#i kinda hate how this looks but mhhh

[inkiedraws]

 I’ve been obsessed with how jack is drawn in the storyboards and hopefully i captured his skrunkliness just right.

[lizzieislife94x]

Don't Ever Say Thats (w.m)

Requested <3

WandaG!PxFem Reader

TW: kinda self hate, hating appearance ect just incase anyone is triggered by this.

Y/ns POV: 

I stand infront of the mirror naked freshly showered as I can't stand the sight infront of me I hate my body, I poke at my stomach and giggle looking at my thighs with a sigh before grabbing an over sized tee and shorts pulling them on walking out into the livingroom "hey baby" I say with a smile as I lean down and kiss my girlfriend climbing into her lap instantly feeling safe and secure I cuddle into her neck as she rubs my back soothingly "hey beautiful are you ok did you have a nice shower" I nod into her neck enjoying the way her fingers run up and down back "mhhh nap and back tickles please" I whisper against her neck as she holds onto my ass standing up with me in her arms causing me to giggle "anything for my babygirl" she says with a huge smile as I look into her eyes "fuck I love you" I say biting my lip to contain my smile she places me onto the bed as I lean up grabbing her top pulling her down ontop of me "I love you too baby so fucking much" and with that I kiss her passionately as she moves her position making me moan Into her mouth as I feel her clothed dick rest against my clothed core she smirks against my lips as she whispers "behave honey back tickles and naps remember" I giggle and as she rolls over off of me and I quickly take my tee off as I do I catch myself in the mirror and cringe before quickly turning on my stomach exposing my back to wanda she starts to tickle my back as her eyes take me in I sigh content as my eyes close and I fall into a comfortable sleep as she tickles my back. 

3 hours later

I woke up with wanda cuddling into my naked chest her face buried into my boobs I giggle and play with her hair as I look down admiring her she always ends up sleeping with her face in my boobs and the fact it makes her feel safe and content makes my heart glow she slowly stirs awake not moving from her position "mhh boobies" she hums as she places a gentle kiss on my right boob making me giggle "you wake up in my boobs all the time every morning or even if its a nap its nothing new baby" she looks up at me still not moving "but it's my favourite thing I love waking up here it makes me feel safe plus I can hear your heart beating so it calms me" I gently cup her cheek as my smile grows looking at the women of my dreams "fuck I gotta pee" she groans I push her gently to get up as I laugh she gets up and walks to the bathroom my eyes run over her half naked body as I bite my lip mmh she's perfect I get up and walk to the mirror looking at my body again I push my shorts down and turn to look at my ass and hate what I see "what are you doing honey" wandas sweet voice hits my ears I don't look up as I continue judging myself "looking at my disgusting body its gross"

I say sadly as wanda walks behind me she runs her hands up my body as I lean back into her "you are perfect your body is perfect, say it" I shake my head looking down as her hands brush over my boobs making my nipples harden "I can't say it because it's not true" she starts to kiss my neck before biting making me moan "oh my sweet baby don't ever say that youre fucking perfectly perfect your body is fucking sexy I love everything about you, I think I should fuck you right here right now and make you watch as I show you how perfect you are" I moan and slowly grind my ass into her hardening cock "mmmh fuck baby ok" I moan as she smirks pinching both my nipples at the same time as I let out a squeal of pleasure she slides her hands down my body pushing my panties down "mmh so fucking beautiful baby" her eyes drinking in every inch of my body I bite my lip looking into her eyes through the mirror "get rid of the boxers baby I need to feel you, please fuck me daddy" she moans and quickly discards her boxers once they're gone she steps closer her dick pressing into my ass as she pushes me forward bending me over "babygirl your eyes stay open the full time I want you to watch as I fuck your pretty little cunt ok" I moan as I feel her tip rubbing my dripping entrance "please daddy" I beg as I watch both of us in the mirror as she pushes her dick inside me slowly the feeling of her stretching my cunt making me moan louder "fuck baby I wish you could see what I see and see how beautiful it is" I close my eyes moaning "eyes open slut I want you to watch as I pound your little cunt I want you to see how fucking incredibly beautiful you are" I open my eyes staring at myself as she pounds into my cunt at a bruising force my tits bouncing in time with her thrusts and for some reason it's turning me on so fucking much "yes oh fuck yes oh god daddy right fucking there don't stop" I scream as her hand comes to my throat squeezing perfectly "mmmh fuck my little slut likes that huh you like it when I pound your little cunt raw" I nod as words fail me my legs trembling as she repeatedly hits my gspot I swear she knows my body more than I do "oh fuck baby your so fucking beautiful I'm the luckiest girl in the world youre perfect and I love you" she moans into my ear fuck I love this woman "mmmh fuck baby I love you too" I moan as I feel her thrusts getting sloppy letting me know she's close "daddy please fuck me please fill my unprotected cunt make me yours forever" I groan feeling my own orgasm snapping sending me wild as my legs shake and screams leave my lips I look into wandas eyes through the mirror her gorgeous green eyes black with lust as her hips snap faster hitting deeper inside me she picks up her pace and after a minute I feel her cumming deep inside me as she wraps her arms around me pulling me close to her holding me up as shes shooting her load it sends me over the edge again, she stays deep inside me for a few minutes until our orgasm calm before she slides out causing me to groan "fuck baby your so fucking perfect and ill tell you every day so you believe it" she says carrying me to the bed as I blush and smile pulling her down so we're cuddling "I love you" I whisperas we spend the whole day in bed cuddling watching movies talking andlaughing making sweet memories together.

AN: ill get a few of the requests out today I know I was supposed to do it yesterday but bc we booked a holiday me and my friends ended up going out to get holiday clothes and stuff so I'll get them done today 😊 I hope you enjoy it all feedback is welcome and I hope your all having a great day/night 😘 word count is 1.3k 

[chansshands]

FOUR RULES

Pairing: bangchan x fem!reader

Tags: smut, dom!chan, oral sex, fem!receiving, I think that’s it

Author note: kinda rushy, especially the ‘smut’ part but since English it’s not my first language I don’t know how to write and express what I have in my mind in English, because I think about what I want to write in Italian and traslate it English in my head, but it’s not the same, i find it cringe this kind of stuff in Italian so😂😭

I swear I’m going to be better I have to be more confident in my English, no one it’s going to die if I made a mistakes right?

-✉️

I’m so insicure about my English, as I said it’s not my first language and I’m always scared to make mistakes or stuff like that, so if you find mistakes please let me know, I’ll be thankful and also my English will improve!

-✉️

“You know that you’re in trouble?”

He asks while driving at his place.

You don’t answer, you don’t want to because you know that it’s your fault if it’s mad, horny and with a boner.

You didn’t do anything bad, just put your hand on his thigh, and rub it up and down occasionally, at dinner and in front of the kids, but that’s not the problem, the problem it’s that you know that he hates when you tease him in front in public, especially in front of the kids, but who pay attention to this stupid little rule? Exactly, no one, especially not a brat like you.

“I didn’t do anything wrong”

You say putting once again you hand on his thigh

“Y/n stop it”

“Mhhh, why so serious?”

“Because I have a boner, and I had it for the last hour. In front of the of the kids, and take your hand off my thigh please”

You try to not to laugh, but you can’t, you giggle a little

“Okay, you’re fucking with the wrong person y/n, you’re lucky that we’re at home, run inside before I fuck you in front of the neighbors”

“Okay, I’ll wait you in the bedroom love”

You kiss him on the cheek before leaving the car and literally run inside, you run upstairs and sit on the bed waiting for him, you don’t even undress because you know how much he loves to take off your clothes.

Couple of minutes later he enter into the room the two of share, he’s mad, you know it, from the way he looks at you and from the way that he leaning at the door frame, with, hands in his pocket.

“Stand up”

He says

“Mhh, my feet hurts because of the heels”

“I said stand up”

“And I said no”

“You fucking brat, stand up”

“Okay, okay”

You stand up and walk towards him

“See I’m front of you, what are gonna do right-“

He doesn’t let you finish, he starts kissing you, his hands going up and down on your body, he lift you up and you wrap your legs around him, you can feel his boner.

He walks towards the bed, your back is touching the fresh sheets right now.

“You know what’s about to come right?”

He says stop kissing you

“Yes, and I can’t wait”

“You’re such a brat”

“And you love it”

You say

“Please take this dress off me, I wanna feel you inside of me, please”

“No, I don’t think so, I wanna play a little”

“Oh c’mon”

“Hips up for me baby”

You do as he said, he roll lift up your dress and take off your panties. He kiss your inner thighs, sucking here and there, you know that you’re going to have marks all over them tomorrow but you don’t care; he lick your pleasure center

“Fuck Chan”

“What was that?”

He lift his head up

“What?”

“Did you say fuck?”

“No, Nono you misheard me”

“Oh yeah?”

“Mhmh”

“Which are my four rules? You remember them?”

“Yes, yes I do”

“So?”

“One: no swear words”

He kiss your clit

“Two: don’t make a sound”

He’s eat you out now

“T-three: br-br-breathe”

You cover your mouth with one hand, trying to stay quiet as possible, even if you want scream his name out loud

“F-uc-, f-ou-four: ask permi-ask permission to cum”

“Such a good girl”

“And sweet, you taste so sweet you know that”

“Fuck Christopher, I’m gonna cum, can I cum? Please?”

He doesn’t answer, he’s edging you

“Please, Chris, I-I don’t think I can-please, can-can I cum?”

“Okay, baby, cum for me, cum for Chris”

When you have his permission you cum, shivers going down your spine, you already broke rule number one so you just cover your mouth, trying to keep your moans as quiet as possible

“You broke rule number one”

He says sitting next to you

“I know I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to”

He kiss your lips

“So, what my punishment?”

You ask, looking at him

“No sex, for a week”

“What? Why? No, what about you? What about your boner?”

“I’m fine, but you. You can’t feel me inside of you for week”

“Fuck”

He laugh

“Fuck, again, fuck”

“Okay, two weeks”

“Fuc-“

You cover your mouth with one hand

“Okay, okay, no sex for two weeks”

“I’m sorry”

You kiss him

“It’s okay, let’s take a shower so I can clam down”

“I feel sorry”

“About what?”

He asks standing up, offering his hands to stand up

“Your boner, it’s not midnight yet, so the two weeks may be starts from tomorrow”

“Mhh, okay”

He smiles at you

“Again, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to say fuck”

You literally slap your mouth

“Sorry”

He laughs at you, showing his dimples

“C’mon, let’s go or I’m going to have blue balls, and I don’t want them”

“I love you”

He says

“I love you too Channie”

[sashi-ya]

OMFG FOR YOUR DARK CORNER EVENT PLS MAY I ASK FOR BRAT TAMER SMOKER WHO'S LIKE HARDCORE BDSM, LALE AND I ARE JUST 🥵🥵🥵 ILY ASJKFFIHEHWHD

So to my future colleague... I hope this fic helps you feel better during these studying days 💁🏻‍♀️😈 Enjoy my sweetheart!! 💖 ~

😈💜Sashi's Dark Corner💜😈

NSFW ~ Smoker x F! Reader ~ Brat Tamer Captain

tw: NSFW. BDSM. Usage of gags and riding crop. Hard sex. Bratty sub/ hard dom. Face fucking. Masturbation. Hair pulling. Squirting. Spanking. Mild degrading and name calling. Cum swallowing and kinda of impregnation kink. Explicit as fuck.

wc: 1.3K

Like this event? masterlist ~

He comes back from work, a stressful day as a Marine Captain has left him tired. She waits for him, always so eager to bother him, like the good brat she is totally naked. His leather gloves, she pleads for him to keep them on. Strings from saliva fall from her mouth as the heart shaped gag muzzles her voice and keeps her lips apart. She wants to be punished…

“I’m tired, not today” Smoker tells her, while he takes his heavy jacket off. You can’t speak, the gag ball heart prevents you from doing so, but you can communicate just fine. You want him to play with you, now.

You crawl, like a cat, towards his lap on all fours. Grazing your breasts against his leg, “mhhh” you moan just to make him want you. “Told you, brat. I’m tired…” he says, brushing your hair back, enjoying the way your mouth looks with such a beautiful artifact.

But you want him. Yes, you want him.

You turn around and crawl a little away from him. Right there on the kitchen’s floor you sit and spread your legs, showing at him your sex, wet, dripping, needy. “Mghh…” you moan, taking your hand towards it. Up and down, forming litmus strings with your arousal honeys in between your fingers. A sexy depiction of neediness and lustful intentions.

Smoker sits back on the chair, sighing. “You will push all my buttons, right?” he asks, crossing his legs… he is getting hard, definitely. You nod, “uhum…”. Sticking one finger in and out, you smirk. Twice. Knowing too well the captain hates you deciding by yourself. He is the one who guides your body, no finger goes inside you without him ordering you.

And you are definitely playing with fire now.

“Did I allow you to touch yourself?” he asks, bending forward and resting his elbows over his thighs. You giggle, tracing circles over your clit, making your inner thighs tremble and your mouth drool. “So you are playing the brat, I see…” he states, feeling the palm of his hand itchy for some spanks. “Stop touching yourself” he orders, but you ignore it and instead do it harder, and moan louder.

He stands up and walks up to you. Blowing the smoke of his cigars in your face he makes you stop by grabbing your arm and pulling you up. “Stand up, I told you to stop” he commands. His strong arms can lift you up like a feather. “Turn around” he says, pushing you towards the kitchen table, with your belly against the wooden material of it.

“Stay there, if you dare to move, I can assure the punishment will be more painful… I won’t fuck you even if you beg for it” he communicates you, and even if you are all about being a disobedient bitch for him, there is no way you would risk him not fucking you. “Uhum” you moan, as the gag won’t let you speak, and your jaw starts to feel tired.

His heavy boots’ steps resonate all around the house as he walks up to the room. You wonder what’s today’s pick… the flogger, a paddle, the cane or the riding crop? “Let’s see how he is feeling today…” you think, grazing yourself against the edge of the table to give your core release. You’ve been waiting for him all day, it’s not easy holding back for so many hours ~

He is back, you can perceive his powerful aura from even the stairs. You dare to look to the side, just to get a sneak peek of which instrument he has chosen. “Ah… the riding crop. Classic” you think, eager to feel the stinging pain of the small square of leather and the slight trepidation of being hurt by the stick itself… Those red marks… oh, those red marks that last for at least some days…

… but you don’t care, the pain and the fear, the submission and the punishment arouses you… and him.

Smoker hits his palm with it, as if he was warming the leathery chastising object before using it on your ass. “Good girl, at least you stayed still now” he says, now grazing so softly the tip of the crop up and down your back. From your nape to the small of your back. You know the stinge will come, but you don’t really know when, since he keeps moving it.

You purr, moving your ass side to side in a tempting, alluring, sinful motion. “Did I tell you to move, brat?” he asks, and before you could answer with a simple whine, the leathery strap engraves in your buttocks’ skin in a violent, painful motion. They say pleasure and pain are felt in the same area of your brain… you confirm it’s true. “Nghh…” you whimper, with your skin on fire and the sides of your mouth brilliant from the saliva.

“Are you going to behave? hum? you just can’t have dick everyday” he reminds you, pulling from your hair back to make you look at him. You fight against his grip, because you want dick every day, who doesn’t?

You deny with your head, you ain’t behaving. “Guess I’ll have to tame you then” he sighs, as if using your body to discharge the stress of the day was an awful job. “Come on, on your knees, bitch” he commands, giving you a last spank with the riding crop and making you kneel on the ground.

He lets for a second the crop over the table to simply unzip his jeans and free his sex. Hard, swollen, red, dripping, big. You can help but drool even more by the imagery in front of your eyes. “I imagine by now your jaw is perfectly opened for me to fuck you, isn’t it?”. You nod, avid for tasting the salty product of his arousal.

He unties your gag, it feels like a sudden relief… yet not for so long. “Come closer” he commands, using the stick on your back to bring your mouth closer to his dick. “Open big and hands on your back”.

Leather gloves graze your cheeks, and tightly tangle your hair around them. He sticks his sex, mercilessly up until your throat, face fucking you with such brutality you gag, drool, cry. On and on and on. Your core turns swollen, pulsating, dripping wetness… a lot. Your jaw feels even more tired, you feel your mouth fill with sticky release and his grunts accompanying that. “Swallow, now” he orders, and you comply. Warming your throat as it goes down, his cum is always well received.

“Good girl, look at your dripping pussy… Such a horny whore… let me fuck that arousal out of you” he says, smirking and pulling you up once again from your hair and throwing your trembling body against the table. “Spread” he commands, separating your legs with his knee and doing the same with your labia and his leathery fingers.

The captain lets his pants fall down into the ground and pumping his shaft a couple of times, he shows you he is indeed once again hard. “Will you hold it all inside, won't you?” he grunts guiding the tip into your entrance. “Y-yes, master” you moan, at this point about to come just by the anticipation of his huge dick inside you.

Smoker impales you, brutally. Using the riding crop, he makes you bite it. He grabs from each side, pulling your head back and giving you hard thrusts. You look like an animal, like a beast. He fucks you leaving marks on the commissure of your lips, you throw your eyes back, leaving them blank, body almost going limp. Sex so big, stretching your walls, hitting the perfect spot… ultimately making you come, shouting, trembling, squirting the base of his dick and the floor under you.

The marine comes too, filling your womb up with a new load of warm release. He does not pull off until the last drop is out of him, he wants you full, almost about to explode, he wants you to hold it in…

“Good girl, brat” ~

[mechmech]

Ok so I know this is like my first post but I’ve been working on it cause a friend did it for their dnd character and I was like this could be fun and give people some insight. Questions wandered as Mecha 1-100

Smell like: oil, sweat, and more recently baby spit-up

Voice: Not many people will understand this fem-V from cyberpunk. Sorta gravely

Motivator: Research mostly. Finding out new things and applying them. More recently though her kid and making a better world for them.

Most embarrassing memory: She doesn’t like to share this story, but when she was younger and moved around with her sister mecha, she was afraid to GO in the woods because she accidentally wandered onto a farmer’s land and was caught pantsless.

How do they react to pain: “ You wanna hit me go ahead, just stay away from the hands and eyes” She can deal with a great deal of physical pain but when it comes to emotions and others she is like a mage named Corren

Wear: Normally throughout the day, she wears her metal armor. Outside of her armor, she wears a simple black dress when relaxing, a work apron while working, and always Always gauntlets and a blindfold

Most positive relationship: THis is difficult because so many of them have done different things, but most probably Corren and her want to be more good like him

The weirdest thing I have ever eaten: Correns cooking

Sleep: “Alister! Corren! Cuddle me!” Yea she will cuddle up with almost any person who trusts and it depends on the person. Alister: Alister is the big spoon and mecha buries herself into his chest and stomach. Corren: Mecha is like a koala to Corren and just hugs onto a single leg.

Favorite food/ kinda food: Vegetables honestly, but also baked goods like bread

Most insecure about: How others see her

Like to wear: adaptable clothing, something that can be used for many different functions and also gotta be able to get dirty and clean when you need it

How do they react to feelings of guilt: Previously they bottled them up, but more and more they are learning to talk to others about that guilt. Ultimately she always feels guilty for something

React to betrayal: Depends on the person buuuttttt, angry, blames themself for part of it, tries to move on quickly

Greatest achievement: MOCHA

Too little sleep: quiet and most likely taking a nap in the skeleton’s arms. That's If she is actually tired. Shel heals fatigue in an instant.

What are they like a drunk: If she drinks and gets drunk and that's a big if she becomes an I love you drunk and we'll just tell everyone what she likes about them before passing out.

Music likes: A lot of Rock and techno music, a little bit of pop only because it fits.

Right or left-handed: She always works with her hammer in her right hand.

Fears: Being completely alone, losing her friends, losing Mocha, destroying the world, the unknown, diseases, being like her mother

Favorite weather: Nice sunny days with a slight breeze

Favorite color: it’s hard because it's between gold and blue

Collect anything: besides random trophies, rocks that she sometimes gives away.

Hot or cold weather: Hot because you can cool down easily.

Eye color: Goldenish/ yellow

Race/ ethnicity: Well Gremlin in Sekrezia, in the real world through it's between Brazilian and Irish

Hair color: Ginger/ red

Happy where they are currently: Nope, not even a little bit. She's upset because she believes she has possibly doomed the world and has actually found someone she can connect with/ has some feeling for and they just keep backsliding her. She also hates that she has to leave her new daughter.

Mounting person: YES!!! Up early to get shit done

Sunrise or sunset: Sunrise is extremely pretty to watch especially when you can but caves are a thing.

Messy or organized: Like myself, it's a chaotic form of organization

Pet peeves: Jumping to conclusions, mistreating machines

Objects of significant importance: Her forge hammer which is like a badge of office saying she is a member of a smithing guild and her evil eye because a really good friend helped her make it.

Least favorite food: The rock she accidentally tried to eat while she was tired delirious one night in a cave.

Least favorite color: Kelly Green. Look it looks like puke, nothing against other greens but this one ugh

Least favorite smell: Decaying flesh

The last time they cried: mhhh a few weeks but it's gonna be soon. Definitely the birth of her child.

Anybody with them: entire party forMochas birth, but other than that Corren and Alistar

The time they got injured: Well getting crushed by a giant cube was bad, the worst injury would probably be getting dragged into lava by her own creation that she loved.

Scars: Nope none so far that are physical. Some mental ones that she's working through.

Mental health issues: Paranoia, Depression, Suicidal thoughts, low self-esteem, PTSD

Bad habits: Shutting everyone else out.

Why might someone dislike her: SHe can be a bit standoffish and definitely hard-headed.

Why might someone love her: He has a big heart for those she cares about, she's smart and also creates a lot of small gifts that aren't for value but personal reasons.

Believe in ghosts: Literally was in a plane of the dead, soooo yes

Anyone they would trust with their life: Corren, Alistar, Torvid, Simple,

Romantically interested in anyone: Spectra, depends on the person. ACE and Demiromantic

Dating/ Married: Complicated is what it is. Yes dating somewhat but it’s not a good relationship

Like surprises: Yes, surprises are nice and add a bit of fun to life. Other than a somewhat surprising pregnancy.

Birthday: I honestly forget but it's their weave day

Celebrate their birthday: Only with those they care about, which is few but some members of the party yes.

Family: Dad is dead, Mom is alive supposedly but she was supposed to be dead, and sister is possibly dead but in a bit of denial about it

Close to their family: Chosen family yes.

MBTI type: ISTP

Zodiac signs: I forget the sekrezian one but in real life Aquarius

Hogwarts house: Ravenclaw

Alignment; Chaotic neutral/ good

Nightmares: Losing the entire party in ways that they caused ore were directly a part of.

View on death: CHanged a lot as their questline has gone on but “Once someone has passed from this world and seen the raven queen and chosen their afterlife that is it, they are at peace and will stay there unless the gods dictate differently. Past a resurrection people should not come back. I have learned this the hard way and watched what happens when you play with death”.

Something they always laugh at: Corren getting flustered and digging himself into holes he can't get out of.

When bored, what do they do: Read a book/ tinker with new experiments

Enjoy the outside: yes, especially new areas where there are unexplored places.

Accent: Somewhat of a german accent but I’m no good at replicating it

Upon seeing a slice of chocolate cake, the first reaction: “Who left this perfectly good piece of cake here?”

If they knew they were going to die what would they do/ say: Alister: Be a good father to Mocha, Corren: Be a good stepfather to Mocha and make sure Alister stays on the right path, Simple Geoff: didn't like you at first but your apart of my family now, Maple: Live your best life and don't let other people tell you what you can be also given up on revenge it's never as sweet as you think, Lautrec: (Opens box) sorry it took a while, Vlog: “you don't like me, I kinda like you, protect your own but never stop learning and exploring.

Feelings about sex: Mecha doesn’t want sex and feels really uncomfortable with it especially around people she doesn’t know, but around friends, she’s willing to talk about it but will also respect preferences.

Sexuality: questioning, but Grey-ace

Squeamish around blood: Nope “ I saved a man that had a lethal arrow through his neck”

Anything they find gross: Living hair/ hair constructs

TV trope: Reclusive nerd with a big heart

Enjoy helping people: Yes she really likes to help those who need it, but if she believes you can help yourself she will leave you to it.

Allergies: Seasonal/ pollen

Pet: Multiple constructs that range from a skeleton to a walking piece of glass

Quick to anger: No, she has somewhat of a calm head that eventually boils over and then causes a big yelling fight/ random actions such as throwing a stick of dynamite in a graveyard.

How patient is she: Rather patient especially when listening, not the greatest responder though

Good at cooking: Hell yea they are, give them a pan and they'll make you a feast

Favorite insult:” I'm coming for your knees” “Don't make me get the fume engine”

How do they act when happy: Huge grin on their face and they start fidgeting.

What do they do when they learn about others’ fears: Tease them slightly in private but keep the information to themselves.

Trustworthy: yes and very loyal to her friends.

Do they try to hide their emotions: Definitely but not always the greatest at hiding them cause everyone has a great sense of motive.

Exercise regularly: We walk and adventure every day while she carries probably over 25lb of mechanical items so yes.

Comfortable with the way they look: Mhh sometimes, but not always. She really doesn't like that she reminds herself of her sister or that she has distinct eyes.

Features they find attractive on others: Not really features, she's more into personality but she does like people’s eyes.

Personalities they find attractive: Protective, Kind, Smart, honest, loyal.

Do they like sweet foods: definitely into the sweeter things in life,

Age: in sekrezia: 204, equivalent age is like 45-55

Tall or short: 3ft pretty short but and on the shorter side of her race

Glasses or contacts: Nope just a cool ass blindfold and no it's not for BDSM

Consider herself attractive: Nope, not at all. SHes surprised if someone likes her in that way.

Sense of humor: Both dark and sexual but at the same time dad jokes as much as possible. Also random improv she comes up with on the spot, which is slightly me

What mood are they in most often: THe mood of trying to figure out how something works

What angers them: Hurting children, hurting the party, destroying art and machines, using others to your own gain, rape, slavery

Outlook on life: “Life is full of twists and turns. There is never bad without good. Take your time and really think about what you do, but don't forget to also just let go and go wild every now and then.

What makes them sad or depressed: THinking of their family/ friends being gone, children with no home, Mocha growing up alone.

Greatest weakness: Turning the mind against them/ lack of belief in herself and that she is not responsible for the world.

Greatest strength: Open mind and somewhat open heart.

Something they regret: not letting them self grieve for pax in a different way than hunting them down and screwing the world.

Biggest accomplishment: Having a kid

Hope for the future: open an orphanage and continue helping the Fucks make the world at least a little brighter.

[darkdevasofdestruction]

Day 20 : Fingertips - Isaac ‘Zack’ Foster

“Hey, Zack...?” I called out randomly, putting down my phone on the pillow next to me, looking out at the beautiful moon. “Hmm? What’s the matter, Kitten?” he called out from the couch where he was playing on my PS Vita. “Do you...Remember when we met?” I asked in a soft voice. “Ehhh? What’s with that stupid question? Of course I remember! With all that shit going on, it’d be hard not to.” he laughed, not even batting an eye as he was playing Corpse Party and enjoying all the torturous scenes. “Well...Yeah, I know that. It’s just...Would you have ever expected you’d end up like this? Like...How you are now? ‘Cause I wasn’t.” I hummed slightly, not averting my gaze from the shining orb. “What’s with you all of a sudden? Don’t tell me you miss me chasing you around with my scythe?” he averted the console slightly so he could catch a glimpse of me. “Haha, no, nothing of the sort. I can live without that. It’s just...It kinda feels too good to be true, in some way. You get me? Like it’s all just a dream and when I wake up...I’m gonna be back to the shallow world, surrounded by shallow people and liars.” I confessed with a sigh. “Mhhh...I guess I get ya. But who cares about the others? We’re doing fine the way we are now, right? You work all day, I have fun killing. Perfect synergy, ‘aight?” Zack chuckled, putting aside the console completely and getting in a sitting position. “Hey, at least I got you to learn reading and writing. That’s a plus. I mean, look at you, playing video games on my console and barely asking me for word definitions. I’m proud of you, you know?” I shift my gaze from the moon, to him, but before I knew it, he was next to me, towering over me with his trademark smirk. “Are you trying to imply something, Kitten~?” he tilted his head slightly, inching his head closer to me. “I mean...Nothing that you don’t know. Just that I love you and I’m glad I got to meet you, despite the circumstances. When you were taken away by the police...I thought I’d never get to see you again. But here you are, never breaking any promise. I don’t get how you could ever even claim that you’d be a monster...When out there, there are people with so much less humanity than you, and yet, adored by so many.” I reach my hands to cup his bandaged face, but the widening of his eyes and the rosy tint from his cheeks couldn’t escape my detail-oriented eyes. “Wh-What the hell are you saying? Y’know I hate it when you get cheesy and whatever! Sh-Shut up already!” he got flustered, making me chuckle slightly. “You know you’re super adorable when you get embarrassed, right?” And besides, I know you actually LOVE it when I say things like this, you’re just too flustered to admit it.” I got up, putting my arms around his torso and rolling to the side with him, so I could hug him on the bed, stroking his hair. “Wh-What’s with you today...? You’re like...Never in moods like this. I bet if it was me who did this to you, you’d react the same.” he huffed, looking away. “Well...You’re not wrong, I guess.” I hummed in amusement, taking my free hand and putting our palms together. “Huh...Your hand is so little compared to mine.” he muttered, looking sort of in awe. “Yeah...It is. You’d think after 5 years of piano lessons, I’d have longer, slender fingers.” I joked in a lower voice, smiling softly. “You’re so small and frail and full of emotions. Y’know I could kill you with my bare hands, right? I don’t need my scythe or my knife for that. I could twist your neck like a dove’s and you’ll be dead instantly.” he frowned, still looking at our hands. “Yeah. I know that that.” I nodded slightly, my serene smile never fading. “Then why are you still here with me? Why aren’t you running away or handing me over to the police? I’m just a no good killer with a stupidly cliche childhood. What’s so special at me that someone like you...Beautiful, super smart, talented and kind...Would stay with me, waste her time to teach me how to live in this world normally, and...And even love me?” he asked, his voice rough and angry at himself. “Because you have something special in your heart that the rest of these idiots don’t, and will never have.” I explained, intertwining my fingers with his. “Do you know what I’m talking about?” I pressed on. “I’m a wild idiot who likes to smash stuff like the Hulk?” he chuckled, making me grin at his words. “I mean, that’s a huge part of your charm, but I wasn’t talking only about that. I wasn’t talking about your soft heart. It feels gratefulness, it feels love, it feels compassion, it feels innocence and...And you are always genuine to yourself. That’s a kind of passion that most people don’t have. And I admire that in you so much. Many times I feel like I don’t know who I am...Like...I’m just acting. Like I’m not myself. That I’m...Merely threading my tale around different people like a chameleon changes colours to protect itself. So, when I’m around you, I finally feel like I am the real me. The real Katrina, not just a lie that I make up to get benefits. And I really appreciate that at you. I feel at ease when I’m with you. So, Zack...Thank you for staying by my side all this time.” I grin at him, my gaze tenderly shifting to look at his eyes.

His eyes widened and his mouth opened slightly in shock, speechless, not having a clue what to say anymore. He looked down slightly, before getting up and taking off his hoodie, and with it, the bandages from his face and body, letting his upper body bare, his burns visible.

“Look at me now. You still love me? Even like this? When I look like this?” he looked down at me with a self deprecating look, but I said nothing, instead, got up and kissed him lovingly, my fingers gently caressing his body. “You hate liars, Zack, and frankly, so do I, despite being a liar myself, sort of. But do you really think some burns on your flesh are going to keep me away from you? Because that’s not true. I bet they still hurt sometime, despite being old scars...And I’m really sorry you had to go through that. But regardless of anything...Yeah, Zack. I do still love you. As long my our hearts are still beating, so will my love for you.” I could see his eyes watering up slightly, before shaking his head so I won’t see it. “You’re really something else, aren’t you, Kat?...Will you say that again, please?” he muttered softly, barely able too meet my gaze. “I will say it as often as you like me to say it. I love you, Zack. I love you so much and I will never stop loving you.” I confess once again, as he put his arms around me and hugged me tightly to him, feeling his heartbeats, so fast, like a rabbits. “I...I love you too, Kat. So much. Y’know I’m not lying, right?” he confessed in a voice barely above a whisper, my eyes closing, letting the warmth of his embrace engulf me. “Of course I do, Zack.” I say, my hug tightening slightly.

[alberteatsglass]

its officially my, let's see, 8th month of being part of the newsies fandom and i have shit to say and am really emotional right now

ahh read on for my emotions and feelings and basically crying over how much i love you heathens (all 400 of you + some call outs for certain people)

im just mhhh wow you people are amazing i have never felt this welcome anywhere before and i realized its almost been a year and like no one has like attacked me for my headcanons or anything and its just overall so positive here!

even when my blog got deleted and i cried you guys were just so great about it and refollowed and didn't give up on me and mhh im so grateful for that

@starrysence i just mhh you were so nice to me even after all of the gl*ss shit and didn't hate me and you were just overall really great and were the reason i really joined the fandom in the first place

@backgroundnewsies bk you have been so nice to me and you are one of the first people i became friends with on here and i just mhh you are a great person to talk to and im glad you can deal with my bullshit

@suddenly-im-respecsable you were the first person i actually talked to on here besides sanj and have just been really nice when we do talk (also spies might have been the reason i started writing again because it just showed me that i didn't have to stick to normal tropes and stuff and to try and just go wild with my writing)

@papesdontsellthemselves mickey it amazes me to this day that you are not fed up with my stupid jokes and you make me laugh (and fucking cry *eyes shift to angst you write*)

@evil-crutchie dude ok i saw you on bk’s blog and i was like “darn that person looks really funny i wish i could talk to them” and then you came to my blog and i was like HoLy sHiT and you make my day when you come to my ask box

@spot-conlon-king-of-brooklyn i know we dont really interact that much anymore but when i made the blog originally you found out and seemed really cool and i would love to talk to you more

@aw-jus-let-em-try you were the first one who found out my main when that stuff was still going on and you also seem like a really cool person (also i heard thank you next is really good so be prepared for me to send you how much i liked it)

@infinity-fandom-trash erin oh my god where do i begin ily so much and like ahh you make my day when we talk and you make waiting behind a curtain for 2 aNd a HaLf hOuRs fun

@iwontfallinlovewfalling you are my og bagel bro and i miss talking to you so much holy shit man ily

@sunshine-davenport mhh i love you so much bro you are so fun to have on the discord and i remember when we first started talking and i was at farmers market not having a good time and you sent me an ask for some headcanons and i made me really happy to write them also the race liking furbies thing ahh just you are such a nice person to talk to and match my enthusiasm for a lot of things so its just so nice

@gremlin-newsboy ZOINKS SCOOB (but really you make me happy when we talk and its funny how we just yell zoinks at each other sometimes instead of talking)

@spot-the-brooklyn-pirate god you are great i love your writing and you are just so nice to me and i dont know why-

@orollyitsracetrackhiggins I SAVED YOU FOR LAST YOU GREMLIN, ok where do i even START you deal with so much of my bullshit and im just really happy to have you as a friend and ily so much dude how you play spot is gold and i love yelling at you on tumblr

ok thanks for dealing with my rambles ill go now thank you for all of this and i guess this is kinda a thing for 400 followers idk mhh <3

[messedupessy]

If you haven't already done so, could you do kustard for the ship ask??

Sup and ohhhh this will be fun haven’t gotten any sanscest ships at all so heck yeah this will be fun ye UwU ❤ just know that in my take with these two its very much friends with benefits kind of deal they are pretty damn shitty to each other, they are like friends who loves to piss each other off af and then sometimes fuck, which then with time could turn into more but it takes time ye

who’s the cuddler: Sans, he is the more chill and down to cuddle, Red is also down to cuddle but it will quickly turn into more and also constant pissing contest and pushing each others buttons, like sudden kicks or trying to push each other off the couch just because, so its pretty rare for them to just chill all cuddled up tho it do happen, especially more as they start to get closer and actually care for each other as more than friends. 

who makes the bed: neither, and why would they? they just gonna sleep and do other stuff in it anyway and they are just dirty af gremlins ok nasty shitty boys, those nasty af sheets only gets changed whenever Edge or Papyrus is over because they know neither of their bros will clean their own shit up much to their frustrations. 

who wakes up first: Red, he don’t sleep much because of extreme nightmares so he usually wakes up first, not getting out of bed though usually until he must as he do have important things to take care of, like being a dick to everyone he meets and go check on his bro like the overprotective helicopter tomato he is. 

Sans sleeps until noon unless he got work or something important to do, but they stay in bed time to time which usually ends with them fucking or they end up in another “how many buttons of yours can I push before you literally attack me”. 

who has the weird taste in music: Sans, he has been listening to the same 10 something songs for the last 10 years, and is also into really shitty meme songs which is mostly just used to mess with his bro, Red on the other hand is into jazz old timey music.  

who is more protective: Red absolutely Red, when Red actually starts liking/loving someone who is not his bro as for most of his life he has only cared about Edge as he is his world and the rest of the world can burn if he gets hurt, but when he do care for someone else than his bro which takes some srs time he becomes pretty much fucking insufferable with his damn overprotectiveness, and anyone even so looks wrong at the one he loves is gonna get fucking decked, which Sans fucking hates because for fuck sake frikking chill why are you like this, and along with the overprotectiveness Red also becomes pretty damn possessive which Sans will have to almost beat out of Red bc srs just stop just fucking stop as Sans do not like that shit at all, he can be ok with like a tiny bit of it but when it causes incident after incident and makes shit overly complicated he is just nope. 

who sings in the shower: neither unless to piss off the other somehow.  

who cries during movies: none they are not big criers at all, Red is more likely to laugh cry at the most emotional moments of any movie just to piss ppl off. 

who spends the most while out shopping: Red because he got allot of cash and he likes semi fancy stuff, mostly his cigars they expensive af. 

who kisses more roughly: Red, he is very, very fucking rough, kissing softly kind of weirds him out actually at least until he gets actual feelings for the one he be kissing ye. 

who is more dominate: Red, he is very dom and do not like to be all subby, like he is all up for switiching as long as he still doms and stuff, and Sans is completely ok with that as less work for him pfft, Red is a really, really good dom tho so it all works out ye. 

my rating of the ship from 1-10: mhhh its a 7/10 for me, I used to like Kustard more back in the day but nowadays its just not that interesting and stuff, like I like it still fine but its not like high on my ship list, prolly because its two sanses and well I dunno why its harder for me to ship two snases than two paps nowadays which is kinda funny xD but its still a good ship tho, my take on it might not be like the healthiest and stuff but its how they wanted to go pfft

Ship ask thingie here ye   

[shot-of-truth]

Might as well just fuck • Michael Clifford

Phewww, this is probably the longest oneshot I’ve ever written, 2.8k. Enjoy!

TW: choking, spitting, slapping, dirty talk, fucKING but also cute fluff

The first time you saw him was at your local Starbucks, his red hair hanging in his face. You also noticed his eyebrow piercing on his left eyebrow and the tattoos all over his arm. He was just really really hot. And because there wasn't any free table left you politely asked him if it was okay for you to sit next to him. He looked up, smiling and nodding. Looking closer you saw that he was reading Shining by Stephen King, one of your absolute favorite books.

"You like it?" You quietly asked, not wanting to annoy him. "I fucking love it." He smirked like a little school boy and his voice sounded so cute. "Please don't spoiler me." He pleaded, putting his book in his gym bag. "I'm Michael." The boy introduced himself, shaking your hand. "Y/N." You smiled back.

The next time you saw him he was dressed in a pair of grey sweatpants, an oversized sweater and a black beanie on top of his messy hair. He spotted you from the other side of the street, smiling immediately. When asked where he came from, he just answered: "work." You could tell he was exhausted, so that's why you invited him over to your place to a few glasses of wine.

You didn't even know how to explain it, it just clicked between Michael and you. You could talk for hours on end about god and the world, about everything that happened in your lives. There was just one thing you never talked about, which was work. But you were fine with it because you didn't wanna talk about your job either.

One night you got home from work kinda late and found Michael sitting on your sofa, pillows pressed against his chest, sobbing quietly. His eyes were red and puffy, little sobs leaving his mouth while he hugged the soft material in his arms tightly. "What's wrong baby?" You asked softly, his head immediately snapping up at your question. “I.. It's nothing.." He wiped the already dry tears on his cheek away with the back of his hand before sitting up and smiling at you. "How was your day?" "No Michael, this isn't how it works.. You need to tell me why you're crying in my flat at 11pm.. You are my boyfriend and I care about you. A lot." You carefully sat down next to him, a sad expression on his face. "My mum is disappointed in me.. I just.. I just wanna be a great son and make her happy but it's so hard Y/N.. so fucking hard." His arms wrapped around your small body, looking for comfort in a hug. “I get what you mean.. My mum told me a year ago she doesn't ever wanna see me again because she's disgusted by me. You're not alone, Michael.. You have me and I'll always be there."

That night, between soft kisses and tender touches, between quiet moans and unspoken promises you made a silent decision to tell Michael what you kept from him since you two got to know each other. And Michael made the decision to never tell you the secret he kept hidden from you because he could not stand the thought of losing you.

The next day everything was back to usual, you wanted to tell Michael, you really wanted to. But his mesmerizing smiles and his unbelievably grateful attitude stopped you. You just could not ruin what the two of you had, you knew Michael would be heartbroken if you told him that you fucked countless men behind his back for a living. So you gave him a goodbye kiss before making your way to the studios where you were supposed to shoot a new video with a guy that had recently become very popular in the porn industry. Mikey Blue.

You liked to be at the set earlier so you could prepare for what exactly your producer had planned, that day it was a scenario where he was friends with your brother but you absolutely hated him. Hate always resulted to rough sex, something you never got with Michael. He was sweet, caring and always made sure you were okay. But to be honest, you loved both ideas equally. Just the thought of Michael grabbing your hair and spitting in your face while he fucked you senseless made a familiar wetness pool between your thighs.

"And there he is!" You heard your director, Danny say over the sound of music being played in the background. Fixing your ponytail and your tight dress you got up in your high heels to greet the man you'd be shooting this scene with. Just a few seconds later Danny and Mikey entered the room and you almost fainted. You were greeted with an awful familiar eyebrow piercing, bright red hair, a ripped band shirt and black skinny jeans. Michael seemed just as shocked as you, opening his mouth to say something, before Danny interrupted you. "Y/N, this is Michael. Michael this is Y/N." Your boyfriend quickly shut his mouth, licking his lips in anticipation. "Nice to meet you, Y/N." "Nice to meet you too, Michael." You replied, quickly catching on to the games he played. "So.. Michael will be your best friend's brother and you guys hate each other, so... to make it clear, I don't want anything vanilla."

x

"You're so fucking annoying, Mikey.. Get the fuck out of my room!" You yelled at your boyfriend, or in that case at your brother's friend. The soft duvet was pulled over your naked skin, his lips going from a deep frown to a tiny smirk, making his way over to you. "I could help you, pretty girl." Thoughts were racing through your head, mostly the thought that you were going to fuck your boyfriend in front of the camera. And that you knew you were gonna be fucked really good. You gulped and sat up, clearing your throat. "Get the fuck out. I won't say it again." "Haven't gotten laid in a while, huh? No need to bitch at me, I just entered the wrong room.. Geez, chill." He put his hands up in defense. "You probably wouldn't last more than a minute anyway." Flashing a quick smile in his direction, you sat up against the headboard, eyeing him up and down. Nothing you hadn't seen before but this situation already made you so wet, you could not believe it.

And then, with one swift motion Michael had pulled the duvet away, on the other side of the bed. He cheekily bit his lip, eyes scanning your tits. "Says who?" With that, he crawled on the bed and pushed himself up above you, attacking your neck with kisses before whispering a quiet sentence in your ear. "We both know I'm more than satisfying." You breathed out, letting your head fall back against the board. Just a few seconds later, Michael's hand grabbed your throat and he pulled you close to him, smashing his soft, wet lips against yours. "You'll be a good girl for me, won't you?" The other hand traveled down your body, playing with your nipples. "Mhhh." You answered, just to be slapped across the cheek by Michael, not too hard of course. He was still testing your limits. "Words, slut."

Something about the way your boyfriend treated you and the way he spoke to you had you unraveling in his hands. Being with him in the most intimidate way made you feel safe because you knew how much he loved you and that he would never go too hard or hurt you intentionally. "F-Fuck yes.. I will." "If your brother could see you like that... Naked and under my control." He chuckled softly, shaking his head and tossing you back on the bed, taking his shoes off and kicking them in the corner. You lay down on the bed, spreading your legs for him. "Who said I'm gonna give you something?"

As you looked up, Michael had his stupid smirk plastered on his lips, fumbling with his belt. "You're gonna suck my cock first. And if you do it the way I like it, we'll discuss your treatment." Your boyfriend made a makeshift ponytail with your hair, pulling you closer to him, down on the carpet. He situated himself at the edge of the bed, letting you pull his tight jeans down his legs. Eyes on your every action, making sure you were comfortable around him. You nodded up at him, knowing that he needed your confirmation, even though it wasn't verbally.

Michael bent down, kissing you one more time before shimmying out of his boxer briefs, his large erection coming in contact with the cold air. "Why are you still staring babe, you know what to do." Following a soft hum by you, he led one of his hands to the back of your head, the other one to your cheek. Grabbing the base of his shaft with his hand, he slapped the tip against your lip a few times. "Tongue out, slut." He instructed, gaze glued to your face. Just as you opened your mouth for him to slide in, he spit down on you, lubing the head of his cock up with it.

And then he entered you, slow at first, you didn't even have time to prepare yourself as he shoved his large cock down your throat. "Breathe.." He whispered, so only you could hear it, the thumb on his left hand stroking your cheek while you choked hard. "Doing so good." Michael slowly pulled back again, spit drooling in the corner of your mouth, eyes watering. "Okay?" He mouthed, letting you catch your breath. Your throat burned, but the feeling that you satisfied him the way he liked it, the feeling of being used by the person you loved, turned you on more than anything and made it more than worth it.

Michael instead didn't like the thought of hurting you, so he constantly made sure you were alright. Consistent touches somewhere on your face, just for the sake of him letting you know he was there. He slowly got up from the spot on the bed, just to keep your head in place and thrust his dick in and out of your mouth, the sounds driving him insane. Michael never had a problem with his stamina, but the situation he had you in right now, you choking on his hard cock, had him wondering if he was gonna survive the rest of the shoot. It had him wondering how many times both of you were gonna cum tonight.

Your eyes looked up to him, while he breathed heavily, your nose pressed against his shaved abdomen.

Hazy eyes looked over to Danny. "Can I cum in her mouth? Promise I will get hard again.." His hand still guided you back and forth, his thighs quivering with pleasure. Earning a simple nod from your director, you let your hands wander up his thighs, looking for support as his fingers interlaced themselves with yours. He was never really vocal during sex but right now, Michael was a mess. He was sweating, panting, so fucking close to shooting his hot cum in your mouth, something he had never done with you before. While Michael abused your throat for the sake of his own orgasm, you tried to gasp for air. Loud groans left his mouth, pre-cum leaking out of his tip. Bitter taste on your tongue.

"B-Baby!" One last, broken sob and he spilled into your mouth, falling back against the bed to lean back and catch his breath. He felt like he was on cloud nine, with the way you looked up at him with your innocent eyes and your smile as you opened your mouth to show him that you swallowed every last bit of his semen. "10 minute break!" Danny announced, interrupting your thoughts. You crawled up on the bed to Michael, who smashed his lips against yours immediately. "M so sorry princess." He mumbled, pulling you close to his chest. His soft fingers traced over your back while he pressed kisses to your shoulder. "There's no need to be sorry, I fucked up just as bad as you." Michael nuzzled his face in the crook of your neck, something he always did when he was tired. So you played with his colored hair, the gesture he loved the most.

"Wanna order pizza when we get home?" He asked. "Sure.." You answered, tugging on his soft cock. "I'm looking forward to fuck you, Y/N." He cheekily looked up to you, smiling like a little school boy while you tried to get him hard again, his hands kneading your breasts softly. "I'm looking forward to fuck you Michael." Just as you said it, you felt him harden beneath your hand again. "Michael... I want you to choke me as you fuck me." He looked up to you surprisingly. "Never knew you were into the kinky stuff, babygirl.. What else do you like? Like it when I fuck you so hard you won't be able to walk tomorrow? I can deliver, you know. I can destroy your little cunt."

His hand traveled down between your folds, playing with your clit as you noticed Danny was recording again. "So wet.. All for me?" "Y-Yes, all for you." You felt his other hand wrapping around your throat, pulling your body on his lap and squeezing it. "Think you're ready for my cock? Think you can take it?" Followed by a nod of yours, a slap across your cheek, harder than the first one. "Speak to me, bitch." "C-Can take it.. I was a g-good girl.." Michael didn't know if he went too far but little did he know you loved nothing more than to be degraded by him.

He lined himself up with your entrance, spitting on his hand one time to lube himself up a little. Not that it was necessary of course, you were as wet as you could possibly be. Then Michael entered you and you gasped for air, like every time he did it. He was so big and he always fucked you just the right way, so you could feel every vein and even his tip deep inside you. Your boyfriend didn't give you any time adjust, he fucked you like you've never been fucked before. Hard, balls deep. His hands wrapped around your throat, loud growls leaving his mouth. You tried to catch your breath, the only sound coming out was a loud whimper.

He slammed you into the mattress, his shirt drenched in sweat as you ripped it off of his body, stars dancing over your eyes. Michael let you go shortly after, grabbing your hands this time and pinning them above your head while his hips rolled swiftly against yours. His thumb ghosted over your clit, rubbing the small bundle of nerves torturously slow. You were aching for his touch, moving yourself against him. He could tell you were close as his hot breath ghosted over your neck and your lips. "Wanna cum for me baby?" Michael's voice sounded so wrecked, almost as wrecked as yours as you replied: "F-Fuck please.."

You pushed him back and climbed on his lap, sinking down on his erection that was coated with your juices. Bending down to kiss him once again you bounced on his member, feeling your orgasm, that you already knew was gonna be intense, approach inside of you.

His lips swallowed your loud moans while his big hands found their way to your hip, digging his fingers into the flesh. In this moment you did not care about all the cameras and the people beside you. The only persons in this room were Michael and you.

He had his eyes closed as you worked him closer to the edge, sharp breaths leaving his lips. One last time, you sat up and ground against him frantically. Michael's eyes shot open quickly, his hands shaking on your lip, a loud moan that you've never heard from him before, echoing through the room. A few seconds later he emptied himself inside of you, sitting up and pulling you against his chest. While you came around him in the most intimate way, walls clenching, breathing picking up, tears streaming down your cheek, from all the pleasure that your boyfriend gave you, he prepped sweet, innocent kisses all over your face.

"Princess? Are you okay?" He was still as deep as possible inside you and you found yourself nodding along. "I love you." He whispered quietly in your ear, tugging your hair behind it. Slowly getting up from him, you felt your knees giving up, but Michael catching you. "Well now I'm buying you pizza for sure." He smirked, picking you up and making his way over to the bathroom with you to run both of you a nice, warm bath.

[oh-so-scenarios]

Not A Bad Thing  {Part Ten}

Fairy-tale & AU Series Index

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Word Count: 3.9K

A/N: The whole time I’ve been writing this series, I was waiting for this to be revealed already. It’ll seem kinda out of nowhere? lol. We are nearing the end of Not A Bad Thing. Mhhh, less then 5 parts left maybe? This is kinda short cause this is a re-write of the orignal chapter. 

Please any questions about things, inbox me. I will answer your questions on this chapter and any previous ones.

Y/N:

Sehun’s grandfather? That’s not someone Sehun mentions often, so him being here must be a big deal. I could hear the small hatter of those in the living room while we made our way down the stairs.

I trailed behind Sehun as we walked down the stairs. My ears were correct because the living room was occupied by everyone who lived in the house. They all sat on the couches, some on the floor, caught up in their own chatter. I stopped walking as I noticed someone who didn’t live in the house.

I halt, narrowing my eyes at the female.

“Jang Mi?” My voice was louder than intended. She looks away from Chanyeol’s mate, who was chatting with her happily.

 Her eyes land on me and she looks like a deer caught in headlights. I kept looking at her, barely noticing Sehun who was calling me forward. He stood by one of the couches that were free. Yixing and his mate sat there cuddling quietly, but there was enough room for two more people.

I slowly walked down the remaining steps and into the living room. As I entered the room, everyone grew quiet and their eyes were on me.

It felt kind of weird. I gently sat down beside Sehun. He smiled at me, placing a hand on my knee. I smiled back, scooting closer to him. His warmth is always comforting. He wraps an arm around my shoulders, cuddling me into his side more. I tried to ignore the pulsing the was running through my body. The effects of mating season grow stronger the longer I’m with Sehun.

The effects of the mating season are very visible in the room. Everyone cuddled together, and the small touches, smiles and intense eye contact. It doesn’t take a genius to realize something is in the air.

“I’m not sure what Minseok is coming to talk about, or why he has everyone gathered here,” Sehun whispered in my ear. I peeked over at Jang Mi again. She sat nervously fiddling with her fingers.

I was so drawn into Jang Mi’s presence here, that I almost didn’t feel the heavy glare on me.

Sitting across from our couch, in a comfy loveseat, was an older man with a mean look on his face. His gaze was on me as if he couldn’t see his grandson Sehun sitting beside me. He wore a sharp business suit with rectangular glasses resting lowly on the bridge of his nose. On his jaw, chin and lower part of his face were lightly covered with grey hair, showing a thing bread. His brown eyes showed age and wisdom in them.

I wasn’t sure if I should say something or introduce myself, so I stayed quiet.

We sat in silence for a moment before the man groaned, leaning back in the lover’s seat he rested in.

“You actually went ahead and temporarily marked her too?” Sehun’s grandfather mumbled, he scoffed shortly after. He looked away from Sehun and I, looking down at his hands seeming almost disappointed. Minseok who noticed the tense atmosphere stood up from his seat on the adjacent couch and clapped his hands together once.

“Fate is a funny thing isn’t it?” He began showing a gummy smile, “It’s interesting how things all connect to each other!” He released a nervous laugh, looking around to see if others would follow. When they didn’t, he awkwardly cleared his throat.  

“No one is laughing, so why don’t you just get on with it?” Baekhyun said, resting his head on the shoulder of his bored mate.

“Sehun was telling us the reason he bullied Y/n in middle school was something he couldn’t easily explain,” Minseok stated. I noticed how uncomfortable Sehun became at the mention of the word ‘bully’.

Minseok continued turning my way, “He said whenever he saw you, he’d get irritated and angry for no reason at all.” I looked over at Sehun, this being my first time hearing such a reason. Sehun kept his attention forward, refusing to meet my questioning gaze. I looked back to Minseok as he continued to speak.

“I did some research. I actually did a lot of research. I spoke with different elders from different regions and packs  asking them myths about wolves and their mates and there is one that stood out.” He pauses

“There are special cases of a wolf who hasn’t had their first transformation yet. The reason they can’t transform yet is that they’re already near, or around their mate. The connection and love between a wolf and their mate are so strong, that it’s almost like the mate is trying to connect with the not-yet-ready wolf. It, the connection, is almost trying to pull the wolf out of the person when they aren’t yet ready. That can result in delays in a person’s first transformation.”

“So,” Sehun began softly, “The reason I was so irritated and angry by Y/n’s presence, is because she was bothering my wolf?”

Minseok smiled widely, “Yes! Absolutely! It had nothing to do with you as a person, and it had nothing to do with Y/n as a person. It’s just one of those rare cases! Since no one was there to explain what you were feeling, your stupid teen-self let your wolf’s irritation push you to make such awful actions.”

“Okay, I get that,” Yixing said from my other side. He trailed off and the look on his face made it clear that he was thinking.

“But what does this have to do with grandpa and Jang Mi?” I nodded my head vigorously as if Yixing had read my mind.

Minseok hesitates, biting his bottom lip as he pondered. He seemed torn, looking at me, his grandfather and back to me.

“Y/n, how much do you know about the world of things non-human?”

I raised my eyes confused, “Non-human?”

“Besides us being wolves, has Sehun mentioned any of the others creatures?”

I turned my clueless eyes to Sehun, “Other creatures?”

Sehun shrugged with a slight pout on his lips, “I didn’t want to freak you out, I wanted to take baby steps and after a while, it slipped my mind.”

“It’s nothing too crazy,” Minseok chimed waving his hand in the air, “Vampires, Fairies, Demon, Witches and so on.” He said it so casually that I thought he was joking.

“W-what? Vampires?” My question was ignored as Minseok went on.

“That’s where my grandfather comes in! I’m sorry Y/n but I have more questions for you. How much do you know about your family?”

My face scrunched up in confusion, not completely understanding his words.

“My family? I’d think I know my family pretty well. I know all my relatives quite well, I know my mother’s side and my father's side closely too.”

Minseok frowned, seemingly let down by my response, “It’s just as I thought.”

“My grandfather is one of the reasons you moved away.” He stated. There was a heavy silence before the room burst in noise. I being the only one to stay silent.

“What the fuck?”

“How?”

“Grandpa, what did you do?”

“Wow, so you knew what was going on the whole time?”

“Why?”

“I did what I felt was necessary!” He shouted back, silencing all protests.

“Sehun’s wolf couldn’t come out because of her,” He points to me loosely, “Her kind always causes problems! I solved everyone’s problems! I gave her family enough money to move, and Sehun’s first transformation happened weeks after!”

His statement once again triggered more backlash and harsh words.

“You knew she was my mate the whole time? Yet you sit back and let me treat her like that?” Sehun’s harsh words met my ears. Though I wasn’t looking at him, I could feel his body shifting as he spoke. He removed his arm from around my shoulders to scoot forward in his seat.

He met his grandfather with a glare.

“Grandpa that’s really harsh,” Kyungsoo whined from the other couch.

It wasn’t till I felt a warm and comforting hand on my shoulder that I realized Eun Ji was standing behind the couch. I couldn’t even turn around to show her a smile.

My blood felt like it was running cold in my veins. All I could do was keep my eyes on the older man who showed no remorse. It wasn't until a few moments of him bantering with Sehun’s that his words struck me.

“My kind?” I hiss, catching the older man’s attention. My voice came out as a whisper but he still heard me over the loud noise of the other men arguing with him in the room.

“Yes,” He exclaimed, I could hear the disgust in his tone, “When I found out what you were, I knew I had to get you away from Sehun. No way in hell was I going to let my grandson have a lousy witch for a mate.”

My brows furrowed at his hateful words, and I looked at Sehun as if to ask if I heard that wrong. Witch? He is saying I’m a bitch or…? Before I could ask him what he meant, he spoke again.

“You and that one right there,” He nods towards Jang Mi who no longer sat bashfully but rather glared back at the old man, “I can smell it in your blood.”

“A witch?” Eun Ji says more to herself than anyone else.

Sehun chuckled and showed the old man a smug smile, “There has to be a mistake, Y/n isn’t a witch.”

I interjected, “Exactly! I’m not a witch. If I was a witch, I’m pretty sure I would know.”

“It’s not my fault your family doesn’t tell you anything young lady.” He replies, “But my old and aged wolf can spot a witch from a mile away. I can smell you and the other one right now, even over the scent of all the emotions growing due to mating season approaches. I may be old but my senses aren’t gone.”

I looked over at Jang Mi, to Sehun’s grandfather and back to Jang Mi. She showed me an apologetic smile.

“A witch?” My face twisted up and I turned to Sehun’s surprised face, “Sehun I’m not a witch.”

“ I know you’re not, love. It’s probably a misunderstanding.” He cooed, stroking my head.

“If Y/n was a witch we would have been able to smell it on her,” Junmyeon argued. He had been quiet till now and still sat with an unreadable face expression.

“But,” Chanyeol spoke up, “We can’t even smell it on Jang Mi if she is a witch like grandpa says.”

Minseok sighed, stuffing his hands into the pockets of his pajama red pants.

“It’s dormant, that’s why.” He says.

“Dormant?” Junmyeon leans forward to better hear Minseok.

“I looked into the witch covens and the traits of witches. Grandpa’s generation has had to deal with them more then we have because of how their genes work.” Minseok’s words, though loud and clear, still felt muffled to my ears.

A witch? Me? This has a to be a mistake.

“It’s like a trait. There’s dominant genes and recessive ones right? Well in both Y/n and Jang Mi, they’re recessive. The hold the blood of witches, but they won’t ever have powers. According to some sources of mine, the last person to have the dominant gene was Y/n’s grandmother and Jang Mi’s grandmother, because it runs through the females only.” Minseok said as if he was explaining a math formula.

My mind still wasn’t wrapping itself around their words. All I could do was follow their conversation blankly. I glanced over at Sehun every few moments, to see him mirroring the same awed expression I held.

“It still runs in their blood, so only keen noses can pick up the scent, hence why we couldn’t tell. It skips every two generations. Our young noses can only pick the witches who hold the dominant genes.”

“W-wait a minute. Just hold on.” I stammer, standing up from my seat, “If you’re saying it skips two generations, that means my mother knows about all this.”

Minseok shakes his head, “Not necessarily. It could be that your grandmother didn’t say anything to your mother.”

“You could always ask your grandmother about it.”

“Well, she’s dead so…” I trail off leaving Minseok feeling awkward.

I laugh in disbelief, placing my hand on my forehead, “Okay so let’s say what you’re saying is true. I’m a witch. What does that have to do with Sehun’s grandfather?”

“That’s where I’m a bit confused,” MInseok confessed scratching the top of his head. He snickered and spun around on his heels to look at his grandfather.

“This is where you take over pops.” He mutters before taking a weary walk to the couch his mate occupied and plopping down.

My dazzled eyes looked at Sehun’s grandfather who groaned, “I can’t believe I was dragged here for this.”

He waved his hand carelessly, “Sit down girl, I’ll explain. I’ll explain it all.”

Sehun takes a hold of my hand and gently tugs on it till I sit back down in my seat.

“When I was first called to the school for Sehun’s bullying of the girl, along with hearing his explanation of the irritation and anger, I figured that the girl was his mate. My initial plan was to find a way to get Sehun away from her for some time so his first transformation could happen then bring him back. However, when I first stepped into the office, I could smell her on him. He was picking up her scent and likewise, she was picking up his.” He paused to catch a breath.

“At first I thought she was this one,” points to Jang Mi, “I was aware of Jang Mi’s family and knew her grandmother well. But after an interesting conversation, I realized you were a new family of witches I wasn’t aware of. It seemed that Sehun’s wolf was getting angrier the longer this young lady was around. I took matters into my own hands and told her parents it was my way of compensating them for Sehun’s actions, so I gave them money to move away. I made no mentions of witches or wolves.”

I scoffed in disgust while he freely shrugged.

“That’s not answering why Y/n being my mate was such a bad thing? Okay, she’s a witch or something...why did you change your first plan?” Sehun pushes from beside me.

Sehun’s grandfather leans forward, clasping his hands and rests his elbows on his knees.

“You know what happens when a wolf finds their mate. If the mate accepts the wolf, the mate is marked, they date, fall in love and eventually marry right?”

I felt my cheeks heating up at the thought of marrying Sehun. I haven’t even begun to think that far.

“Once they marry they’ll have children. Now Y/n,” this is the first time he calls me by my name. “In all that I just said, are you able to find where things turn bad?”

I stared at the man blankly, opening my mouth as if I knew the answer.

I shake my head slowly, “No.”

“I do.” Junmyeon suddenly injects, “It was in one of the old journals kept by the elders. You let me read it when I was younger.” Junmyeon’s eyes seemed far off somewhere like he was trying to look into the past to remember what he read.

Rather than having Junmyeon say it, the old man continues to speak.

“Wolf and Witch relationships don’t happen often. Wolf and Fairy? Yes. Wolf and Vampire? Unfortunately, yes. But Wolf and Witch? It’s been a while since I’ve seen one of those and most of the time they don’t end well. There are legends that say the creation of the first ever werewolf was the work of a witch coven. I don’t know if that is true, however, it would explain the end results of these wolf-witch relationships.”

“W-what’s the end result?” I question.

“Usually during the first marking process, the one that takes place while mating,” He trails off before sighing, “The witch counterpart usually suddenly dies before the process is over.”

Sehun shot out of his seat so fast, and the atmosphere shifted to a tense on quickly. All I could do was look up at his stone-cold facial expression. The room was so quiet, that it felt like I was breathing too loudly. The severity of his words hadn’t hit me yet.

“Dies?” Sehun mumbled before repeating it loudly, “Dies? Is this some sick joke?”

“Unfortunately it’s not my boy,” Sehun’s grandfather confirmed, “Something about the force within a witch and a wolf tend to clash, the clash becomes too powerful for the witch, resulting in death. There have been few, very few witches who survive the first marking. After that, future markings are no problem.”

“So you’re telling me that if I ever mark Y/n the correct way, she’ll die?” Sehun’s eyes grow glossy with tears of frustration, “What the fuck?”

“No, if you ever sleep with her, she’ll die. Mating or having sex with your mate and not marking them? Even with the strength of God, you couldn’t do that.” His grandfather chuckles.

I couldn’t help but narrow my eyes at Sehun’s grandfather, “Do you think this is funny?” I hiss at him.

“No, I don’t think this is funny at all,” His smirk drops, “I think this is annoying and could have been avoided. I did my best to keep you both apart, but you had to bring you and your photography company to Korea. That opened the perfect door for Miss. can’t-mind-her-own-business and her obsessed grandmother.” He looks at Jang Mi and back at me.

“She led you right to Sehun because her grandmother told her to. Ever since I went to her grandmother, thinking she was you...she kept her eyes on you.”

Sehun was now pacing around the room, but my attention was on Jang Mi. Her eyes became glossy, tears rising the longer I held her gaze.

“Did you approach me and work for me because your grandmother told you to? Is that true Jang Mi?”

A small whimper left her lips and she looked down in shame.

“You knew I would meet Sehun at that business banquet, you knew my past with him as well.” My voice grew louder, “You knew I would meet him, become his mate, get marked and possibly die?” I didn’t realize I was crying till Sehun stopped to look at me. His pacing stop but the angst on his face was clear.

“You’re sick.” I spat at Jang Mi, “You’re a sick human being Jang Mi.”

She chokes back a sob, “I’m sorry. I’m sorry! I didn’t know that you could die! All my grandmother told me was that your children would be something spectacular! I did the old lady a favor and got money out of it.”

I scoff and wiped my tears with the back of my hand, “And that makes it right?”

“No, it doesn’t-”

“Then why did you do it? Of all the people I thought I could trust-”

She sobs louder, “You can trust me! Y/n, I wasn’t faking our friendship!”

“Bullshit. I don’t believe anything that comes out your mouth anymore! You and your twisted grandmother.” I pause, “Why isn’t she here?”

After some loud sniffles, Jang Mi spoke, “She now lives in China. We had to send her away. She wasn’t thinking straight. Her crazy obsession with non-human creature hybrids was growing unhealthy.”

“Your grandmother,” Sehun’s grandfather looked towards Jang Mi with what seemed like soft eyes, “Was always obsessed with hybrids. Wolf-Vampire, Vampire-Fairy, Human-Demon. I knew her for a short time, but in the time I did...I could tell that’s what she had a liking for. But what she really cared for? Wolf-Witch Hybrids.”

Sehun finally resumes his seat beside me, sitting a bit further than before. I didn’t have time to question him on it, rather threw him a sad glance.

“What is so special about Wolf-Witch hybrids?” Eun Ji asked, walked out from behind the couch and sat on the floor in front of me. She was now gently rubbing my leg. She was trying to calm me down, becoming aware of the tension appearing in my neck, back, and my now trembling form.

“Just more myths and legends, they say a hybrid of that sorts is very powerful and rare or something. But that’s just a myth. Most Wolf-Witch couples that make it past the first marking, decided to have no children.” Sehun’s grandfather groans after he finishes speaking.

I’m left with my thoughts as more chatter between the others begin. It’s a lot of information to process, some of which I can’t seem to believe. A witch? Me? I don’t understand.

My hands rested in my lap and I stared down at them, tuning out the voices of those around me.

I can’t sleep with Sehun which means if Sehun and I were to get married...I couldn't have kids.

I gulped and turned to Sehun with a weak smile, “Well, your grandfather said not every single couple failed. So maybe-”

My words got caught in my throat as Sehun looked at me in disbelief. He looked horrified.

“Y/n, did you hear what he said? You could die!” He was shouting now. I found myself leaning away from him in shock.

“Sehun-” I reached out to touch his arm, but he flinched away like I was on fire.

“Y/n, think this through! I’m not putting you in danger, I’m not hurting you. Not again!” He stood up.

“S-so what? You’ll never mark me correctly? We’ll never be intimate?” I almost forgot about the other people now watching us cautiously.

“Sehun, come on. You said we were gonna be okay,” My voice cracks as tears burn my eyes.

Sehun scoffs, “You think we can be okay after something like this? Y/n get real! I’m not doing, I won’t do it. That’s the end of it.”

I also stand and everyone nearly shifts with me, watching the conversation grow hotter.

“That’s the end of it? What about what I want?”

“If it’s life or death, it doesn’t matter what you want Y/n,” Tears were welled up in his eyes, “Grand-dad was right. Things would have been better if we stayed away from each other. Us...this whole meeting up again should have never happened.”

“Sehun, seriously?” My voice trembles, “You’re making it seem like everything has become a burden. Like meeting you at the banquet is some sort of tragedy.”

“Well, what else could it be?” His tone was softer now. His face carrying a bittersweet smile that didn’t meet his weary eyes.

“Not that! Not a tragedy! Meeting you again was not a bad thing! I regret nothing! We can work through this.” I step forward, holding my arms out to hug him and it was almost like a sword to the chest when he stepped back.

“With mating season around the corner, I think it’s best if you keep your distance.” He mumbles. His voice was cold and the usual warmth I felt from him had disappeared.

“Sehun-”

“I’m going for a run.” He says quickly. Before I can protest, he’s thrown off his sweater and out the door.

I try to ignore everyone’s pitiful looks and look back at Sehun’s grandfather.

“Fate can be cruel, can’t it?” He stands up from his seat, “I don’t know why I thought I could prevent it.”

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[cherrypandablog-blog]

I know ist hard but you should love yourself

Hey guys,                                                                               2017.05.22

I am back from School and today school was okay. Today I wanna talk about to love yourself. Mhhh damn where can I start. First I wanna say, I don’t have any Depression.

I really hate myself. I hate my character, my body..! I hate everything. I swear to god, ist hurts so much when you hate everythng at your body. You felt ugly, uncomfortable, fat and more, but my friends told me they love the things that I hate on myself. People told me that I’m beautiful and has a nice body. They just don’t get it, that I hate myself. I am/was always a nice and famous girl with many friends. But do you know that fucking horrible feeling of loneliness, but so many friends are around you? Yeah I feel like this everyday and its so annoying. I look in the mirror and see a fat girl, with a chubby face and big thighs. Maybe other people see a pretty body goals girl, but how can I love myself when people starts to complain about their own body? We all do the wrong mistake. No one truly love himself. Some people are jealous, because you have nice curves or some people are jealous, because have nice legs. We should all our body and character I know it’s hard but we have to try. I’m sure if you told your friends, that you are fat, they say stuff like: ‘’No no your pretty’’ (like wtf did I say that I am ugly haha) but I think you know kinda what I mean. You should love your body, because the big thighs loves other or your soft tummy.

It will be hard but I’m sure you will love soon yourself. If you don’t than believe me, there is a person who will love you, your character, your laugh, your body EVERYHING.

~Cherry

[r-f-a-scenarios]

2, 4, 27!

have you ever found a writer who thinks just like you? if so, who?

E.T.A Hoffmann. His writing style at least pretty much reflects how I see my surroundings and stuff. He really focuses on detail, as if painting a picture or image through words. His writing style is really blooming and descriptive with a lot of metaphors. I’m a sucker for that and often find myself finding allegories to the most random things.

do you like your name?  is there another name you think would fit you better?

I used to dislike my name a lot… partially, because in kindergarten I’ve been teased for it and I was called “jungle plant” and “tarzan” lmao because Liane in german basically means Liana, as in the plant. ACTUALLY it is just a short version of Juliane, like the female version of Julian/Julius (like Caesar which is kinda badass if you ask me)

The second I realized that LIANE is an anagram of ALIEN i was like YESSSSSSS I’m fine with that name. 100%

do you feel like your outside appearance is a fair representation of the “real you”?

Partially yes. Mhhh, I’m me. I’m who I am. My physical appearance is a part of that. I pretty much do look like Seven, too. Red messy short curls, glasses, always wearing a big black hoodie tbh. So, yeah, I guess lmao. But I definitely do not find myself pretty and there’s days I hate how I look and feel really uncomfortable? There’s also parts of my body that make me super self conscious and on the edge of dysphoric but I just think everyone has things about themselves they might want to change if they could. I don’t beat myself up over it, so I guess, yeah. It’s an alright reflection of the real me.