#btw i sewed this all in one day

[hisui-dreamer]

ok i did a thing.

for anyone who remembers this post a few months back,

BIG EEEL excuse the messy background

my arm can go in until the elbow hahaha

size comparison to baby eel

tagging u guys cuz our journey is finally complete🥹

@azulashengrottospiano @dove-da-birb @siren-serenity @ceruleancattail @hheun @identity-theft-101 @officialdaydreamer00 @fukashiin

[woah-uhuh-uhuh-uhuh]

BOSS FIGHT!

[moltengoldveins]

hhhhh. Women. Covered in blood.

[juniusgirl]

I have too much damn ambition and drive to do fun and interesting things for a guy who needs a 2 hour minimum nap every day.

[kalosian-woods]

(synchro nonnie)

i swear, clemont's inventions need to be studied because his inventions can either actually do something for more than 10 minutes without exploding (clembot mini) or just blow up in everyone's faces

like how does one achieve so many explosions????

Tbf it is a gag first and foremost, in the same league as Brock's love for older women and Cilan's '*insert here* time'! exclaimations. But I do find it something that can lend insight if we look at it in the right angle 🤔

I know you're just talking about the sheer amount of explosions (that everyone somehow survives at point-blank range) (how are they alive?) and YEAH I'm totally with you on that one. I think overall Clem has had only a handful survive their untimely fate, with the most notable being the Clembots (....I mean the OG did survive! Mostly...), could I say the Clemontic Showers?? And also his bag to an extent. I do feel like Clemont does start to work with their latent ability to combust as time goes on (really feeling like he planned it in 'A Stealthy Challenge!', like there was no way he made a decoy that blew up in TR's face without knowing it pls) and later on his inventions do get a little sturdier and it takes outside force for them to go kaboom (e.g. the inventions in 'A Legendary Photo Op!' and 'A Cellular Connection!') (I hate TR for those incidents specifically).

And that sort of leads me to one of the gripes I do have with the anime-- as in I know I should've expected it, it's a gag for the male travelling companion and we have to have those as a staple, but geez he already had the marriage one! And I'm not even saying we take away the fun factor of his inventions! So many times it just explodes because of the air hitting it wrong - but why couldn't we have other causes instead? Some of my friends were talking about different ways that his inventions could blow up like him trying to power it with Pikachu (ambitious goals, really :P) or with his other Electric Types, or some of the Pokemon battling next to it. We can have moments where Clemont can learn and grow through his inventions, even if they failed before, because he is not only a Gym Leader but an inventor too! I think the only eps where we sort of get into the whole 'inventing' part of him (beyond Clembot! and don't get me started on that guy) is 'Heroes - Friends and Faux Alike!' and 'A Gaggle of Gadget Greatness!', and idk that's a little sad for me. It's a core part of his personality and informs so much of his arc! He lost the Gym because of one of his inventions! He made a promise to his friend that helped him make an invention and then lost them because of the celebration of its success! So many parts of his life can be drawn back to that.

Anyways, I like to assume that the reason why most of them blow up on their own is because as an S-ranked worrier, Clemont goes on to put so many failsafes and extra features into every invention that inevitably overworks the poor thing. Attracts 'bird-like Pokemon'? Well, he better put in things that attract Flying-Types, but also a majority of those would also be Normal too, right? But also some Pokemon have different preferences, and use sight as well as hearing so he might as well find a way to stop them from thinking too much about the signal but then--

For him to make the perfect invention for times such as the very specific situations they land in, Clemont would have to have thought ahead. And that's a weakness as well as a strength. In moderation it's a powerful tool, but also if you think too much you end up overthinking things. And then overcomplicating your machines. And that stresses them out too, because machines are like people that way. They need a break, and a purpose, and know their limits.

I find it interesting that in the sea of failures, Clembot mini gets to exist lol. Actually Clembot itself is a very cool example, because that bro can survive falling off a building with no damages whatsoever (no, seriously, watch 'Confronting the Darkness!'. what a fever dream), and before that the only examples we have of his inventions have always worked while the ones after it have, for the most part, always failed. When you think about it, Clembot is very much a turning point in Clemont's life: after trudging through Gym Battles and feeling overwhelmed, he turned to making a robot of himself (and as a Gym Leader, specifically). And that worked until it kicked him out because it couldn't recognise itself in the mirror Clemont himself. Bonnie calls out to Clem in Ep3 after the first (but not the last) explosion we've seen, about how it's 'another failure' / how he 'blew it again' (in dub), and idk that's got me thinking. I mean, it could be the explosion itself, or the fact that it didn't fulfil its function. Just like what happened at the Gym.

Maybe he's just trying to make up for the mistake he made beforehand, or he's just trying to live up to the perfection he was lauded for as a child when he lit up a whole city for people and Pokemon alike. I mean, I could get into the whole thing about 'Heroes - Friends and Faux Alike!' but that's a whole other ballpark heh. But ig beyond the gag itself, the fact that his inventions have a tendency to explode can be its own arc of sorts for him. To work with new materials and with the Pokemon around him, to reuse what he has, and to connect with those that are still around while not fixating on them as well. Always looking ahead to the future and being resilent, and helping others do the same.

[hopecomesbacktolife]

oh Stansborough farm & weaving mill… if you are ever, ever hiring, please pls pls pls consider me xoxo

[lazywitchling]

I have my pattern pieces all cut out, but now I have to wait for my fABRIC TO GET HERE, SINCE IT’S VACATIONING IN PENNSYLVANIA

[prince-consort-lolz]

Me: *listening to my mother talk about her latest style of "old lady craft™" (affectionate)*

I can understand the concept and the end results look cool but I just don't get it or think I'd enjoy it.

Me: *after finally agreeing to try said "old lady craft™" (affectionate)*

Ohhhhhh I get it now. This is the kind of "old lady craft™" (affectionate) that I want to do at 3am when I can't sleep but want to and need to do something that won't make me more awake but will instead tire my brain out enough to actually sleep.

[ddejavvu]

hiccup casual dominance haddock gently chastising reader who cannot stop biting the skin around their fingers……. (i love ur blog and ur writing btw<3)

the way he grabs astrid's arms and shakes her in the second movie. mhm mhm.

--

It's something mindless, the gnawing of your teeth at the sharp edge of your finger. You have a habit of biting the skin around your nails, and this one seems to have regrown from the last time you'd severed it. It's something you'd felt with the pad of your thumb and raised to your mouth without thinking, but Hiccup notices it like it's a lit neon sign.

"Hey!" He snaps, still bent over his workbench but no longer focused on the patches of leather he's sewing together. He says nothing more, and your hand lowers unconsciously from your mouth when you raise your head to look at him. You're semi-alarmed: there's really no good reason to be yelling in a forge, it usually means something is on fire. But Grump is very much asleep in the corner, and the flames have gone out.

"What?" You ask, truly stumped. You're not trying to be obtuse, your arm halfway raised to your mouth simply doesn't register.

Hiccup raises one eyebrow- you wonder whether he's gotten his sass from Stoick or Valka, because he's got buckets of it, and he flicks his eyes pointedly downwards towards your hand, then back up at your face, unimpressed.

You mirror his gaze, realizing that your eyes fall upon the mangled skin around your ring finger's nail.

"Oh. Shit," You mumble, shame heating your cheeks. You always feel like such a baby when someone points out your bad habit, but you know Hiccup isn't trying to tease you, so you jam your hand into your lap, smearing away saliva on your pants.

"You're gonna make yourself bleed." Hiccup's voice is gentle but pointed, "Again."

You neglect to tell him that the one time he'd witnessed your teeth grind too far into the meat of your finger- enough to draw blood, hadn't been the first nor the last time you'd bled. It's not the norm, but it's not the outlier either. You merely bite your tongue, waiting for further reprimands, or for gracious silence.

He's a kind man, so he grants you the latter. But as soon as the embarrassment clears from your head, you forget all about the incident, and you become immersed in the pages of your book once more.

Off-kilter stomping, one-part boot and one-part metal peg, is all the warning you get before your hands are snatched away from you, one pulled from your lap and the other from your mouth.

You're already rushing out a, 'Sorry, sorry, sorry!' but he won't let your hand go when you tug at it. He holds it firmly in his own, his brow set in a stern frown. He looks like his father's namesake, and you foresee him being a very intimidating chief one day- if perhaps he can pile on some meat to his bones.

"Stop biting your fingers." He says, shaking your arms gently with each word, "I have eagle eyes. You forget, I have to watch Toothless constantly to make sure he doesn't steal my leg right out from under me."

Toothless's great head raises from where it had been sleepily resting on the wood floor, and he presents his disdain for Hiccup's terrible accusations in the form of a testy huff.

"I notice everything." Hiccup promises, his eyes boring into yours, "You're never gonna be able to sneak it past me."

"I'm not trying to sneak it past you!" You swear, shame once again licking at the inside of your chest. You try not to whine, but your voice takes on a hint of hopelessness, "I'm- it just happens, I don't know! I don't think about doing it, and I don't do it on purpose, it just happens! It's like breathing! How am I supposed to stop doing it when I don't even do it on purpose?"

"I will help you stop." Hiccup decides, the frown on his features softening as your desperation bleeds through, "It's okay, I'll- we'll figure something out. Like gloves!" He brightens, "Leather gloves, I can make them, that way they'll stop you from biting at your actual finger. And then it'll force you to think about it, and slowly you'll stop doing it altogether. Or something that tastes bad on your fingers. I could ask Astrid to make some of her yaknog- that stuff's thick enough to be a paste. I can spread it on your fingertips and then you'll be deterred by just the smell. Or- or a restraint! I could chain some cuffs to the bench," Hiccup gestures at the slab of wood you're sitting on, "And you can have just enough give to read your book, but not to reach for your face."

"Hold on," You stop him, knowing his mind is filling with glorious, terrible ideas, "You want to handcuff me and chain me to the bench?"

Hiccup's face shifts, clarity dawning on his bright features and dimming them, "Okay, that one- you're right, that's not my best idea."

"I don't want yaknog on my hands either," You grimace, "Can we just- try the gloves?"

"Yeah. The gloves." Hiccup nods, squeezing your hands with finality, but only releasing one- the one you'd spared. He keeps the freshly-bitten fingers in his own hand, peering worriedly at the skin to spot any blood. When he finds none, he drags your hand to his mouth, kissing gently over the side of your finger before finally letting you have it back.

"I'll start on your gloves right away," He goes back to his workbench, sliding his previous project to the side, "Snotlout is just gonna have to wait for his new saddle. As long as Hookfang doesn't burn through the one he's got, he'll be fine for a few more days. But you need those gloves now." Hiccup stares pointedly at you from across the room, "For now, please try not to bite your fingers. Or I'll sick Toothless on you."

Big green eyes stare at you with interest from across the room, but the dragon won't pounce without Hiccup's command. You'd rather like to keep breathing clean air and not fish breath, so you tuck your hands beneath your thighs on the bench, electing to only remove one to turn a page of your book.

"Perfect," Hiccup grins, a hint of pride in his smile as he grabs for a fresh panel of leather, "I'll have your gloves done in no time."

[sxorpiomooon]

What kind of person are you truly? The good and the bad - a pac reading

for the days when you feel like no one knows or truly understands who you truly are, including yourself<3

Paid readings

tip me

Pile 1-

What's up with you guys and the number four? Were some of you also attracted to the fourth pile or what? Washing machine heart comes to my mind but I said heart? These people might love talking about love and might be interested in philosophy as well. Do you guys like nail paint? This pile is very feminine, even for the ones that feel like they are not you are trust me. You guys might have a good venus placements? Perhaps libra I'm not getting much pisces but could be cancer as well. You guys are calm and compassion "hold me, console me" played in my head I said heart again instead of head. You guys might love the sea? You guys also like cinnamon girl by lana del rey. Do you enjoy juices or perhaps coffee? I heard "I can bring others happiness without sacrificing my own" and honestly please do learn that. Stop making unnecessary sacrifices that are not needed stop pulling yourself in the front of a train. You don't have to be the one in the front of the bullet every time. Oo you guys like good shoes and I think they'll suit you well. You are calm and comforting providing comfort to way more people that you know while constantly being hanged on by a thread yourself oohoo start sewing or crocheting you guys might be good heard gemini perhaps bc it's done via your hands. People also see you as an "ideal feminine woman" btw alot of girls around you might want to be like you. Do you guys like winters or mufflers hahahahhaha. You are someone who likes to hype other people ho do you like concerts? Someone passionate and determined I saw an ink pen and jo march. You have a spark in you and remember no matter how much other people might try to steal it it will remain yours no matter what.

Pile 2-

OOO this is the pile of our high achievers and ambitious people the ivy league and the pile that is on the top. You guys like to be aware of everything happening around you I keep seeing a newspaper you keep in touch with all the news and buzz around you. Very quick to notice eyes and body movements lmao. You like to be two steps ahead of everyone I see you living your life very dramatically hahah bc it adds twist. This pile has people with very very high standards and that want to and will make it very big. You guys are constantly building yourself up and levelling yourself up via your skills. Constantly learning to be at the top and never lose their position I keep hearing ceos and all that. You guys love to have titles in front of your names might have capricorn or virgo asc in their d10 or I'm seeing sun rahu conjunction or something. Wants to be at the top and will be at the top. I see these guys being winners public opinion also matters you alot in a way that you want everyone to see your success and clap for you and so they will. You guys want to be at the authority this might piss alot of you but y'all might be like your father's like him started playing. You guys might have control issues and might start acting up/tweaking when you lose it. Stop ignoring other aspects of life

Pile 3-

I thought of the word "therapist" before I pulled the cards and looking at the cards y'all need to talk to one instead of being one<3 to start with the good you guys are brilliant leaders and bring happiness whenever you go. It's like a street filled with unhappy people will be happy and bought to joy if we send you there. You have the ability to make things and people work. You have the ability to make things feel hopeful and have people wishing of the best even when they almost gave up. You are able to hype other people ho and sort of bring them hope. You are sucessful and some of you might have good family backgrounds as well privileged in some manner? Alot of respect or authority is just handed to you I heard resources? This pile has people that are OBSESSED with working not because you like it or something bc this is just something that happens to you naturally. You don't know how to never not work. You also might sometimes be obsessed with the luxurious things not because tou like it but because you want to show off or like prove it to other people? I think some of you didn't have these luxuries growing up so now when you are capable of having them you own them even when they bring you no happiness. This pile has alot of unresolved traumas and a emotional baggage. This pile might have or will have to leave alot behind to get in this position. Honestly I feel like this is not who you are currently but this is the future you. I feel like this reading is for the people who just need to hear that they will be okay and they will make all their big dreams that seem unreachable or unattainable to other people come true. I'm rooting for you my pile 3

Pile 4-

you might forget things while speaking or thinking only your mind might get foggy? This pile might be struggling with some of their issues alone I'm seeing face acne but could be any other issue that you are insecure about. You guys sort of choose to deal and suffer alone. I heard "void" and a song that translates to "please don't go like this" keeps playing in my head might be scared of getting left by people or might have the fear that they will never be known and loved for who they truly are. But how would you even know that when you will never reveal or let other people see who you truly are? in order to be loved for who you truly are you must first reveal to other people who you truly are. This pile feels ashamed to ask others for help. This pile might like lip gloss/lipstick or might look good in them. It's crazy how they deal with their problems and issues alone because all and everyone's eyes are always on them. Everyone is always looking at you and all the eyes are always on you. My pile four, you shine so bright and I think you do know this but I don't think you are able to truly grasp how much bright you shine. It's like if you are in a room full of people there is only you in front of people's eyes. And this is not something that's romantic but something that there just is. You are truly charming and enchanting. Your presence demands to be looked at and be appreciated. You make people feel hopeful and look at the bright side. You can find the light for other people even in the darkest of the streets. A true poetic by heart naturally filled with the desire to create and articulate. It's very tragic how everyone's always looking at you yet you are so lonely and alone. I heard poetic again and saw a dove? You will find your match my pile four. You will find the love and light that you give to others. Fourth of July by sufjan stevens started playing. You guys might like the piano too.

[tttt06]

i guess I found the right place cuz I want to request an &team K smut 😏❤️ more like love-hate relationship with a girl who's the only one who had him wrapped around her finger 😏 nice to know you btw❤️

Pushing My Buttons

Koga Yudai x Black reader

Request are open! I reply quickly. Masterlist here

Synopsis~ Work. Everyday, you have to get up at 5 AM and go to work. To do what? Manage a team of 9 grown men who tire you out.

Warning~ smut, rough, dirty talk, choking, Oral (receiving) sex toys, vibrator, no protection (PLZ DON'T DO THIS!)

Word Count~ 2.8k

You yawned as you walked in with your coffee. Ma-ki had three stylists on him as he tapped on his phone. One was brushing lipgloss on his lips, another was blow-drying his hair, and the last was sewing a patch to his jacket.

Nicholas walked out of the bathroom without a shirt, and you sat down, not batting an eye. Everyone felt like family except K.

Ou, K pissed you off. You tell him that every day, but you both know you two love each other.

Everyone says that you have a mouth on you. K doesn't listen to people, but he listens to you. You know how to push all the right buttons.

Hyuno walked out. He was Fuma's manager. "Where's Fuma?"

You sighed, "I don't know, man. I just got here."

Ma-ki laughed as you grunted onto the couch.

You looked at Ma-ki with that beaming smile you always had. As K walked in confused, his eyes landed on you. "Good morning, Y/N."

You rolled your eyes, "Good morning, loser." Ma-ki twisted his head a little, "You're gonna get a staff bullying scandal."

You laughed, "Whatever. I hate working with this guy."

Hyunho was panicking in the back, "Where is Fuma?!"

Fuma was rubbing his head with a towel as he exited the hair wash room. "I'm right here, hyung." You laughed at Hyunho, and he shushed you.

Ma-ki got up from his seat and cuddled next to you, "Can we get burgers?"

You rolled your eyes and said, "No, the team manager will kill me if you eat before a performance."

K said, "We can't perform while hungry."

You turned to him and said, "Tell Soomin that."

Soomin was the team manager and, technically, your boss. You got up from the couch and said, "I'll buy you burgers after the performance."

Ma-ki smiled, "Even if we do a shit job."

You laughed, "K wouldn't let you do that, right?" You looked at K for confirmation as he stared back at you. His eyes went down as he stared. He finally squinted and looked away, "Right."

You smiled, "Alright, you have an hour. Roam around Ma-ki and be back 20 minutes before we start. You can nap, practice, whatever."

He rolled out his sleeping bag, and you laughed, "Alright."

You left out the changing room and walked to the cafe for something to eat. The boys were hungry, and you needed to get them something to snack on.

"Nine kimbaps, please?" The front counter nodded and passed you some kimbap. You smiled as you gave him the company card. You traveled back to the changing room and said, "Boys, I got something to snack on until dinner."

They crowded around the bag and stormed for food. You watched everyone overjoyed for food. You looked and saw two left. K said, "Ah, that one for you?"

You shook your head, "No, this is for you and Ri-ki."

(Ma-ki's real name is also Ri-ki, like Ni-ki (From Enhypen) and also Ta-ki for new Lunè)

K furrowed his eyebrows, "What are you gonna eat?"

You waved it off, "I'll be fine. Don't worry about it."

K shook his head and gave you his kimbap, "You should eat. It's stressful."

You declined, "K, I'm serious-"

He walked away, not letting you finish. You rolled your eyes as you opened the kimbap.

You were actually hungry. Starving, to be exact. Your stomach was screaming for something to digest, and you got 9 kimbap without thinking about yourself because that comes with the job.

You took the first bite, and your entire body relaxed.

K smiled while he watched you eat. "Good?" You nodded, "Thanks."

Soomin took the boys out for dinner, and Ma-ki wanted you to join. You're Ma-ki's best friend, honestly. You don't know how you're 23 and he's 19, but he loves you.

You worked hard to build a relationship with him, so he trusts you.

You enter the restaurant, and everyone is there eating rice and drinking. Since you were visiting Korea only for a couple Korean shows, you were eating a lot of traditional meals.

You read through the menu, understanding the Korean. Ma-ki nudged you, "This place has good burgers."

You laughed, "Yeah, I bet you know that."

Ma-ki and his damn obsession with burgers.

You searched through the menu and furrowed your eyebrows. You felt someone lean over, "It's spicy bulgogi. It's good."

You said, "Thanks, EJ, but I think I just want some ramen."

Ej said, "Bulgogi is beef." You raised an eyebrow, "BEEF?! I want the bulgogi."

He laughed at the way your eyes lit up. You were quick to give your order to EJ, who was in charge of ordering all the food. 

He read it out to the server, and you waited. Everyone discussed the company and its performance. 

Meanwhile, Ma-ki and you were scrolling through TikTok and laughing. Soomin scolded you to pay attention, and you said, "My bad."

Ma-ki started laughing, and everyone joined. When the food hit the table, Nicholas rubbed his hands together as Yuma said, "Wahh, looks good."

You wanted some Kimchi, but it was next to K. You were staring at it, debating if you wanted some. K's eyes met yours for a moment, and they went back to the guys. You looked away, disappointed, until you saw the plate of kimchi slide next to your bowl of rice. 

K was casually talking with Ta-ki about dancing as he passed you the food. No words were exchanged between you. Like he was supposed to take care of you.

Jo was shoving rice in his mouth like a maniac. Hyunho said, "Is it good Jo?"

K said, "Jo is here?!"

You smiled sheepishly as Jo said, "It's delicious."

You watched Harua pat his head adoringly as you started eating your food. 

As the manager of Ma-ki, you managed the Gen-Z and TikTok appeal of the group.

Soomin asked, "Any recommendations from the fans that's gotten popular?"

You thought, "Mm, not really. The only thing is, people want Mannon and Ma-ki to meet because they're both German. Ah, and people want to see K do the like Jennie trend."

K nodded, "What is that?"

You turned to Ma-ki, and he started cackling. Nicho said, "How do you not know what that is, bro. It's even on YouTube shorts."

You laughed a bit.

K said, "Ya, I don't brain rot all day."

Harua said, "Do you know Jennie sunbaenim?"

K quirked an eyebrow, "Of course, I fucking do!"

You laughed at his swearing. Jo said, "Hyung, it's her song."

K said, "Ah! Her song has choreography, then?"

The table went silent. K was still asking questions, confused. It wasn't until I started laughing that the table joined. "K hyung is old."

You laughed even louder as K grumpily said, "I'm not doing it anymore. Nicholas can do it."

You rolled your eyes at the immaturity. "K, get your ass to practicing tomorrow morning."

He huffed, "Fine." Soomin admitted, "I can't even get K to wake in the morning."

You smiled, "He only listens to me."

K looked at you. Something was in his eyes that you couldn't understand.

You looked at your phone as it dinged, "Guys, I gotta go home. I got my package." You stood up as you stretched. You grabbed your bag and walked out. 

You had to Uber home because you got a ride from the show to the restaurant.

You were home and opening your new package. What was it?

A vibrator. You're a grown woman. You shouldn't feel embarrassed about it.

You showered and got into bed. You looked at the plastic as you tried to figure out how to use it.

You clicked the button, and it buzzed. You smiled to yourself as you eased it down your pants.

You rubbed it against your clit as you let soft breaths escape your lips.

Your body was tired, and you wanted to finally relax. 

You started to arch your back as you felt yourself about to cum, but a loud bang was heard on your apartment door.

You lost the focus and tried to ignore it. Sometimes, when people are knocking on the neighbor's door, it sounds like yours. 

But, there was another, followed by a "Y/N~."

You rolled your eyes and got up. 

You looked at K. His black shirt was tight around his arms and waist.

You bit your lip as K looked you up and down, "You forgot your jacket at the restaurant."

"Whoops."

K paused as he looked at you, "That's my shirt."

You looked down at the random graphic Tee. "Is it? How'd it end up in my laundry."

He reached for the collar to look for the size, "It's in my size."

You laughed, "Okay, whatever. I'm keeping it on."

K quirked an eyebrow, "No, you're not."

You paused for a second, questioning how he was challenging you. Then, you started to analyze his expression.

His breathing was heavy, eyes low, face beat red, eyes dark... this man was horny. 

The thing between you and K always felt dangerous.

You two would bicker like an old married couple and look for each other like newlyweds. 

Even the boys see the weird tension. The tension was thick.

You gulped as K stepped a foot closer. "No."

He stopped, "No?"

You said, "This isn't right."

K's eyes rolled to the back of his head, "It's not about right. It's about what we need." You looked down, which was a mistake.

He was rock solid under his sweatpants. You looked back into K's eyes, "I want you."

K's smile widened, "Yeah? C'mere then."

He kissed your lips. It started soft, but then you wrapped your arms around his neck, and now he was picking you up.

Your heart raced as he picked you up. He kicked the door behind you and slammed you against the first wall he could. He trapped you between his body and the solid binder. 

K slipped his tongue in your mouth, and you tilted your head right. He pressed harder into you. You felt his hard boner. Your heart was racing now. You felt K grind against you again, and you couldn't help but shudder.

"Fuck, I wanna take you."

You breathed hard between the rushed kisses. It was so passionate and rough. K's hands clawed back into your thighs as he led you to the bedroom.

He pressed you into the bed and kissed down your neck. You finally moaned when he kissed a sensitive area.

K pulled away to look at you before smiling. "You liked that?"

You said, "Yes." Fuck, K loved how you talked to him.

Sometimes, you would get so mean, and it made his heart race. He wanted to get to know you. Know all your insides. 

You felt his tongue swirl around the area and suck. Your body tensed from the feeling of sexual tension.

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you felt his hot mouth against your neck. Your hands clawed at the nape of his neck as you took him in.

His hands were traveling around the bed as he touched the vibrator. He pulled away from you and looked at it. "Hm? This what you were doing before I came?"

His hands slid under your shirt as he pulled your panties off. Your bottom lip was caught between your teeth as you stared at him.

"I'm using this. I hope you don't mind."

You felt him press the vibrator against your swollen clit. He switched it to the maximum setting and out came a whimper.

K pressed kisses against your thigh. You shuddered when you felt him lick your hole. "You taste good."

You grabbed his hair as you shook. "It feels good."

K smiled as he kissed your clit, "You like that? It feels good, baby?"

You nodded as K stuck his finger into your hole. It slipped right in because of your slick.

Your back arched. You couldn't take the feeling of the vibrator, fingers, and tongue.

You closed your eyes as you felt your release coming closer. Your pussy clenched, and K smiled. "Fucking cum from me."

You started whimpering as you came. You were gasping uncontrollably from the sensation.

K rubbed soft circles on your thigh as he tried to talk you through it.

"It feels good?"

You nodded as you reached for him. He leaned closer and asked, "What do you need, baby?"

You said, "Kiss me."

He leaned in, kissing you again. His tongue comfortably slid between your lips as he ground against you.

He felt so good. The vibrator was back on and on your clit. You gasped in his mouth. K pulled away to look at you. His puppy eyes are full of desire.

"Yeah? Just like that?"

You nodded, voice cracking, "Just like that, Koga."

He stopped for a second. He pulled away. K took his shirt off and said, "Keep saying my name."

You heard his sweatpants drop. He climbed back over you. His dick was out and raw. Throbbing and hard.

There was cum already dripping from his hole on your stomach. "Fuck, baby. You look so good sprawled out like this."

He rubbed his dick over your clit, leading you to squirm. He smiled as he tortured you with friction. You wanted so much more.

You begged, "Koga, please." He huffed at his own sexual frustration. He looked down to aim into your hole, and he seeped in.

He stretched you out wider than any sex toy could ever.

You whimpered under him as he brought you closer. "That feels good?"

You shook your head, "Hurts, Koga."

He looked you in the eyes as he stayed there, "I'm sorry." You laughed a little. "Never took you as a softie kinda guy." Koga kissed your forehead and said, "You make me this way."

Your hands traced over his abs. Both hands were on his chest as he looked at the color difference of you two. He was so pale, and you were full of beautiful melanin that he adored.

K said, "You're so pretty, baby." You looked into K's eyes with adoration. You gave him a peck on the lips and said, "You can move."

K was careful at first. He didn't go deep, rough, or fast.

He moved slowly and shallowly so you could get used to him. You choked, "Just go all the way in."

Koga seeped into you, reaching more than your G-spot. You shook as he humped into it. He didn't thrust, just humped.

You felt your spot moving as it tickled your stomach. He was shifting it further back. You gasped when he pulled all the way back and in.

He slammed right into your spot, and you cried. Your hands were shaky as you reached for him. "Fucking take it. Take all of me."

You thrust again with the same power. Your body gave up. You went limp from pleasure as Koga kept fucking into you.

"You like that? Hm? You fucking like when I'm aggressive?" His hand was on your neck as he gently squeezed. As much as you knew how to push each other's buttons, you're not aware of what you two are into.

You whispered, "Faster, please."

Koga was quick to follow instructions. He lifted both your thighs and put it on his broad shoulders. You felt him get so much deeper. His balls slapped against your asshole as you moaned. 

K grabbed the vibrator and pressed it hard against your clit. He spit on your hole and watched it disappear as he thrusts into you. You cried when he turned it on to the maximum setting.

"Fuck Koga, I'm gonna cum." He leaned down and kissed you passionately. Your tongues entangled with one another as you throbbed from pleasure. The knot in your stomach was suddenly so much tighter as you started to flutter around his size.

Then, you came. You were shaking, gasping, whimpering. Koga was gentle as he fucked you through it. He choked as he pulled out to cum too.

You two were silent for a moment. Koga wiped you down with a warm rag and laid next to you.

"Well, that happened." You laughed, "What now?"

His muscular arm was wrapped around your neck. You were basically in a headlock. "We go on a few dates. Y/N, there's no way you didn't know that I like you."

You scoffed, "How was I supposed to know when you bicker and argue at me like a toddler."

K sighed, "Well, I only look out for you. I only care about your opinion, I only let you talk to me like an idiot, and contrary to your belief, I don't go to staff members houses and fuck them."

Koga hugged you closer, "I want you." You relaxed, "You have me now."

[banj0s-methl4b-dung3on]

What is this stupid thing in my house he keeps getting on my ceiling lights!!!!

Surprise cameo from mister Orion “Curly” Carling, he is way smaller than Lux but thats because he has a lot missing already so

Tiny rant about the nightmare that was making him under the cut ��💥💥

MY GOODNESS THIS MENACE IS SO HARD TO SEW but i love him so much i had to make him real

btw i used felt fabric to make him with a mixture of blanket and ladder stitching and a sewing machine as well as some embroidery here and there, if anyone wants a guide i might try and make one but we shall see if enough people ask for one :3

his flat parts were easy to make , loved making his little bowtie because its so cute <333

the stressful part was sewing his hands and feet to his arms and legs since i had to stick it between the fabrics while also not letting the rest of it get sewn together accidentally, its a whole thing :(

i accidentally sewed one of his hands backwards so had to cut that off and restitch it together like a twisted surgery

then it was time for the head which was ok..until i put him inside out

i sewed his hair too high up his head so i had to cut it all off and recede his hair a biiit more (i want my man to be BALDING BALDING!!!)

it paid off because lowering them made him look so much cuter :3

his clothes were pretty fun to sew, his coat and cuffs are removable so i can dress him up like a little princess, ill look into making his bowtie removable as well and put on an elastic band or something some other time

once i was almost done and about to give him the rest of his hair (he was bald at the back) my mom said his head looked too floppy and suggested i give it more stuffing so i cut his head open and gave him brain surgery, now he's a smart boy!

sewing on the hair was so funny it was like putting on a wig 😭

but thats kind of it ! he's very very scrappy and rough but im proud of him ! (and the fact my pattern actually worked holy hell..)

he's not the biggest plushie i made but definitely the longest to make by far, ive only taken less than a day to make my other babs but he took a whopping 4 DAYS including the time it took to make his pattern

im gonna ship him to miami i hate him get him out of my house!

[bananakozaka]

Deltarune PMMM AU: SUSIE EDITION!!1🎉🎊🎉🎉🎉🗣🗣 Outfit & Doppel (Also Humanization by Proxy)

hii again >:3 i drew susie as a magical girl! her magi outfit isn’t as interesting as kris in my opinion (i just drew a human version of her darkworld outfit, nothing too crazy) BUT i went all out on her doppel. also there’s a bonus meme at the end as thanks for all the support on my last post :D

BACKSTORY (click ALT for text if you need it)

You thought Kris’s life was bad? look at susie: at tender age of 11, her parents died in some sort of contrived accident and she was shuffled between foster homes ever since. well, until she turned 15. She had enough of being at the whims of selfish adults and contracted with a kyubey (not UB) to “take her away”. this sent her to HomeCity, where kris and the plot reside.

It also gave her teleportation powers! Nothing too major, however. susie can teleport herself 10-20 ish feet away and if she’s teleporting with someone else, the distance is halved. She can also teleport her nifty Thrasher Axe for surprise attacks.

Susie steals/hunts for grief seeds to sell them to weak magi. she gets on kris and ralsei’s radar after she kill steals from them. later, after a witch hunt gone awry and a timely rescue from kris and ralsei (kris helping because a certain red incubator kept badgering them) they all become the S#1t/Fun/Stupid squad; an uneasy alliance and future friend group.

UB is very intrigued by the innate karmic potential radiating off susie. Kris really does not know why; all she seems to be is a bully street urchin friend going through a character arc that anyone could go through. but who knows? kris isn’t the one who’s designed to collect energy from the souls of the innocent.

DESIGN NOTES

To me, susie’s darkworld design is very jojo-esque with the gold heart belt, so I kept those aspects in her magi form. gangster camp is still camp after all, and if susie doesn’t like frills i have to camp it up some other way. the bandages aren’t part of her magi outfit, btw. they’re just there. :)

Her soulgem is a triangle wrapped in a spiky bow around her neck. This is a reference to the throat chakra representing truth and agency and other character-relevant qualities. It’s green because I felt it would make for a nice contrast to all the purple in her outfit.

NOTE ON HER HUMAN FORM: notice how susie’s sweater is the only thing not torn or beat up? It was a gift from a nice motherly lady that helped susie one day. she holds it close to her heart ever since.

CW: Mild blood in the next picture (only a couple drops)

CATHERINE

“The Doppel of Helplessness. It takes the form of a sewing spindle, but the master uses it as a breaking wheel. The master of this emotion is endlessly frustrated by the doppel’s insistence of sewing fabrics out of the master’s hair; a task that the master has no experience in.

The doppel lashes out due to its master’s uselessness; its wheel growing spikes to kill any unfortunate foes foolish enough to approach. The master wishes to turn over a pacifistic leaf, but the wheel turns still.”

i chose the name “Catherine” because 1) its another name for a breaking wheel and 2) because the legend of saint catherine feels like a very helpless tale.

I gave cathy a pastel color pallet as a nice contrast to its violet nature, and to contrast susie’s tomboyishness. its a representation of all the times people called her useless for not fitting into societal expectations for how she should act.

BONUS

you know how magical girls in pmmm and magiareco wear their soulgem rings on their middle fingers? yeah. this is how kris & susie transform. ralsei can chide them all he wants, the bird begs to be flipped.

Thats about it! If you have any characters you want me to magical-fy next, you can reblog with a request! *wink wink nudge nudge pls reblog this it took me a long time to make :>*

for further magicalmaxxing:

[sugar-petals]

Hi caro 🌹, following what you said in your previous post , you mentioned that Tom hardy is a soft type which I agree on and I get a feeling that he might be a soft natural too cause suits look like they're floating and they don't sit right on his body like what u said for Aaron taylor-johnson is . Emily browning is another case , I strongly believe she's a romantic or at the very least soft gamine . I like seeing them stand next to eachother in this movie ( the softness in their features and them being rahuvians in astrology make them complement eachother pretty well ! ) ( I want to add them to your list of couples so bad lol) thanks and have a swell day ☀️

emily browning is so yin! apple cheeks, full lips, rounded eyes, wavy wispy hair, soft jawline... naturals really do seem to come cast/coupled/teamed/shipped with romantic types frequently.

in a modern plot, the Natural is often painted as the active, Romantic as the passive part, until the roles switch; N is the facilitator for R to live their life how they please. "everything everything" in a nutshell: amandla stenberg = pure R, nick robinson = SN.

"love, simon" had picture-perfect N type clothing for nick, as if the costume department knew his kibbe ID. i think that's one of the reasons it blew up. jeans fabric, fleece, regular shirts, slightly longer but less sleek hair, casual > overstyling.

very subtly done, with soft lighting. which suits R, C, and N very well (DC is the exception, they are film noir). harsh lighting benefits sharp yang types on the other hand, so the G and D categories (SG as the exception, they are too yin), think eva green in sin city, the shadows of the blinds mimic her angular bones, creating harmony. she's been typed as D, SD, and TR, but in any case, she has yang bones. what do y'all think her type is? she is 5´7.

FN -TR with swapped expectations seems to be THE popular couple trope, btw. TR the strong, dominant, loveless, and hardened one, and FN the naively helpless romantic who's clumsy, shy, and often the sexualized part, even if we suspected it would be the TR! and they still have a hilarious height and size difference. FN is tall and burly, TR narrow and curvy. so, disney's hercules.

the D - G pairing axis tends to be a little edgier. especially as D is frequently a villain, contrarian, or antihero role, and G is the toiling protagonist on the hero's journey or the comedic relief. as soon as the "N with R, D with G" formula is broken, as "N with G, D with R", the couple is bittersweet, like katniss and peeta.

bonus: tom hardy has the typical "sharp shoulder sitting on top of nothing" menswear syndrome there: angled suits are for angled, pointy bones. naturals are too blunt-edged. that's why all of his well-known roles have character designs that sew the shoulders rounded, no pads, no classic construction.

[helplesslypurple77]

Day 6-Cumming in Pants-Illumi/Reader

Notes:  I have never actually sewed a mens suit, because 1. Tailoring is REALLY FUCKING HARD and finicky as hell 2. I'm a woman who has no need for one, and 3. I hate sewing mens clothes their boring

Anyway, enjoy. Also btw 70,000 jenny is about 700 usd

also title is from 'English Love Affair' by 5sos

...

As a seamstress located in Yorknew city, you got a large volume of clientele. Be it wealthy businessmen wanting a high quality suite or spoiled princesses shopping for their next dress, you pride yourself in your high quality work and your range of designs. You made sure to treat each and every patron of your business with respect, even the strange characters you often received. Because of course, as the wealthy clients wore their clothes to gatherings, you gained a reputation for your quality and openness. And of course, the odd ones took notice.

The first hunter you had ever tailored clothes for had been kind of normal, only requiring a special waterproof fabric. But the weirdness had increased and increased and now you regularly got a parade of weird guests after weird guests.

From simple garments that required special skills or fabrics, to gravity defying outfits that any designer would turn down, you took them all. At a handsome price, of course. 

It was raining. Thunder rattled the glass windows of your shop, rain hitting them so hard you worried for a moment they might break. It was dark outside, the blackness only momentarily illuminated by flashes of lightning. You hummed along with the headphones in your ears, carefully cutting the black fabric laid across your cutting table. Cutting was probably one of your least favorite parts, but it was ok right now, the music in your ears and the rain a faint lovely sound on your windows. 

Your shop and studio were the same, situated in a nice part of town. Your shop was in a pleasant little street, filled with mom and pop shops and cafes, and off the beaten path far enough that you might half to know where to look. You weren't looking to incur any damages, and you especially didn't want robbers or crime near your precious creations. You did have a hunter's license, in order to hunt certain types of hides, and you were moderately powerful and would be able to protect yourself in a bad situation, but you didn't like fighting. You would prefer it if you didn't have to defend yourself at all. 

Rain hits the long windows of your shop with a loud pattern, thunder cracking in the background. You humm, a calm russian pop playing through your airpods, dancing around your cutting table. You have certain songs you like playing during rain storms, just to give the right vines. Right now your favorites are В последний раз, and Goodnight Moon—

Your front door opened with a slam. You jump, one of your airpods falls out of your ear and onto the cutting table. A figure stands in your doorway. The figure is tall, with long flowing hair flipping wildly in the wind. Rain hits the hardwood floor a few feet in front of him and you push your shock and fear away and glare at the stranger.

“Can I help you?” You say, standing tall and crossing your arms. “You're getting rain all over my floors.”

The man tilts his head, backlit by the lightning, but you can kind of make out his face. He has pale skin, and big dark eyes, as dark as the night behind him. After a moment of consideration, he steps forwards into the light, letting the door close behind him. 

You bend down, picking up your airpod and carefully putting both of them away before you can lose them. 

The man in your doorway doesn't attempt to shake himself dry or remove the wet hair soaking water on the princess sleeves of his odd green outfit. It takes you one careful look over him to realize he's a hunter. The one lesson you’ve learned in your work with hunters over the years is not one of them dresses normally. Fastest way to spot a hunter in public is to look for the person wearing a discount spirit Halloween jester outfit or wearing what could only be described as a tree cutout robbed straight from a middle school play.

 The man in the doorway tilts his head. 

“You are a seamstress.” He says. It takes you a moment to realize that was a question. “You were recommended to me by my father.”

“I am a seamstress, yes.” You say, eyeing him carefully up and down. “But I'm closed right now.”

“Oh,” The man says, and then continues to stand still as a statue a few feet in front of your door. He looks a bit like a drowned kitten with big black eyes, surrounded by long black hair that sticks to his face, his clothes, his arms. He looked uncomfortable.

“I have a shower,” You say, trying to sound inviting. “You can use my dryer as well if you’d like.”

The man tilts his head slightly, black hair cascading in a wet curtain down his back. You wince as water hits your previously clean hardwood floor. He looks a bit like a porcelain doll, his face mostly eyes and confused blank expression. Finally, he speaks.

“Yes, that would be nice.” He says, stepping farther into your room. You hold out your arm to stop him.

“Stop, you're gonna get my fabric wet,” you sigh, motioning for him to stand still by the door. “Just wait here, I'll be right back.”

The man looks down, lifting his arm experimentally, as if he just remembered he's soaking wet at all. Water cascades off his arm, forming a small puddle beneath him.You sigh, massaging your forehead as you go and fetch some towels from your linen closet. When you return, the man is still standing still by the door. You hand him the towels, trying for a friendly smile. You're very tired. 

“Try to dry off as much as you can,” You say, turning back to your cutting table. No reason not to get some work done. You're almost done cutting out the mock up when you feel a tap on your shoulders. 

“Yeah?” You ask, trying to finish cutting out the piece you were in the middle of cutting. 

“Where is the shower,” The man says from behind you. 

“Oh, I'll show you.” You say, turning around. The man has rolled his long hair up in one of the towels you had handed him. In his hands, he's holding a bundle of green and yellow fabric. Fabric the almost exact color his clothes had been. You drop your scissors with a clatter, abruptly closing your eyes.

“Why are you naked?” You ask, trying to remain calm. You had only gotten a glimpse but the man looked pretty built. 

“You told me not to track water on your fabric.” The man says, sounding very confused. You take a deep breath and massage your temples, keeping your eyes closed.

“I didn't mean–you know what, never mind.” You say, turning back to your cutting table and opening your eyes. In the foggy reflection of the window opposite you can catch some glimpses of skin and muscles, but you do your best not to look.

“Follow me,” You say, moving towards the back stairs, the ones that lead up to your small flat. The sound of wet feet hitting your hardwood floor follows you, so you assume the man is following you.

“Are you afraid of the human form, Miss…” The man asks. You scoff. You would assume he was mocking you, but the total lack of emotions in his voice gave away the fact that it was a genuine question.

“Name, and no, obviously not.” You say, “I just didn't expect you to be naked. What's your name again?”

“Illumi,” The man, Illumi says. “I apologize for startling you.”

You sigh, opening the door to the back stairs and starting up. Illumi follows you.

“It's fine, Mr Illumi.” You say, reaching to the top of your stairs and opening the door of your small apartment. “You can leave your clothes on the table. I'll put them in the wash.”

Illumi doesn't say anything, but you assume he nodded. The door closes behind him, blocking out the sounds of rain. You flip on the lightswitch, and golden light floods the small living room of your apartment. You slip off your shoes, and move deeper into the apartment. 

“You have a nice house,” Illumi says, and you hear the wet slap of his clothes hitting your kitchen table as he continues, “although your security is poor.”

“Thanks, I guess.” You say, choosing to brush off the last comment. “The bathroom is this way.”

You walk past your open bedroom door, silently praying Illumi does not see what a mess it is, and open the small door of your bathroom, switching on the lights. 

“Here we are,” You say, turning around and abruptly being reminded that he's only wearing two towels. You yank your eyes from his abs and stair at his drowned face. “You can use whatever you want in there.”

Illumi nods his head up and down, the towel on his air bobbing comically. He blinks his big eyes slowly looking at you with what can only be categorized as curiosity.

“Why did you help me?” He asks. You frown in confusion.

“What?” 

“Why did you let me into your home?” He asks again, tilting his head. He really does look kinda sad and pathetic, if you ignore the rest of his mostly naked body.

“Uh…” you say, thinking for a moment. “I felt bad for you? You look like a drowned kitten.”

“Oh,” Illumi says, frowning. Then after a pause, “thank you.”

“Your welcome,” You laugh, leaning past him to grab a large towel from your upstairs linen closet, and pass it to him. He takes it and steps into the bathroom, closing the door behind him. 

You're digging through your clothes drawers for some of your ex-boyfriend's clothes you know you kept when you hear the shower switching off. You hurry, grabbing some soft gray sweatpants and one of his old t-shirts and knock on the bathroom door.

“Illumi? I have some clothes for you to borrow.” You say, folding them and stacking them neatly into a pile. The door flips open and you avert your eye, shoving the clothes in his direction until you feel them leaving your hands. The door doesn't close though, and you close your eyes as clothing rustles, until the rustling has stopped for at least ten seconds. Only then do you open your eyes. Illumi looks much less drowned rat now, his pale skin still a little pink from the shower. His hair is wrapped up in a towel, and you're happy to note your ex-boyfriend's stuff fits him fine. 

“Your stuff will be done in about ten minutes,” you say, turning away and leading him back down the small hallway and into your living room as you continue. “You mentioned you had business with me?”

“Yes,” Illumi says as you move into your kitchen, starting the kettle. He's still standing awkwardly in the middle of the living room like an odd statue when you turn around. You giggle.

“You can sit down,” You say, urging him into motion. He obeys, sitting upright in one of your armchairs, hands folded neatly in his lap. “Would you like some tea?”

“Yes,” Illumi says, and you pull two mugs out of the cabinet as he continues. “I was told your work is excellent.”

You select a chamomile tea out of the tea cabinet and put a tea bag into each cup. 

“It is,” You say. “Who said that though.”

“My father,” Illumi says. You scan your brain for anyone he could possibly be referring to and come up empty. 

“Did you need something made?” You ask instead, pouring the hot water into the mugs and putting a plate over them to let them steep. “I'm a bit swamped right now with an unusual request, but if it's easy I can totally make something for you.”

“Mother told me my suit is too small.” Illumi says, still sitting stiff and unnatural on one of your cushy chairs. You grab both of the mugs, placing one on the coffee table in front of Illumi.

“A suite, huh.” You say, taking a sip of your chamomile tea and letting the warmth sooth your bones. As far as normal garments go, Suites would probably be one of the hardest garments ever. Making a suite was one thing, making a well tailored suit in a small time frame without five hundred fittings was quite another. But, in your profession you had long ago learned that there were worse things you might be forced to make than a suite. This one time, this guy had shone up and requested to have a ball for a waist, and be able to use it in combat. You had done it, somehow. At least he had been hot, if very fucking weird. You shake your head, taking a ship of your tea.  

“I can make you a suit, yeah.” You say as you place your cup on the coffee table. “Let me get my schedule book and I'll write you in.”

“Im busy,” Illumi replies, sitting bold upright in your chair, tea clutch between his pale fingers. “Can you do it now?”

“Sew a suit, right now, while you're here?” You ask incredulously, sitting back into your chair. 

Illumi nods jerkily, taking a robotic sip of his drink and setting it on the table.

“Please,” he says.  The room sinks into silence for a moment as you take a few deep breaths, holding back a laugh. 

“I have inconvenienced you.” Illumi says, and you decide to take pity on him. 

“Is there a specific time frame you need to suit?” You ask, reaching forward to pick up your tea. “I can schedule you as soon as possible.”

“Mother says in two weeks,” Illumi says, a few strands of hair falling from the towel turban he put his hair in. in the distance you hear your dryer beek aggressively, signifying Illumis clothes have finished drying. You stand, moving towards your small laundry room, shouting over your shoulder as you continue.

“You said your father recommended me, right?” 

Illumi nods, taking another sip of camomile tea. “He said he gets his work clothes from you. He said your work holds up under extreme stress.”

“I make a lot of specialty clothes for hunters,” You say, bending down to pull Illumis dry clothes out of your front loading washer. “So it kind of has too. Is your father a hunter?”

“Assassin.” Illumi says. You nod, holding his warm clothes and slamming the laundry room door with your foot.

“Ah, you must be Silva’s son then.” You say, handing Illumi his warm, staticky clothes. He takes them, tilting his head to the side.

“How did you know?” he asks, big eyes blinking slowly. 

You giggle, taking his empty cup from the coffee table and putting it into your sink, along with your own half full one. 

“I don't get many assassins for clients.” You say, running water into the cups and putting them into your almost full dishwasher. You make a note to start it after Illumi leaves.

“You know, your dad has a fitting in a couple days.” You start, grabbing your appointment book from the countertop and moving back into the small living room as you flip through it. “ How about you come with him and I'll take your measurements? That sound good?”

Illumi sits still, head tilted as he blinks slowly, considering. 

“Alright,” Illumi finally answers, and you nod, writing it into your book. 

His clothes are still resting in his lap and you hop up, grabbing a bag from your closet. It's an old plastic take out bag. You take his clothes from him again as he thinks, putting them in the bag and handing it back. 

He looks at it in confusion. You smile, handing him a paper bag filled with the weird pins that had been stuck in the front of the clothes, and what looked like an id of some kind and a phone. 

“That way your clothes wont get wet,” You say with a smile, glancing at the clock. It's getting pretty late at night, around ten forty five. The sound of Illumis phone ringing cuts through the silence, and you jump. Illumi pulls an archaic looking flip phone out of the paper bag, flipping it open with a satisfying snap.

“Yes?” 

Someone's voice can be heard on the other line, yelling rather loudly. You pretend not to pay attention out of politeness, but strain your ears to hear something. Unfortunately you can catch anything and Illumi hangs up, rising to his feet abruptly.

“I have to go,” he says, “where should I change?”

“No knead,” You say, standing up and getting your appointment book on the table. 

“But your clothes,” He says, gesturing down on himself. You smile. 

“Dont worry about it, there my ex boyfriends old things.” You say, moving towards the front door. “I was just gonna donate them anyway.”

Illumi follows you, silent but for the rustling of the bags you had provided him. His footsteps made no noise, you hadn't noticed before because of the rain. Opening the door of your flat you step into the much colder stairwell and shiver. 

“I'm sorry i don't have a jacket for you,” You say, bare feet padding down the concrete stairs. “It's quite cold out.”

“As an assassin, I was raised to withstand below zero temperatures,” Illumi informs you blankly as you reach the button of the stairs, opening the door into your shop. 

“Well that's good.” You say, holding the door open as Illumi steps through, into the barely illuminated back room of your shop. A few mannequins standing in the corner look threateningly like real humans, and you giggle as Illumi stops still, staring at them before moving on.

“Jump scared by the manquines?” You ask. Illumi frowns, shaking his head. 

“No.” He says, walking a little faster. You giggle, he must be embarrassed. 

“So, you’ll be back in a few days for our appointment, right?” you ask, standing a few feet away from the front door. Illumi, holding two plastic bags of clothes and nicknacks against his chest, nods.

“Yes,” He says, and then a second later, “I apologize for inconveniencing you.”

You giggle. He's a bit cute, in a wild animal kind of way. You move closer, reaching up to yoink the towel from his head, watching his long hair tumble over his shoulders. He shakes his head like a dog, his long silky hair falling into place. His ears are red as he opens the door, stepping into the rain. You wave, and he nods in response as the door shuts with a heavy clunk. 

You smile all night as you lock up your room, shutting the doors and securing the windows and waving goodbye to the threatening dress forms in the corner. 

Tonight certainly was interesting. 

🪡🪡🪡

The sun is shining across your floors, when Illumi and Silva arrive for their appointment. The door opens with a chime of bells, and you look up from your design sketchbook and grin.

“Ah, there you are.” You say, putting your sketchbook and the table and rising to greet the men touring by the door. “I almost thought you wouldn't show up.”

“I apologize, Miss Name,” SIlva says, smiling down at you. He really does tower over you, in stature and height. “Be polite and apologize for the inconvenience, Illumi.”

Illumi, standing a bit behind his father, nods. 

“I apologize Miss Name,” He says, looking somehow both lost and sincere at the same time. You laugh.

“It's no biggie, you guys were only a few minutes late,” You say, leading them both into the main area, and grabbing the outfit Silva had requested. “I made the alterations we talked about last time, so hopefully everything fits this time!”

You hand Silva the formal suit jacket he had requested, and motion for him to change. He nods. 

“Where can my son sit while we finish this up?” He asks. You nod, turning to look at Illumi who has been standing awkwardly in the middle of your studio with a laugh.

“Illumi, you can take a seat over there if you like.” You say, gesturing at the comfy chairs off to the side of your studio. Illumi nods, moving towards the chairs and sitting down with a thump. His hands fold over his lap and you giggle.

“Your son has great manners,” You whisper, leaning over in Silva's direction. The large man chuckles, brushing his long hair out of the way as he slips the black suite over his white button down. 

“My wife has taught him well in that department,” He grins as you survey the fit of the jacket. “Although we have our concerns.”

“Oh really?” you ask, probably more interested than you should be. “How is the fit?”

“Good,” Silva says, raising his arms above his head. “Well as Illumi has gotten older, Kikyo and I worry he'll never marry.”

You stifle a giggle, subtle looking at Illumi as he sits still in your chair, looking around at the framed sketches on your wall. You frame designs you were especially proud of, with proof pictures of course. You turn back to Silva, a little confused.

“Really? He's quite handsome,” You say, checking the back seam as Silva flexes his muscles. The suite stays intact, not even straining. Silva looks at you oddly.

“You think,” He says, smiling slightly. “Well, lately he has expressed interest in a certain woman. Kikyo and I are thrilled.”

“Oh, really?” You say, your heart sinking in your chest a little. When had you even realized you were attracted to him? Maybe you were just disappointed that a handsome man was off the market. “That's just great.”

Silva nods, smiling a secretive smile as he sheds the jacket, handing it back to you. 

“The fit is lovely,” He says, “I'm quite satisfied.”

You smile, your heart feeling a bit odd, and turn to grab a bag, packing his suit jacket up carefully and neatly, tossing in a free sample handkerchief as you usually do, all the while feeling a bit sad. You don't quite want to admit why as you hand Silva the package, turning to Illumi sitting in the armchair with a sigh.

“Alright Illumi, let's get those measurements done.” You say, turning away to grab your measurement book and your tape measure. When you turn back, Illumi is standing a few feet in front of you. You hadn't heard him move at all. But you supposed that was expected for an assassin. 

“Your shop is nice,” Illumi says, voice stilted as you move closer, wrapping the tape measure around his chest. You ignore the beating in your heart as you take the measurement, noting it down in your book. 

“Thanks,” You say, turning back around to take the second measurement. “I try.”

Silence falls as your slightly trembling hands take the waist measurement. Illumi shifts slightly as you turn, noting the measurement in your book. Silence falls as you take the next few measurements, careful not to touch his body more than necessary. The shoulder, arm, and back measurements are all taken in awkward silence, until Illumi speaks again.

“The designs on your walls,” he says, “I recognize one.”

You have your back turned, writing down measurements and you turn to follow his pointing finger. He's pointing at a design you're rather proud of. The man who had decided he wanted a ball for a waist. You grin, proud of it as you turn back.

“Ah, Mr Morrow's design, one of my favorites.” You say, leaning down a bit to wrap the tape measure around his hips. “That design was a pain in the ass but it turned out so well.”

“You have sewed for Hisoka?” Illumi asks, shifting slightly as your hands pass over his hips, taking the measurement down mentally and turning around to write it on the page. 

“Yes!” You say with a grin, “Pain in the ass design, but he was handsome and so I guess it was worth it.”

Illumi frowns slightly, shifting as you drop to your knees, taking the length of his legs. Faintly in the background, you hear Silva muffle a cough. You had forgotten for a moment he was there. 

“You took his measurements?” He asks, frowning down at you. You look up in confusion, still on your knees with a tape measure in your hand, poised to do the inseam measurement.

“I take everyone's measurements?” You question, confused. “I had to do some really finicky stuff for that outfit, and it involved some odd and somewhat emberassingmeasruments.” 

You explain, knees still firmly planted on the floor as you lower your tape measure. Illumi frowns, hands falling over his chest. 

“I hope he did not inconvenience you.” He says, blinking very slowly. He sounds almost upset, but you shove it aside with a grin as you pick up your tape measure again.

“Oh, it wasn't too bad,” You say, gently taking the inseam measurement, careful not to brush any sensitive parts as you continue. “The costume was a pain, but he was very lovely to work with. His pretty face definitely helped. And the money, obviously.”

Illumi shifts slightly as you carefully take the inseam measurement.

“You guys friends?” You ask, finishing your inseam measurement and turning to write it in your book. Illumi coughs, shifting behind you with a rustling of fabric.

“I guess,” he says, a certain malice in his voice that you can't place.

“How nice,” You say, turning to write your final measurements, your heart feeling a bit heavy.

🪡🪡🪡

Silva and Illumi pay the whole 70,000 jenny upfront. You protest, but Silva waves it off with a grin, as he and Illumi disappear into the sunlight.

You hate to admit that you're really attracted to Illumi. You're not sure why. Maybe it's the whole wounded animal thing he was going on, or maybe it was his awkward nature and stilted conversation, but you were quite enamored with him. 

But thanks to Silva, you now knew you had no chance with him. 

The next few fittings with Illumi were an awkward mix of attraction and arousal on your end, and awkwardness at his end. He tried to make small talk with you, and you replied, but every conversation made you more and more sure he would never be attracted to you. 

He was even kind enough to bring you a lovely bouquet of red roses and white baby's breath, and apologize for the night you had first met. Every kind gesture made your heart hurt, but you accepted them with a smile. Every time you saw those roses, your heart hurt.

🪡🪡🪡

It was around seven when the events started. You were bone tired, body flopping onto the bed after a long day of standing over a table. Your back ached as you sighed, closing your eyes. 

Your phone lay beside you, digging into your back slightly as you relaxed. But you couldn't quite relax. There was a familiar, thrumming energy running through your body. You were horny.

Sighing, you stroked your nipples gently through your thin shirt, already having shed your bra as soon as you entered the room. Your other hand slowly winds down, stroking your pussy gently over your panties.

You're so horny. Maybe it has something to do with Illumi’s fittings. Having your hands all over him in a professional manner was too much. He had such a fit physique, you longed to grip his muscled shoulders, free of the fabric between your skin. You whimper, pressing a finger knuckle deep into your pussy with a sigh. You roll over slightly, back pressing into your phone. 

You can't be bothered to take it out from under you, even when you hear a faint click.

Illumi happens to be near your shop when his phone rings. He answers it quickly, holding it up to his ear as he stands in the middle of the darkened sidewalk a few miles from your shop. 

“Name?” He asks, standing a foot away from the ring of light cast by the sidewalk. The sweatpants he's wearing hang low on his hips. The sweat pants you had given him. They still smell like you still, and Illumi is ashamed to admit how hard he gets when he takes a whiff of their scent. Re refuses to relieve himself, as not to sully your name. It's become hard as of late, with your figure plaguing his dreams, your careful professional fingers brushing his skin. Illumi sighs, taking a deep breath.

You don't respond, the only sound he hears is a faint groan. Illumi starts moving towards your shop, worried.

“Illumi?” You say over the phone. Your voice shakes, sounding a bit odd. “Oh god Illumi!”

Illumi frowns, moving faster and faster towards your house. You sound like you're in some type of distress. 

“Name,” He asks again, “are you alright?”

No reply, only a faint groan leaking through the phone. Illumi’s dick twitches in his pants as he races towards your shop.

“Oh Illumi, you’ve got to help me!” You exclaim through the phone. Your voice shakes lightly, heavy breathing coming through the speaker as Illumi picks the lock to your shop.

“Are you ok, name?” He asks again. You groan, and then the phone disconnects with a click. Illumi dashes through your darkened shop, up the concrete stairs, and opens your door as quietly as possible. If someone is hurting you, he’ll kill them in an instant. 

You have two fingers shoved up your cunt when the door opens with a slam. You shriek, trying to hide the evidence of what you were doing as illumi stares down at your mostly naked body in shock. He's standing in your doorway, wearing the sweatpants you had given to him and a black muscle tea, and staring at your body in shock. 

He looks so delicious, as he takes you in, his face looking a bit bewildered. You trace his body, your eyes catching on the obvious bulge in his pants, and grin.

“Illumi,” You coo, spreading your legs with a grin. He visibly gulps. “I need something from you.”

This all feels so sudden, the tension hanging in the air between you, the way his expressions of lust spell so plainly on his face. How could you have missed this. You wonder if you had missed other signs.

Illumi moves forward slowly, the door closing softly behind him, feet making no sound on your bedroom floor. He stands at the end of the bed awkwardly, dick twitching in the gray sweatpants he wears. You gulp down saliva, scooting a bit farther onto the bed. 

“I want you to eat me out,” You say, bringing a hand down to spread your pussy lips. You watch Illumi gulp, want him crawls towards you on the bed until his head is positioned over your dripping pussy, his hair tickling your knees and thighs as he leans down. 

“I apologize if this is unsatisfactory,” illumi says, his voice still as robotic and clinical as ever, even as his eyes tremble with arousal. “I lack the necessary experience to—”

You interrupt by gripping his hair, and shoving his face into your pussy. His body collapses on the bedspread, hands winding around your hips and waist, as your hand winds into the base of his long hair.

You groan, your back arching as he licks a long strip along your pussy, tonge passing gently over your clit. 

You reward him with a tug on his hair, and he muffles a small groan into your pussy. The resulting jolt of pleasure runs through your spine, and his name escapes your mouth.

“That's good, so good.” You pants into the air, the hand not tangled in Illumis long hair notting into the white comforter around you. Illumi whimpers quietly, his own hips grinding into the carpet as you moan.

He's showering you with pleasure, his mouth going to town on you as your back arches, and your orgasm threatens to overwhelm you. You whimper, tugging at his hair.

“Oh god, I'm gonna cum.” You shiver, body jolting and jerking and Illumi fucks your whole with his tongue, his thumb drawing circles on your clit. 

“Me too,” he murmurs into your pussy, and you watch as he grinds helplessly into the comforter, completely occupied with driving you mad with pleasure.

It's that sight that pushes you over the edge. His hair tangled on your legs, his hands gripping your body like you’ll disappear in an instant, the desperate thrusts of his hips into the comforter.

Your body tenses as you cum, back arching and hand pulling the hair knots in your hands. His voice is on your tongue as you orgasm, stars bursting in your eyelids, pleasure overwhelming your senses.

Illumi also tenses under your grip, muffling a faint moan of pleasure into your pussy, only prolonging your orgasm.

When you open your eyes, hazy from cumming and take him in over you, you feel more arousal running through your body.

He's looming over you, big doll eyes filled with lust, clothes long discarded. His hair falls over the two of you like an intimate curtain, hiding the outside world from view. His dick is bobbing back to life, big and ready to be inside you. A small, nervous smile is curing across his lips.

“Be my wife,” Illumi says, eyes darting anywhere but you. You grin, a feeling of elation running through your body as you reach up, gripping his face with your hand and looking deep into his eyes as you reply.

“Yes,” You say, and Illumis mouth devours you in a kiss so full of happiness you almost cry. Almost, until you feel that hardness pressing against your stomach and you reach down, storking it gently. Illumi moans into your mouth, choking slightly and you grin.

“You aren't busy, right?” You coo into his mouth. Illumi shakes his head.

“Good,’ You say, body twisting into his. “Because I think I'll have you occupied for the next couple hours.”

Illumi responds by kissing the breath from your lips. 

...

Endnotes:

I HATE SCHOOL I HATE SCHOOL!!! I HATE SCHOOL I HATE SCHOOL!!! 

Anyway, If you cant tell i would love to be a tailor/seamstress for a living, but alas my parents unfortunately raised me to have expensive taste and it's just not sustainable as a career. So it's a hobby for now.

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charlieeee! oooo you wanna write vampire artrick headcanons so bad oooooo

andyyyy!!! hello hello UR MY FIRST INBOXER U win... vampire artrick headcanons!!!!

-x- i like to imagine that with a lot of empty time on his hands, patrick would take up woodworking, working in the darkness of the night to craft a large wooden coffin, big enough to fit both him and art. he ladens it with crimson red sheets and pristine duvets, waiting eagerly for art's reaction. "might as well play into the stereotype in style, right?"

-x- they love being indoors, snuggled on the sofa as art's reading, while patrick just toys with art's fingers, interlacing them. sometimes biting, gently, his canines pressing into art's pale skin and leaving marks, like quiet whispers compared to the loud scream that tore from both of their throats the day they bit each other.

-x- they get the bite marks on their neck tattooed too btw <3 just to ensure it's really there forever.

-x- sometimes patrick will hear art crying- he feels the most guilt between the two of them, for the people he's hurt unconsciously and the ones hes left behind. patrick's bad with tears and better with blood, but he does his best, pressing gentle kisses to the hinge of art's jaw and pressing their palms together, firm and grounding. like a silent promise from patrick to art, that he hasnt been hurt yet, and art has no reason to leave him.

-x- i like to think that they both get irrationally jealous over miniscule things, they just show it differently. art gets quiet and sulky, answering in short sentences with a clipped tone. he cant ever stay mad for long, not when patrick's familiar lips crash into his, his tongue forming not words, but something more that makes the blood rush to art's head. patrick's a physically jealous guy, the second he gets art alone he's biting him all over, not caring if he draws blood. it's just more for him to drink up. "no ones gonna know you as much as i do, art. god, you taste so fucking good- no one's gonna taste you like this. you're mine, im yours, we're bound for life."

-x- sex is always an irritating matter, both arguing who gets to be on top or bottom until they give up and just have coin they flip. they keep it in the nightstand drawer. it's a filthy matter, sweat and blood and lube matting their bodies and making them stick together, each rough thrust seeming to meld them tighter, making them one. they bite each other as they orgasm, shoulder or neck or whatever body part is conveniently right there, muffling the sound of their climax as blood trickles out of their mouth.

-x- theyre a freaky ass couple- and patrick initiates most of the freakiness. u know when mgk and megan fox told the media abt her spiky ring that stabbed into her? yeah patrick would get matching ones for the two of them. when he's bored, he'll sidle up to art, take his ring off, and wrap his lips around art's finger, down to the knuckle. he licks up all the blood before giving the pad of art's ring finger a kiss, sliding the ring back on.

-x- art's bad at showing his love. so he does it in small ways, sewing hoods onto the back of patrick's shirts because he's always forgetting to cover himself whenever he goes outside, buying vinyls of artists that patrick's mentioned liking from a few hundred years ago, cleaning up the bites that art's given patrick, placing a bandaid on each mark with a soft kiss.

-x- they've been together for approximately 2,109 years, and they've watched each other grow within all that time. not physically, of course, but in softer ways. the way patrick's curls reach the nape of his neck eventually, and art grows out of his shirts. their favorite pieces of media change with each passing year, and they have a mini library that's in chronological order- the oldest book they have, a poem written on cattle skin by an old friend in the 1600's, and the most recent one, an adam silvera book. they listen to all sorts of music, from quiet classical pieces when cooking to loud rocking beats of waterparks while patrick fucks art harshly, gripping his hips tightly and making the blonde's whines compliment the music. they have assorted art from different centuries hanging on the walls of their cute little cabin, an original jackson pollock, some modern contemporary pieces that patrick scoffs at, a few monet pieces. those are art's favorites, so they're patrick's favorite too

-x- they've been in love for thousands of years, and they're prepared to keep loving for the next million years, until one day, once they're ready, they kill each other. wrapped in each other's arms, they plan on kissing each other with poison on their mouths, staying tight in the embrace when they're ready to let go.