#♡⊱a plays

[mynameis-a]

bronya: *watches her mother, her only family, die right in front of her, completely helpless to stop it*

march 7th not even 30 seconds later: wow that was a tough trailblazing expedition :D but we made it out alive :D the crisis is over now :D

[bbunny-bugzz]

ppl who think u can't be bred by a strap r so stupid and boring. where's your imagination?? where's your fucking whimsy??? i WILL be pinned down and bred by the strap and i WILL ENJOY IT!!!!!!

[disgustinggf]

shuffling a playlist with a thousand songs just to skip all of them until one of the four songs you want finally plays

[ryllen]

giri chocolate x ☜(⌒▽⌒)☞

[rendevok]

“Take my hand” a comic for NaruMitsu Week 2023

day 1 - lies & secrets - 2 - 3 - 4

[sunrisemill]

I believe this is what I was born to do

[rosekasa]

i think what i adore about ladynoir beyond high school age (18 and over) is the opportunity it leaves for some of the most DELICIOUS best friends to lovers scenarios. because, like, two people who've been fighting side by side for years? who've known each other long enough to make jokes about it, haha remember when we were fourteen and you-- we AGREED to never speak of it!!!! who've spent so long learning each other inside out, even, in chat noir's case, getting over feelings, that the idea of anything romantic between them is so far off the radar that they don't feel the need for certain boundaries, because why would it matter if they made jokes about how attractive they find each other, about getting married, about how they could totally mess with the rest of the miracle team by pretending they're hooking up because it's so far out of the realm of possibility.

but then there would be that imperceptible shift. the moment where one of them makes a joke and it feels just a bit more loaded than it should. gazes lingering where they never lingered and playful smiles turning curious. the sudden awareness that, while maybe they were cuddling on a rooftop with their best friend, they were also wrapped up in the arms of someone they trust with their lives, and is extremely attractive, and, wait, if the only reason it was platonic before was because there were no feelings, what does THIS mean?

THE TENSION. THE PINING. THE INHERENT MESS OF BEING IN YOUR TWENTIES. PLEASEEEE

[swampybogg]

[jaegerdilf]

pairings: choso kamo x f! reader

warnings: oral + virginity + non / dubcon + cumplay

💌: choso has been rotting my brain so so bad n i need to write smth for him 😵‍💫 pls accept this as my formal intro to the jjk writing community on here

to say choso is inexperienced is an understatement. he can count the amount of times he’s jerked off on one hand and he’s never even had sex, but ever since he met you all he wants is to bury his cock inside your cunt and fuck you til he’s spent.

it becomes increasingly more difficult for choso to resist taking what he wants, blushing a deep red every time you speak to him because just seconds before he was picturing you beneath him, pussy stretched beyond it’s limits as he fucks you raw and fills your womb with load after load of his sticky cum, wanting nothing more than to use you for his pleasure.

he bides his time, growing closer to you and gaining your trust, subtly sinking his grasp deeper and deeper into you before suggesting you let him fuck you. what he doesn’t know, is that you crave his dick just as bad, spending your nights humping a pillow to the thought of him rearranging your insides.

you make your move first, “accidentally” grinding against choso’s sensitive bulge or pressing your tits into his arms, tired of waiting around for him to do something and each interaction leaves him impossibly hard, seconds away from blowing his load and cumming in his pants.

he’s finally had enough when you bend over and flash your panties, his eyes locked on the wet spot on the gusset and he nearly salivates while staring at your cunt.

choso wastes no time forcing you to your knees, watching as your eyes glaze over and noticing how eager you are to obey.

“oh,” he says, laughing a little when the realization that you’re a cockslut hits him, “you wanted this, huh?”

you nod dumbly, unable to tear your eyes away as he frees his cock. the veins make your mouth water but his thickness scares you, wondering how the hell you’re meant to take that. it’s almost like he can read your mind and it makes you shudder when your hear him speak. “don’t worry sweetheart, i’ll make it fit.”

that’s the only warning you receive before choso forces his entire length down your throat, not bothering to ask for permission. he uses you like a toy, ignoring your gags in favor of focusing on the feeling of your throat tightening up around him, grunting when you use your tongue to trace a vein on the underside of his cock. you do your best to keep your eyes open and on his face. he isn’t usually expressive but it seems as though the white hot pleasure he feels has done a number on him, brows furrowed and his jaw tight while you work your mouth over him.

he can feel his orgasm approaching as he fucks your throat and reluctantly pulls you off his cock, a whiney moan escaping him as you suckle the tip before releasing him from your mouth.

“why’d you make me stop?” you pout, voice raspy from having your mouth violated. you’re itching to make him cum and drain his balls until he can’t anymore, desperate to finally taste him.

choso’s torso is flushed and covered in sheen of sweat, the view making your thighs clench while you wait for him to do something. “made you stop ‘cause i’m gonna cum on your pretty face.”

he curses when you look up at him through wet lashes, tears threatening to fall, tongue hanging out in preparation for his thick load and it makes him cum almost instantly. he doesn’t even have to stroke his cock before it’s twitching and he’s emptying his balls on your face. his load is thick and seems never ending, globs of it draping over your lashes and covering your face, making you moan when some makes its way into your mouth.

choso thinks he’s in love.

in love with how you drag your fingers across your face and slip the cum coated digits in your mouth. the urge to kiss you is strong and he gives into it immediately, pressing his lips to your clumsily before you take the lead and slide your tongue into his mouth, causing him to groan into the kiss when he tastes himself on your tongue.

[luvlyycy]

"paws off, ajax !!" you yell, even though his hands are still on your panties— "what'd i do?" he frowns.

"stop checking out my clothes, okay? you're really embarrassing already!!" you huff, slumping down on your bed— plus, he's the one who said to show him your entire outfit for dinner tomorrow.

he laughs, fingers running over the pale pink lace attatched to your thin panties, "i merely said these were a bit whorish. i mean, they are cute. but, you're only going for dinner with me." he tilts his head to your face— your cute cheeks puffed up as you pout.

"whatever. get out my room." this is why you hate visiting home during breaks, should've stayed at your college dorm you think.. instead of with this stupid idiot. actually, even if you stayed at the dorm— he goes to the same college.

he sits next to you, arm around your shoulders as he holds up your panties. "d'you have anything that covers up your pussy more?" he grins.

you slap your hands over your face, "shaddup!!" .

he looks at you, "what? don't wanna cover up your pussy? is that it?" he speaks smoothly, without wavering as he slides his hands between your legs— rubbing your pussy over your shorts.

"or maybe your slutty pussy doesn't wanna be covered."

[chromesturn]

the strand of hair has me weak he’s so pretty 💝💞💘

[thebrainrotsreal]

DP screencap re-draw except I took so many liberties, 'cause I'm figuring out how I wanna draw Danny! And exploring my Vlad design with little tweaks :) !! Been on a drawing kick, lately, praying it doesn't end.

[grimmweepers]

𝐏𝐄𝐓 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘: OCT 10TH

— ♤ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: fyodor dostoyevsky x gn!reader | 𝐜𝐰: oral!giving, messy blowjob, deepthroat, dubcon, he’s kind of mean, facial, bruise mention, no aftercare, established relationship, very little dialogue for reader, dom/sub dynamics, tail, collar, a leash, cat ears, the lot! 1.6k wc, 18+ only, MDNI.

𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐫 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

reblogs and interactions are always appreciated ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

Fyodor loved the idea of reducing you to something less than human. 

Seated high and comfortably in his chair, he delighted in the sight of you crawling naked at his feet. Cat ears were perched on your head and nestled in your ass was a thick tail that twitched with each sway of your hips. Your collar was snug around your neck and in the centre, hung a small tag that simply read: RETURN TO DOSTOYEVSKY.

Kneeling there, perfectly trained, you watched him lure you in with his bedroom eyes. You weren’t sure if this was him giving permission to begin but he didn’t stop you when you leaned down on all fours.

Fyodor didn’t indulge in many things, but seeing you switch into this dumb headspace where your only purpose was to be domesticated—or rather kept for enjoyment—was something he could always get behind.

“Ah-ah, not too fast,” he said in a condescending tone as he tugged at your leash, pulling you closer between his legs. The soft fur of your tail brushed against your thigh as you shifted position. 

After five—no, ten minutes of slathering your mouth around his cock, Fyodor found amusement in the way your legs were already trembling beneath you, struggling to hold yourself steady. His eyes became fixed on your cheeks hollowing as you bobbed up and down his length, fat tears streaming down your face while you obediently adjusted to a slower, more deliberate pace.

You took him as deep as you could which only muffled any chance of coherency.

“Mmm, that’s better,” he cooed.

You whimpered around him as he gave you an appreciative pat on the head. When you leaned into his touch, his lips bore the slightest grin, humoured by how willing you were to please him.

He lazily trailed his fingers down your jaw before his thumb brushed the little bell on your collar, flicking it lightly to hear its delicate chime,

“See? You get what you want when you listen.”

His thick shaft was lodged too deep in your throat for a response, but there was no point. The painful ache in your jaw was your own doing, a consequence of following him around and nagging him for attention when he was far too focused on his latest scheme.

Nagging never worked. But having you like this? On your knees, gagging on his cock? That always did it.

You took him inch by inch until the tip of your nose brushed against the dark patch of hair at his base. A quiet huff escaped him, barely audible, but it sent a rush of relief through you. 

Slowly but surely, Fyodor was beginning to unravel, which only spurred you on. You needed to see him lose his composure, otherwise what would be your purpose in all this?

So you flattened your tongue against the underside of his cock, tracing every vein with wet, sloppy strokes before swirling it around his sensitive tip. Over and over. 

You repeated the motion, causing him to shiver slightly after every stroke.

One point for you. 

Occasionally, you’d drag your tongue away from his cock, pressing open-mouthed kisses along his inner thigh, tasting the salt and sweat on his skin. The thick scent of his musk and arousal made you dizzy. Delirious, even.

You softly hummed around his length as you resumed putting your mouth to work and felt a shudder ripple throughout his entire body, his thighs tensing beneath your palm. The room filled with obscene sounds of your lips sloppily sucking and swallowing his cock. Spit dribbled down your chin and pooled in your lap, mixing with your own arousal.

The glow from his monitors bathed your tears with an otherworldly purple light. When you looked like this, it always justified his decision to keep you in this state.

He could see you were just as turned on by all this from how often your legs would quiver whenever he elicited a sound. Your hand even dared to slip between your thighs to take care of that ache but you knew better than to touch yourself without his permission. The tail buried inside you sent small, rippling jolts of pleasure that you had to ignore, lest you anger him with your lack of focus.

You were so well-behaved that not even the pain from bruised knees could coax a complaint from your lips. So out of what he considered kindness, he gave you a small gesture, allowing you to pause.

“Breathe,” he said.

You released him with a wet pop, the sound echoing in the otherwise quiet room. You panted softly, drool still coating your lips, and when you looked up at him with wide, pleading eyes, you saw a flicker of satisfaction on his face. 

Unfortunately, this brief moment of generosity was just that—a moment. Because Fyodor wasn’t done with you. 

With a sharp tug of your leash, he forced you back to his cock, “Now finish cleaning me up,” his voice was eerily warm for someone who had you shackled by the neck. 

The look he gave you was pitiful but you didn’t hesitate. You took him deep again, sucking him with renewed intensity. This time, when your lips reached his base, he took the opportunity to enjoy you fully, tilting his head back while his Adam’s apple bobbed at the feeling of your wet mouth clenching around him.

“You’re…” a drawn out, breathy moan escaped his chest, “…doing so well. How exquisite, you are.”

His grip on the leash got tighter, twisting the chain around his hand so he could buck repeatedly into your mouth. You could feel his fat tip prodding the back of your throat which made you gag and slurp again and again.

In. Out. In. Out.

It was filthy and rough and the bell around your neck jingled with each thrust. At this point, you weren't sure what you wanted more—his thick hot cum spluttering inside you or some damn air.

“Take it deeper,” he slurred, his body shuddering as your throat desperately stretched to accommodate his length, struggling to keep up with his ruthless pace

You were a mess of spit and tears and he ogled every time it would disappear behind your poor little, beaten lips.

"You can do it," he said—but this was far from encouragement.

He was taunting you, just another attempt to bully one more helpless gag out of you. And he observed you as he pounded your mouth, you felt his balls lewdly slap your chin.

“Want it, kitten?” Your vision was blurred by your tears but you blinked up at him anyway. Yes, yes, yes. Please!

“Think you’ve been good enough?” His voice lowered but it was laced with urgency.

He wanted to finish and you craved for him to finish in you.

You slurped around him, breathing through your nose while his cock impossibly stiffened and ached. After a deep breath, you took the entire thing in one go and held it at the base.

“God…” he hissed through clenched teeth.

The last thing you heard was a long grunt when he finally came. His hips jerked forward in one final thrust, forcing himself deep into your throat before pulling out, his hand pumping himself as hot ropes of cum splattered across your face.

The first burst hit your lips, the second painted your cheeks, and the third dripped down to your chest, each twitch of his cock sending more cum spilling across your skin. The broken whimper that followed was strangled and raw, enough to make you shudder.

Giving himself to you like this wasn’t a common occurrence so he always came so much, and seeing his face twisted in pleasure like this almost had you cumming untouched.

Sometimes he missed finishing inside you, to have the warmth of your walls squelching around him as he drained his balls, all while you struggled to take it—but dirtying you up was another form of entertainment in itself.

He leaned back on his chair, chest rising and falling as he caught his breath. Admiring you through half-lidded eyes, he was pleased with the mess he left on your face.

“Such diligence,” he muttered as he used the still-throbbing tip of cock to smear his seed across your cheek, making sure to cover every spot he might have missed, “What a pretty, impure little sight you are.”

You remained on your knees, staring up at him through the sticky mess, sheepishly waiting for the next unpredictable thing he had up his sleeves. The air between you was hot, and you ached to be touched—to be praised again. Your body burned for it but Fyodor wasn’t in any hurry.

With languid motion, he dragged your leash back between his legs, the chain clattering as he did. “You missed a spot,” he pointed out.

Without hesitation, you carefully lapped up the remnants of his seed from his softening length. Another strangled moan poured from his lips, the aftershock of his orgasm still making him tense in your mouth.

When you were done, you licked your lips clean of any lingering mess. His eyes were sharp as they met yours and for a moment, the room was filled with nothing but the sound of your breathing.

“You’ve done well,” he finally said. “But don’t think for a second that we’re finished.”

Fyodor stood up, letting out one last sigh before savouring the picture of your naked, cum-streaked body. With an unreadable expression on his face, he towered over you as he adjusted his pants. There was an air of finality around him as he looked down at you.

“Stay like that,” he didn't bat an eye as he sat back down, swiveling his chair back to his desk, “We’ll continue later.”

“Yes, Fedya,” you hoarsely responded after what felt like a lifetime. Hearing his words made you gulp, you almost forgot you had a voice after he had just abused your throat.

As he resumed his work, you stayed in place, a silent, obedient pet at his feet, knowing that this was only the tip of the iceberg.

© 2024 grimmweepers — do not repost, copy, translate, modify my work on any platform

dividers: @/astrumaur

[gummyfang]

♡♡♡ |   ˗ˏˋ FULL GEAR WORKOUT  ´ˎ˗

➳　【 K ö n i g　ｘ　Ｒｅａｄｅｒ 】

��� Warnings: 𝟏𝟖+, 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭, 𝐧𝐬𝐟𝐰, 𝐚𝐟𝐚𝐛 / 𝐠𝐧 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐩 𝐢𝐧 𝐯, 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐤 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤, 𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐲 𝐠𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤

𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: man idk what this is i needed to get my gear kink out of my system lmao. konig fucks u in full gear that’s all. this is a mess. sorry no capital letters in this one my wrist hurts and pressing shift hurts womp womp :(

𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 ♡

“fuck, oooh scheiße, i can’t...” könig’s guttural babbling slowly died down in his throat as he groaned loudly, hips smacking against your pelvis with a noisy squelch. your back arches off the freshly cleaned bedsheets as his cock pistoned into your spongy cunt deliciously, but his gloved hands kept you from twisting away from him. this had all started as a joke. an offhand remark. as you’d dropped by könig’s barracks only to find him suited up in full combat gear, earning a look from you. he just explained it was for training purposes. his body had to stay used to the gear, as he had no time to grow comfortably accustomed to the weight and heat out in the field every time.  clearly, he’d taken your joke about him fucking you raw in it for practice very seriously. your legs wrapped around his hips clumsily as könig continued to pound into you, the fabric of his combat cargo trousers causing your legs to slip down a little. although you were convinced könig was completely lost in the feeling of being enveloped by the feeling of your warmth sucking in his dick further with each thrust, you felt his gaze move down to look at you. his gray eyes were sultry and pooling with lust from beneath his sniper hood, his gaze just barely meeting yours through the holes in the cloth. “you need some help?” he laughed breathily. before you could groan out a response, könig moved his leathery grip from your wrists. you whined as the comforting pressure of his tactical vest left your abdomen. however, your whines quickly turned to loud moans as könig hoists your leg over his shoulder and starts thrusting his cock into you at a heightened angle. ohhh fuck. your head twisted itself back into the pillow, mouth agape as you watched your boyfriend fuck you. the glinster in his eyes told you he was thoroughly enjoying seeing you like this. “i should fuck you like this more often, engel. you look gorgeous.” könig growled. while his muscular right arm locked your leg in place over his shoulder, his other hand started exploring your body, fingers grazing over your clit. könig groaned deeply, his hips stuttering a little as his finger traced your bare skin. his cock twitched inside you, the sight of your naked body at the mercy of his fully clothed one seemed to do something to him he had never realized he loved. he pulled out of your cunt suddenly, a string of slick still attaching you to his erect cock. without any effort, he grabbed your hips and rolled you over onto your stomach, before reentering you from behind. you cried out as he picked up his pace brutally. könig’s eyes flashed with caution as he instinctively leaned over, grabbing a fistful of your hair and pushing your face into the pillow. “careful, now, engel. someone might hear us.” he growled, followed by a soft whimper. he wasn’t going to last much longer. your eyes rolled back into your skull as you felt the hard, icy metal of the canisters and tubes of his vest press into your back. it was painful, but it hurt so good. something about that sensation sent you over the edge. “könig!” you cried his name into the pillow as your body spasmed, your puffy walls tightening around his cock deliciously as you came. könig groaned loudly as his body lurched forward at the sensation, feeling his gear press you into the bed even further. his hips stuttered as he moaned into your ear deliciously, before his cock spurted hot ropes of cum deep inside you. slowly, könig fucked himself out into you, before his hips finally came to a halt. you felt the draping fabric of his sniper hood brush against the back of your neck, damp with his sweat and breath. you felt his hand gently pat your hip twice before he pulled out, chuckling softly. “i think i just found my new favorite workout routine.”

[b1mbodoll]

CNC HEESEUNG THOUGHT AHHHH

my mouth starts drooling at the thought of heeseung trying to “force” himself into me

pairings: lee heeseung x f! reader

warnings: cnc / can be read as noncon + creampies + degradation + manipulation + impact play + breeding + babytrapping + dacryphilia + pregnancy + mindbreak + daddy kink + overstimulation + objectification

💌: i blacked out writing this i don’t know what happened :T

“hee!” you cry, sobs wracking your chest as you try to push him away, shoving at his strong chest with your hands. “daddy, stop! don’ want it, please stop.”

heeseung doesn’t bother to stop and tears your panties with ease, licking his lips at the sight of your dripping cunt. despite how you wail and struggle he knows you want this, you want his cock rearranging your insides and it makes him impossibly hard when you act like you don’t.

he presses his lips to yours harshly, teeth against teeth and saliva dripping down your chin making him groan into the kiss. he kisses you until the lack of oxygen makes you slap him across the face, his cheek red and stinging from the pain.

gasping when you realize what you did you look up at your boyfriend, mouth opening and closing while you try to figure out what to say. “daddy, i’m so sorry — ” you trail off, fear making your heart pound in your chest. heeseung’s so angry now, clenching his jaw and staring you down intensely it makes you shudder.

“don’t act all sorry now, little one. i know you jus’ want daddy to fuck you like a dumb whore, isn’t that right? just need my cock fuckin’ a baby into you so you stop acting like a god damn brat, hm?” his tone is sharp, the bite in his voice leaves you with no other choice but to submit to him. “use your big girl words and tell me the truth.”

you’re quick to obey his orders, jutting your bottom lip out as you look at him, vision blurry with unshed tears. “seungie, ‘m so sorry,” you whine. “i didn’t mean to!” his hands grip your sweet face, thumbs wiping away your tears while you struggle to voice your thoughts. “but i don’t want it, daddy. can’t take it today.”

heeseung knows you don’t mean it, but your whiney voice does nothing except make his cock twitch, precum dribbling from his slit and seeping through his pants.

he wastes no time stripping, ridding himself of his clothes before lining the tip of his cock with your drooling cunt, coating his length in your juices because although he’s completely disregarding your wishes he doesn’t want to rough you up too much. “you’re such a little bitch.” he taunts, gritting his teeth as your tight walls accomodate to his cock and squeeze him just right, wet pussy squelching loudly when he bottoms out.

“be fucking quiet,” he pulls out til just his cockhead is inside, watching your hole clench around him. “just fucking take it, ‘s all you’re good for anyway.” you can’t bring yourself to reply properly when he bullies into your heat, your mouth falling open as he fucks you stupid.

your tummy feels so full, making you gasp every time his tip presses painful kisses to your cervix, sometimes even threatening to fuck into your little womb when he manipulates your body in a way that allows him to reach deeper. heeseung is completely drunk off the feeling of fucking you raw, feeling even more sensitive than usual as his bare cock drags against your inner walls, your pussy trying to milk him of his thick cum with each squeeze.

maybe he’d truly believe you didn’t want him to breed you if you weren’t moaning like a slutty little pornstar and if he couldn’t feel the way you suck him in, your hole welcoming the feeling of him battering your pussy and rearranging your insides.

“you didn’t want it huh?” you can hear the smirk on his face, chest heaving as you try to catch your breath and get used to how hard he fucks into you, “then why’s your nasty little cunt tightening up around me? it’s leakin’ so much too, ‘s cus you’re a fuckin’ slut, right?” he taunts, slapping your ass before continuining. “so stupid for dick you let me do this, fuck — ” he hisses, “still take it like a champ even after whining about it like a crybaby.”

his degrading words make you keen, pussy creaming around his cock and he fucks you through it, “holy shit, i’m gonna knock you up, slut.” his words are slurred and his mind hazy, struggling to keep his pace. “need to breed you, gotta let everyone know you belong to me.”

“no heeseung stop! i’m serious!” you put up a fight, squirming and twisting beneath him but it’s no use, body betraying you as exhaustion creeps up, making you go limp and take what he chooses to give you.

your voice is raspy and your scratchy throat has you wincing when you speak, “please, don’t cum inside.” despite your protests, the grip your pussy has on his cock is intense and heeseung grunts one last time before he’s spurting hot ropes of sticky cum directly into your womb, piercing your cervix in the process.

overstimulation pricks your nerves and the feeling of his cum flooding your insides causes you to sob, shaking as heeseung continues to violate your sore cunt. he doesn’t care whether or not you feel good from this, selfishly using you to chase his release over and over until he’s shooting blanks and sure you’re carrying his baby, stuffing his fingers in your cunt after pulling out.

“sorry baby,” he coos and presses a kiss to your temple when you jolt. “don’t wanna waste it, right? we gotta make sure it takes.”

you nod at his words without bothering to process what he’s saying, too fucked out to care about getting pregnant. after all, you wanted it, right?

[oonessawness]

Been working on commissions alot but heres my boy Yancy cause I feel like I haven't drawn him in forever :> + tanktop bc uhmmm i like men. (old art that inspired me to redraw him under the cut!!)

I also have a shirtless version of the new one so ermmm if anyone wants to see it ill tack it onto a reblog ^_^...