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

[greengoblinswifey]

Day Of Love—Nicholas Chavez x Fem!Reader

summary— Nicholas makes your first Valentine’s day together, unforgettable because you deserve the best.

warnings— none! fluff, romance, L bomb, suggestiveness at the end.

a/n— happy valentine’s day babies! thank you to my sweetie @chavezhoe for sending me that nicholas pic <3

Nicholas had planned everything down to the last detail. A month before, he had already made his grand gesture, an over the top kind of ask that had left you speechless. He had surprised you with a rooftop candlelit dinner, fireworks spelling out “Be My Valentine?” in the sky, and a string quartet playing Lana Del Rey in the background. You had said yes before he even finished asking.

Now, Valentine’s morning, you woke up to the scent of vanilla and fresh roses filling the air. Your bedroom was like a dream, rose petals scattered across the floor, candles flickering on every surface, and the sunlight streaming in through sheer curtains. As you sat up, still wrapped in the warmth of the silk sheets, the smell of something delicious came in from the kitchen.

“You’re awake,” Nicholas smiled as he walked in, carrying a tray. “Happy Valentine’s Day, baby.”

Your eyes widened at what was in front of you—fluffy pancakes topped with strawberries, whipped cream, and a drizzle of chocolate, alongside some juice, just the way you liked it.

“You made this?” you teased, taking a bite.

“I did. And before you ask, no, I didn’t burn anything.” He grinned, settling next to you on the bed, watching you eat with a satisfied look. “Iwanted everything to be perfect for you.”

After breakfast, you stepped into the shower, letting the warm water soothe you, only to emerge to yet another surprise. On the bed, neatly arranged, were a collection of gifts, a large velvet box that you knew had jewelry inside, a handwritten letter folded with care, a selection of your favorite chocolates and two large gift bags.

You turned, and Nicholas was there, holding a massive bouquet of deep red roses. “Hold these for me, gorgeous,” he said, pulling out his phone. He angled the camera, adjusting to get the perfect lighting. “I need at least twenty pictures. They’re going on my Instagram and I need a new picture for my lock screen.”

You rolled your eyes, but you played along, giggling as he directed you. “Tilt your head a little, yeah, just like that. God, you’re gorgeous.” He was absolutely obsessed with you.

After a day filled with nothing but love and indulgence, the two of you were finally headed out for the evening’s main event, a five star restaurant that had been impossible to get a reservation for all year. But Nicholas? He was Mr. Make it happen.

As you stepped inside, your eyes immediately landed on the table in the center, where a white heart shaped cake sat, decorated with delicate red bows. In the middle, the February calendar was printed in delicate script, with the 14th circled.

Your heart swelled, and without hesitation, you turned to Nicholas, pulling him into a deep kiss. “I can’t believe you did all this, thank you so much.”

He cupped your cheek, his thumb grazing your skin. “I’d do it all over again. Every year, every day, for the rest of my life.”

Dinner was just as intimate as everything else. Though the restaurant was normally packed with people, tonight, it was just the two of you—Nicholas had rented out the entire place. Candlelight flickered between you as he spent the evening showering you with compliments, his hand never leaving yours.

At one point, you shook your head in disbelief. “I don’t understand how some men tell their girlfriends they don’t celebrate Valentine’s Day.”

“That could never be me,” Nicholas scoffed.

“They should just have you as a boyfriend,” you teased, raising your glass.

He smirked, leaning in. “Never in a million years,” he whispered. “I’m yours.”

The words sent a shiver down your spine and you found yourself moving to his side of the table, climbing onto his lap without a second thought. His hands immediately found your waist as you kissed him, slow, deep, savoring every second. You pulled back, only to steal a bite from his plate, then kissed him again, humming at the taste.

“Baby,” he murmured, his voice almost strained. “You’re getting me hard.”

You smiled against his lips, your fingers teasing at the hair at the nape of his neck. “That’s the point.”

He exhaled sharply, gripping your waist tighter. “Wait till we get home,” he murmured. “I’m fucking you on every surface.”

Your pulse quickened at the way he said it, soft, possessive, filled with the kind of love that made your pussy throb in anticipation.

“Please do,” you retorted, seductively.

He chuckled, running a thumb across your lower lip. “I love you.”

You pressed your forehead against his, giving him an appreciative kiss. “I love you too, baby.”

The night was nowhere near over.

And you had a feeling Valentine’s Day would always be a day where you’d feel loved and appreciated.

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Tags: @blackynsupremacy @hoffmansgirl @emluvsuxo @hopefully-saturn @chavezhoe @jennieonline @girldisrupted @nicholaschavezslut69

[joces-wrld]

♡₊˚⊹♡ valentines fun

✩ blurb !

IN WHICH— fratboy! chris spends the first half of valentine's day with tomboy! reader and her students

| no warnings :)

"cmon, we got like an hour left!!"

infamous dealer christopher sturniolo was the last person anyone expected to show up in your classroom during valentines day. but when you texted him "sos!! teacher is sick, need help decorating the classroom!!!" he showed up—5 target bags in hand, smelling only faintly of weed, and wearing a somewhat decent outfit

“alright , im here. whats the game plan?” chris asks, leaning against one of the tiny tables with a lopsided grin. "okay so," you clap your hands together, "class starts at 9:15, we need to get everything up and going before they come in" you say, grabbing a target bag

"hey how much was all of this? i'll cash app you" "dont worry about it ma, 's nothing" you sigh, not wanting to put up a fight

you smile as you take the supplies out— brown paper bags, a variety of craft supplies, bags of candy, rice krispy treats, a box of gummy snack, valentine themed mnm's, plastic cups littered with little hearts, pink lemonade, a red tablecloth, pink and red heart shaped bowls, apple juice boxes, kool-aid jammers, a box of the small chip bags, the whole deal. he really went all out

"m'kay, imma run down to the printer to print out their name on a heart they can cut out" "isnt that a bit dangerous?" "well yes, but these are 5 year olds sweetie, they have to practice their cutting skills" the boy blushes slightly at the pet name, murmuring, "right" while opening a pack of lollipops and dumping them inside a bowl

"i'll be back. make it cute chris" the boy chuckles as he see's you skip out the classroom, taking your lanyard off and swinging it side to side

10 minutes later, you make your way back to your classroom. as you enter the room, you see chris writing "happy valentine's day" on the whiteboard in big, red, slightly sloppy, letters

you smile, noticing the rest of the room. he had set the tablecloth on the small group table, 5 bowls of candy neatly placed on top, juice boxes and pouches lined up next to the lined up chip bags. the plastic cups stood in 2 stacks, the pink lemonade next to it

you let a giggle escape your body, making the boy frown. "does it not look good? cause personally i think i fucking ate with it, 10 out of 10, finger licking good" "it's very cutesy chris, i love it" he nods, finishing the last word and setting the expo marker down

chris was no stranger to your classroom. over the past few months, he’d helped you out here and there—whether it was because he owed you a favor or because he secretly didn’t hate spending time with you, you weren’t entirely sure. regardless, the kids hadn't actually met him, he was always there after school hours, helping you decorate the room or something

“okay, hear me out,” he says, your eyebrow cocking up, “what if i run to walmart real quick and get mini cupcackes" "you dont think this is enough?" “relaxxx, it’s for the aesthetic,” he says, grinning as he takes his care keys out. "you wont make it back in time" "psh, says who? i'lll be back ina few"

you shake your head, smiling as he walks out. "drive safe!" you yell out, focusing your attention back on the class

you go behind the teachers desk, grabbing a heart banner, getting on top of a chair and hanging it across the door frame. you continue to decorate the room, the clock hitting 9am sooner than you thought

suddenly the door swings open, chris hurriedly entering. "told you i'd make it back in time!" the boy sets the sweets down, a knock on the door being heard. "oh hey girl" you let out, watching as Mrs. Taylor— the teacher next door, walks in. she was a couple years older than you, causing the both of you to get along extremely well. "hey n/n, do you have, woah! who is this"

chris gives the woman a small smile, "chris," he says, extending a hand out. "so you're the infamous chris, its nice to meet you sweetie" he nods, watching as the 2 of you interact. "anyways, you have an extra stapler? i swear i had one but now i cant find it?" you laugh, shaking your head, "cmon tay, how do you lose a stapler? isnt it always on your desk" "not today, girl i dont even know. do you have one or not?" "let me check", you rummage through a couple drawers, finally finding one

"here you go" you say, handing it to her. "thank you! you're a life saver, he's cute by the way" she thanks, whispering the last part to you. she's quick to excuse herself, leaving you and chris once again. "hey, go get a vistors pass from the front office" "why? "so you can stay silly"

-

"okay guys, before we enter the room, i have a couple of announcements. first of all, remember mrs. nova is sick so she isnt here today, it's just me and a small guest in there, okay? be nice and respectful towards him, treat him like you treat me and mrs. nova or i'll have to move your clip down, got it? second of all, me and that guest worked hard on a small surprise for you guys, dont immediately rush towards it, sit at your desk and wait for further instructions"

"yes ma'am!"

you smile and open the door, watching as some of the kids gasp and cheer in excitement when they notice the table, others pointing at chris. "wanna be called mister chris? or just chris?" you ask as you walk towards him. "chris is fine" you nod, looking at your students,

"guys, say hi to chris for me"

"hi chris!!!"

"he'll be our guest for today, he bought and helped set up your treats, so make sure to thank him when you come up. now, before i allow you guys to come up here, there's a brown paper bag on your desk, what you're going to do is color and write your name on this heart," you hold up the paper cutout, "and then cut the heart out following the little lines," you point at the dash lines, continuing your instructions, feeling chris' gaze on you the whole time

your kids get to decorating their paper bags, you and chris deciding to make one for funsies. the 2 of you talk about random things, you glancing up every other second to monitor the class, watching as they worked on their masterpieces. soon, 15 minutes pass, and you decide that was enough time. "marco" "polo!"

"okay guys, you should be done with your bags by now—let me see them, hold them up," you smile as the lids proudly show off their work, messy hearts and drawings scattered all over the bag, name barely readable

"now, i'm going to call you guys table by table to come get your snacks, okay? if you want pink lemonade ask chris nicely and he'll pour you some, okay? remember to thank him"

"yes miss l/n!!"

"cool cool, dylan's table, go ahead and come up here," the group of 4 scatter to the table, a small smile lands on your face as you watch them interact with chris. "while they get their treat, does anyone have any questions?"

"is chris your boyfriend!?" "do you like chris!?" "have you kissed chris!?" "why is chris here!?" "chris is cute!!" "is chris your valentine!?"

you laugh as you hear their questions, "okay nevermind, no questions. steph's table,"

-

minutes later, the kids are laughing as they color and eat their candy. "old mcdonald had a farm," "e-i-e-i-o"

"im aware you guys also brought some snacks to pass out. so, what we're going to do is go around the room and put whatever goodies you brought inside the paper bags, okay?"

the students get up, dropping cards, little fidgets, snacks, anything they brought into the bags. you reach over under the teachers desk, grabbing a bag filled with goody bags you had made the previous night and begin to pass them around, some of your students coming up to you and handing you small gift bags

around 7 minutes later, the class finishes passing out their treats. "who wants to watch a movie?" you ask them, the kids cheering in excitement, their way of saying 'me!". "hey sweetie, what's the login to your disney+ account" you mumble towards chris, handing him the laptop. once he logs in, you scroll through the movies, your kids ultimately picking The Good Dinosaur

as the movie plays, you had chris pass out color sheets with some boxes of crayons so the kids could color as they watched the movie. soon enough, you pop a dumdum lollipop in your mouth, looking over at chris as he sits back down, noticing how engaged he seemed in the movie. you chuckle to yourself, sipping on your beverage

-

the end of the day came quicker than you thought. after the movie, you took them to specials—they had music class on friday, which lasted an hour, so you got to tidy the room a bit, forcing chris offering to help. the rest of the day then consisted of small activities going over what they learned the previous day. the last thing you guys did was read a book, to which your kindergartners insisted chris read. once he finished reading the book, you had the kids clean up again, taking them down to the car line where the other teachers would help them get in their respective car or bus, afterwards

“see? i totally crushed it,” chris says as you pack your stuff up. "they 100% love me"

"right on both things, you did better than i thought," you reply, remembering how he'd help the kids out with whatever they needed, making them laugh, and overall just getting to know them, well as well as you could get to know a 5 year old

“you're good with them, you know,” you say quietly when he joins you in packing the remaining food up. chris shrugs, a small smile playing on his lips. “yeah, well, they’re better company than most adults. present company excluded, of course.”

“of course,” you reply with a laugh, nudging him playfully. for a moment, it’s just the two of you, the chaos of the classroom fading into the background. and as Chris hands you a left over cupcake with an exaggerated bow, you can’t help but feel like maybe he’s not the nonchalant person he wants everyone to think he is

a/n: HELLA LATE vday post, lowkey sucks but i was lowk reminiscing on the good ol' class parties 💔

—check out my masterlist! to see the rest of this series

[once again, dividers by @dollywons]

[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.

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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!

[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."

[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)

[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.

[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?

[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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