#and on top of all that!! i needed to like the print because im a picky bitch it turns out

[achlysyuu]

When you say things to him that cause misunderstanding — Manjiro Sano

:a/n — im feeling quite generous today, so why not write another fluff before my motivation runs out. wc: 607 (short)

It's the anniversary of your relationship in a few days, you want to make a commemorative album to record your days together.

After you've bought all your crafting props, you selected a lot of photos to print out. You're primping the new hot melt, accidentally flipped the switch, the glue stick is heated and suddenly there's a big drop of glue. Unevenly, it also dripped right onto one of the few single photos he had.

It’s over ..you quickly turn off the glue gun, observing the extent of damage to the photo. Noticing the glue stains that had just dripped right onto his face.

But then, just in time, he pushed his way through the door. You're moving fast, hurriedly hid the photo behind your back.

It's not allowed to spoil the surprise.

Alarm bells go off in your mind and you move the photo to the corner of the table, getting up and running towards him yourself.

"(name)-chin—" he stood by the door rubbing his eyes as if he hadn't seen what you'd just done, just calling your name and cuddling towards you in a clingy manner.

Mikey hugs you, whispers in your ear coquettishly, and you pat his back and rub his face, softly saying, "You must be tired, Mikey."

Mikey takes kindly to your reassurances and rubs himself in your arms for a while, the tone of his voice sank back to a sudden seriousness. The person who has just been soft and enjoying your pampering was nowhere to be found. "What was (name) hiding?"

!?

There's no surprise if he finds out that you’re making a handmade book..

You think this and stand on your tiptoes, subconsciously blocking his view. "I was.. looking at Mikey's photos! The photos when you went out to play before are very memorable!"

"Then.." Mikey’s eyes softened and he resumed his newly lazy look. "Then I'm going to watch it with (name)-chin!" he said, bringing you closer towards the table with him.

You steadied yourself in time to get in front of him again.

"No..no." you stop him from getting any further near the table.

"Eh? Why.." Mikey said with a bit of disappointment in his eyes.

You're too busy coughing softly and blurting out. "Because I just went overboard with Mikey's picture and haven't dealt with it yet!"

Much to your surprise, you see Mikey freeze, his pupils vibrating as he stays in place for several seconds. Something like getting glue marks on a photo is really over the top, isn't it, but is it that shocking?

You look at his perverse expression, and secretly think back to what you just said, clearly there is no problem, right? You looked at his perverse expression and secretly recalled your own words just now, clearly there is no problem?

"What's with you, Mikey?" you reached out and waved your hand in front of his face, trying to regain his wandering consciousness.

"I.." Realising that he had lost his temper, Mikey was stunned for a moment, his cheeks tinted with red little by little. Seeing you look at him with a puzzled look on your face. He reached out and gently stroked your hair, then turned his face away in a chirpy manner.

"So (name)-chin likes me so much.."

"Eh?" you blinked, why did he suddenly say something like that? "Of course, I have always liked Mikey the most!"

"Well, (name), next time you need me..just tell me directly.." Mikey turned his head and held you in his arms. "I'll grant all your wishes."

"Ah..Okay.." you were held in his arms, confused. Why does it feel like Mikey misunderstood something?

[fobnsfwdoodlesbackup]

Hi y'all, I just wanted to talk a little about the behind the scenes of what I've been up to, to give y'all a little transparency and to open myself up for any tips or input! 🙏 Thank you for your continued support and for taking the time to look at my art 🫶

First and foremost I wanted to give some transparency about my art capacity.

As og followers may remember, I started this blog when I was doing art full time. Eventually my living expenses grew and I had to go back to work. I find myself in a cycle of "I'll make more art soon, once I get a job!" And "I'll make more art soon, once I am done with this job!" I lost my most recent job suddenly, having had an extension waved over my head until the last day(October 7th). Now I'm excited to have more time for art, but I am also feeling a rush to get a new job ASAP as I've been living paycheck to paycheck. I dream of doing this work full time, I'm just scared it's not quite there yet and I worry that I come off as scammy or dishonest when I anticipate more stability around the corner.

Second, I've been struggling with the Patreon. It's taken me a while to come to terms with this, but from what I've seen Patreon is not intuitive at all from the creator end. It doesn't do a good job of organizing addresses, emails, showing who or who isn't subscribed to me, or organizing and displaying the work I put on there. I've been really shocked by this experience, since lots of big names use Patreon. It's been a great way to streamline support, but it's been unhelpful in every other regard. I would like to continue using it, but I will most likely post more wips or process videos there in the future.

Which brings me to my third point, zines. I love making zines so much, it feels personal and fulfilling and fun! However the Patreon issues make it harder to keep information in order about where to send zines, or even where to message folks about them. In addition to this, the post office has been a big barrier to me, oftentimes only being open at the same time as my dayjob. Making zines can take days, then sending them out is a whole other monster.

This work is so important to me. Drawing peoples fantasies, representing body types, creating work around sexuality and the human experience feels like what I'm meant to do. I've made comics since I was a kid. This is the dream to me. The friends I've been able to make through this work are so important to me, and the conversations have been invaluable. Not to mention fun! I wanna doodle, I wanna draw hot stuff, I wanna thirst over these dudes! I want to play!

But I also just want to be transparent about the barriers I'm working around to share that experience. I'm completely self taught, both in art AND in running shops, building websites, running 8 accounts, etc. I take a lot of time to learn the logistics of these things, and try to make them make sense for my relationship with y'all (I do not want to paywall my art!! I don't want to!!!). This year my desktop broke down (the main one I use for all paintings and digital art). I've paused my Etsy shops and my Patreon to try to catch up with things. Trying to learn to paint in a completely different program. Then lost my job with no savings.

At the end of the day I don't want anything to come between me sharing my art with you. I wish I could doodle a thing, take a picture, and post it here. No third party site, no shop, no subscription. Just sharing my art with you. I promise I'm trying to figure out how to stay as close to that as possible, and I want to thank y'all for sticking with me as I untangle all of that.

So, what can you expect in the near future?

I'm working on a couple of painting commissions right now, which you should be able to see in the next couple of days! I want to catch up on kinktober and get those posted as well. There's a comic commission in progress which I'm very eager to work on, and which I think y'all will be excited for! To ease the weight of the Patreon I think I may do less zines/polls there and more wips and process videos! If possible, I want to do more full colored work too.

Thank you again for enjoying my work, and if you have any input or tips my inbox is always open 🙏🫶💕

[girlwiththegreenhat]

my mom found seven heads up pennies today in the parking lot, the $20 lotto ticket she turned in was actually a $50 winner and then the ticket she bought today won her another $500

meanwhile, i am dealing with double printer failure

equivalent exchange or something. luck cannot be created. it is simply reassigned.

[scalpelsister]

I finally have a short sleeve button down again 😭

[buzzingroyalty]

how to grub your karkat

or you can use this for any other plush or if you wanna make a whole new plush entirely or whatever

disclaimer im not a professional in any sense of the word and theres anything technical im doing wrong or you think you can do it better by all means dont hold back

Things you’ll need

sewing machine unless youre really dedicated but doing it by hand is gonna be an agonizing feat i promise. I just used a straight stitch for everything

Fabrics: for the main body i suggest a minky or something soft, for the inner lining something in the same color as the main body and ideally with some stretch, and anything black for the legs. Less than a yard of each will do

if youre using minky or anything furry get a lint roller. Trust me

stuffing, i used polyfil

threads that match your fabrics

good fabric scissors

sewing needle for hand sewing/fixes

karkat plush (optional)

Heres the pattern i came up with! They are numbered for your convenience and pieces with the same numbers are going to be part of the same row of segments. cut everything out on the black lines (Make sure when you’re printing to fit the image to the page size.) on the left we have the belly pieces, the right is the main body, and we have the foot in between

Im using a relatively thin minky fabric, im sure you can use whatever but something with some fluffiness kinda helps to mask any imperfections in the sewing. When drawing out your patterns keep in mind what direction your fibers settle in and try to keep it consistent

On the wrong side of the fabric measure out at least a half inch seam allowance around each piece of the pattern, i used a centimeter and that worked but had me sweatin a bit.

For the main body pieces fold your fabric in half before you cut so you can have 2 of each segment that are mirrored to each other, i also extended all of the #1 pieces an additional centimeter/half inch at the top so we can fold them over at the very end. I highly suggest numbering the insides of all the cut pieces, especially in a way where you will remember what direction they are each meant to sit

After you’ve numbered all your pieces, set them aside and start making your feet!

Each of the 6 legs is made of two pieces, but i because i only had a swatch of the black minky i made up for the rest with some random black scrap fabric from an old project. Try to keep your fabric consistent if you can lol

I didnt give these pieces any more seam allowance on the fabric but i recommend adding a centimeter or half inch to the base of it to extend the length and have some more wiggle room

like so

Instead of cutting out 12 individual pieces and struggling to stitch them all together i started with 6, then pinning each piece real tight with the right/furry side down onto my secondary fabric, and slowly stitching around the shape real close to the edges- DO NOT CLOSE THE FLAT SIDE as we are going to stuff the feet through here

Now cut the shape out of the fabric and repeat till you have 6 feet

Now flip those bad boys inside out, stuff up, and if you wanna you can match them to their best pairs

now grab a pair of feeties and your #1 pieces and line them up, in this picture my belly #1 piece is shorter bc i forgot to add the extra centimeter and i recut that once i realized. Line those sides up with the right/furry parts touching and with the feet in between, flip it around to make sure everything's sitting the way you want it

Note. i didnt realize until later but i sewed my feet in upside down. save yourself the time it takes to fix it and dont make the same mistake

Straight stitch these layers together and repeat with the next two segments our good friends #2 & #3

Repeat this for the #2 and #3 sections but NOT THE #4, that part doesnt need feet! just line those edges up right/furry sides together and sew

the secret to the squish of the suit is making this inner lining from another fabric and stuffing it! I used what i had leftover from a stretchy red fabric for a kanaya skirt. For this we need to make a new pattern for each section, making sure it follows the curve of the round edge but the piece itself is shorter, almost like youre removing the seam allowance you added. Mine is a centimeter shorter on the top and on the bottom and reaches to the middle

Make one of these for each numbered segment,you only need to make half the pattern and you can fold your fabric in half on a crease and you end up with one symmetrical piece (bars)

Now you need to pin these pieces right on top of the wrong side of your numbered furry sections and line up the straight edges like so (disclaimer for LOTS OF SCARY NEEDLES !!)

Admittedly i didnt estimate how long these pieces needed to be very accurately and overshot it a bit, if you start pinning it from the middle and continue outwards on either side thatll ensure its not too lose and you can cut off any excess after

The only exception is piece #1, if you recall we gave this #1 section extra seam allowance. This is so we can sew down that excess at the neck later and hide any of the inside that might show once its all put together. Do not connect the top edge to the inner lining! Since i added an extra centimeter earlier im gonna leave that hanging and pin + sew down the inner lining a centimeter lower than the top edge. LEAVE THE CURVED EDGES OPEN! DONT SEW THEM TOGETHER! those stay open to stuff

Straight stitch the lined up edges together

Now you have all these skinned pieces of little freak and we need to connect all these segments together making sure to sew UNDER the existing stitches so we dont see those on the outside when its all put together

Inside looks like a bit of a mess but thats fine bc its not the part that matters

Now stuff it! you might need a stick or pencil or something long and thin to get stuffing into the middle bits

Now thats its stuffed you can finally close those curved edges. Try not to sew over a thick mound of stuffing, push it in a little further to give yourself some space and you can fluff it back out after everythings closed. I cut off that excess lining fabric after sewing

Ough… they filleted my boy…

Finally, match up all the edges and lines and HAND SEW them right sides together. You will destroy your machine trying to work around that stuffing i promise. You also have an excuse to get up from your work desk and sew on a couch or smth. I used a standard backstitch for a tight finish and again, make sure you sew under any existing stitches so they arent visible on the outside!

Speaking of the outside, once you stitch everything together you can very gently flip this sucker inside out

This is @hatamonu’s cat Cocaina, aka Coco. Her perfectly square figure made it into my grub files somehow so shes essential to the tutorial

Check the fit and all thats left to do is roughly baste stitch down that excess neck fabric onto the stuffed lining and youre set! I gave the thread slight tugs as i went to tighten the opening a bit put dont tighten it too much

tadaaaaa

It fits pretty snug but starts to slip a bit with motion. Heres a bounce test

 If you do shake your baby make sure to safety pin the plush to the suit so he doesnt prematurely shed his exosekeleton

Now spread that baby fever and show your baby to the world

pics from the ALA 2025 homestuck meetup and supplied by para.dox.cos

Tysm for coming along this ride with me especially if you followed the prototype journey on twitter, much thanks to my more sewing savvy friend for the solution to my grub dilemma and for helping me design and build my dolorosa cosplay <3 much love and hopefully many more homestuck cosplays and meetups to come in the future!

[paper-mario-wiki]

Hey dudette, how do you make money?

i do a lot of things! though my primary role at my job is "business manager".

stuff i do/have done for my job:

manage ongoing relationships with clients

manage internal databases

manage weekly and biweekly emails that go out internally and to clients

keep on top of my boss's email folder by deleting spam, organizing things into folders, and marking the most significant emails as such

forecast the trajectory of the business a few times a year

fly out to business events to act as an in-person assistant for the boss

one time i was at home while the boss was at an event and i had to design an attractive business casual corporate-style social bingo cards from the ground up, locate a printing shop in san diego, and put in an order for 50 of them to be delivered to the hotel the event was happening at. all of these things had to be done within 24 hours. here's what it ended up looking like (minus the actual logo of the company running the event, which is now 2 now red squares)

one time i wrote a pilot for a tv show my boss was going to be on with someone from a different company. it got accepted and recorded 2 episodes before they decided to drop it

research different appliances my boss wants to buy for herself and her home

code a website for the business

really anything else that needs to get done. the reason i was hired is because my boss saw me as someone who can kinda do anything if i have enough time to do so. im compensated well enough for the effort though so im not complaining.

[nislost]

SHE LET ME HIT😭🙏🏼 | chapter 10

warnings: smut, unprotected sex (wrap it up.)

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“am i gonna regret this?” you say out loud after sending haechan a come over text. “nah” you get up and decide to clean yourself up a bit and put a cute matching set just in case the both of you actually do something. after showering you start drying your hair with a towel until you hear a knock at your door. you get up and check your peephole first because you aren’t trying to be in a horror movie, but all you see is a nervous haechan rubbing his hands on his sweats. you giggle at his cute action and open the door. haechan’s head jerks to your direction “h-hey!” he squeaks out causing you to giggle. “come on in” you open the door wider giving him a full view of your tank top and very short shorts. “do you wanna watch a movie?” you ask as you pat the spot next to you on the couch motioning for him to next to you. “uh sure” haechan says sitting next to you putting his hands in the pocket of his hoodie. you grab the remote and put on some random movie you were recommended awhile ago but never had the chance to watch.

an hour passes and the next scene definitely shocks the both of you. it was the freakiest sex scene you’ve seen. the girl in the movie is in the janitors closet getting fucked by her professor and he has her gagged to keep her quiet. “o-oh i didn’t expect that!” you nervously laugh frantically searching for the remote. the second you do find it you quickly turn the tv off and sigh out of relief. you turn to haechan covering his face with his hands which makes you giggle, you peel his hands away from his face to reveal how flustered he is. he’s looking everywhere but you at the moment so you grab his chin and force him to look at you. he looked so attractive you couldn’t explain why his face was red, eyes were glossed over, glasses were hanging at the bridge of his nose, and he looked so…desperate?

“haechan..?” you say softly causing him to whimper “i-im sorry can i use your bathroom..?” he asks looking away from you again then it clicked you look down at his lap. he got hard and the print showing through had you rubbing your thighs together. “i can help you know..” you say sheepishly looking away, haechan’s eyes widen “you don’t have to!” he says frantically but he quickly shuts up at your next words “i want to…please?” with that he slowly nods.

in a flash you were straddling haechan making out with him like two hungry wolves. haechan kept his hands on your waist not wanting to make you uncomfortable which annoyed you, grabbing his hands and placing them on your hips you mumble “you can touch me” which causes haechan to jerk upwards. you let out a whine then started grinding on him slowly which had him panting like a dog in heat. you pull away from his lips and take a quick look at him, he looked fucked out even though the both of you haven’t done much yet. “y/n i need you please..” haechan whimpers pulling all your weight down on his hard on and he begins to grind up into you seeking some type of pleasure.

the next thing you know haechan rips your clothes off, pull his sweats down and pulls your panties to the side. “can i put it in? please tell me i can. please please please” he begs looking at you with desperation you nod but that made him frown “i want you to say it y/n.” the desperation in his voice went straight down to your core. “haechan please as put your cock in me” you whine that caused him to quickly slide in.

the both of you sigh out a moan and you begin to bounce at a slow pace. “f-fuck you feel so good…so perfect for me” haechan moans his head leans back resting on the couch. he decides he needed more so he grips your hips and thrusts upwards into you causing you to moan “haechan just like that!”. the both of you have no care about the rest of the world at the moment it’s just you two connected. “so warm baby” he groans, he brings a hand down and rubs your clit which had you screaming at this point. not wanting a noise complaint to be made you cover your mouth with your hand which annoyed haechan since all he wanted to do was hear your pretty sounds, but he understood so he just sucked it up and thrusted into you even harder.

you felt haechan’s cock twitch inside of you signaling he was close “where…where do you want me to finish..?” he gasps out “inside..please i need you” he whimper out before placing your head in the crook of his neck. haechan’s eyes widen hearing you say that, what you didn’t know was that he had the biggest breeding kink so that just made him ram his cock into you even harder. “fuck i’m gonna paint your insides white” he groans before shooting ropes of cum into you. he continued thrusting into you wanting to make sure you got to finish too and when your orgasm hit you hard he felt satisfied.

“h-holy shit…” you pant into his neck “where’s your bathroom” he asks laying you down on the couch. you tell him where and he comes back with a damp rag to clean you up. then he picks you up again, confused you raise a brow “i don’t want you getting a UTI so go piss girl!” he laughs placing you on the toilet “no fucking way you just said that” you giggle before kicking him out the bathroom. when you do exit the bathroom you notice he’s on the couch waiting you plop down next to him and sigh “you know you can go home” you say looking at him with a smile, he pouts “already getting rid of me” you giggle at his childish behavior “yes it’s getting late and i don’t want you to go home late as fuck” you say adjusting the glasses on his face. he gets up and you send him off before going to bed and getting the best sleep ever.

notes: this is my first time writing smut i’ve never felt so freaky😭

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[jishyucks]

Crayon Confessions – njm

‣ pairing: na jaemin x reader

‣ genre: fluff, f2l/co'workers'-to-lovers

‣ wc: 2.2k

‣ summary: You have two weaknesses—Gojo and men with kids… and you guess, Jaemin. That would make it three, but he falls under that second category; alternatively, in which you weren’t really planning on developing feelings for Na Jaemin but seeing him work with kids all the time at the local community centre is making it damn hard not to.

‣ warnings: genuinely don't think there's anything, low-key rushed ending

‣ an: this is honestly not my best but FINALLY MY LAST PART OF THE SERIES IM CELEBRATING YIPEEEEEE—yes i know this is set in december and its now may but it's bc this was supposed to be posted during the holidays 😭 my dumbass overestimated my capabilities and school got in the way but all that matters is that i actually finished a 12 part series?? patting myself on the back,, ANYWAYS to those who actually followed my series I thank you so much. PLS ENJOY THIS! <33

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You have two weaknesses—Gojo and men with kids. And within the past few months, Na Jaemin has been fighting his way to the top of that list despite (technically) fitting under that second category. 

The more time you spent with him, the more you were able to make out that Jaemin obviously wanted to make a name for himself rather than being lumped into a handful of men—and you didn’t like it.

You’ve only known the guy just shy of six months, having chosen to volunteer at the community centre since July, and he’s managed to shimmy his way into your life like it was his purpose. And it makes you angry because he was perfect—perhaps as perfect as the dozens of fictional men you’ve crushed on.

Only Jaemin wasn’t fictional. 

In fact, he was sitting two tables away from you, helping the kids spell out the words they needed to include in the holiday greetings cards. 

“You’re staring again.” 

Giselle presses her lips into a tight line to keep her laugh from bursting out. 

Your eyes widened, trying to recollect yourself when you realized that you were, in fact, staring at Jaemin, “Was I being obvious?” 

Giselle hums, tilting her head to muster up an answer, “Mm… a little?”

“Not a little. A lot.” 

You and Giselle turn to Lily, one of the kids you’ve both grown close to over the past few months. You raise a brow at her, “Aren’t you supposed to be making these cards?” 

Lily snickers and goes back to her given task of colouring a poorly printed Santa Claus. You turn back to Giselle, who’s already offering an apologetic look because kids are blunt. 

“Okay, you were more than a little bit obvious but that boy was too oblivious to notice,” she shrugs, “I think, at least.” Giselle taps the pile of finished cards against the table to line them all up before placing them again at the centre of the table.

You groan, tempted to bang your head against the shared table in front of you. “Please tell me you’re joking.” 

“I’m not,” Giselle snorts, “But I really don’t think he saw you. He’s too busy with the kids.” She nods her head in Jaemin’s direction and your eyes follow without a second thought.

The sight was one you’ve seen countless times yet it still makes you swoon every time you lay eyes on the scene. Jaemin’s perfect smile is etched on his face as he leans over one of the youngest kids, fixing the way the boy is holding the marker. The boy lets out a little giggle, reciprocating the smile on the elder’s face.

“Look away before you lose yourself again,” Giselle teases, using her index finger to turn your face away from Jaemin’s direction. Giselle immediately notices the way a look of sheepishness replaces your charmed expression. She pats your shoulder, almost coming in the form of a push, “I bet if you asked him out he would say yes.”

“I’ll only ask him out if I’m sure he likes me back,” you whisper. “I have literal receipts of clues that he does like you back,” Giselle threatens to pull her phone out despite your organizer discouraging the use of any devices during the shifts. 

You shake your head, head mentally raking through all the times you Jaemin had made you feel like sinking into the hard cold cement. “Those were just times I was overthinking everything… I’m sure he’s just naturally nice.”

“Well, he is naturally nice,” Giselle nods, “But you can’t tell me that all the things he’s done were done solely to be nice.” Giselle leans back on her chair and narrows her eyes at you, “He’s too old to be on Santa’s list anyway.” 

“I don’t consider holding the door open for me and bringing me hot chocolate that one time as clues.” 

One of the other little girls pushes an unfinished piece of paper and the small baby safety scissors your way. By reflex, you pick it up from where she started having trouble, snipping away the excess paper before handing it back for her to glue onto construction paper. 

“How about that one time he walked you home?”

“He said he was going to his grandma’s—” you counter.

“Could’ve been an excuse,” Giselle shrugs, “Real reason could be he wanted to spend time with you without having to ask for it.” 

“I was wrong. I think you’re the delusional one here,” you narrow your eyes and tap your feet against the floor underneath you. Jaemin was Jaemin. Soon after meeting him, you caught on to the fact that he was naturally playful, almost coming off as a flirt to everyone he encountered. 

“I’m not being delusional,” Giselle rolls her eyes and leans in closer to you so that whatever comes out of her mouth next can’t be heard by anyone around you, “Do you want me to list everything that’s happened between him and you over the past few months? ‘Cause you’re asking for it.”

You shake your head, already knowing which ones she’d list. Giselle already told you that if she could, she’d make a PowerPoint presentation of Top 10 Jaemin and Y/N Moments for fun, but you were lucky that she had been swamped in both school and volunteer work to even start it. 

“You’re acting like I’m not the one who’s told you these things,” you blink, “And like I said, any of them could be a product of delusion.” 

Giselle peeks over at you through the corners of her eyes and smirks, “Oh, but there are ones that you haven’t seen that I have…”

And just like that, Giselle has all of your attention. It’s like she’s grasping it with the tips of her fingers, playing with it to tease you. 

“Like?” You gesture for her to begin, not wanting to waste a single passing second.

Another kid at the table holds up her card for Giselle to see, “Miss Giselle, how does it look?” 

Giselle’s eyes light up and she smiles, “I love how you coloured the tree, Nari! Do you need help cutting it out?” 

Nari shakes her head, “I’ll try myself first.”

Giselle nods, “Sounds good to me!” Then once she’s sure that Nari is back and busy with the paper tree, she turns back to you, “Do you want it in chronological order?”

Your brows furrow, “It doesn’t matter to me.”

She hums and begins, “You know how you came when me and Jaemin have already been here for a little while?” 

You nod.

“Well, Jaemin, every single day since we both started, kept his things in that one corner locker. He told me once he hated the other lockers with a passion but never really told me why. It was actually hilarious because there was one shift when Jisung came earlier than he did and he snatched it before Jaemin and Jaemin told him off,” Giselle snorted, recalling the memory, “It was stupid. I remember telling Jaemin to let the boy be, but he was… territorial? I don’t know how to word it.” 

“Where are you going with this?” you say impatiently.

“I’m getting there,” she huffs, “Anyway, when you came, you were stuck with that one locker at the top, right?”

You nod again.

“I remember you kept complaining to me about hating the locker—”

“It was too high for me to even reach the hook!” You say.

“I know, but that’s beside the point,” Giselle laughs, “My point is the very next day, Jaemin came early for the shift and instead of taking that corner locker, he claimed that top locker despite his usual one being free. It’s been that way ever since. Now you always take that corner one.”

“And?”

“What do you mean ‘And?’” Giselle’s jaw drops, “Don’t you see? He was territorial over a damn locker and when you came along, he went out of his way to move lockers just because he saw you were struggling with the top one.” “He’s just being ni—”

“Do I need to remind you that Ningning, who’s shorter than you, literally complained about the same thing and he didn’t do shi—” Giselle catches herself from swearing, remembering the setting, “—Anything to help her?”

You don’t reply and Giselle takes this as a sign to continue, “Then, there have been those days you come to a shift tired because you’ve been awake since dawn because of your eight AMs, right?” You don’t do anything but blink and Giselle continues, “I’ve seen that man go out of his way to take up some of your harder tasks just so your shift is easier and you can relax. But when I come to the shifts tired and you’re not there and he is, he just laughs in my face!” 

You laugh because it just sounds like Giselle’s taking this as an opportunity to rant to you about her playful rivalry with Jaemin. 

“Don’t laugh! Can’t you see where I’m going with my examples?” she whines, “I know you’re smart, Y/N!”

You shake your head, “I need you to explain it more bluntly, Gi.” 

Giselle facepalms, a sigh flying out of her lips, “What I’m saying is that Jaemin pays attention to you more than you think… he treats you a hundred times better than any of us but, obviously, you’re too blind to see it because you’re still hung up on the idea that he’s just ‘being nice’.”

You swallow a pool of spit you didn’t even know was sitting in your mouth and you process your friend’s explanation. The idea of the possibility of Jaemin actually liking you back was something you thought about once in a while, but it was usually in your bed right before you went to sleep giggling. Never did these thoughts appear in broad daylight, much less with Jaemin sitting just yards away.

The thought tickles your stomach and you wanna say something to Giselle, though you’re unsure what. And before you could bring yourself to open your mouth, you felt a light tap against your shoulder.

“Miss Y/N?” 

You’re punted out of your thoughts when one of the little boys from Jaemin’s table appears to your left, entering your line of sight.

“Hi, Junnie! What’s up?” you bend down slightly at the waist, eyeing the card and the crayon he’s holding in his hand. 

He makes no effort to say anything else. Instead, he holds out the two items in his small hands, waiting for you to take them. When you gently do, he takes a step back, holding his arms behind his back to watch you read the card.

The front of the card was just a normal card, the greeting ‘Happy Holidays’ written on the front in a child’s handwriting in red and green crayon. Underneath the words was a Christmas tree, glued on there by, who you assumed was, Junnie. 

Then, when you open it, your heart skips a beat and a half. 

In crayon, in messy yet very cute writing you read: 

Are you a Christmas tree? 

Because I'm really pining fir you!

Dinner date?

“It’s from Mister Jaemin,” Junnie says from behind the card. He’s teetering on the balls of his feet, cheeks being pushed up by his smile.

Your heart is now pounding against your chest because it is all playing out perfectly, like how it would in a movie. With Giselle telling you things you’ve never noticed before, to you denying, and now Junnie was just sent by Jaemin to send you this cute little letter to confess to you—you’re not sure how to react.

“Oh, really?” you question.

“Really?” Giselle gasps from next to you. 

Your eyes immediately dart across the room and to the mentioned boy, who’s awfully pretending to busy himself with the scraps of paper littering the table.

“What’s your answer?” Junnie questions.

Embarrassingly, you don’t even hesitate to scribble down your answer underneath the question. Handing it back to Junnie, you wave for him to come closer and you bring your mouth up to his ear, “Can you help me play a small trick on Mister Jaemin?” 

Junnie nods, a mischievous smile appearing almost instantly on his face.

“When you go over there to give him this, I want you to pretend to be sad, okay? Make him think it’s not a yes.” 

Junnie struggles to contain his smile before nodding once more, then turns to make his way back to Jaemin.

You follow the young boy with your eyes, watching as he does his very best to maintain a poker face. You watch as Jaemin turns to him, a look of confusion surfacing his face when he sees that Junnie is not smiling like he had anticipated and you can’t help but snicker.

The moment Junnie’s within hearing vicinity, Jaemin says something to him that you obviously couldn’t hear. Junnie glances back at you and then reveals your answer to Jaemin and you know he’s done it the second Jaemin’s face lights up. 

You chuckle as Jaemin looks up at you, his face breaking into a wide smile. He waves at you shyly, like a bashful kid, before silently mouthing, "Tomorrow?"

You nod, warmth spreading across your cheeks. Giselle makes a comment over your shoulder but you don’t quite catch it, the cells in your body buzzing in excitement. 

Tomorrow couldn't come soon enough.

taglist: @tytrackfebreze @lovesuhng @hoonieji @niinjo @dinonuguaegi @reignessance

an: 12/12!! This was poorly proofread so I'm sorry if there are any grammatical errors or mistakes but I wanted to finish this so I can work on other wips!! I HOPE YOU ENJOYED READING THIS,, THANK YOU!

[wlntrsldler]

MDNI!!!!!!!!! (thoughts about luke castellan)

im listening to practice by drake and i can’t stop thinking about fwb! luke 😀

thinking about how the minute you’re back at camp (from visiting family for the holidays or something stupid like that) luke pulls you away from everyone before you even get to say hi to anyone.

you’re smirking because you already know what’s next. he always got like this when you guys were apart for longer than a few days. ever since you guys started fucking, luke was insatiable.

you weren’t complaining tho because for a guy who didn’t really get much play, he was the only one you’d been with who can actually make you cum.

the second you two were away from everyone, his lips are on your neck and he’s rolling his hips onto yours. you haven’t even touched him yet and he was already hard. he was breathing heavy while he nipped at your skin, his calloused hands gripping your ass, no doubt leaving hand prints on the flesh.

“fuck, i missed this,” luke groaned into your lips, a string of saliva connected your lips. “my fuckin hand isn’t the same.”

you were breathless, “i was gone for like a week, castellan.”

“too long,” he mumbled, his lips connecting with yours again.

you tugged on his curls, making him whine into your mouth. your back was pressed against a tree and you can feel the bark scratching the sliver of skin that was exposed by your top but you didn’t care. luke’s dick was pressed against your thigh and you can feel his pre-cum seeping through his cargo pants.

you hooked one leg on his hip and thrusted up. luke didn’t expect the change in position and he moaned when he felt your warmth brush over the tip of his dick. he pulled away from you, eyes blown wide, and lips puffy from his attack on your lips.

“let me fuck you.” he whispered, “please.”

he wasn’t above begging anymore. he just needed to fucking feel you.

you shook your head. luke ran a hand through his hair, his sexual frustration causing a knot to twist in his stomach. you looked up at him, batting your lashes, “let me take care of you, luke.”

his eyebrows shot up in surprise. luke licked his lips, the tip of his tongue stopping at the corner of his mouth. a cocky smirk grazed his face and he nodded his head slightly to give you the go ahead.

you sank to your knees, undoing his cargo pants on your way down. you pulled put his cock from his boxers, biting your bottom lip in anticipation.

“you gonna make me feel good, baby?”

“not your baby,” you said, but your voice said something different. “been practicing.”

luke scoffed in a teasing way at your implications. you always made those comments whenever you came back to camp, like you had other guys to do this with besides him.

luke didn’t feel threatened by the idea. in fact, it only spurred him on because if you were out there fucking other guys, he knew none of them could have you the way he gets to. you were his and he was yours. whatever fucking label you had on this situation was bullshit as far as he’s concerned.

luke placed a hand on the side of your cheek, guiding you toward his dick, “you can talk all the shit you want but it’s my dick that’s gonna be down your throat and it’s my cum you’re about to swallow.”

that shut you up.

part 2 kinda (cinderella by mac miller)

[noodlewritez]

Hello!!! Discovered u recently and im already loving ur work♥️

Can u write a smut fanfiction of Dave sneaking up in the bimbo!reader room with his Kick-Ass suit(bc she fantasises abt Kick-Ass pounding her at her room), he has to sneak in her room because her house has alarms for intruders in the front door(also her parents arent home.. soooo---😜😜) ifykyk..

Something hot like him being a bit of a munch, tit-lover and a sub..

And the suit and mask stays own!!!

Hope that makes sense and reading that out loud, i realise how i am a SLUT for him

The mask stays on

Pairings: Dave Lizewski x Bimbo!Fem!reader

Warnings: long, (i'm sorry), smut, oral, cussing, a ticket to poundtown etc etc

A/N: Thank you so much for loving my work! I am so sorry this took so long i have been so very busy😔

When you first saw that clip of Kick-ass defending that other man, late at night, something in you awoke at his voice, the way he spoke, the mask, oddly enough. Oof. You've got a crush on kick-ass.

One night, you sit in your room, the only light being your laptop in front of you, music playing as you bite your lip and start a message to Kick-ass' Myspace.

'Kick-ass, i might need some help with something'

No.

'Kick-ass, i need to talk to you...something personal.'

You smirk as you send the message and your address, biting your lip harder than before, Hoping he would show tonight, you get up amd change your panties to a hot pink thong that wasn't afraid to show itself

You hear a knock on your window, staying up to see if he would show up tonight and here he was. You smirked as you got up from your bed and opened the window. "Oh, Kick-ass...Thank god, you're here." You feign worry as he climbs in.

He deepens his voice and you internally roll your eyes. "What's the problem, ma'am?" He asks, his eyes darting to your thong then to your tits in your push-up bra in the playboy tank top. "Well..."

You sink to your knees. "Do you think you could help me...hero?" His mouth drops, nodding frantically, his eyes going back to your tits as you fishing him out of the suit. His dick springs out. Jesus...Christ...He has to be at least 8 inches. You look at him in disbelief and he smiles, finding it amusing. You push him back against your desk and he grips onto the edge as you begin by sucking on his pink tip, looking up at him through your eyelashes. "Fuck..." He groans. You choke on it, pulling back and spitting on your tits just for his pleasure and boy, did he find it amusing. He gasps, you feel him twitch and he almost doubles over at the sight. A virgin, no doubt.

You smirk as you continue taking him down your throat, occasionally gagging. You knew he was about to cum when his fingers turn white, gripping your desk with all his might, clenching his eyes shut. "Sh-Shit-Gonna cum-"

"Please cum for me, be a good boy, spill your kids down my throat." You encourage and he holds himself back, pulling away from your warm throat. "Can i-Can I fuck you-?…you are so hot..." He pants. You stand up, kissing him, giving him the answer.

He kisses you in a rush, his hands staying at his side as you have to guide them to the small of your back. His face gets hot and red. "Y-Your parents.." He breaks away from your kiss. "Not home." You sit on the bed as he gets down on his knees. "They gonna be home anytime soon?" You shake your head as you lay down on your back and he nods, getting to work. Darting his tongue out, licking your folds then making his way up to your clit, sucking on it, making your eyes roll back and clutch your leopard print sheets. "Yes! Yes, Kick-ass!" You feel him smirk as he puts his tongue flat against your clit, licking back and forth. His hands come up to your chest, feeling up your huge tits, rubbing his fingers over your sensitive nipples, taking it all in like the good boy he is.

He hikes your knees over his shoulders, getting more comfortable and using his whole hands to squeeze at your tits. "God, I'm gonna cum...Kick-ass..." You warn in your whiny voice, squealing and holding onto your sheets as you cum, him licking up all of it. You sit up, kissing him again, panting against his cracked lips and taking your playboy tank top off in one swift motion, breaking the kiss to pull it over your shoulders.

You lay down on your stomach, arching on all fours at the foot of your bed in your pink thong. You turn around and look at him, gesturing to come to you. "Gonna beg to fuck me then not do it? Condoms are in the vanity drawer" You tease, winking. He gets up quickly, sliding the drawer open and grabbing a condom. He crawls back on the bed, sliding it onto himself smoothly then taking his time peeling the thong off of your ass almost like he's unwrapping it carefully.

As soon as it slides down your glass thighs, he quietly gasps, biting his lip and smirking. "Can I-?" He asks and you know what he's implying. "Fuck me like an animal, kick-ass." You sway all of your hair onto your left shoulder, leaving your right one bare while you lay your head down, ass still up. He slowly slides into your wet heat and leans down over you, his hands digging into the bed and keeping you in place as he starts to pound into you. You feel him hit that one fucking good spot, moaning and grabbing at his forearm, nails digging into the skin. "Fuck..!" You cry.

He looks down at your slobbering pussy dripping all over the blankets, panting. "That feel good?" He asks you, fucking you harder than before, his tip hitting your g-spot over and over again. "Fuck yeah it does." He starts going faster, a little bit harder; a panting mess above you. "Fuck your pussy's so tight." He mumbles, screwing his eyes shut and fucking you faster, his hands flying to your hips, starting to use you as a sex toy. "Yes! Yes, yes, yes, Kick-ass, right there!" You whine, throwing your head down against the bed as you cum all over his hard cock, the rest dripping down onto the bed.

He feels you squeeze the cum out of him and his eyes roll back and he cums right then and there, spilling into the condom. He buries himself deeper and catches himself on his hands, leaning his weight on them. "Fuck, you are so fucking good." He pants out.

"We should do this more often..." You lift your head from the bed and reply. He lazily smiles at you, promising that to you right then and there.

"Fuck yeah."

[kiwi-r0s3]

Where to buy gyaru clothes ?

Hello !! (๑>◡<๑) Here is my first blog on where to buy Gyaru clothes ! Even tho its important to repeat that gyaru clothes DON'T exist ! The most important part is to learn how to style basic clothes to make them look gyaru in your outfit ! I still tried to find some brands for you but since gyaru brands don't really exist anymore you still need to find a way to style these item in a gyaru way !

NB : Im a girl who never shop online ( i mostly wear some of my familly members old clothes , or irl shops ) SO PLEASE be careful of where you shop, verify if the website is safe. If any of the shop I put here is weird pls tell me so I can remove it ! Thank you <333 I'd also really like to put if the brand are plus size friendly so if anyone want to check and tell me that'd be super nice <33. Taobao shops has really really cheap prices and is really afrodable !

Taobao brands :

NO ROMANCE

Open Aesthetic

Serendipity

Onnasenshi

ArtByTastyBabe

HBreaker

BornThisWay

喵酱的水晶城堡

初代魔女

草莓点点

Desire 南方包馆

辣妹也很sweet

墨迹的手作小店

妃美优品

水蜜桃队长

Pupil Fat

These are some brands that ive found while searching, there is also this masterlist of gyaru taobao shops who is well more detailed than my post with the links of the shop ! I I didn't include some shops on the picture below because It was too hard to finds pic of the clothes but you can go check on tiktok many pretty famous gyaru tiktok have already mentionned them and even did hauls of their clothes !<33

2. Thrift store / 2nd hand shop

Thats not a secret for anyone anymore but these are the best place to shop and find really cool clothes ! "But thrift near me only have disco clothes!" , you will not find an alba coat there girlie thats sure but the art of fashion is learning how to style piece togethere, while looking think of how you could style what u found and you will realize that these place really have good things !

Another really useful place is vinted ! Its a 2nd hand shop online , so here are some keyword to help you find good clothes there :

Brand to search = Mars, D.i.a., Skinny lip, Egoist, DaTuRa, Golds Infinity, Alba 22 Rosa, Rady, Galeo, me Jane / Glamorous Jane, Black Queen, Jesus Diamente, Sugar Gloss, Vanilla Parfait / La Pafait, Vence, Luelu, Cecil mcbee, Anzu, ANAP, Tralala, Duras

Keyword = Flower print / Hibiscus / Hibiscus print / Hibiscus flower / Denim / Vintage / Alternative / Fur boots / Fake fur / Belt / vintage belt / buckle belt / Leg warmer / fur leg warmer / Knitted sweater, knitted cardigan/ Leopard print / Cheetha print / Zebra print / Y2k / 2000s / Coquette / etc...

Tips : try making a pinterest board of cool gyaru outfit and while looking on vinted try to search for the different piece to make the outfit (its sometimes really easy piece like a denim mini shorts , a zebra print top and some white leg warmers. See ? Many gyaru outfit have a really simple bases so finding clothes shouldnt be smt too hard)

3. Gyaru sells on facebook

4. Tokyo Kawaii or Liz Lisa for Hime girlie

5. DYI !!

DYI is the most important things in almost every sub-culture ! There is so many tuto to make basic gyaru piece like the iconic hime heels or the super cute bunny hoodie !

TY THATS ALL OF THE GYARU PART ! The next one will be about Lolita and will also make a Goth one !

[sixosix]

'cat' the son | itoshi rin

( a/n ) when i came back the poll was 50/50 so i got bribed and it’s now decided that rin is the winner + little highschool au bc we all know they dropped out:/ idk what to title this im ngl

there’s a cat on the sidewalk.

you have about six dollars in your hand, a faltering mission to treat yourself to a cold drink, and an aching heart at the sight of the little animal seated like a king on concrete, looking up at you with blank eyes.

its dark fur and near-teal eyes remind you of someone. of a back facing your seat, dark hair always kept neat and looking like it’s conditioned meticulously, and the sharpest eyes you have ever seen on a high schooler.

it has been a long day, long enough for you to have stormed out of the room as soon as classes ended to rush to the nearest shop that would sell what you’re craving. alas, there is a cat on the sidewalk, and you can’t just ignore it.

“stay here, kitty,” you say before rushing off with the six dollars in hand and a new goal to head straight to the nearest sign with an animal cardboard cutout printed on it.

eventually, you find one; eventually, you come out of the store holding cat food and a tiny cat bowl because you were worried about letting the cat eat straight from the can. it’s baby blue with little fishes added as design, though you think it’s rather gruesome to put that there, considering the canned food you bought is made from fish. still, you hope the cat will appreciate it.

the cat is still there as if it’s understood and blessed you with patience. the unimpressed look it has on its face says otherwise, though. grateful, you kneel beside it, slightly mesmerized by the fact that it hasn’t run away yet.

maybe other people are feeding it, too? it doesn’t look worryingly thin. needs a little cleaning, but looks well-fed. you’re relieved.

“here you go,” you coo, ignoring the strange looks of the passersby. you place the bowl down and crack open the can. the smell has the cat walking over, meowing all crankily. “i know, i know.”

the cat doesn’t dig in until you’ve finished shaking off its contents, staring at you in the same way the itoshi guy in your class would. the resemblance is uncanny.

you spend the rest of your afternoon keeping the cat company. its face speaks as if it’s far from amused, but the way it rubs against your ankle contradicts it.

cute. the cat is cute.

another student comes to visit the cat, carrying two cans of cat food. it’s been sitting in the plastic for a little while because as he had been going in the same routine he usually has, he spots you, his classmate, bent to the knees next to his cat, and paused.

rin thinks you’re scared of him because everyone in the class is. he lets you have your moment, choosing to come back later when you’ve finished so you don’t freak out and scare the cat. he thinks he can strike up a conversation tomorrow where there are no cats to frighten.

the cat walks up to him, instantly familiar. he doesn’t even meow up at rin impatiently, which confirms rin’s suspicions.

“y/n fed you well,” he mumbles. “i guess you can have this tomorrow.”

you’re suddenly all too aware that rin sits in front of you. he’s right there, uniform stretched over his broad back, most likely because he’s the prodigy of soccer in your school.

the neatness of his hair reminds you of the cat from yesterday, with its silky dark fur despite being a stray. you resist the urge to touch it, missing the cat already. you make a mental note to refill your water bottle so the cat can drink after.

while left thinking about the fact that you’re three dollars shorter than yesterday's budget, you fail to notice that class has ended and rin has his arm slung over the top of his chair to turn to look at you.

rin’s eyes flicker down to the paper bag next to your feet. “what’s that for?”

startled by the smoothness of his voice directed at you, you choke out a: “t-this?” you gesture lamely at the bag containing the gruesome bowl.

“what else am i referring to?”

you scrunch your nose. “okay, no need to be so rude. maybe i won’t tell you what it is.”

rin stares, and you’re intensely reminded of piercing eyes looking up at you, patiently waiting for the canned tuna.

“it’s a cat bowl,” you murmur, defeated.

“cat bowl,” he repeats, a gleam in his eye. he probably thinks you’re weirder than he already thinks you are.

“for a stray. i don’t want to bring it around because some other cat owner might steal it. i can’t have that.”

“show me,” he demands.

a little terrified by the fact that the class grump is actively maintaining a conversation with you; you obediently show him the bowl, spinning it around to show all sides. rin hums, contemplative. your classmates are starting to stare. “it’s weird, right? fishes for the print and fishes for dinner. do you like it?”

“lukewarm.”

“what does that even mean?”

“it’s too small. buy a new one.”

“...you think?”

rin nods, standing up. the chair screeches while he says, “i’ll come with you.”

this is how you end up in the same pet supply store with a companion this time. rin picks the most expensive one for the bowl and the canned cat food, which makes you think he must really like cats a lot.

but as you two leave the store, you belatedly realize he’s leading the way even though you never told him anything about the stray you meet.

it doesn’t hit you until the same cat meows and purrs at rin, rubbing against his pants with its entire body.

“hi,” rin says, his voice uncharacteristically soft.

you gape. “wait, the cat’s yours?”

rin bends down, knees to his chest while he sets the bowl down and cracks the can open with one finger. “no. dad’s allergic. he doesn’t follow me back home anyway.” while he does that, the cat comes to greet you, and your heart aches on rin’s behalf.

so he just comes to feed him every day, huh… you muse, gently scratching the cat who purrs at your attention but still looks as if he’d rather be anywhere but here.

“do you have a name for him?”

rin pauses, having finished pouring everything. “...no.” he squints at you as if you’ve just asked him the exact coordinates of his birthplace: sincerely confused.

“what do you call him, then?” you watch as the unnamed cat starts digging down on the food, content. you wonder why no one else has already kept this cat to themselves. he’s so cute and polite.

“cat.”

“ah, of course.”

you two watch ‘cat’ eat, content with the silence. it starts to drizzle moments later, but rin is quick to pull out an umbrella and cover all three of you. the cat grumbles unhappily at the splatter of rain hitting him.

“do you always visit him?”

“yes.”

“do you like cats?”

“yes.”

a shame that allergies are the only thing keeping itoshi rin from getting a cat.

while you’re distracted, the cat goes back to rin. rin wastes no time bending down to pick him up, looking awfully domestic in the middle of a sidewalk in front of a busy coffee shop. your hands twitch to reach for your phone, but you’re too stunned to do anything but stare. they look so much alike.

cute, you think, horrified, rin looks so cute holding the cat.

while engulfed in rin’s arms, the cat meows at you. and you, with a too-tender heart, can’t resist.

“i’ll keep him,” you declare with newfound determination. “i’ll take care of him. if you let me keep the bowl you bought.”

rin’s eyes light up, though it wouldn’t have been evident if you hadn’t been his classmate and witnessed his varying expressions of death. (as if it was varying in the first place.)

“i’ll buy everything else he’ll like,” he says, like a true cat mom, his face glowing with barely concealed excitement.

since then, rin accompanies you home. you tell him that you’ve saved up three dollars from yesterday and now you have more than enough to buy a nice, cold drink and maybe catnip for the cat, but rin insists that he’ll pay for everything, including your beverage.

“you feed our son.”

“our son?” he repeats curiously.

“yes. he lives with me. he looks like you,” you explain absentmindedly, setting up the water dispenser on the new food bowl rin ended up buying. it no longer has fish for design or the painful lime green he bought the second time—instead, it’s a nice blue that compliments the cat’s eyes.

“and what are you implying is going on between us?”

you nearly spill water all over the floor. “i…” you honestly did not think about that, “—nevermind. don’t make it weird, itoshi!”

you think you heard rin chuckling, but you’re too busy being embarrassed to bother.

(during class, you will find that rin is far from intimidating. in fact, he’s actually a little bitch to deal with. you’re starting to think that he’s more of a pain to deal with than an actual grumpy cat.

“don’t forget to buy food for our son,” rin says after class, in front of students who gossip like there is no tomorrow.

“what?”

“for our son,” rin says, nonplussed at the sight of your haunted expression.

someone who has overheard the conversation pipes up, “you two have a son?”

“we don’t!” you hiss, face burning with embarrassment at the sudden influx of attention from your classmates.

rin frowns. “don’t lie.”

“you two are starting to act like a married couple recently…” another comments offhandedly.

“itoshi walks y/n home, i saw!”

“we have a son,” rin agrees, and you’re starting to think that he’s doing it on purpose.

“stop saying that!”)

thank u art aanobrain for giving me the idea of rin just naming the cat ‘cat’. that idea is so special to me.

anyway. RIN IS SO HARD TO WRITE HELPPPP. this was an excruciating process i genuinely did not know if i did anything right but WHAT’S DONE IS DONE. thx for reading <3

[wooziorgans]

(tw heavy ass play both recieving and giving)

Woozi is definately a ass smacker. Like if he is walking past you his hands would itch if he doesn't smack that flesh. Kinda guy who walks around with his hand in your back pocket (it took a lot of progression to get here cuz he's the type to get shy to even hold hands at first lol). And he's definitely into ass stuff. Nasty boy. Likes eating out from the back more often than youd think. Kind of ass biter too. In love with how his hickeys look on your ass

in an alternate world there is a sub jihoon who likes to have his ass smacked. If you walk past him and don't slap his ass he'll look at you with a pout "baby? Did I do smthg?" This jihoon is also a nasty boi who likes ass stuff except it's his ass in question. Definitely likes getting pegged and spanked. He also moans like a bitch when you rim him. And wouldn't whined for it but would love whenever you left any marks on his fair ass (hand prints, bite marks, hickeys you name it)

��� giving and taking (up the ass) w jihoon

i think these two jihoons can and do coexist.

i think honestly at first he would be like really hesitant to give up control bcs he has to be like “no i am a man. cannot be submissive or breedable.” but then you look at his ass n it’s like,….,,, im gonna hold ur hand when i tell u this jihoon. that thing is made to take cock sorry.

i see him as the kind of partner who’s super fucking shy until you have your first time together n then you’re back in the honey moon phase and he can’t keep his hands to himself.

but that’s gonna take like,,, at least six months to happen because he’s so busy all the time and he will spend those six months trying to figure out the best ways to communicate his needs to you. i see him as just such a big smart man,, like he’s super analytical about things so he tries to approach anything in a very specific way that meets both of your needs while also allowing you to communicate any concerns effectively.

contrary to popular belief, while he might not be good at expressing his emotions verbally, i think he’s very good at problem solving. therefore, he kinda thinks about his first time with you as something that will happen naturally, and for a long time his schedule just doesn’t allow him the time he wants to take with you. but also, i think for those first few months you’re both still transitioning from the friendship dynamic into lovers, and so physical intimacy is a little awkward.

but once you both have time to talk about it (i keep saying six months bcs it’s sort of a big milestone in a new relationship,, at least for his romantic ass it is) and you both are on the same page about wanting to have sex, the whole romantic aspect of being together is solidified completely.

i feel like only then is he comfortable enough to start holding your hand first. and it’s gonna take another few weeks/months to get to the point of having sex. it’s a little infuriating for both of you, but he’s just so busy and it wants it to be comfortable and not rushed.

but fear not! horny make out sessions with you straddling his lap make due until you actually have sex. and it’s during these that you discover your boyfriend is a die hard ass man.

seriously, you’ll just be sitting on him n his hands will naturally find your ass,,, just to hold it, maybe give a little squeeze when he’s really worked up.

it doesn’t really strike you as weird or anything because of the way you normally make out, with you on top, so it’s a natural position for his hands to fall into.

but it’s only after you finally have sex that you start to get a feeling that jihoon loves your ass.

he tried to be discrete seeing you naked for the first time, but his eyes were completely focused on your ass, and it was the first place his hands went. he nearly moaned at the feeling of the skin of your ass under his fingers for the first time. but that was all he gave you in terms of this theory. he ate you out, stretched you with his fingers, and then held your hand as he fucked you in missionary, lips never leaving yours.

after you finally consummate your relationship though? it becomes painfully obvious. he starts out slowly; hand resting on your ass as he slides behind you in the kitchen.

i feel like jihoon’s the kind of partner to want to make sure your totally comfortable, so before you even think about having sex again, he’s sitting you down and asking you what you like, what you’re into and if there’s anything you want to try.

and if you reply that you’ve always been curious about what anal is like, or that you’ve experimented with slipping a finger into your ass in your own time,,,, oh god. he won’t say anything verbally to express his love for your ass,,, but you’ll see his face get red as hell and his cock starts twitching at the mere image of himself balls deep inside your other hole.

and this begins him never leaving your poor ass alone.

i feel like him slapping your ass would be a banter thing at first. like you’d just be fucking around in the kitchen trying to bake something and he slaps your ass to catch you off guard and it works. and maybe the way you squeak makes him hard, but that’s a secret. for now.

but then he’d start doing it to alert you of his presence. he’d start doing it while walking behind you. he’d just never be able to keep his hands to himself once he knew you were okay with that.

and then one day while he’s fucking you open with his tongue, he pulls away for a second and looks up at you with wide eyes. you groans, fist tightening in his hair trying to keep his mouth on you, but he resists, just looking at you. it’s obvious he wants to say something and doesn’t know how, so you ask if everything’s okay. “can i… try something?” his voice would be a little shaky, already preparing himself for the rejection of this proposal.

but it never comes because you give him the go ahead to do “anything you want”, and jihoon’s prodding your asshole with his tongue. the immediate reaction you give him makes him moan against you, tongue pushing its way into your already relaxed hole. he had worked you up enough just from eating you out that your multiple orgasms had dripped down and made your ass slick enough for him to easily fuck your ass open with his tongue.

and then it just becomes a thing. he works you up enough to fuck your ass with his tongue, fingers on special days (which aren’t that special. he loves the way you suck him in so it kind of becomes a regular occurrence).

i think part of foreplay for him is marking you up. it used to be on your thighs and chest but now he’s all over your ass, sucking and biting at the soft skin to see it blossom with purple bruises. bruises only you and him get to see.

god forbid you ever let him fuck your ass. there would be no going back. he’d be so incredibly into it. he’d let you prep yourself the first time, not wanting to hurt you or make you uncomfortable with the set up. but after the first few times, he’d help you out by inserting his fingers into you alongside yours. both of you fucking open your ass would be an image permanently burned into the back of his eyelids. he’d honestly probably almost cum just from the sight alone.

even when he’s not doing anal, i can see him slipping a finger or two into your ass for extra stimulation as he splits you in half.

here’s. well. now it’s time for subby jihoon which i think absolutely exists.

i think you’d end up discovering his thing for asses isn’t just for you a little bit later into your escapades.

you’d be giving him head one night, him laying down on the bed because he’s so tired but he wants your mouth on him so badly. you’d have one hand massaging his balls while the other works what you can’t fit into your mouth. and he’d buck up into your mouth, causing you to gag a little, but more importantly causing your body to jolt slightly. your knuckle would brush against his perineum and he’d fucking squeak out a pathetic little moan, eyes rolling back at the external prostate stimulation.

you’d pull off him with an amused smirk. “you like that baby?” hand abandoning its mission to massage his balls, instead two fingers press against that spot again and he whines, thighs shaking.

of course he was curious about what all of this felt like. you seemed to enjoy it enough, so it wasn’t much of a stretch for him to wonder if it would feel just as good for him. but the little bit of research he did online told him that not all men liked prostate stimulation, and that scared him off of the topic (for himself). he’d been so curious, fingers circling his hole as he jerked off in the hotel in japan, but always too scared to actually spit on them and push them in. he’s prepped you enough times that he thinks he could do it,,, but something always stopped him.

this was probably a fight with toxic masculinity. he needed to be big n strong for you,,, he needed to make you feel good. even if he had no energy, your pleasure always came first, and you didn’t really seem to have much of a dominant side; though you did explicitly tell him you were more of a switch, he had yet to see you really take control.

jihoon’s experiments with his own ass started out slow.

the first night he made you suck him off with a little external prostate stimulation. he had never cum so hard in his life; it took him ten minutes to come back to you after that. you layed down beside him, arms cradling his head to your chest as you stroked his hair, and he realized that giving up control like this— being babied by you— was so nice.

next came the rimming. this was even worse in terms of intensity. he couldn’t keep his moans quiet; even as he bit the sleeve of his sweater, the room was filled with his frantic breaths and desperate whines. he almost blacked out from that orgasm.

adding fingers into the mix with your tongue helping to add a little lube,,,,?? oh. the first time you hit his prostate directly he’s shooting white ribbons out of his cock, nearly in tears at how different and intense it feels.

after that it’s game over. he needs you to fuck him. he wants you to treat him the same way he treats you when he’s stressed. needs you to be rough w him and fuck him so stupid all he can think about is you.

i can see him becoming a bit of a size queen. he always wants more whenever you fuck him. safe to say you build an impressive sex toy collection. but he’s such a fucking pillow princess. he lets you do whatever you want to him, n he just takes it; cheeks flushed, blush running down to his neck and chest, lips parted as he moans. he loves doggy style cus you slap his ass n pull his hair and he’s so overwhelmed by the pleasure you give him that he can’t even protest your rough treatment (not that he would).

he’s also a big fan of missionary. put a big pillow under his ass n hold his hands n kiss him while you fuck him and he’s a goner. all yours, n he lets you know that.

i can see him not really being super vocal when he’s doing the work but the second you have him under you, he’s just so whiny and desperate that he cannot for the life of him shut the fuck up. not that you’d complain about that; his noises do something to you, especially when he sounds so fucking submissive and needy because of you.

on the contrary, i think he also loves when you fuck him slowly; when you take your time n make love to his ass. im talking hours of you just worshipping his body and ass, stretching him so carefully to not hurt him, double checking if everything is okay, kissing him in reassurance after you eat him out.

obviously this wouldn’t be a constant thing. with his job, it’d be quite difficult for him to take it all the time, and he does just love being balls deep in you normally, with or without any ass stuff involved. but when he has time and energy to clean himself out he’ll ask you so nicely to please fuck him, his big brown eyes staring up at you with a small pout on his lips bcs he needs to cum tonight or he won’t be able to sleep well.

when he’s on tour tho, he’s packing a nice plug in his bag and sending you videos of him playing with it when he really misses you. buys a new bottle of lube in every city because he uses the whole thing trying to open up his tight ass just so you can see how much he misses you.

sorry this took so long i have been BUSY af. but here are my thoughts.

[camslut7]

Ain’t no way

Pov: Tenjiku’s top members go to the Haitani brothers’ house for a meeting, but they meet the third Haitani

Including: Izana, Kakucho, Ran, Rindou, Shion, Mochi, Hanma

Tw: curse words?, a little suggestive at one point

Reader is a female.

ENGLISH IS NOT MY FIRST LANGUAGE AND THIS IS MY FIRST EVER FIC

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I got woken up by the slamming of the front door. Assuming it was my brothers coming home, I tried going back to sleep, but failed to do so because a couple minutes later i heard it again. And then again. I mean really, who the fuck was slamming the front door that many times.

I looked at the clock on the nightstand, it was 1:15am. Groaning i fell back on my pillow, trying to return to my sleep, but i heard talking.

Getting up from the bed, i looked in the mirror. I was only wearing a black crop top and my underwear, so i decided to put on some leopard print pyjama shorts (idc if y’all like leopard print it’s 2006 and I absolutely love it).

I went out of my room and to the bathroom to pee. I mean hey, i got woken up anyway so why not pee, go drink some water and scold my brothers for waking me up.

While i was doing my business in the bathroom, someone tried entering. And i mean full on pulling the door open with all their strength.

“Why the hell are you pulling on the door so hard? Can’t you see it’s locked?” I yelled at the door, mentally thanking myself for locking it.

I heard someone groaning in annoyance on the outside, walking angrily back downstairs. And then i heard multiple people talking. Like more than two.

What is going on? Have my brothers brought someone to our house without telling me before hand?

Already kinda mad at them, I quickly washed my hands, checked how I looked and went downstairs to see what the hell was going on.

Walking down the stairs I yelled “Ran, Rindou, did you seriously bring someone to our house without telling me?!”

And at that moment, I looked in the living room. There were 7 guys, including my brothers, sitting in the living room, now looking at me like I was some god sent creature. I was dead ass looking at them like 🤨.

I few seconds of silence passed “Okay, what the fuck is happening right now? Why are you random boys in my house?”

“Hey, who are you calling a boy? Can’t you see im older than you.”

I looked at the guy with piercings and big ass tattoo on the side of his head.

“So what? Can’t you see I don’t care?” I said back at him.

“Who do you think you’re talking to, little lady?” Said a very big guy with some funny eyebrows. Seriously, someone needs to fix them.

“And you are?”

“That’s enough.” I turned to the side to look at the tanned boy with platinum blonde hair. “Ran, Rindou, who is this?”

“That’s our little sister.” Answered Ran.

Sighing, Rindou asked “Y/n, what do you want? Why are you so angry?”

“Why am I angry? You’re the ones who woke me up in the middle of the night. I wanna know why there are people in the house, at 1am, making noise and waking me up.”

“Woah, calm down, baby. You don’t wanna mess with us.” Replied a very tall guy, with blond on the front of his hair… Damn was he fine, but damn was he tall af.

“Yeah, what are you gonna do? Yell at us for waking up your highness?” Said the guy with the tattoo on his head.

“Um, guys, I don’t-“ Rindou tried butting in, but i cut him off.

“Oh yeah? Wanna fight? You would win, right? Since you’re being so cocky. Although, I think you’re a pussy.”

“Okay, that’s it, little bitch” And at that moment, the guy with the tattoo tried swinging at me, but i quickly dodged it and sent a right hook to his jaw, knocking him out.

I cracked my knuckles, making eye contact with every single one of them, stopping by a boy with a scar on his face and mismatched eyes. Oh, he cute, I thought, and hot. Looking at him up and down, I noticed the boy blushing.

Smirking at him, I said “Okay, who’s next?”

They were all looking at me as if I just did a miracle. Except Ran and Rin, they’ve always known that I could do that.

“What? Scared?” I smiled, focusing on the tall guy with the blond strand on his hair.

He scoffed “As if.” “Well, it sure looks like it.”

“Okay, Y/n, that’s enough.” Ran said, standing up from his spot on the couch and coming towards me.

“You should go now. And put something with more…” he stopped, searching for the right words, looking me up and down “more coverage, you know.”

And as he said that, all the guys in the room looked me up and down, now noticing how short my shorts are.

I scoffed “Oh my god, as if I care. You’ve annoyed me all, I’m going to sleep.”

“Good night, sis” Called out Rindou.

“Nighty, Y/n” Said Ran.

“Sleep well, princess.” Said the tall guy. I should really learn his name.

I went up the stairs and into my room. Closing the door, I sighed. What the fuck was all that?? I layed in my bed, going back to sleep, hoping that they won’t be here in the morning.

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[thesamoanqueen]

All Dat

Raiting: 18+

Warnings: Smut; errors like always

A/N: I’ll be out for a couple days since is MITB week, but I always do my duty.

She had worked most of the day, watching over and over hours of material, old edits, reading tons of interviews with all the same questions that would probably have been discarded as soon as they arrived. Working away from the creative team without being able to have immediate comparisons was complicated, but she had found a way to make it work anyway, to be efficient and always beyond expectations. She was willing to make more than a few sacrifices to keep herself independent and still be as present as possible in their relationship, especially if she was repaid with a good glass of wine and a dip in the pool with Roman. Well, frankly Roman was all she needed, but that was a whole other story and he kept spoiling her like it was his life's mission so… she could take advantage of the whole package.

-Mmh… this one doesn't get out of here – he greeted her, swimming up to her, to put himself between her legs and wrap his arms around her hips like a vice.

She liked to always look neat, look in her best shape and yes, even show off a bit. It made her feel good about herself, was a boost to her energy, a pamper to her mood and Roman hadn't skimped on compliments since they'd met. Not a single day.

She knew he said it to give her attention and that he appreciated it, but she also knew that new bikini wasn't going to show up for any beach trips or vacations really. Her big boy was possessive and jealous if someone crossed the line and the stuff she was wearing was a bit too an clear invitation to look more and more. She had bought it online, from an exclusive collection in which it looked different from what she was wearing and it bothered her a little, because making images and shots work was her job. The top was fine, it showed what it was supposed to, covered what it needed, but the bottom… either her hips had stretched out more than they should without asking permission or it was the bikini’s fault. It barely covered her under there and Roman or not, she liked to show off with class, she wasn't that kind of woman.

- I don't even know why I bough it – she admitted with a snort, feeling him kiss her stomach, stroking her back and sides with full hands, while she fixed it for the umpteenth time, the water of the pool rising between them and then ending up beyond the edge due to their movements.

- Cause you're gorgeous and you take care of me - Roman smiled amused, slipping his fingers between the aquamarine laces wrapped around her curves.

- You? Since when my bikini is yo business?

- Since everything under these tiny strips is ma business and you’re always good with me – he announced incredibly seriously, leaving another trail of kisses on her belly, to then go down a little more, dedicating himself to her thighs.

Unable to hold back her smile, Y/N started playing with his hair, quiting the attempt to put the bikini in its place to caress him, while he showed her all the attentions as always. She felt his beard brush along her skin, his full lips petting her inner thigh before biting down lightly, hands holding her firmly in place. From the top of the poolside, she watched him move slowly and inexorably in the water, the muscles of his shoulders shiny, the reflection of the lights along the edge of the pool, highlighting his dark tattoo.

- You've been home for an hour… less? – she reflected amused, already knowing how it would end up and she cocked her head when Roman undid the first knot on her hips, still kissing her.

His big hands pulled her towards him, securing her legs on his shoulders, licking a few drops off her caramel skin.

- Im thirsty - he said hoarsely, Y/N holding him by the strands on his head, feeling him go down to the thin strip of cloth that barely covered her.

- Ain't takin you a drink… - yet another mark printed between her legs, a kiss on her abused skin, fingers pulling another lace.

The already ridiculous fabric of her bikini fell off either side of her, bonding to her bare body only at her neck, but Roman left it in place just long enough to bring her eyes back to him.

- Mama taugh me how to do things, I can get myself a drink - he assured with a more deadly expression and Y/N really wanted to laugh, but he stole her breath by placing a sloppy kiss on her mouth and then slipped fully back in the water.

Y/N followed him with her eyes, delighted as always, affectionately scratching the back of his neck as he claimed his place between her legs. She brushed a strand from his face, feeling the heat building in her chest even before it got between her legs, refraining from jumping on him and kissing him for the rest of the evening, night, even her whole life, when Roman planted his eyes on her as he began his work. He pounced on her unhurriedly, spreading her folds with two fingers to give a first lick along her opening. Y/N moaned in excitement at his touch, snuggling her leg a little on his shoulder, seeing him smile cocky as he gave her yet another kiss on the soft thigh before diving into her core. His tongue was a fat pro, and each time he traced her moist contours to sink deep inside her opening, Y/N pulled him a little closer, one hand planted firmly on his head.

- Hn… like this – she encouraged him, fingers tightening in his dark hair, loosening the bun.

- It's been a long…-his mouth sucking first one fold-… day…-then the other-… I missed you – inexorable.

- … I missed you t-ah!

His beard itched against her sensitive skin, pool’s water slowly mixing with her moods each time he spread his mouth wide to eat her, dripping from his face. Y/N felt his breath against her button and belly twisting as he slowly fucked her with his tongue, the liquid heat building inexorably in his eyes and in her core. She rotated her hips instinctively trying to raise it, holding him in place with her hand, because patience under those circumstances really wasn't for her, but Roman locked her down with a gaze. Y/N saw his brow furrow and soon his white teeth slowly pinch at her knot of nerves, causing her to fall in a spasm to rest her back on the stone floor of the pool. She closed her eyes, feeling his big body come forward, pull her forward and soon found herself gasping at the slowly darkening sky. She felt his long fingers, joining the amazing work of his mouth, stroking her, rubbing against her smooth skin, spreading her folds, one hand feeling her stomach, holding her still more successfully than she had ever had with him.

For an unspecified time, Roman kept slowly to prepare her, warming her without haste and Y/N panting towards nowhere, feet now crossed behind his neck to have him close. Under her hands, her breasts naked and wet, rising chasing the increasingly hot breath, fingers that every now and then ended up on the grass beyond the poolside strip. Y/N had the feel that Roman was recharging her, licking away all the excess thoughts of her mind, stripping her of them as easily as he had stripped her of that obscene tiny bikini.

- Turn around and rise that pretty ass – she heard him order almost from afar, but when Y/N reopened her eyes and raised her head, he was already on his knees on the bench inside the pool.

His legs were half immersed, his swimsuit low to leave his hardness ready and shiny for the water. The pool’s lights gave him a dangerous look and Y/N couldn't take her eyes off him until he helped her back up, pinching her side to encourage her to do as he said. He kissed her nose, out of pure affection and she let out a languid smile, sliding her stomach onto the pool’s floor, feeling the rough ground against her nipples, moaning because of it and Ro’s hands. She felt his thighs rub against her ass, the weight of his hard cock past the curve of her buttocks, fingers dragging over her messy opening.

- Don't hold back - she asked in a cry, rocking her body against him once, before he slipped inside her effortlessly, filling her to the bottom.

- Lemme do my things - he said hoarsely, giving a long thrust that left her gasping and immediately another.

Y/N found herself resting her cheek on the ground, staring without really seeing the grass in the garden, the lights twinkling along the walkways, near the deck chairs, flickering as if she was drunk. Roman fucked her slowly and good, his movements were overpowering and for each thrust, Y/N felt his dick slamming against the bottom of her walls, in that sweet weak point that he always seemed to find in any circumstance and position. Her heat kept to build slowly, from the bottom of her belly, from his fingers holding up her hips, from the drops of water that dripped down his chest between their bodies, from the water splashing everywhere. His slow movement made her rub against the floor, her nipples harden and her moans breaking as they reached her throat. Her walls reached out to take him in until she felt completely exposed, holding on to his shaft as he mercilessly opened her, holding him as if they were afraid of him running away from her. Thrust after thrust, powerful, massive, the slimy sound of water and bodies colliding.

- Such a good girl… making Daddy hap-py – Roman growled low and Y/N nodded instinctively, quickly, feeling his hard cock throbbing inside her and the pace increasing.

- Y-yes-please yes

Roman was capable of accelerating almost unnaturally and she never resisted when it happened, begging hopelessly, slamming her hips into him for a better grip, for more even as her folds began to throb nonstop. She felt his strong arm pull her over him, pass under her stomach, to force her back against his broad chest and then come back to rest on her hip, his other hand holding her throat, kissing her shoulder.

-R-Roo ahn – the control he had over her body was almost toxic, but Y/N liked it.

She liked listening to his quicken breathing, his growls of pleasure growing dangerous, lower, synchronized with the throb of her spongy walls contracting, squeezing his full length. She adored his mouth biting her neck, her ear, fingers holding her throat without ever squeezing. She rubbed excitedly on him, fragile against his huge body, gasping as he guided them both to their climax, closer and lower, switching between the raw and slow pace to drive her crazy.

- I-im clo-se

- I know… ssh, fuck

Another kiss, more sloppy, but equally full of love, before bending her again, forcing her to put hands on the floor. Y/N let her head hang down, hair covering her face, as she gathered up what little clarity remained and then lifted it, gasping as she felt Roman give a couple more thrusts, long and confused, his hardness banging between the her walls pleading for a release. She moved back, trying to stay in place as possible and with the umpteenth hit on her sweet spot, she collapsed arching again with a strangled cry and almost immediately feeling Roman empty inside her from the spasms of her core. Gasping and rocking to the full curve of her orgasm, Y/N let him do with her as he pleased, pounding her again and again, until his cock had nothing more to give and he let go too, pulling her onto the bench inside the pool with him.

She wrapped her arms around his neck, burying her face under his head, still feeling him inside her, hands still gripping her hips. They stayed like this for a couple on minutes, silence cradling them.

- Maybe I could keep that bikini – she murmured at some point, hearing his low laugh, hands caressing her lazily.

- Keep what you want babygirl… all dat stuff won’t stay in place anyway

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[haruchi-slit]

INKED!

Synopsis →⁠_⁠→

Choso as your favorite tattoo artist

a/n: I should be doing stuff for pilot shit,still, im here writting unholy shits again, lord please forgive me.

Warnings: fem! reader, cream pie, dirty talks, pussy eating and many more

You booked an appointment about one month ago, you just couldn't help to get a new tattoo, but c'mon, we both know that you just want to fuck that hot tattoo artist, Choso, and you know that he's waiting for that moment too, with the smirk he's giving you while etching his machine to your skin, the way his hands with leather gloves brush thru your skin, his gaze, full of lust and desire and the way he press his body close to you in purpose.

You wanted to surprise him, once you got in his shop the place was empty, you assumed he closed the store for you, he greeted you with a cocky smirk,

"What's up Mamacita, haven't seen you in awile" he smiled with his eyes close, he's so cute yet, so hot.

You also greeted him with a cheeky smirk, and without hesitation you leaned to his ear. "I want a pussy tattoo.", he paused for a second and leaned much closer to you,

"Then what design are you up too, Mama?" He whispered,

"Freestyle on me, Choso" you said backing away slightly.

"Sure, mama, good thing i've got a few designs for 'ya." he proudly smiled, "c'mon, lay here like a princess" he added signaling you to sit on the leather chair

"Such a gentleman, are we Choso?" you snickered as you laid on the chair, you wore a skirt for an easy access since you were going to get a pussy tattoo after all. Choso already prepared everything he needs. You spread your legs open, revealing your purple panties,

"Purple?, my fave. Are you going to remove it by yourself or-" you shut him off by placing his hands to the hem of your panties, "O-oh! ok, mama" he said as he removed your panties, shoving it in his pocket, he stares at your slit for a couple of seconds,

"Do you like what you see?" you asked, as you waved your hand in front of his face.

"And what if i did hm?" he uttered, that caught you off guard, you weren't expecting him to flirt back, you smirked,

"C'mon then, try me Choso" adding more flame to the fire, your core was getting really exposed to the air, you can feel heat building up on your lower abdomen- your pussy unconsciously leaking just from the dirty talk between you, and, Choso.

"Dang, getting wet already? you're no fun mama" he growls

putting his printed stencil out, you jolted a little because of the sudden contact, his hands were big, and heavy, he placed it right on top of your clit, purposely rubbing his hand against your exposed clit, you squirmed under his touch.

he lets the stencil dry out for a moment and plugged his tattoo machine, he designed a very beautiful roses and torns, from your hips to your pussy, he then started to etch his machine on your skin, it hurted, but Choso was making his way up to you clit, purposely rubbing it, he just can't resist anymore, you squirmed under him, it was pure torture.

"Keep still mama, spread 'em wide for me will you?" He chuckled deviously, while gliding his machine to your body he roams his left hand on you pussy, going up and down to your clit and teasing your entrance, you were lost, your cunt spasming and clenching around air,

"-ah, Choso..! please" you finally broke your pride,

"hmm?" he's being cocky, he knows what you want, but seeing you beg? that's a whole different level, "Please..!"

your voice and legs was shaking, "oh, you mean this?"

he inserted his finger with leather gloves in your core,

"Ah! yes, yes Cho.." you moaned

"Keep still mama, im still giving you a tattoo" he laughed, while he glides his machine, he pushes his fingers in and out painfully slow, teasing you on purpose, he moves his hand on your clit playing with it like it's some sort of stress ball, he used his thumb to stimulate your body causing you to buck your hips and squirm once again, he turned of his machine since you were squirming all over the place, you grinded you his fingers uncontrollably chasing your high you were a mess, a mess for his touch, his finger still pleasuring your clit, he bends down to your pussy as he pulls you closer to his mouth "Gonna eat you s'good" he says under his breath as he latched his tongue in your pussy, his wet tongue moved in a normal speed slurping all of your pussy juices, spitting on it like an animal, eating your vagina like it was ugly.

An animal.

Brain already blank, just you and the pleasure he's giving you.

he pause, "So fucking good for me mama?" he said his voice a bit hoarse, he detached his mouth from your folds, a string of saliva connecting his mouth and your pussy.

"Choso, i was sooo close~!" you whined,

"Patients, be patient mama." he shushs you up "besides, the tattoo's still not done." he added, he plugged his machine again, but this time, he inserted his dick in your cunt, causing your tummy to show a lil bulge, his dick was kissing your cervix almost passing through your womb, you bit your knuckles in satisfaction it nearly turned white.

He then again, glides his tattoo machine over your skin you squirmed uncontrollably, "Keep still mama.." he says, his voice was low and a bit raspy, with that it sent shivers to your core, "Chosoo~nnn" you moaned, his dick still inside you, laying on your cervix, causing you to clench and palpitate around his dick, he hissed, "fuck..", as he continues finishing the tatto, but you just can't control your pussy spasming around him, it makes him go crazy.

"Fuck mama, think we gotta' overtime" he placed his tatto machine on the table as he threw your right leg on his broad shoulder and bucked his hips back and forth, it was so deep, your pussy remembers his dick shape, every curve and bulge, your pussy juice and his pre cum flowing down to your ass crack, it was heaven, his shop was filled with skin slapping, moans and groans, and his sweet litte praises on how you take his dick sooo goooodd!

He placed your leg down and turned you around.

"Bend over for me will ya'?" he says, which you complied fastly, you bent over for him, on the leather chair, he bends over to your pussy as he spreads it, slurping every drip and juice in it, dehydrating it, you moaned once again, after that he inserts his dick in, "Bend good for me mama." he muttered, his clearly lost and is chasing his high, you nodded in response as you popped your ass for him, for him to reach sooo deep in you.

Moans kept escaping your mouth, one after another,

"You like it when i fuck you this good mama?"

"Ahh-oh yea, yesss oh my god choso!" you squirmed buvking your hips back and forth, but he stops thrusting,

"shom me how you love my dick mama, i bet you we're dreaming on fucking me for months now, haven't you hm?" he says, with a hint of cockiness on his tone.

you whined, as you grind on his dick desperately, with every grind you make it makes his dick throb even more, you were grinding on him for a minute now, but you can feel him, twitching, he was close, so he starts thrusting again.

"so desperate for this cock mhm?"

"oh mhmmmm, Please! fuck me good!" you screamed

he pounded his dick in, you were close and he was too, you clenched your pussy on purpose as you release your high, and soon Choso followed, you catch deep breaths, as you look in his eyes, "well that was a good fuck" you chuckled, as you look on your pussy, it was already tattooed, a rose designed succubus tatto "oh look, it's cute" you say in awe

"Well it's desinged by me after all" he laughed as he pulls his dick out off you, your pussy was completely creampied. you pulled off tissues from the tissue box, you wipe your pussy, as Choso helps you and fixed your skirt, but somethings missing, oh right...

"C-choso..my panties?" you asked

"Oh, your panties?, Keeping them as souvenirs mama, y'know so i can jack on it later" he winks.

a/n: I was sleeping but my mom woke me up, and after that my whole day was ruined. Anyways please, please dm for request please dont be shyyyy!!

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