how it’s like to ride an f150” then I flip him over so I’m the alpha male, Rawr!! Then I start to ride him going up and down so I know how to ride a ford F150. Yippie! His slender hands grab my hips and POUNDS me deep into his bawls, my back arches as he starts to guide me “good grill~ you’re so good at satisfying me…….AHHGGGGHGGG FASTER BUDDY BOY AHHHHHHHHHG~~~ MGHHHHHH” muffled screams fortunately weren’t heard through the apartments soundproof room. “I’m about to COMBUST” same!!! Then we both bust a nut!!! Yippie the end!!!……. OK GUYS GO LIKE AND SUSCRIBE TO THE AWESOME CHANNEL. POG CHAMP🗣️🔥🔥🔥

[iowiymiw]

i do think it’s interesting re: silverflint every time one of them notices their dynamic shift in some way in season two they will go for the throat and try to cut the other one down at the very core of their being. like flint asking silver what the crew thinks of him when he regains captaincy, the first time he ever has really shown any respect or trust for silver’s judgment. silver’s first instinct is to mock him for being such a terrible person whose done so many bad things while simultaneously extremely sensitive about how people perceive him. meanwhile, when silver is trying to convince flint the gold’s missing and tells him he has second thoughts about their partnership and his place on the crew, flint’s first instinct is go for a similarly deep insult, telling him “where else would you wake up in the morning and matter?” yeowch! and both the things they comment on are things they find the most disturbing about the other: silver finds flint to be a hypocrite and liar but more importantly hates how he genuinely cares enough about morals to allow it to weaken him when he does wrong by his own standards. and flint finds silver’s “self-preservation” and obvious two-facedness as a coward’s excuse for having no real identity.

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SPOILER WARNING FOR MURDER DRONES EPISODE 7

literally analyzing details i noticed with everything being spoiled watch the episode first it was so good

sorry this is all over the place loll if you want to know how i feel about this episode this clip does a very nice job at explaining it

things i noticed my first rewatch yaayyyy

funi compilation

“foreshadowing” that’s really just confirming things early if you find it compilation (photo of Uzi as a baby and Nori drawing herself and Tessa being a solver object)

more subtle foreshadowing

just cool stuff i wanted to mention unrelated to lore compilation

jumpscare very spooky image and i love how N still has his whimsy ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

yeowch i didn’t hear what he was saying before :( no you don’tttt 😭😭😭😭

foreshadowing N killed Nori maybe?

oof so the other disassembly drones didn’t get their personality’s back?

biggest sigh of relief he’s safe my boy is safe

oh so she didn’t diiii-ooohhhh never mind she may be dead now (edit- no yep that was her core she’s gone)

so they didn’t let her in that’s good for the humans

confirmation this is Cyn

so thaaats who was on the poster

it seems like the solver tried to take N over but was blocked by the different admin

what does this mean only half of the people in the cabin fever labs get corrupted?

so was the flashback him on earth?

did Cyn escape copper nine or was this not a solver hallucination and

or maybe this is still a hologram but showing what it will be like soon

final ep? 😭😭😭😭

well to be fair TADC is gonna become my new special intrest anyways but this show will always hold a place in my heart as my favorite snd im glad we had such a long hiatus so i can enjoy having an ongoing show for longer

[thecourtscorkboard]

The Lost Turnabout (2-1)

Phoenix Wright is called to defend a police officer in her boyfriend's murder. There's just one problem: he's lost his memory!

Welcome to Justice for All! We start off with The Lost Turnabout, involving the murder of a police officer, a proactive defendant, and a head injury resulting in amnesia. Will we remember this case's glory, or will we forget all about it when 2-2 rolls around? Let's take a look!

THE CORE CAST:

Phoenix Wright: Phoenix emerges from semi-retirement; what could've caused him to hide his face after SL-9, though?

Winston Payne: Winston returns as the prosecutor for this case, just as screechy as ever.

Maya Fey: Maya briefly returns as our co-counsel later in the case. A spiritual medium in training, she hasn't changed a bit!

THE MAIN CAST:

Maggey Byrde: A rather unlucky police officer and the defendant for this case.

Richard Wellington: The man, the myth, the Richard Wellington. I quite enjoy his design.

A BRIEF RECAP

Phoenix is facing off against a giant His Honor, trying to plead for his life before being hit on the head with a giant gavel! We wake up; apparently we had an awful dream due to a new ringtone. There's somebody lurking around the corner, and just as we're getting ready... we're hit on the head with a fire extinguisher! Yeowch!

"Knew I drank too much last night..."

Trial, Day One

We get come back to our senses and are met with a police officer. This is Maggey Byrde, one of my personal favorite recurring characters in the series! The fire extinguisher we got hit on the head with has really messed us up, though: we've lost our memory! Great.

So it wasn't the sangria...

We enter the courtroom entirely unprepared. After a bit of dialogue where Phoenix very clearly is having problems but nobody really cares, Gumshoe is called to the stand; we also get a picture of the victim, Dustin Prince (who was Maggey's boyfriend at the time). Apparently, Maggey works under Gumshoe: so much for conflict of interest. Gumshoe testifies about the investigation—the victim even managed to write Maggie's name in the sand. Well, there's our first contradiction: her name is 'Maggey', not 'Maggie'. It looks like muscle memory is hard at work, as we point our figure without really realizing it: but we're starting to get back into the groove, pointing out the contradiction and getting a new testimony.

We get a new testimony from Gumshoe after His Honor asks if Dustin and Maggey really were lovers. There's some funny implications about Gumshoe's crush on Maggey here, even if the topic is sore given Dustin's death. Anyways, we press and press and press, eventually coming to the topic of a custom-made yellow baseball glove. Gumshoe presents it to the court; Maggey is about to tell us that she had to special order it for another reason, but we move on. The question is now raised: did the victim really write 'Maggie'?

Gumshoe testifies that there was sand underneath his fingernail and scratches on the nail itself leading to the conclusion that Dustin did, indeed, write the name 'Maggie'. There's just one issue with that: he wrote it with his right hand and the baseball glove that Maggey ordered goes on the right hand. It's a left-handed glove! There's no possible way that Dustin could have written the name 'Maggie'. Ergo, somebody else wrote it! Maggey seems to be exonerated, but Payne objects. He says that they've still got a witness! Court is called for a brief recess.

During the recess, we tell Maggey about our... condition. She offers to kick us in the head, we decline, and she gives us back our business card. Swell. She also tells us about an incident with a cell phone: she and Dustin had found somebody's phone and called them. Whoever was on the phone thanked her and she ended the call by telling them her name was Maggey... pronounced 'Maggie'. I wonder if this is our mysterious writer.

As we're getting ready to go back inside, guess who shows up!

MAYA!!!!!!

We don't know who Maya is, but we do get a list from her; con artists connected to the cell phone. This mysterious phone caller is starting to look more and more like our killer author! Maya makes a subtle insinuation that we're suffering from early-onset dementia before we go back into the courtroom. Time to meet this mysterious witness.

We get Maya back as our co-counsel and Payne introduces this witness as a 'drifter'. The drifter gets rather tilted about it, and good God does he like to rant. This is Richard Wellington (Dick Wellington, and a gumshoe is a wellington boot; "Dick Gumshoe", get it? I like this name a lot!), our assaulter and this case's ultimate witness. He must be our murderer!

With a Ph.D. in Twinking, as it were.

Wellington testifies that he saw Maggey after Dustin fell from a height right in front of him alongside a bundle of bananas. Very short and decisive. We already know, of course, that there weren't any bananas. There was a yellow baseball glove that would look like bananas if he was missing his glasses! We're already on the hyper-offense with this guy. If he was missing his glasses, then there's no way he could've identified Maggey. Wellington testifies again, saying that he immediately called the police station at 6:45... just over 15 minutes after Dustin died. We press him for an excuse; he says he was looking for a phone booth since he didn't have a phone.

So he did lose his phone!

It seems that he does have his phone on him, though. But why would he need to find a phone booth?! There's one right next to the body! What was he doing during those 15 minutes? Looking for his glasses... which were under the victim's body! As he fell, Dustin grabbed his killer's glasses. That's what Wellington was looking for! He's the real killer!

Wellington argues that since he doesn't know who Maggey is, he couldn't have written her name wrong or not! We know for a fact that he knew her name. After all, Maggey found his cell phone! We tell the court this information. He would know her name was pronounced 'Maggie' if he only heard it, and since that's the more popular spelling... well, baby makes two!

Payne argues that we have no motive. We know for a fact he has one, though: remember that name list? It's a list of con artists... and it was in the memory of Wellington's phone! That's why he had to kill Dustin; he was a police officer with a con artist's phone! He panicked. He thought that Dustin might run a check on his phone... or already had! Dustin laughs. There's no proof that this is his phone, is it?!

We want to check for fingerprints, but apparently we wiped it off because of the sand all over it. Wellington says that he has his phone right there, but it "glitched" and "all the numbers disappeared". He also asks us where he found his phone. When he assaulted us! He cockily tells us that we've forgotten who we are.

Who we are...?

Wait.

We have the same model of phone! What if he mixed up the phones? We present our business card to the court and tell Maya to call us.

The good news is that this establishes Maggey's innocence. The bad news is that this sets off an IED, killing everybody in Courtroom No. 8. Too bad!

Wellington is holding on to our phone. He strangles himself to near-death: earning us an acquittal for Maggey. In the aftermath of the trial, Maggey is rather distraught, blaming herself for Dustin's death. After all, her life has been a whirlwind of bad luck. Since she was 6 months old, when she fell from the 9th floor of my apartment building, she's been hit by all sorts of vehicles, gotten sick from all sorts of foods, failed at almost every test she's ever taken, experienced almost every kind of disaster, and never won or even tied at a game of tic-tac-toe! Her misfortune tends to latch on the people around her, she says. She swears to turn her life back around, though! Despite her grief, she leaves with a smile on her face, and 2-1 comes to a close.

What Really Happened?

Richard Wellington was a member of a gang of confidence artists. Maggey and Dustin found his phone, which he had lost, and were going to give it back to him. As they were, though, he saw that Dustin was a police officer. Panicking out of fear that they had searched his phone, he pushed Dustin off of the bridge they were standing on and stole back his phone. He then decided to frame Maggey, whose name he had heard over the phone, by writing her name in the sand.

THOUGHTS

I went into this remembering that I downright hated 2-1. I was pleasantly surprised at how much I actually enjoyed it; I still don't think it's very good, but it's better than I remembered.

To start with the bad, the amnesiac gimmick overstays its welcome very quickly. This is one of the only cases in the entire franchise that actively makes me cringe at times. When I first watched through PixelPartners's lets play, I actually skipped it. That's honestly the biggest issue with this case: the amnesiac gimmick is incredibly tiring, although I do like the subtle ways it rears its head like Phoenix forgetting he wiped Maggey's phone off. I think a better way to have done this case as a tutorial instead of a somewhat groan-inducing amnesia plotline was to have Maggey actually be a legal aide, like her dialogue says she could've been. That would've been fun, seeing Phoenix be a teacher two games early!

I appreciate the spike in difficulty compared to 1-1, but it's still pretty simple: one thing I think is really cool, though, is the fact that you have to point out that the baseball glove is left-handed by actually looking at the picture of it. Maggey is always a treat, and I like Maya's surprise appearance! Payne is also a welcome addition whenever he pops up.

For his part, I don't like Beef- er, Richard Wellington very much. He doesn't have a lot of character or charisma, lacking a lot of the staying power that Frank Sawhit has. The catch with the switched cell phones is also pretty easy to see coming in my opinion.

Generally, this case is rather lackluster, even if it's much better than I remember it being. Just two days ago, when writing the initial draft for this review, I said that I loathed 2-1 and considered it one of the worst in the entire series. I still think it's the weakest opening case, but that's definitely not for lack of trying. It does what it does well, but has a few more obvious issues compared to other openers.

Next time, we'll cover 2-2: Reunion, and Turnabout. See you guys then!

Final Rating: 4/10

FAVORITE LINES

(Nowhere to hide... I'm sooo dead...) - Phoenix Wright, after Gumshoe is called to the stand

"Oh my go-- NOW I REMEMBER!!" - Phoenix Wright, after Wellington reminds us where he found his phone

"Take that!" "Why, thank you. Here, please have one of mine." - Phoenix Wright and His Honor, exchanging business cards

CASE RANKINGS

The Lost Turnabout (4/10)

[keo-k]

sometimes i think i wasnt an injury-prone child and then i realise im gaslighting myself

tw: fair descriptions of injury?? if you dont like blood uhh dont read <3 this is just me reminiscing on being a child who thinks they cannot feel. pain. sorry if its incoherent im very sick and life feels like a fever dream and i did not sleep last night! this is so diary-entry-core TLDR i had a lot of random injuries and a few medical mysteries.

i keep looking at the middle of my chest like "man where the fuck did i get this scar from" and then i remember this one childhood day where i was filled with hubris and slid down a chain in a playground and my skin tore from under my shirt and i started bleeding terribly ill also occasionally look at the permanent callouses on my hands and remember running down a hill at full speed, followed by rolling down a hill at full speed, crashing into rocky concrete, looking down at my hands and being utterly terrified because they're entirely covered in blood???? its all red??????? also spinning on the biggest rock in the rock garden in front of my house after a friend's birthday party blowing bubbles when i lose my footing and land chin-first into the sharpest rock there, getting blood all over my favourite party dress and having to go to the ER for 6 hours and getting, not stitches, but glue. yeowie. i scratched most of the scar off somehow, just tearing the skin off my face because i didnt like the texture. its still kind of there if you look at the right angle. being in gymnastics class, doing beat swings on the high bars, thinking "whey my hands hurt im gonna drop and get some chalk (for some reason. its not like i was slipping i was just yeowch)", dropping down, looking at my hands and LO AND BEHOLD three inches of the skin beneath my ring finger on both hands is sticking up stupid vertical ! i couldnt use my hands too good for the next two weeks, also the skin sticking up WAS NOT DEAD so i couldnt trim it without feeling excruciating pain. like cutting your ear off :( not really a "when i was younger" thing, still valid now, but i have hyper mobility so im stupid flexible. especially in my ankles! like i cant do sports without wearing ankle braces on both legs. even that cannot save me sometimes, i still die. anyway my mum thought i was a piece of shit and was faking my ankle injuries bc the limping would last like. a whole month wowie! then we realised i just have bad joint. also i can hit the splits anywhere without stretching, i can walk on the literal sides of my ankles (not like. the sides of my feet no no no. go even further beyond.), i can fold my fingers backwards into silly lookin curls without any pain and keep them there no issue, and i have gotten many MANY greenstick fractures even after my bones developed a lot because my bones soft and refuse to break like a normal persons. like my basketball coach will bend my leg back to test how far it goes and i wont feel any pain and he'll say like. "oh thats waaaay too far back to be safe." and ill laugh because it can go WAY further back! and i hate it !

BONUS: ME BEING A MEDICAL MYSTERY WOOOOO up to age 8 i would have these ... seizures? all throughout the night. i would shake super aggressively and it wouldnt wake me up. my mum filmed it one night when she finally caught it on video (she would stay up HOURS ON END trying to catch it. wild). the shaking would start like a twitching at my fingers and would travel to my hand, to my arm, to the rest of my body and youd think i got fucking electrocuted. anyway she showed it to doctors and they brought me in immediately to scan my brain for fuck knows what and they didnt. find anything? like my brain activity was completely normal. they didnt let me out of hopital for a week cus theyre like "THIS ISNT NORMAL SOMETHING IS WRONG WITH THIS KID" but. womp womp. we never found out. i dont shake anymore but i do shmove a lot. like, a lot a lot. and im always tired and im capable of falling asleep standing up. and have minor chronic fatigue. also i had a bullseye-type thingy on my thigh that really, REALLY looked like a tick bite! i was in immense amounts of pain and couldnt properly walk. there was a dot in the middle, and this surrounding ring of red would expand and shrink overtime. very reasonable to think of it as a tick bite. anyway my parents carried me out to the car in the middle of the night so we could go to sick kids. they measured how much the ring would expand by (i dont remeber number. it was beeg.) and then they sent me to the ER out of the concern that i would get lyme disease. they tested me or something idk i was unconcious and. IT WASNT A TICK BITE! you may be asking "so what was it, mr gorgeous fish?" um. well heres why this is in the 'medical mystery' section. they never found out. it went away a day later and we were just like "ah. okay." so. whoops. when i was a toddler they put me in an mri thing where they uh. strapped me down because toddlers usually freak out and damage the mri thingy? anyway. was in there for two hours. and i did not freak out. at all. i was asleep for one of the hours, but the second one i just laid there very awake and very still and the doctors thought i had brain. damage. i didnt! yay ! i also have many chronic illness now. weeeee i probably missed a lot of my stories here but anyway. heres me being silly

[real-godzekiel]

REGRETEVATOR OC MABBIE INTERACTIONS

I may post a version of this with images if I have the motivation! "Template" borrowed from Pest Interactions on the Regretevator Wiki… Thank you, Pest. Round brackets for translations and square brackets for notes.

First Spawning

来啦！来啦！(Here I am! Here I am!)

你好。。。？ (Hello…?)

欢迎来到忏悔升降机官方地点。。。欢迎！ (Welcome to the official site of Repentance Lift… Welcome!)

Leaving the Elevator

We’ll meet again soon!

[Plays the chorus of 再会了 by 刘德华]

[Plays the chorus of 再见 by 小虎队]

Enjoy the ride!

This floor’s not my office… (Leaving at a floor like OFFICE OF or Stanley's Office)

Showered with the Petal Cone

感激！(I’m grateful!)

Awwwww! 嘻嘻! (Hehe!)

I am very cute. I know.

Stay tuned for more!

好吧！(O.K.!)

“You are such a great audience!"

可以了，可以了! (Enough, enough!) It’s tangling with my cables [After being showered continually by one person 10 times.]

Sprayed with the Spray Bottle, Hit with a Tomato, or Hit with a Snowball

[After a player sprays or hits Mabbie, they make a loud beeping noise. This can be avoided by turning off jumpscares.]

这就是为什么没人爱你。（This is nobody loves you.)

想听听你妈看你这样子会说些什么吗？(Do you want to hear what your mother would say if she saw you like this?)

你让我想呕。(You make me want to vomit.)

富强、民主、文明、和谐；自由、平等、公正、法制；爱国、敬业、诚信、友善。[What Mabbie said was so bad it had to be censored by the Core Socialist Values.]

我知道你家地址。 (I know the exact location of your home.)

我谢谢你全家。 (I thank your entire family for that.)

Hit with a Tomato or a Snowball 10 Times

[After a player hits Mabbie 10 times, they vomit on the floor and make a loud droning sound. The sound can be turned off along with jumpscares, too.]

口厄。。。(Uegh…)

口区。。。(Ouugh…)

Blegh… I will not apologize for that.

Pleghh… Is this what you want?

。。。这一切之后，那些仍然懂尊严的人想再听首歌吗？（After all that, do those who still understand dignity want to hear another song?)

Hit with a C4

哈哈！你真搞笑！(Haha! You’re very funny!)

我认识一个会欣赏你玩笑的阴阳怪气人。

呵呵呵呵呵呵！(Hehehehehehe!)

As you people say: YIPPIE!

What a waste of time!

Hit with a Tiny Foamer

Now, this gives me an idea!

嗷！嗷！嗷！(Ouch! Ouch! Ouch!)

哎吆喂！(YEOWCH!)

停。(Stop.)

I don’t want to play.

Flashed with a Flash Beacon

I remember the time when I would react to that.

好吧！(O.K.!)

The visual does not interfere with the auditory.

Idles

[Mabbie plays songs with their voicebox. You know this]

[Plays 大海啊故乡 by 谭晶]

[Plays 夜上海 by 周璇]

[Plays Les Premieres Souries De Vanessa by Richard Clayderman]

[Plays 老鼠爱大米 by 杨臣刚]

[Plays 夜来香 by 李香蘭]

啦啦啦！(Lalala!)

Beautiful weather today. No rain. No clouds. No wind. No air. No sun.

想妈了 (I miss my mom)

I feel sick.

Where am I?

She was not very nice but very good company indeed… when I do sleep, that is.

喵！喵！喵！喵---！(Meow! *4) Don’t mind me. Just practicing my craft…

I love everyone.

I am a very musicmaxxed adorablecore young voice actor!

The sounds… *咔嚓！(Click)* Oh. They're still here with me! 哈咯！(Hello!)

[barkingangelbaby]

woke up like "yeowch my core hurts!!" as if i didn't do 90 crunches at 15-50lbs yesterday lmao

[nudibutch]

talked about core beliefs in therapy today.... YEOWCH!!

[simiansmoke]

@emxrald-cores

"YEOWCH! That smarts!" Klump shouted in pain. He certainly wasn't expecting Donkey Kong to leap and stomp on his head like that. While still in pain he made his way over to check on Krusha. He needed Krusha's help to capture Donkey Kong.

K. Rool already made a run for it, hoping his incompetent minions would keep Donkey Kong busy long enough for him to sneak away.

"Aha! Here we are!" K. Rool found a tree with some bananas growing off of it. He started grabbing as many as he could.

"Hopefully Klump and Krusha have captured that fur bag already. With him out of the way I can call for my Kritters to get on over here and grab every single banana!"

"Don't quit your day job, loser." DK isn't in too much of a hurry to shout back at Klump as the Kremling has to struggle with pulling his helmet off his face after the stomp.

Racing along the jungle pathway, DK stops when he notices K. Rool ravaging a banana tree. Huffing, he strolls up slowly...then taps on the Kremling's shoulder. "Mind putting those back?" He growls, fur fluffing up as he prepares to jump the thief.

[glorioustimeswithdrew]

Apple Falls Far

Originally published February 27th, 2015

"What a beautiful day!  I think I'll do something evil!" *bonk* "Yeowch!"

You'd better watch your back if this apple was in town.  This was an apple that didn't have an appetite for crime stuff.  Don't be bad, or this apple'll be not so good to you.

"Hello there, apple, I have feelings in my heart that are somewhat ill-intentioned." *bonk* "Yowzah!"

This apple is red with the color of blood and vengeance.  Any hour, and daytime, it'll be possible that it can be there, and it'll be an apple that will let you know what's what.

"I'm going to get foul all up in this place!" *bonk* "Ay carumba!"

This apple got brusies and not because the farmer didn't pick it right.  It came from the tree that is good of good apples, but it is put itself into the bad because apple is a good apple for the good.

"Hey, fellahs, have you noticed this apple goin' around town?" "Yeah!  This apple is just bonkers, on account of all its bonking!" "I don't like being told I'm naughty, especially by magenta fruit!" "Who put that apple in charge anyway?  The apple isn't the king of nice stuff." "I say we turn that apple into an apple split!"

The apple sat alone in the woods, looking at its reflection from a puddle of rainwater.  The remnants of yesterday's storm, soon to be forgotten by the warmth of today.  No, the apple says in its body language of justice.  This puddle reflects apple, and this puddle is a sign of the nuh-uh finger-wagging yuckies of the universe plane.  So if apple is reflect in puddle then that makes for the apple to always see itself as stop bad because it superimposed.

"It's nighttime, now we can take down that apple!" "Somebody say something super uh-oh." "I don't like stuff."

The apple emerges, hungry, distant, ready.  The no-good-doers are armed with the finest weapons.  They attack, but this apple is hard to the core.  The apple core.  They weren't ready for the seeds of retribution.  The apple seeds.  Of retr

*bonk*

All around there's just bonking and the people are all feeling not so great.  They stare outward and at once, into themselves, their spirits fragmented into pieces of an unsolvable puzzle.  They will roam in stillness unaided by time, a nightmare festering within them, waiting for them to peel off their skins for unfathomable answers.  These were people.  They are merely masks to a dead performer.

It rains.  The apple notices the rain.  The apple cannot stop the rain.  It can never stop the rain.

A small girl wears her raincoat and boots.  She splashes about in the puddle, giggling.

The apple won't let itself live through the night.  It has one last thing to do.  It goes to the girl.  The girl looks to it.  The apple acts.

*nudge*

[yandereshingeki]

Eren could probably pick me up my my arms and swing me around and launch me across a field

[originofjaehyun]

Interlude: No More Drama | Part 2 | Kick It

Interlude: No More Drama Masterlist

Word count: 2,796

Warnings: SMUT, EXPLICIT SMUT!! who mess up with my daughter agenda by Mark Lee

Part 2 | Kick it

“The new worlds that will spread in front of me will come into me as if I can grab them”

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The sound of Seojun’s shoes rapidly tapping the floor started to tick Hanbyul off.

“Do you mind?” Hanbyul said to him, in a sarcastic tone.

“What took her so long? All she needs to do was to grab a bag, I thought she said she’s already halfway done? Did she fucked with some–yeowch!!!” Seojun screamed, unable to finish his sentence due to the flying slap you landed on him.

“I don’t fuck around with just anyone Seojun, unlike you. I bet you told them that you would drive Soyou back just to get laid.”

“That hurts!” Seojun grunts, hurt from both your speech and your action. “It’s not my fault to start doubting you when you’re taking rendezvous upstairs… wait, you’re alone?”

You’re making sure nobody noticed that you just took a gulp before answering him, “If only our friends can take care of their libidos. Don’t expect Soojung and Yerim to come home with us, I bet they’re still making out upstairs. As for Junhoe… he’s always the odd one, isn’t he?”

You don’t even have to finish your sentence because all of them share the same sentiments, laughing especially at your last sentence. After giving them Soyou’s bag, you told them you’ll go upstairs again to grab your own. Hanbyul and Mingyu are ready to accompany you when you told them to just go back home. 

“I’m not a bitch, [Y/N], what kind of friend I am to let you go back there alone?! You even just told us that Junhoe is the odd one! Who knows what kind of thing he would do to you!”

“Pfft!” You replied with a dismissive attitude. “One, we all know Junhoe is all over the moon for Yerim. Second, you are equally as drunk as them. So be a good girl and just go home, ok? Mingyu, can you please be a gentleman and make sure my friend come back home in one piece?”

Hanbyul nags and nags but eventually give in after Mingyu starts to tell her that she’s actually taking your time. They said goodbye to you and while they walked towards Mingyu’s car, you make your way to the elevator. You pretended to wait for the elevator, and standing next to you was the man you just made out with. After you heard two cars, Seojun’s and Mingyu’s, respectively, passed by, you finally let go of a sigh of relief.

“Here,” He said while giving you your purse, in which you took while not making any eye contact with him.

You’ve never done this before. Lying to your best friend, specifically for something as big as this.

You don’t fuck around with just anyone, huh, [Y/N]?

You thought to yourself, slowly fidgeting on the chain of your purse, refusing to see him in the eyes. 

It is as if he knows you’re nervous, he asked you gently, “Hey, are you ok?”

And with that, you finally locked your gaze with him. The alcohol in your system has made you an emotional person, putting your feelings on your sleeve. Tears of wary started to form in your eyes, while you still trying to smile at Jaehyun. He can’t help but letting out a soft chuckle, dimples on full display, as he saw that you’re feeling very unsure with all of these. He stretched out his arms, asking you to embrace him in which you did. He hugs you tight, and you can smell his fine fragrance, like a jazz club. You can smell bourbon out of him (so that’s what he’s been drinking), mixed with hints of tobacco scent. It’s not even two hours in, but you oddly felt very comfortable in his clasp.

“I promise you, I’m not a serial killer or some sort.” He said while stroking your head, and starts to coyly cradle you. You giggled in return, looking up at him and finally made another eye contact.

“It’s just… I’ve never done anything like this before. I probably drank too much and we might regret this the next morning. Hell, why do you sound so trustworthy when I barely even know you?” You said while burying your face to his chest.

He laughs, but the soft tone that he owns changed almost instantly.

“Look at me.”

You flinched at the sound of his baritone, dominating voice. When you meet his eyes once more, his previous soft gaze is nowhere to be found. His brown eyes set into a darker shade, and that excites you, leaving a tingling sensation, making you wanting more.

“I don’t give a damn whether you’re experienced in this or not. What I can assure you is that I want you, and I know you want something more, too.” His deep, low voice invites you in.

“Let me introduce you to something new.”

Your body freezes, not out of fear, but out of gush of adrenaline that your body produces over each word that has left his mouth. You know he’s not forcing you, but he lures you and it’s working. You’re aware if you’re going to back out, this is your final chance and he would probably understand. Then again, it seems like running away was not an option. You can’t really explain it, but you just know.

You finally nods, followed by his smirked in triumph.

“Good,” he said, as he searched for his car key in his pocket. “Wait here, I’ll grab my car.”

He practically skipped his way, finding his way to where he parked his car. Feeling victorious.

And there goes your chance to run away from Jaehyun.

–

He definitely didn’t take his time to let you admire his apartment. He immediately searches for your lips, missing how it feels on his. You welcomed him, scrunching his hair and messing it up without any care in the world. You know he’s been exercising by the way his body feels when you made out at the elevator, but you didn’t realize how strong he was as he suddenly lifts you up and pushed you to the wall in the hallway. You clung over his neck, begging for more. His kisses became more and more animalistic, he desires you. You’re not sure whether you are intoxicated by the alcohol you guys have consumed, or because you’ve been consuming one another.

He finally separates his lips from yours, only to give you a sweet whisper, forehead rested on yours.

“You’re gorgeous, absolutely gorgeous.” He hissed, continues to leave wet kisses on your jawline.

“Wait,” you stopped him from continuing while catching your breath.

“At least let’s do it in bed.” You’re asking him a favor. You opened your eyes, meeting his who’s currently indulging you.

Jaehyun does not feel like obeying other’s requests at the moment, he simply replies, “Not after what you’ve done to me, baby. I want you, and I want you now.”

He starts to grind his hips to yours, for you to feel his growing member. You welcomed his movements with a moan, only to excite him in return. The layers of clothes in between you guys surely in the way, but you can feel the firmness of his cock, making you moan in pleasure.

“Jaehyun, put me down.”

“I want to make you feel good too.”

For the first time in the night, he listens to you. You started to unbuckle his belt, unzip his pants to expose his shaft, stiff from all of the stimulations. The tip is bright red, glistening from his pre-cum as if it is a signal for you to kneel and start kissing his cock.

“Fuck,” he lets out a groan, only making you doing more.

“Who taught you this, baby girl? You like taking my cock in your mouth?”

Normally you wouldn’t like it when a man talking down a woman like that, however, all those words just dampen your underwear even more. 

You bob your head, occasionally let out a small gag sound as his cock reached your throat. Every time it does, his cock twitches, desperate as the walls in your mouth coil around him.

“Shit, [Y/N], you’re going to make me cum like this.”

“Then cum for me, baby.” You said to him as you continue to lick him.

After your approval, he becomes more ruthless with each of his thrusts. Your tongue dances inside, only making his moans louder. He curses and curses before letting a low groan, tilting his head back as the warm liquid starts to fill your mouth.

“Fuck, you’re so good at this.” He said while still holding your head, finally looking down at your direction. 

You sucked all the remaining cum before swallowing his seed, making him raise one of his eyebrows, impressed.

“I thought you never done anything like this, but you’re a swallower? Damn.”

You licked your lips, “It’s your fault for tasting so good, sir.”

You didn’t regret your choice of words. You know from the first time that Jaehyun loves to be in command. You know by making him the dominating one turns him on almost instantly. Igniting the beast inside him.

He pushes you, now both of you are on the floor. He begins to undress you, trailing every nook and crannies of your skin. His soft lips landed on your neck, and whenever his soft lips touch your skin, you can’t help but whimper in pleasure. He plucked every article of your clothing, leaving you only with the lacy black bra with matching black thongs.

“Fucking beautiful.” He murmurs. His hands found his way to your breast, pulling the fabric down and exposing your twin. Again, he praises your body like you’re a piece of art before helping himself and sucking your right breast, kneading your left.

“Oh God, fuck,” your moan started to mix with your heavy breathing. You’re gasping in pleasure, messing his hair as a sign that you beg for more.

“What is it, baby love?” He took a peek on you, teasing you hard while his lips are still busy playing with your nipple. “Do I make you feel good enough?”

You want more.

“More…” You said softly, all he did was to tease your breast but enough to make you drown in indulgence.

He suddenly bit your nipple. It took you off guarded, making you lose all of your reasoning as you arched your back.

“You gotta beg better, babe.” He said in a husky voice, you turning on because of him clearly turns him on too. Making his cock grows bigger. “Come on, beg for me.”

You yearn from him. You want him to fill your core.

“Fuck me, Jaehyun, please.”

He gave you a smug smile. You thought he’s going to fill you deeply, except that he lifted your hips up, making you rest on your shoulder.

“Not yet, baby girl,” he said while tugging your legs on his shoulder. “I’m not done prepping you yet.”

You jolted when you can feel him beginning to taste you. Your mind went blank. It’s like he’s been fasting for days and you are his first meal in a long while. The sound of him sucking you mixed with your love juices filled the room. He licks every inch of your fold, and your juices flow even harder when you felt his thick cock rubbing your back. You’re twitching inside, and he could sense that. He proceeds by entering both his two fingers into you and causes you to moan even harder, kicking the air mindlessly.

“Shit, [Y/N], you’re so wet.” He said while spreading your inside, making you racking your hip back and forth.

“Do you want me that much? You can already suck both of my fingers” “Yes, Jaehyun, yes!” “Tell me, what do you want me to do?” He said in a mocking tone, demanding an answer as his digits move even faster than how it already is.

“Oh God Jaehyun please fuck me, I want you inside me!”

He didn’t waste his time, ripping the condom he had on his pockets, swiftly putting it on his cock, finally entering you. As he slowly rips you open, you can’t help but to swear and continuously call his name.

“Fuck,” he lets out a low howl, “You’re so fucking tight, baby. Fuck, that feels so good.”

He continues to thrust deep into you. He pulls out his cock slowly, every time he does it is always followed by him entering you harder. You start to feel numb, feeling like Jaehyun is about to tip you into two. Each time his cock reaches your core, you feel the knot in your stomach begs to be untied. 

“Baby I’m close, fuck, Jaehyun, I’m about to cum.”

He moves closer, kissing your swollen lips sloppily, missing your touch. “Good. cum for me baby girl, I’m almost there too.”

His movement becomes rapid, repeating your name with strained grunts. You never got fucked like this before, you don’t know how he is able to make you undone with every thrust. As the walls from your pussy begin twitching, wrapping his cock, his pace becomes even wilder. “Fuck, Jaehyun, fuck!”

With his approval, you finally let go of your built orgasm. You’re on cloud nine, never know how pleasurable intercourse could give you. Your nails dig deep into Jaehyun’s skin, desperately holding onto him as your hips continuously flinched due to pleasure. You feel Jaehyun stalling inside you, giving you few thrusts as a signal for him finally spurting his cum inside, refusing to take his cock out even though he’s done.

“That was awesome.” You caressed his hair, trying to mend the mess you’ve made to his hair. You guys are both panting heavily while trying to catch your breath, with him holding your back making sure your skin does not touch the cold wooden floor. You can feel his ribcage breathes in and out, and now that you guys are touching skin-to-skin, you can feel how well-defined his abs are.

He finally looks at you and smiles, showing his signature dimples as he refuses to let you the connection you’ve made with him.

You tucked his bangs that cover his forehead, wanting to see all of his facial features. “One of my best one yet.”

He suddenly stares at you, quietly. He suddenly picks you up and carries you, while his cock still lingers inside you. You’re shocked by how his junior feels bigger again.

“Wait, you’re not done?”

The devilish smirk.

“What do you mean yet? I don’t think anyone else can make you feel this way except for me, [Y/N].” He said while lifting you up, forcing you to hold onto his neck while making sure he is still connected with you down there.

“W-wait! Jaehyun! I just cum!” You desperately negotiate with him, clearly because you’re still sensitive all over from the waves of your orgasm.

“Let’s go to bed.” He said while kissing your temples, breathing your scent that is now mixed the scent of your sweat. “It’s not enough. Hold on.”

“You’re going like this?! Jaehyun, wai-!!”

You’re unable to continue your speech as every step he made just thurst his cock even deeper to your core. You began to clenches, jolting at his every movement.

“Fuck, J-Jaehyun…” You shudder. “Take… it out…!” you meeked as you plea, panting at the side of his ears.

He grabbed your ass, mischievously squeezing it so it’ll send more pleasure to you. Your visions turn blur, drowns in him. 

“No,” He said while opening his room, “I don’t want to stop. Not tonight, baby girl. Oh, do you also realize that you’re twitching around me? Naughty girl, I know you want this too.”

He slumped you to his bed. You tried to finally catch your breath, already missing his presence inside you while he’s tying the used condom and took a new one from one of the cabinets on his side table. You finally had time to admire his apartment. It was clean, with no unnecessary items. It’s a very minimal room, you must say. Before you can scan the room even further, Jaehyun’s figure is already on top of you, ready to have more of you.

“Ah…!” You unintentionally let out a loud moan, when all he did was to spread your legs open, sliding his cock on your clit.

Grabbing one of your legs while the other hand supporting your back, Jaehyun looks at you, satisfied with the state of the mess you are. All because of him. He starts to grinds, cueing the beginning of another round.

“Baby don’t forget,” he then leans forward to kiss you, and then his hands start to moves, teasing your clit. “This is mine, all mine. Now, come into me.”

A/N: Did I cringed a bit when I wrote let me introduce you to a new thangs? I PROBABLY DID ASJNABJHBDJHS I’m not sure whether I’m good at writing smutty things but I tried guys honestly I have to close my laptop back and forth because I was very shy when I wrote this? lol anyway I hope you’ll appreciate the tiny lyric placements here and there lol this is so hard BUT WHEW at least it was hot on my head lollllllllllll

[cloud-hopping]

19/5/2021

procrastination lightsaber thoughts

[id: drawn on the top half of the page is a lightsaber. it has a blade with a green core and blue surrounding it. parts of the blade are flickering like a flame. below it is a more detailed depiction of the grey hilt, which has a blue dial positioned above an on/off switch with a red knob.

the black italicized text, in order from top to bottom, left to right, reads:

“Lightsaber that’s just a modified flashlight/torch (a remote, even).”

“ok the little effects here imply that this is some sort of flameblade... cool.”

“dial for output strength.”

“on/off switch.”

“access port (battery compartment for uhh star wars AA equivalents).”

“unscrewy thing at bottom. no reason why.”

“dial for output strength with settings from ‘ouch’ to ‘yeowch!’”

—and in smaller text below that: “maul: yeowch!”

“on/off switch with a knob that looks suspiciously like a big red button...”

end id.]