#you can see i never lost touch with my love of Vibrant Color

[karmacat107]

days 5 and 6 of cringetober, MS Paint and neko!

in the true spirit of the event, i took the opportunity to draw an updated version of keitaro, the very first oc i ever got attached to, from the height of my cringe weeb tween years <3

some extra cringe factoids:

her name came from an old "what is your japanese name?" quiz

her backstory is that she was made in a lab (reminiscent of my creepypasta kid roots)

i actively described her as a tsundere

she used to be very stereotypically pale skinny anime waifu pretty, and also she was straight (none of those things are true anymore!!)

my original deviantart page (rip) was themed around her, and the username i had back then evolved into what has become my screen name today! so in a way this feels very full circle and i'm still quite fond of her <3

#kc107 art #cringetober #cringetober 2023 #inktober #digital art #ms paint #oc #oc art #you can see i never lost touch with my love of Vibrant Color #and that i was always a queer little catgirl at heart

[arcanesea]

embroidery of love

PAIRING: kwon soonyoung x reader GENRE: fluff, established relationship WC: 447 WARNINGS: none

There's a small hole in Soonyoung's shirt right on top of his heart. You would stick a finger inside when you were lying on his chest, tickling the skin under.

He never seemed to mind about it, the hole and you tickling him, because it's not his only shirt that got a hole in it. He thinks it's the washing machine, creating little damage time by time. But as long as he wears it inside the house, that shouldn't be a problem at all.

"Wow, didn't you bring an umbrella?" He asks when he opens the door to you, looking like a lost puppy seeking shelter from the rain.

"I was already on the way here," you whimpered. Teeth clashing from the cold. He drags you directly to the bathroom before taking one of his shirts.

"Next time just call me, babe, I'll pick you up," Soonyoung said when you walked out of the bathroom, wearing his shirt that looks oversized on you. You fiddle with the small hole on the bottom of it, wondering how many more shirts have a hole on it.

You took the liberty to alter his shirts. Watching countless tutorial videos on how to fix a hole with cute embroideries. The first one you did was a small square on the side of the shirt.

Soonyoung didn't seem to notice at first, until he caught you watching those videos in the middle of the night, trying to figure out how to do a heart.

He didn't bother you, you didn't like to be bothered when your forehead is knotted that way. So, he simply watches as you finally manage to secure the last thread.

Then he started noticing little embroideries on his shirt, the basic one was little squares (it's the first one you did), he also noticed little flowers with a pastel color on his black shirt (very hard to miss), and a little heart just right on the hole in front of his chest (he'd like to take this one on overseas trip).

He can't help but smile whenever he walks past a mirror and sees the vibrant colors of the embroideries. He occasionally points out new holes in his shirt to you, waiting in anticipation, trying to guess what kind of ideas you have.

"Thank you," he whispered to you one night. You were half-asleep, eyes tired of hours watching tutorial videos on how to make little bugs that maybe will catch him off guard when he notices.

You're like his little magician, fixing up his shirt (and life, for all that he cares), adding your personal touch and color that compliments his own in ways he never imagined.

a/n. i wish i can do embroidery... i need to fix the holes in my own shirt

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[flordeamatista]

ok but “i’ll eat you out if that makes you feel better” with this dbf!ari

Skin

pairing:  dbf!ari levinson x reader

concept:  Oh, honey, how I lust for you

word count: 1.5k

warnings: Poetic fluff with cute themes, poetic desire, fingering, reader mas-turbating, age gap, hair pulling on sweet Ari's hair, body worship, or-al (female receiving), c-um- play, nickname- (Honey),

a/n:  It's a daydream I created for my own writing challenge Loveeeeeee Song Writing Challenge using two songs: Skin and Woo (the melody of the song)

I hope you can see the inspiration behind an old menace attack @sunshinebuckybarnes and thank you @mellowsaturns

lovely beta: @lunarbuck

Masterlist

Sunlight peeks through the blinds as it sets on another lonely afternoon

You have been consumed by stress over this design for the past few weeks. You have been unable to focus on anything else, and the pressure has been overwhelming. You know you must finish it for your client, but it feels impossible. 

You need a break. 

Taking a break is necessary to recharge and refocus your energy, allowing you to return to sewing with a clearer head.

All you need is some self-care and a thousand orgasms, and he's the only one you want to fulfill. You can feel the tension and stress leaving your body, and you can start to relax, allowing you to focus and feel more energized.

You close your eyes and imagine being in his big arms, feeling his tender caresses and hearing his whispered words of love. You take a deep breath and exhale slowly, feeling a sense of peace that washes over you. 

I need to be adored and cherished

He just wanted to make sure you were okay. Having missed you at your family events, he’s been craving the opportunity to tease you since he knows what an impact he has on you. Your innocent eyes glow when you giggle, and your voice resonates with sweetness like honey in the air.. Considering he is your father's new business partner, he should not flirt with you, but he can't help but do so since you are so unique. He can't help but admire you. He knows, but that doesn't stop him from wanting to get to know you better. 

He sees the half-open door in the studio office back at your house and knows you are inside. He enters the room, determined to get your attention. He hears your voice, but it is drowned out by moans. 

Pleasure-filled.

All coherent thoughts leave his head and are blown away. It’s as if his mind is a canvas, and the explosion of emotions have painted it with an abstract swirl of colors. It never occurred to him that you would be pleasuring yourself out in the open and looking like a goddess with your hand between your legs while you lost in thought. The mix of emotions is like a tornado of colors, both vibrant and chaotic, that leaves his mind in a swirl of awe and delight. He will love having your legs around his head.

He stands in front of you, his eyes meeting your body, and he cautiously takes a step closer.

And no one else will ever know the true depth of our desire for each other.

Normally, he’d walk away, but he can’t when he hears you moaning, calling his name like a siren. He takes another step forward, his hands slowly reaching out to explore your body as he licks his lips. He can’t resist anymore and finally succumbed to his desires, walking closer until his breath fans over you.

You feel excitement wash over you, and you reach for your hand when you hear a sound from your fantasy world. You open your eyes and see a scene that you have imagined for so long. You take a moment to take it all in and take him in. 

A fantasy, a moan. 

"Ari, I was stressed. I didn't mean to do that," you whisper. You’re embarrassed that he saw and heard you calling his name.

Ari takes a deep breath and holds your gaze, his expression communicating understanding and compassion."It's alright," he says softly. "We all get stressed sometimes." He steps closer, his hand lightly touching yours. 

You feel the warmth of his hand, and the tension in your body begins to ease. 

A gentle smirk spreads across his face as he comments, "And you looked so peaceful, so relaxed, moaning my name."

It melts my heart to see your desire.

Ari grabs your wrist, belonging to the hand you had fucked yourself with, and brings your fingers to his mouth. His lips are gentle as he kisses each finger softly and slowly, taking his time to savor the taste of you on them.

Your neck is exposed to his lips as he slowly draws kisses from your fingers to your neck. His wet lips and beard mark your skin. His touch is gentle as he trails his fingers across your neck, and his lips press against your skin. His breath is warm and sends a shiver down your spine. You can feel the electricity between you two, and the moments pass like seconds.

Despite the danger and wildness, you wanted to keep going with him.

"Please, Ari!" You need him more and more. Ari smiles and lowers his head to capture your lips with his own. 

"Honey, what do you need? I'm glad to help you.” His tiny pecks and nibbles travel down the low neckline of your dress and nip gently at the curve of your breasts. Spitting on his fingers, he traces circles around your nipples with his cold fingers, sending shivers down your spine and inducing gasps in response. “I'll eat you out if that makes you feel better. I've got you.” He pulls back a bit, holding onto you so you will stay steady. 

See you, touch you, kiss you!

“Stay there,” he demands. 

Clearly, he knows what he was doing.

Bringing his palms up inch by inch, he kisses your thighs, his lips climbing higher and higher until he reaches your pussy. Before he walked in on you, you had taken off your underwear. "Relax, Honey, you're going to feel alive, I swear it." Ari blows gently on your pussy. 

Kneeling down, he presses a kiss across your thighs, inching his way up. Using his large palms, he traces his tongue along your inner thighs until his face fades away between your legs. His tongue paints circles around your core, his lips and tongue working in tandem as he drags out your pleasure.

His fingers move in circles, pressing in and out as his tongue alternates between licking and sucking. Grabbing onto his hair, you pull it as you hear him mumble, "My sweet pussy"

Ari moves his finger with a slow, regular rhythm. Increasing his pace, Ari's movements become more vigorous, and he teases you with every stroke, edging you closer and closer to the precipice of pleasure. 

He gave you what you wanted most. He made you feel special.

“So wet and tight for me.” His words bring you closer to the edge “My sweet Honey is so naughty for me, only for me.”

 In an instant, he slips in and out, sliding in a second finger while teasing your clit with his thumb. It is like a conductor leading an orchestra, gently guiding you towards the crescendo of bliss. Your breasts produce a fantastic display of cleavage as he watches them rise and fall with his movements. 

Ari groans into your clit, flicking his tongue against it, craning his fingers forward so he can find the tender spot inside that pushes your body to the edge. You gasp as he hits the spot, his tongue and fingers working together in sync. Your body quivers and your orgasm comes closer. He keeps up the pressure, and soon enough you feel yourself falling over the edge. Ari laps up the evidence of your pleasure before resting his forehead against your inner thigh, breathing heavily. He kisses your stomach softly and pulls away, his eyes heavy with satisfaction. 

I map every inch of your sweet skin with fierce kisses

You smile, feeling a warmth like never before spread through your body.

"Feel better, Honey," he says, lips glistening. As you release his long dark brown hair from your fingertips, you tug him just a little so that he can stand up and kiss you. You taste yourself on his lips with the mixture of his own unique taste.

His fingers fumble for the hem of your dress, and you lift your arms so he can pull it over your head. "I need another thing to help me," you repeat to him, looking into his blue ocean eyes as you jump onto him.

Wrapping your legs around his waist, Ari carries you out to perform yet another stress-relief exercise. "Let's do something big to forget the world," you moan in his ear. With a swift motion, he carries you up the stairs and away from reality. 

You are both off to a place where the worries of the world seem to be forgotten.

Oh, honey, how I lust for you

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[seeds-and-sins]

Light My Fire - Part Seven

Pairing: Ben "Soldier Boy" x F!Reader

Rating: M (Crude Language, Curse Words, Sexism, descriptions of explicit sexual content)

Description: Phoenix faces a ghost.

Tagged: @tonixe @chernayawidow, @deans-spinster-witchs-favorites, @ophennie @virgoelf-blog, @my-obsession-spn, @capricxnt

Part Six

Your father died in the war.

1945. The Battle of Okinawa.

You were fifteen years old.

You don't remember much about him, but he was a good man. He promised to come home. When the soldiers came marching in, he wasn't with them. Your mother wasn't the same after that, but she didn't show it on the surface. She cried in the bathroom and whimpered into her pillow, but she never let anyone see her like that. You had admired her when you were younger.

But now?

You couldn't even recall what her face looked like. When you thought about her, which wasn't often, all you could think about were words: strong, independent, fierce, and hard-working. Your mother was a no nonsense kind of gal and that was how she raised you. She was a secretary for some big shot in St. Louis, a working woman that earned her own and fended for her own. If not for her, you wouldn't be here. You can imagine yourself aging, having married and had children ages ago. Maybe you'd be in a nursing home right now. Maybe you'd be in a grave.

But no.

Your mother refused to marry you off like all the other mothers of your time. She didn't believe that a woman belonged in the kitchen and she refused to allow you to think otherwise. She instilled in you a fury that remained even to today.

You both lost touch with one another when you were entered into the program. You were twenty-two years old, your mother had made the arrangements herself. You don't remember why she did, but frankly, it was so long ago you can't bring yourself to care. You never went out to find her. You were certain that she was dead by now. And of the things she left you with, 'I love you' wasn't one of them.

Don't trust anyone, she said.

And don't you dare fall in love. You'll just get yourself hurt. No one cares about you and no one ever will. Remember that.

You should have listened to her, but over time her words just became less and less valuable. You didn't take them seriously anymore. Not like you used to. You doubt she told you them under the assumption that you would live to be almost a hundred years old and look not a day over twenty-two. She couldn't possibly understand what it was like to be in your boots.

It was lonely.

Surely, that would be the exception. If you trusted someone along the way, that was okay. If you fell in love...

But no.

None of this was okay.

And you don't think your mother would approve of you attending the seventieth anniversary of the biggest hero fuck fest in history.

You were scowling in disgust as you made your way through the halls of the mansion. Tommy, Tessa, and the Deep had disappeared, but you weren't so concerned about it. If Tommy and Tessa were still alive, that meant that Ben wasn't here yet. But Ben was on his way and you needed to prepare yourself for the worst. The moaning, the exotic smells that permeated in the air, the sounds of skin slapping against skin, it wasn't making your situation any better.

You couldn't believe that the twins were still doing this. It was obvious by the look on your face that you had never been a big fan of Ben's annual Herogasm. He started it with some other heroes a long ways back and from that point forward he made it a habit to host the orgy in his penthouse every once a year. You had been invited on numerous occasions before Payback had even been formed. Back then, heroes were few and far between. You didn't have hundreds of them like there was now. The invites were little pamphlets with splashes of vibrant colors stamped down by a printing press, some poorly drawn pornographic comic scribbled on the front. They were sent out by whoever was Soldier Boy's assistant at the time. Knowing how Soldier Boy was after he met you in person, if the invites had been sent by him personally, he probably would have come and fetched you himself.

That was much like what happened after he met you. Being a member of his team didn't deter him from you in the slightest. Ben would invite you to Herogasm himself every year after Payback had been created. And every year that Ben approached you about the event, you gave a very firm and strong 'no'. Ben was so determined that he would try everything he could think of to get you to change your mind. As if him barreling through your penthouse door in the early morning wasn't already bad enough. He sent you sex toys, gave you intimate details on who was going to be there, attempted to bribe you with food and drinks and drugs.

It wasn't like you were a prude.

In your younger days, you would do anything to have a good time. You were reasonable and rule-abiding, but it was a known fact that you liked to party. And you were wild and fun and carefree. The world was your playground and you were so excited to learn and try new things. Heck, you weren't even that young then. But within the era arose a lot of great changes and great changes meant new things. Everyone was living life to the fullest and everyone was rocking and rolling, swinging, mixing drugs and drinks, learning about themselves. It was a new age. Gone were the ways of the old.

So, you weren't going to lie to yourself, part of you really did want to go to Herogasm. You couldn't count how many times you had nearly walked yourself all the way to Soldier Boy's penthouse. Be damned the reality of giving him the satisfaction, you just wanted to have fun. The rational and reasonable side of yourself would stop you. You would have to do a regroup on the top of a tower somewhere, pace back and forth as you thought up reasons as to why you shouldn't go.

Orgies were great and all, but there was nothing that beat the physical and carnal intimacy of being with someone in private.

Ben had tried to persuade you that way too: It'll just be you and I, how 'bout that? But there still was the problem of him being in a relationship. Take away the public aspect of it and there still was the fact that he was with Crimson. No matter how many passes Crimson gave him, you wouldn't be just some other girl, you wouldn't allow that. And you couldn't do that to Countess.

The idea of facing him in the workplace after that, you'd never be able to do that. You weren't sure how your teammates managed. Payback had fucked with each other in every which way, even outside of Heorgasm. Herogasm was supposed to be the fuck for free card: once a year, fuck whoever you want, however you want, no consequences. What happens in Herogasm stays in Herogasm, kind of bullshit. You would never be able to do that.

Your best bet was to stay away. And you did.

It was almost ironic that you would confront Ben, after all these years, at an event like this. You weaved through the corridors of the mansion, peeking into rooms and steering clear of naked bodies. You found a surprisingly secluded part of the home and took up a space there. You were fiddling with the edge of your cape, pacing back and forth as you waited.

"Okay. Deep Breathes." You told yourself, muttering reassurances that fell empty in your gut. "Everything will be fine. Everything will work out."

What would you even say to Ben? It wasn't his fault that he had been trapped by the Soviets all these years. If anything, it was yours. You blamed yourself for not saving him when you should have. Why did you wait to confront the team? Why didn't you just go get Ben? None of this would be happening if you did. Maybe you'd finally be retired.

Or maybe you just liked this too much...

You don't know how much time had passed, too lost in your thoughts. A sickeningly sweet smell filtered in, a cloud of smoke floating in the air. You inhaled deeply through your nose, nostrils flaring.

"Halothane?" The smell brought a sense of nostalgia. Criminals tried to use it on you a few times back in the day, assuming it would knock you out cold. Either some super kinky shit was going on or something was about to go down.

You followed the cloud of smoke, turning a corner to find it unfurling from a container that rested at your feet. Some sort of smoke grenade, you deduced. You stepped forward, trotting down a set of steps before coming upon two familiar faces. The two men were in conflict with one another, Butcher easily holding back the larger man with one hand.

"Well, if it isn't Billy fuckin' Butcher." They both paused, eyes landing on you. Butcher faced you, a small smirk lifting his lips.

"Phoenix, the fiery cunt, funny seeing you 'ere."

Billy had tried to kill you a few years ago. His team and him had been tasked with obliterating your entire career and even trying to find a way to obliterate you. They failed, of course. There was no doubt that they would. And you didn't blame them for trying to kill you, you were a loose cannon. Still were. You returned his smirk as you came down those last few steps.

"I wouldn't be smiling if I were you. Don't think ya'know what's about to happen." You paused, cocked your head to the side, your irises glowed red. All too fast, a gust of air slashed at your sides as you moved with a startling quickness. Your hand encompassed Butcher's throat and you pinned him to the wall. The wall crackled around the force of your combined strength and his weight. His colleague threw a fist at a nearby display case, the glass shattered onto the carpet floor, he withdrew a wooden baseball bat. The wooden bat splintered as it hit your back, falling into a mess of pieces. Butcher fought back with a grin, making a good effort, something you didn't miss. That grin of his faded when he realized he wasn't strong enough to pry your fingers away from his exposed throat.

"What have you been up to, you piece of shit? You've gotten abnormally strong since I last saw you." You showed your teeth, your hand as hot as a furnace, holding Butcher in place as if he were a mouse. "You couldn't have taken V, I don't take you to be that kind of guy." Your gaze wandered up and down with a sick curiosity as he continued to struggle, clawing at your hand with an iron grip. "Nooo..." You ponder with a pop of your lips. "You took something else. Ya'know you can't trust that shit, right?"

"Let him go!" His colleague stood back now, withdrawing a pistol. He fired six shots at you, the bullets hit your side and dropped to the floor in little dented beads. You plainly looked between the bullets and him.

"Really?" You spat, "Don't you guys know anything by now? For fucks sake, it's always the same shit with you people."

BOOM!

The explosion surprised you and you relinquished your grip on Butcher. The wall at your back exploded into a mess of rubble, a burst of heavy wind pushing back at you. Billy and his friend collapsed to the ground from the blast, while you stayed perfectly still against it. Your eyes narrowed in its direction. As the structure of the mansion around you wheezed and crumbled from the attack, you heard screams and cries for help follow. You made no move to save anyone. Butcher groaned as he shoved a wall off of him with ease. He smirked up at you.

"You're fucked." He laughed.

The walls were black with soot, plots of fire spanned out across the once pristine white. Your eyes vigorously looked around, you searched for the source. An explosion? Much like the one in Manhatten. John had told you that Soldier Boy had caused that. Stumbling from the sheet of smoke in the air, a figure appeared, down the same set of steps that you had come from, down the same corridor. They grew closer, Butcher stood to his full height, brushing off the layer of dust that had settled on him.

The figure halted when they came into view. His bright blue eyes squinted in your direction before a heated glare contorted his handsome features. Your heart stuttered in your chest, fists clenching at your sides. What were you going to say?

God-He looked just like the last time you saw him. Shiny and bright, a little rough around the edges, but just as strong. As if nothing had happened all those years ago, as if he was just coming back from a simple vacation, he was the spitting image of the man you remembered: the same suit, shield poised at his side, hair grown slightly thicker, no mask.

"Ben." He was going to kill you, wasn't he? You could see it in his eyes. His eyes lacked the fondness that haunted your dreams. When you wished you could be back at the beginning, before all this. Before Vought betrayed him, before Vought betrayed you. "Don't do this." You breathed, your eyes softened, the red in them was replaced by your natural eye color. You extended a hand. "Please."

"You haven't seen me for years and the first thing you do is beg." His voice. Even when he sounded threatening, you missed the deep, transatlantic accent that used to make you feel warm inside. You wished you had never rejected it. Fuck Countess. Fuck morals. You should have kissed him. You should have fucked him. You should have loved him. Seeing him here, none of that mattered anymore. Ben was alive. You were right. He was here. You wanted to run and hug him with all the strength you could muster. You wanted him to hug you back.

I'm better now. You would tell him.

You weren't sick anymore. Last time you saw him, he made you swear that you would be better by the time he got back.

Or maybe you were still sick.

Damaged. Deranged.

People could be sick in different ways.

Why would he want you?

Stop being dillusional.

You weren't the same person you were when you made that promise. When Ben promised to come back to you, he was Ben. Just Ben.

Your rational side returned: Ben wanted you dead now. He wasn't Ben anymore. He was the enemy.

More importantly, he wanted John dead. Who cares if Ben succeeded in killing you? You didn't care if you died. You welcomed it. But John? Fuck anyone who would dare hurt that man. You would fucking burn the world for John. He was like a son. He was your son. No one would fucking hurt him.

"I'm disappointed." Ben added, Butcher slowly walked to stand at his side. Butcher must have felt like he owned the world now. Butcher must have felt indestructible. With whatever substance was running through his veins, with Soldier Boy at his side, all of his dreams would come true: you would be killed and Homelander would be next. You wouldn't allow it.

"I don't know what else to say."

"I waited for you." Ben growled through clenched teeth. "Of all the people, I thought you would come for me."

"I tried." You replied quickly, almost pleading.

"You didn't try hard enough." His voice cracked with emotion as he spoke those last words, before his eyes flitted to something behind you. Someone. You looked over your shoulder: It was John, descending a staircase.

"William Butcher and Soldier Boy." He announced, halting beside you, shoulder to shoulder. "You were behind this. This whole thing. It really is all about me." Soldier Boy glanced back at Butcher, you saw a distant doubt at the edge of his gaze. "William, we made a deal. To fight to the death, you and me." Butcher's expression hardened, he was glaring at Homelander with a deep and sacred hatred in his bones. Heat rose in your fingertips, you were preparing yourself for a brutal battle. Homelander shot a beam of red in Butcher's direction and Butcher was thrown, hitting the wall behind him with a booming thud. Soldier Boy faced Homelander, a coolness washed over him and he stood at the ready. "You were my hero growing up." Homelander took a step toward Ben, "I watched all of your movies hundreds of times." Your breath caught as your gaze flicked between them, an intensity clung to the air. The corridor felt more tight and narrow than before. Fumes of smoke flowing from cracks in the walls, lingering after the explosion. "You were the only one that was nearly as strong as me." Those words came out soft, muttered off the tip of John's tongue. Homelander was wide eyed, someone seeing their childhood idol for the first time and maybe John was a bit disappointed.

"Buddy," Soldier Boy replied. "You think you're strong? You're wearing a cape." You grabbed Homelander's bicep. You could feel the tension vibrating in the muscle. You had a duty to stop this, right? You didn't want this. "You're just a cheap fuckin' knockoff."

"Shut up, Ben." You shot out through clenched teeth.

"And you?" Ben turned on you. "The Phoenix. Fire in the sky. You're the biggest fake of them all. The biggest fuckin' whore." Homelander's bicep slipped from your grasp and he flew at Soldier Boy with a roar. Soldier Boy collided with the wall, but he recouped fast and swung a fist across Homelander's cheek. You flew in to intervene, trying to rip the two apart. Soldier Boy shoved you and you stumbled back, Homelander's laser vision beamed at him. You were about to tear them apart again when a hand grabbed at your shoulder and ripped you backward.

It was Butcher. You blinked at him in shock, his fist collided with your cheek. It did nothing more than snap your head to the side, but you were still surprised. His eyes turned yellow and a beam was shot in Homelander's direction, shoving him back. John was momentarily stunned as his blue eyes lifted to Butcher.

"What did you do?" He snarled.

"Scorched Earth." Butcher replied, you returned by grabbing Butcher by his jacket and you yanked him away. Homelander directed his rage toward him, fists were flying, both of them dodging before making a hit. You turned your attention to Soldier Boy, he was rolling on the floor. You stomped to him, grabbed him by the collar of his chest plate and hauled him to his feet. He punched you. The hit drew blood, the boiling hot liquid ran from your nostril. Before you could collect yourself, Soldier Boy's hand was at your throat and he was choking you.

"I would have given you the fuckin' world." He hissed.

"They-" You choked out, "Got me-" Both of your hands wrapped around his wrist and you fought with all your strength. "Too." His grip loosened just a touch and his eyebrows furrowed at you in confusion. An arm looped around his neck and Homelander was drawing him into a chokehold. Butcher tackled Homelander from behind.

You held your throat, gasping for breath. You stumbled toward the three, reaching out for Butcher when you were shoved from behind. The shove wasn't enough to send you off balance, but you spun on your heel.

It was a naked man.

Starlight's boyfriend? He stared wide eyed at you, you stared wide eyed at him.

Upon recognition of his place in all this, you wasted no time, fire balled in your fist and you threw a wave of heat at him. He squealed, patting himself down, left intact by your attack. Your attentions went back to the trio. You punched Soldier Boy in the gut. Butcher climbed off Homelander to grapple you by the shoulder and throw you.

Soon. In a mess of limbs and fire, it was Homelander and you versus Starlight's boyfriend, Butcher, and Soldier Boy. Soldier Boy and Butcher were far more trained in specific combos of attack, while Homelander just aimlessly tossed his brute strength in where he could hit them. All of them had one goal. It was like you didn't even exist. Any move against you was one to keep you away. The three of them held Homelander down to the ground, Ben's chest began to glow yellow.

What was that?! What was he doing?! You had never seen that before.

"No! Stop!" You screamed, steam rose from the corners of your eyes. You grabbed Ben by the shoulders and pulled with all your might. "PLEASE!"

WHOOSH!

Your efforts were just enough to give Homelander an opening and he escaped their hold, flying into the sky and through the roof. You fell back, hitting the wall.

It was still.

Quiet.

You licked your lips, eyes focused ahead on Soldier Boy's hunched form. Butcher flipped on his side and Starlight's boyfriend stood with a limp and a grunt. Soldier Boy stood, one leg at a time, he slowly faced you. His chest rose and fell with every ragged breath. You held against the wall as he closed in on you.

"I'm going to kill him..." He began, pulling loose tufts of his hair back with his fingers. "And I'm going to make you watch." You tilted your head away. "And then I'm going to kill you." Your vision just so happened to land on Butcher. He was grinning now, blood staining his teeth.

"This is not fair, Ben." You said weakly.

"Aww, are you gonna' cry?" He taunted, lacking any jest, all cold and callous. "Gosh, I don't remember you being such a pussy."

"I don't remember you being so cold."

"Well, that's what happens when the only person you ever fuckin' cared about leaves you to the wolves for four decades!" He shouted, spital ran off his sharp teeth.

"Fuck you, Ben. You don't even know anything. You don't know." You whimpered back, defeated. You couldn't even believe that was you talking. You lifted into the air and flew through the hole in the ceiling.

Ben's eyed followed you, head tilting back. His fists clenched at his sides.

"What did she mean?" He asked out loud, "They Got Me too. What does that mean?"

"Who fuckin' knows, mate. You can't trust a word she says." Butcher replied, eyes narrowing on Soldier Boy in question. Soldier Boy needed to think Phoenix was the enemy. Otherwise, they would never kill Homelander. "She's just tryin' to get into your head."

"That flying fuck and her, are they..."

"What do you think?" And that was the only seed Butcher needed to plant because Soldier Boy's answering grimace was enough. He was hurt and he was fuming and that was how Butcher needed him to stay. He needed Soldier Boy on his side.

"Guys, we gotta' go. Like, now." Hughie stated anxiously, Butcher nodded in agreement.

"Come on." Soldier Boy stood below the hole in the ceiling, his fists clenched at his sides, he gritted his teeth.

You were right there. Right in front of him. As beautiful as the first day he had met you...

And he should have killed you.

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#reader #the boys #homelander #the seven #black noir #vought international #crimson countess #soldier boy x reader #oc hero name #billy butcher #hughie campbell #starlight #mothers milk #tnt twins #payback

[mermaidfanficlibrary]

can you write a fluff story where yoimiya and reunites with her male s/o when the vision hunt decree ended after he ran to watatsumi island to escape it

Guiding Fireworks lead My Heart To You | Yoimiya x Male Reader

Characters: Yoimiya

Summary: Finially you can see your love again

Warnings: Mention of War, Mention of Death

This was it, it was finally the end of the vision hunt decree in Inazuma. Vision bearers can finally live freely and in peace without having to hide what they possessed. There was no more living in the tyranny of the Raiden Shogun, and the borders on Inazuma were finally open to others. Yoimiya was especially excited for this. 

Her lover from across the sea could finally see her again. He had run away, not wanting to live under this tyranny and war ridden place. Yoimiya was waiting at the port in Ritou. She ignored everyone around her trying to ask her questions, she was only here for one thing. Yoimiya sat there until the sun sat at the middle point, signifying it was noon. 

Yoimiya yawned, raising her hand above her head. She still waited there at the port, hoping that her lover wasn’t late. All these thoughts consumed her in an endless worry cycle. But it was quickly stopped when she saw a boat coming in from the horizon. She bolted up and ran to the edge of the dock. 

The h/c hair and e/c eyes that she say from the distance was who she knew it to be. She waved as the boy on the boat waved back at her with a teary smile, glistening in the bright sun overhead. The boat that was approaching had docked, where Yoimiya was waiting. She had helped her lover out of the boat and quickly took his things out of the boat, carrying them to her house. 

Y/n had followed her, running, yelling out things as “wait up” and “slow down” to the girl. She didn’t listen, however, her excitement taking over her entire being. Once the two got to the Naganohara residence, Yoimiya’s father came out to greet the two. Ryuunosuke talked to the two, however it was really hard because of his hearing. It was quite fun, though, the three of them laughed and reminisced about the time before things in Inazuma escalated. 

That night, both Yoimiya and Ryuunosuke had planned a welcome back party for Y/n with their best fireworks to commemorate the love that burned in Y/n and Yoimiya. It was quite the extravaganza. Everyone around the city came to join in the festivities, as Y/n had a big impact on everyone around him. He had helped everyone, played with the kids when no one else would, and did odd jobs for those who needed extra working hands. 

That was one of the many reasons Yoimiya had loved Y/n so much. The day he had sailed away with the help of some escapees of Inazuma, Yoimiya felt lost. She felt like her whole world crumpled and collapsed. The reason she kept going on with helping those around her was to keep her boyfriend’s spirit alive. 

She didn’t want this world to forget him, on the chance that he couldn’t come back home to her. But here he was, in front of her and talking to the citizens that he had helped. Tears brimmed her eyes as she threw herself at him. Y/n gasped slightly, surprised at the sudden contact, but reciprocated the hug. 

Later that night, near the ending of the party, the most beautiful fireworks covered the sky in vibrant colors. Y/n and Yoimya had held each other's hand, hoping the other wouldn’t leave. The two were holding back tears, this moment feeling so surreal. Neither had expected to see each other again. 

Once the last firework and exploded in the sky, Y/n faced Yoimiya. He held her cheek softly, stroking his thumb on it. Yoimiya sunk into Y/n’s touch, a light blush making its way onto her face. Y/n lowered his head to meet Yoimiya’s lips as he kissed her.

It was a tender kiss, full of love and passion. One that Yoimiya would never forget for the life of her. She wasn’t going to let this moment die. After that moment, the two shared a deep hug, so tight, no one could even escape if they tried. 

“I love you so much, my firecracker.”

“I love you too.”

Do not repost or translate without my explicit permission! Reblogs are welcome!

#x reader #x gn reader #x male reader #yoimiya #yoimiya x male reader #x male y/n #yoimiya x male y/n #genshin impact x male y/n #genshin impact x male reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact yoimiya

[cherryrainn]

hello, can i please have a onceler x fem! reader where the reader lost her baby? going through a really bad time rn and oncie is my comfort character, so i wanted to ask. i also really like your writing style.

thank you for the ask! hope you're okay and that all is well

☽ ༚  ༵ ۰ ✧ ۰  ༵ ༚ ༵ ۰ ✧ ۰ 

— a shoulder to lean on

onceler x reader that lost her baby

you sat on a cozy couch, surrounded by soft blankets, feeling the weight of sadness heavy on your heart. the room was dimly lit, with a warm glow emanating from the flickering candles. your eyes were tired from shedding countless tears, and your emotions were raw.

just as you thought you couldn't bear the pain any longer, there was a soft knock on the door. you hesitated for a moment before opening it, revealing onceler standing there, his familiar hat perched on his head. his eyes held concern and empathy as he took in your weary appearance.

"mind if i come in?" he asked softly, his voice filled with gentleness.

you nodded, your voice too choked up to speak. onceler stepped inside and closed the door behind him. he approached you slowly, as if afraid to break the fragile silence that enveloped the room.

wordlessly, he settled down beside you on the couch, leaving just enough space for you to lean against him if you wished. without hesitation, you leaned into his comforting presence, resting your head against his shoulder. his arm gently wrapped around you, providing a sense of security and warmth.

"i'm here for you," he murmured, his voice soothing. "you don't have to face this pain alone."

as you snuggled closer, the dam of emotions burst, and you began to pour your heart out to him. you spoke of the joyous anticipation you had felt, the dreams and hopes you had built around your unborn baby. you shared the pain of the loss, the emptiness that now filled your days, and the endless questions that haunted your mind.

onceler listened attentively, his grip on you tightening ever so slightly. he didn't offer empty words or false assurances. instead, he let you release your grief, letting you know that it was okay to feel whatever you were feeling.

"i can't imagine going through that, y/n," he said softly. "but know that i'm here for you, ready to support you in any way i can. your pain matters, and your feelings are valid."

his words and the sincerity behind them touched your wounded soul. the weight of loneliness and isolation began to lift, replaced by a glimmer of hope that you were not alone in your sorrow.

days turned into weeks, and onceler remained a constant source of comfort by your side. he never pushed you to talk when you weren't ready, understanding that healing takes time. instead, he showed his support through his presence, his quiet understanding, and small acts of kindness.

he would bring you warm cups of tea or coffee when you couldn't muster the energy to make it yourself. he would hold you when the nights were darkest, and the pain threatened to consume you. he would read stories aloud, letting the soothing rhythm of his voice lull you into moments of respite.

together, you would take walks in nature, finding solace in the beauty of the world around you. onceler would gently point out the blooming flowers and vibrant colors, reminding you that even in the darkest times, there is still beauty to be found.

though the pain would never truly disappear, you began to see glimpses of light breaking through the darkness. and with onceler's unwavering support, you were reminded that even in the depths of despair, love and healing could eventually find their way back into your life.

#onceler #y/n #reader insert #x reader #the lorax #onceler x reader #ask #fluff

[the-ninja-legacy-whip]

can you rank the ninja suits pretty please

All right but I'm warning ya that *I* don't even remember all the names for them—

Destiny Robes/Airjitzu Suits (S6)- The All-Time love of my life. The perfectly distributed Black + Color combo. The winged symbols on the back. The sparkle accents. The front and center-ness of the animal symbols. Brilliant, darling, brilliant.

Core Outfits (Early!DR)- I looove these ones a LOT, especially in minifig form!! They're so colorful and vibrant, and they all follow the same uniform pattern while also highlighting everyone's individualities! Good stuff, good stuff, wish they were in the show just a bit more ;w;

Elemental Robes (S2)- Iconic AF, very clean design that has stood the test of time!

Deepstone Armor (S5)- I like these for the same reasons as Destiny + Elemental –> love me a good black + color combo, and the overall aesthetic is very clean and distinct!

Fugitive Suits (Crystalized)- These are sick! If we had these the whole time instead of the s11 suits I would've lost my mind these are cool aaaah–

Digi Suits (S12)- LOVE THESE!!! Perfectly fitting for the season, uniform yet unique to everyone, and used some very fun colors!!!

Hero Armor (S13)- All right, these were awesome for the short amount of time we got them. ...mainly for Cole's, but like, everyone was working what they had!

Movie Suits (The Movie)- These are a little more collectively disjointed than I usually like, but everyone's personality (theoretically) shines so well with these that I can't dock it snksnk

Island Robes (The Island)- I actually like these a lot! Makes me wish that the Jungle Suits were closer to what these were.

ZX Suits (S1/S2)- Iconic! So many fond memories <3

Tournament Robes (s4)- One of my favorites actually, though I do kind of wish they made them more individualized while sticking to a united theming. And then gave them to everyone in the tournament and not just the ninja :b

Stone Armor??? (S3)- These are pretty dope but I do not remember them outside of the last ep of S3 SO

Hunted Robes (S9)- Everyone being busted up in already cool outfits? Sign me up!

Resistance Robes (S8)- I like the spins they put on the movie gi, but in turn they all feel a little disjoined from one another. Individually they're great! As a collective, mweh.

Legacy Robes (S10)- I actually like these a lot, but they're not terribly memorable either

Merge Suits??? (DR)- Overall I like these (and the implied giant scarf thing around the necks) but they're kind of lacking a bit of pop. Plus the hoods are so smooth and it looks a lil strange snksnk

"Golden Armor" (Crystalized)- ...not everyone was meant to wear gold. Lloyd's fit is absolutely sick and is probably in the top three were it by itself, but it's very hit or miss when it comes to the others.

DX Suits (Pilots/S1)- Looove the little elemental dragons, but they a touch simplistic and not around long enough to make a lasting impression

Armor Robes??? (S11/Wildbrain Defaults)- I don't hate these but they don't stand out enough for me to really enjoy seeing them so very often either ahaha

Techno Robes (S3)- I love the individuality in these, but they're a bit busy and lack cohesion to me :d

Jungle Suits (S4)- I know these are fan favorite but they just never did it for me. I do have newfound appreciation for them, buuuut I like soooo many other suits more ahaha

Training Gi (Pilots/S1)- Classic! But very basic. Not their fault!

Fusion Armor??? (S7)- These have grown on me but I. Am Not. Fond of These. Lloyd and Nya's good, and Kai's if you squint, but the rest. I Cannot. Get Behind. AT ALL. (Jay looks like he's swimming in armor and Zane's is not easy on the eyes whatsoever snksnksn)

#*shrugs*

[roanns-posts]

24 reasons why I love Hwang Hyunjin

.·:*¨¨* ≈☆≈ *¨¨*:·..·:*¨¨* ≈☆≈ *¨¨*:·.

1. His lips. It's like two soft pillows that you can sink your head in after a long day. Aphrodite painted his dainty, delicate lips on a beautiful canvas in an incomparable cottage encircled by petite rabbits and multiple distinguished, yet lush trees, along with little orchids growing around the meadow.

2. His beautiful hair. It's like silk. His hair makes you want to run your hand through it like a waterfall.

3. His winsome eyes. It's like looking at an angel with your own bare eyes: you can't tear your eyes away from it. It's too beautiful to not stare at. It's like looking at two shallow oceans covered by the moonlight like a blanket in the murky night that you can get lost in, not even drowning. You'll just sink it, yet not feel a need to be saved. Not feeling like you need to escape. You'll just feel like you're home.

4. The mole under his eye. I want to kiss it. It is a perfect imperfection. The smallest thing means the biggest thing to me. The precious beauty mark is another feature of his that I adore.

5. His hands. The way he holds paintbrushes or basically anything. Any breathing or inanimate object is blessed to feel Hyunjin's touch. Anything he touches is not the same as it was before his fingers made contact with it. It's like cupcakes being put in an oven. The cupcakes transformed into a more ravishing object after feeling the warm touch of the kitchen appliance's heat.

6. His passion for art. It's pleasing to see a breathing priceless piece of art worshipping art. The way he focuses on his masterpiece in the process is everything.

7. His accent. The way he sounds when he speaks Korean/English or etc.

8. His adoration for his friends. I can tell that his presence makes their days better, more vibrant, and full of joy.

9. The way he dances effortlessly. His body moves like water when you drag your fingers through it. He moves like autumn leaves in the wind.

10. His smile. It can make me forget about my worries, fears, insecurities, etc. It literally makes my eyes feel like I'm basking in the crisp air on a pure, fluffy, marshmallow-colored cloud, not fretting about anything. Just looking down at the crystal clear waters glistening from the reflection of the beauteous, whimsical rays of the vibrant star we call the 'sun'.

11. His voice is my favorite song. My ears need to hear his voice like how a fish needs water. Like how a plant needs sun. His voice is like water and my heart is the fish. His voice is the sun and I'm the plant, desperate for more. It's so angelic. His voice is like an audible heroine to my ears. I'm addicted.

12. How photogenic/videogenic he is. It's like he's himself and I'm the camera lenses, focusing on him. He's a walking art museum. He's very poised. He's a breathing Hozier song. Hyunjin's like 'Can't Remember to Forget You' by Shakira. You see him once, and he's pretty much living in your brain for eternity. You try to forget him because the embodiment of him is just making you forget the simplest things. Hyunjin's like that one boy on vacation with whom you made eye contact with whom you know you'll never see again, so you try to take as many glances at him as you can, trying to remember his face for later so when you go home, you can imagine his face over and over again.

13. Hyunjin's humor. Humor is a big factor for me when it comes to liking somebody, considering how I'm a really humorous person myself. I literally hear wedding bells when Hyunjin makes a joke. Like, not only is he an idol, but he's also a damn human, And he knows that. He feels free to be himself, which I find attractive.

14. His body. It's so subtle yet strong. He's tall and teeming with resplendence. I will cater to him with every fiber in me. I will spoil him with his needs, wants, everything. I want to take away his fears and worries. I want to kiss away his tears. I want to hold him until he drifts to a soft and pleasant snooze. I want to comfort him with my words. I want to bake and cook for him. I want to hold his hand, kissing his knuckles as he talks about anything he wants to. I want to talk with him, laugh with him, cry with him, walk with him, run with him, swim with him, draw with him, paint with him, dance with him, eat with him, skip with him, roll down a hill with him, go grocery shopping with him, skate with him, watch tv with him, listen to music with him, and etc. I want him to use my chest as a pillow while I caress his hair, us both drifting off to sleep to the sounds of the rain hitting the concrete outside. I want to kiss his neck while he's trying to sleep.

15. His style. I worship his style. I can tell that he puts his personality and whatever he's feeling into his attire. He would wear a loose-fitting t-shirt with some sweatpants one day and some expressive, pricey outfit the following day.

16. His face. I think I said every little detail about his face, but I don't care. His side profile is everything to me, nose and everything. I want to pinch his cheeks as he smiles, looking up at me (clearly he has to be sitting down on something while I'm standing up because I'm 4'11). I want to kiss his cheek while felicitating him. Hyunjin will never feel like he's not enough. I want to speak words of affirmation to him every day. I want to wake up by his side, giving him a gentle kiss on the shoulder carried by a soft 'Good Morning". I am enraptured in him. Hwang Hyunjin is unblemished.

17. His persistence on his work. I can tell how much he rehearses the dances. No wonder why Hyunjin kills his stage performance at concerts and shows.

18. His ingenuity. For perfect example, he dances flawlessly, but his ability to freestyle is unimaginable. Nobody knows the true talent it takes to come up and move your body that freely while the music is going, with no practice. His body follows the music on its own like a baby duck following it's mom.

19. The way he laughs. His laugh makes me laugh but it also makes me cry sad tears and happy tears. It makes me cry sad tears because I know I'll never hear that angelic laugh with my ears in person. But it makes me cry happily because I love to see him happy, smiling and laughing. It brightens my day.

20. The way his face scrunches up when he eats. It's like Hyunjin's eyes disappear. But, I find it so adorable like a chubby kitten that I just want to hold.

21. Based off that one video, I find it sweet how he writes poetry before going to bed. It makes me feel warm inside.

22. His talents. He is very adroit. He can sing, dance, rap, paint, easily make anybody smile by just the tiniest glance. I'm pretty sure there are more countless things that he can do.

23. His aura. You can't put him under one category. He is well-grounded, free-willed, considerate, freethinker, etc.

24. Just him. Everything about him is just unexplainable. He's like a rainbow. A person like him rarely comes around. That's why you have to search very thoroughly to find somebody like him. Which, you will fail. He is impeccable. He is unique. And a million more words.

My love for Hwang Hyunjin is inestimable. He is enough. I love him.

P.S. Feliz Cumpleaños, Hyunjin!

(sorry for posting this 2 days after, you get the gist of it<3)

Love,

Roann

#stray kids #kpop #hwang hyunjin #hyunjin #jinnie #hyunnie #i love stray kids #happy birthday hyunjin

[liminalmemories21]

So many more than seven sentences Sunday

tagged by @carlos-in-glasses and @freneticfloetry.  Thank you for giving me an excuse.

Massey lifts the dark velvet hanging over a painting on an easel and TK's breath catches.

It's a full length portrait of a woman, staring out defiantly at the viewer.  He can identify it as Dutch Renaissance, although he's sure TK could give it a more precise date.  There's something about seeing art up close that never stops being visceral in a way he can't explain.  It's like the paint is richer, the colors more vibrant without the filter of glass or the cordon at a museum. 

TK sounds like he's barely breathing.  "Is that?"  Massey nods, and TK glances at him. "Can I?"  Massey nods again and stands back a little to let TK get close.  And then like he can't help himself he steps up beside TK's elbow, pointing out small details in the painting.  For half a minute Carlos wonders if he's playing TK, and then dismisses it.  Massey genuinely loves this painting, and if he'd sat around for half a year trying to find a way to forge a connection with TK he couldn't have thought of anything more effective than this. 

TK reaches back for Carlos's hand to pull him closer.  He has to clasp his hands behind his back to stop himself from touching.  He has the sense that if he reached out he'd be able to feel the nap of the wool, the cool whisper of the silk, the crisp starch of the lace.  He looks closer and gets lost in the way he can see the dust motes floating in the beam of sunlight coming in through the window in the painting.

"Do you like it?" Massey asks, and he sounds genuinely interested.

Carlos nods.  "It's astonishing."

"Where did you get it?" TK breathes, tilting his head to look at the cat peeking out from under the woman's skirts.

"TEFAF in Maastricht.  It was painted as a wedding portrait."

Carlos tilts his head, appraising the woman's expression.  "She doesn't look like she was thrilled about the marriage."

"See Dad, I told you."  Massey barks an unexpected laugh, and turns to look at the teenage girl standing in the doorway.

"My daughter, as you can see, agrees with your analysis."  He pulls her into the room.  "Claire, this is Detective Reyes, and Mr Strand.  My eldest daughter, Claire."

She steps up next to her father, looking at the painting.  "She looks like Aunt Annabeth."

Massey coughs in an attempt to smother a laugh.  "Don't let her catch you saying that."

She shrugs, unconcerned, and turns to her father.  "Mom says you have to stop mooning over your picture and come help her be polite to all the boring people you invited."

Carlos swallows a laugh at the long suffering look on Massey's face, but he just rolls his eyes theatrically at his daughter and waves her off.  "Yes, yes, we'll be right there."  He's never seen Massey this relaxed, this relatable, and he wonders if it's his daughter, or the painting that softens him, and then chastises himself for being uncharitable.

tagging anyone who wants to play.  snippets are my favorite thing.

#knave-verse #wip #tarlos #au #911 lonestar

[immagoudaboi]

What are your thoughts on Kung Fu Panda?

PS MWAH

MWAH MWAH smooches and more smooches!!!

I was putting off answering this because I wanted to fully communicate to you how much I LOVE KUNG FU PANDA!!!!

I have absolutely no training in any form of martial arts except for that one camp I went to for a week, where my instructor told me if we knocked down a cylindrical punching structure he’d pay for a trip to Disney world, and I almost! ALMOST knocked it down!!! So for a few years I thought I’d squandered a trip to Disney world but came to the sorrowing conclusion that he would’ve never bought me a ticket to Disney world even if I had indeed knocked it over— ANYWAY TANGENT ASIDE, I can’t answer to the accuracy of any techniques these plushy anthropomorphic animals use hehe

Kung fu panda (and How to train your dragon) are some of my FAVORITE tween classics. If I have kids, they will watch these trilogies, and they WILL love them as much as I do >:)

This may be a hot take, but my fav of the 3 movies is the 2nd one….

SPOILERS FOR ALL 3 KUNG FU PANDA MOVIES! (Haven’t watched any of the shows so I can’t comment on them)

1st movie: absolute cinematic master piece. Loved the animation, loved the story, adored the music/score, loved everything about it. I’ve watched dozens of analysis videos on this trilogy, and I can say with the greatest of confidence that it was phenomenal. It asked a great question (one I did not pick up for about a decade lol) . Who am I? (As Po)

As a child I never put 2 and 2 together to figure out that Ping the goose, adopted Po LOL I just thought yup this goose materialized this panda yup that’s natural.

Tai Lung is one of my favorite villains of all time and his connection with Shifu is so crucial and heartbreaking. Loved how Po learned about discipline yet never lost what made him special and unique. The designs are great and Ping is the best father up there with STOICK THE VAST 💪

2nd movie: great example of growing with the audience— it takes a much darker tone to the first one. Hans Zimmer is a literal music genius and his scores are just MNGH. This movie forces Po to confront his tragic past, and asks him who he was. Personally very touching, as the lesson was that your past is a part of you but does not solely define you. Watching Po come to terms with the death of his people was harrowing, yet satisfying as he finds his inner piece. The entire color palette changes to red, black, white, and gold and it’s absolutely gorgeous.

Love Po and Tigris’ relationship and seeing how the furious 5 come to accept him and trust him as their new leader and friend. Also Ping is the best.

3rd movie: haven’t watched it in a while, and definitely the weakest of the 3, but wow it’s still amazing. I don’t have many thoughts since I’ve watched this only 2 or 3 times, but I love all the pandas 🐼 loved dim and sum and all the food names pandas. A very slight nitpick was how Po’s bio father was depicted in the flashback of the 2nd movie vs how he is in the 3rd movie, but all can be forgiven. The animation is stellar in this movie tho and the color palette is such a vibrant green and fresh feel! Ugh loved these all. I was absolutely mortified when the ox did villain (I forgot his name) destroyed Oogway’s statue. Oh, man, I was HOT with FURY!

General thoughts:

I think I like the 2nd movie better is because of the personal connection Shen has with Po.

Tai lung was connected to Shifu and the ox dude was connected to Oogway, but Shen was the direct reason why Po’s mother was killed and why his village was destroyed. Also. GARY OLDMAN. EXCUSE ME! The animation of the Shen as the peacock is just. I cannot take my eyes off the screen. The voice acting is everything.

I’m definitely forgetting things but this is all I can remember right now. UGH I LOVE THESE MOVIES!

#GIB ME YOUR THOTS #I LOVE TALKING ABOUT MY BOI PO THE PADA #UH also there’s probably a lot of incorrect spelling in this hehehe but anyway #cashew talks nuts #asks #mello-jello #jello my bRO

[demoiselettes]

Heeeello! I hope you had a great day! How are you?

Can I ask for a mash up?

Physically: 5 ft, curvy, pale, orange hair (it’s dyed ;;), hair almost to cover the entire chest area, I use lots of coral, orange, red in the eye makeup, but my clothes are mostly black, warm coloured patterns and pastel colours, afab (she/they it’s ok to use as pronouns!)

Mentally: resilient, warm around kids, I don’t have a specific way to demonstrate love, cause I like to do a little bit of all! Introverted but when I’m comfortable I talk A LOT and maybe I can be a little bit too touchy (like touching the other people hair, face, stuff like that) but not in holding hands/hug kinda way; i like to take care of others but I also love my personal space, won’t let anything turn me down again!!!

Likes & dislikes: love studying, cute things, drinking chocolate milk :B, matcha, ghosts histories! Hate bugs, onions, dishonesty, and when people take advantage of others!

Thanks so much for even reading this!

Have a wonderful week, drink water, have a nice sleep, pet a cat/dog/cute animal, and stay safe!

Eventide

I match you with Lady Tamayo! Ft. Yushiro

•Rip Yushiro

•Lady Tamayo probably took a liking to you from your resilience

•Like her, you are not quick to back down and you keep persevering

•This encourages her to put her goal of killing Muzan to fruition

•She probably likes to assign you to entertain the children she heals to put their minds at ease

•Lady Tamayo is really motherly towards both Yushiro and you and though she has no preference, Yushiro takes it as a personal competition to make her like him more

•That doesn’t mean he doesn’t care about you in any way

•See, Yushiro is such a big tsundere Sanemi and Obanai could never

•But at times when you’re feeling the blues, he brings you tea and sits with you in what he hopes is comfortable silence

•They both don’t mind you being introverted since they’d rather keep to themselves rather than being out in the open

•But they also feel proud of themselves for being people you can open up to and are more comfortable to talk to

•Lady Tamayo doesn’t mind your little acts of affection, she’s actually quite affectionate! But she doesn’t show it a lot

•Yushiro, on the other hand, will straight up pass out if you run your fingers through his hair

•Tamayo likes to have you as assistant when she’s researching medicines, and she will teach you everything she knows. She wants you to be able to keep treating people in case anything happens to her cries in manga reader

•Your love for taking care of others automatically makes you a favorite of her patients and she often assigns you to comfort them, if not to heal them

•Basically, your orange hair is like a vibrant flag

•If ever you accidentally get lost among the crowds of the cities they sometimes enter, they know to look for someone with bright orange hair, it’s very useful

•Lady Tamayo often helps you with your make-up and gives you tips on how to coordinate the colors. She really loves your style

•Never let Yushiro do your make-up(not that he would). He’s better at holding a paintbrush

•Whenever Lady Tamayo finds a kimono, yukata or haori that is in one of the colors that you love, she buys it for you much to Yushiro’s dismay

•You definitely have a collection of cute hair sticks from Tamayo

•And during the times the three of you take a break from your hectic lifestyle, they makes sure to brew you matcha tea

•Your love for studying also comes in handy as, like i’ve mentioned, Lady Tamayo likes to coach you in the art of medicine so if you’re willing to learn it makes the job easier

•At times, Tamayo has a hard time saying no to people and this might cause some idiots to take advantage of her kindness

•So you and Yushiro being there to defend her is appreciated with much love

•Yushiro tries to scare you by telling you scary stories, unfortunately for him you’re into that..

#demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba #nan’s eventide. #Lady Tamayo matchup #Yushiro matchup

[lifeflowingon]

| CHRYSANTHEMUM 5 |

SUMMARY: The Chrysanthemum symbolizes fidelity, optimism, joy and a long life.This flower also symbolizes death and they can be used to represent someone that has passed on to the other side of life.

PAIRING: Jimin x female reader

WARNING: Murder, death, blood, pain, light smut.

A/N: Chrysanthemum. The one where Jimin isn't pretty as a flower.

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She was in heaven.

After walking past the flower shop over and over on her way to work, she finally got the time to go inside and get lost in between the beautiful flowers. The different smells surrounded her immediately and the lively colors seemed to twirl around her frame.

Stopping in front of some red tulips, she admired the color in awe. It wasn't a vibrant type of red, it was more like a dark and deep tone that swirl around the petals.

"How beautiful are these ones" she murmured, while smelling some of them. 

"You like them? I came up with the color myself" said the only employee of the store. He had greeted her warmly when she arrived.

"Really? Like, while growing them up?

“Yes” stepping closer to her, his smile never faltered and his hands kept busy trimming and arranging different flowers.

"How you do get them to curl like that?" she asked curiously. It was so different, she was intrigued. Flowers were always a favorite of her, but this was the first time seeing that specific color and patron.

“I can't reveal my secrets completely, otherwise I'll be out of business" he answered cheekily "But it's most likely due to the consistency. I take little sprouts and grow them with my signature colour and voilá! This gets created.” He smiled candidly, his eyes almost disappearing.

For the second time that evening, she felt suspended in time in that shop. But on this ocassion, it was because of him. She got lost in his expression, eyes kind, rosy cheeks and full lips; calling her, tempting her. Strangely, she also felt at ease in his presence. It was so peaceful and the flowers were so pretty, she felt the urge to learn his secrets.

"I know you just said you won't reveal your secrets, but do you think you can teach me?" she murmured timidly "It's okay if you don't want to, but I really would love to learn".

He took his time thinking, she could see he was weighing the pros and cons of the proposition. Softly touching the flowers, he kept looking at her pensatively, until he seem to reach a conclusion.

"If you promise me not to reveal my secret, I can show you tonight".

"I promise! I just want to know how it works, nothing else!"

He laughed, bending his body towards the floor, a hand in his mouth and his eyes nearly closed.

"Sure, no problem".

And just like that, an arrangement was made and she agreed to comeback after hours.

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A little nervous, you knocked on the back door of the flower shop. It was a bit later of the time they had agreed to, but the bus has run late. You were afraid he got tired of waiting, had changed his mind and was already home.

Opening the door, he smiled sweetly at you and ushered you inside.

"Did I take too long?" he asked, guiding you to a flight of stairs that led them to a basement "My lab is down here and sometimes it's hard to hear what's going on upstairs".

"No, I just got here. Don't worry".

Reaching the basement, you noticed a lot of the space was dark and was covered in plastic. And just like he mentioned, once he closed the door, you couldn't hear anything from outside.

"I got everything ready to show you how it works". He moved swiftly between the plastic, until they reached a table with regular red tulips and chrysanthemum, some clean vases and no other liquid besides water.

"Sorry I don't have enough chairs, I usually work standing up". She was about to say it was okay, when he continued "Here, you can sit on the table".

Since the table was tall, he helped you hop up and in consecuence, you knocked a glass and it broke against the floor.

"Oh! I'm so sorry" you said, voice embarrased and cheeks turning red.

"Don't worry, it happens all the time" stepping in between your legs, he held your hips and helped you move and avoid getting a cut on your exposed thighs.

"Let's clean this first" he said, but kept looking at your eyes and then at your lips. Your body got warm at his words, he was a handsome man and you couldn't deny that he was also, sweet and caring.

"You are really pretty" he mumbled, more to himself than to you. Before he could step away from you to clean the mess, you grabbed the upper side of his apron and pressed him to your chest.

"And you are really handsome" you whispered to him, smiling.

Fiercely, he leaned into you and his lips captured yours. Knocking your air off, his hands got tangled in your hair and his crotch got pressed to yours. Desperate to touch him, you moved your legs around him and tried to touch his neck with your hands. But before you could do it, he yanked your hair eliciting a loud moan from you, and grabbed your hands holding them above your head.

Rutting into his cock, wanting to feel him hardening, you didn't realize he had clasped your wrists around a chain. You only felt his tongue licking the roof of your mouth and one of his hands holding yours. That's why it surprised you so much, when you felt a sharp pain in your left thigh.

"Auch" you said, breathing raggedly and struggling while trying to look what was that.

You got surprised, when you saw your leg bleeding. But you got more shocked, when you realized Jimin was holding a piece of broken glass in his hands and that yours were still above your head, tied with something.

"What's going on?! Please release my hands" you begged, scared for the first time. You didn't know this man, if this was his type of foreplay, you didn't want any part of it.

"Didn't you want to learn how to make my beautiful flowers?" he said, making a bigger cut on your thigh. Your cries got louder and you struggled against the chains.

"This is how I made them" smiling, he put a huge bowl under your leg and you looked in horror how all your blood started to get collected there "Instead of water, I just use blood. It transforms in this rich, almost burgundy color and like I said earlier, the consistency curls around the petals instead of filling them".

You cries got louder, and desperetaly you started screaming. You knew something was wrong, because your leg was bleeding too much and it didn't show signs of stopping.

"Scream all you want, no one can hear you" he said, shrugging his shoulders and gathering some tulips to start dyeing them "It's better to dye them when the blood is still warm you know? Sadly you won't get to see the results, I imagine you might be feeling sleepy already".

Surprised that he was right, you barely could keep your eyes opened. Making a last effort, you tried to kick him while screaming, but he just avoided you and your body felt too tired to listen to you.

You tried again, but you simply didn't move. Without noticing, you had started to feel more and more dizzy. Trying to keep your eyes opened, you saw him dyeing flowers while humming a random song- You didn't care anymore, suddenly everything felt too tiring.

The last thing you saw before you closed your eyes and fell asleep, was one of the tulips starting to show the curls of your blood on its petals.

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#bts au #bts #bangtan boys #bangtan sonyeondan #jimin #park jimin #au #bts fanfic #bts fanfiction #masterlist #lifeflowingon #chrysanthemum #strangers to lovers #murder #death

[madametrashbin]

Spring Snow

I'm dying inside, it's so frigging cold since October ended and it’s windy as hell outside these days (there was a blizzard last week, which wasn’t fun at all lmao). I just wanna curl up in my bed and sleep all day, and my jaws hurt from having it forced to be pried open to hell and back during the dentist appointment today.

This is just good old regular SAGAU brainrot, no Villain!AU (for now) this time since I think it’s being provided by plenty... but I also need to take a break from writing Veil of Starlight (like, how the fuck do I write out dead, barely written out characters that have barely a crumb of anything about them except the fact they look pretty? *noises of suffering*. I signed myself up for hell with that though, so I must deal with it).

[Had this as a draft for months now, but the changes are made in it... heavily inspired by these lovely hoomans who honestly helped me get my shit together with this and provide some decent content (that I’d say I’m absolute dog shit at providing 100% of the time and will never be confident with what’s published ahaha): @nicebonescomrade, @lovelornobsessions, @azempyrea, @myuni-moon, @chocoenvy, and some other people whose blogs I cannot seem to find in the mess that are Tags asdfajaksdja.]

Anyways, have some Fatui/Snezhnaya finds God!Reader first, and it’s really just a messy set of scenarios. It’s short, because I cannot think of a proper ending for this right now... it’s something that’s in my head that I cannot complete, so you guys can just use this as a food for thought or whatever.

AndsorryforthecursinghereI’mnothavingagooddayandIneededsomethingtohelpmegetmyselfbacktogether-

It is normal to see the entire landscape blanketed in snow.

It is not out of the ordinary to find people lost amidst the storm that made Snezhnaya a harsh place to live in if you aren’t sufficient prepared enough.

Finding Adventurers and Fatui soldiers wandering around doing their jobs is also not an unusual sight... they started in this world of white, after all.

What is out of the ordinary is to see sunlight, let alone cleared snowstorms and vibrant green grass amidst the mess that is snow. Color that seeps into the monochrome world is not often seen outside cities, and people knew that.

That is how Pierro found his day turning for what could be for the better, his eyes having caught sight of sunlight in Snezhnaya of all places where there was a blizzard going on in the moment. 

(Absurd, he thinks to himself... and yet curiosity calls to him like a siren, leading his feet to the light amidst the darkness.)

In the center of green grass (that should normally be impossible in the Land of the Cryo Archon), was a lone figure laying among flowers he couldn’t pinpoint the origins to.

Safe as they were, the snow had not once touched the patch of spring and it was clear that the wind had steered the blizzard away from them... they didn’t look prepared for the cold either, so the sudden warmth that hit him should have been expected.

Too many questions flowed through his mind, but when he knelt down and had his fingers barely brush against their cheek, a spark of warmth and divinity practically sinks itself into his soul that had him flinching in surprise... not in a bad way, though.

He already suspected who the figure was at this point and couldn’t help but feel excitement for the coming future.

First thing’s first though, he needs to bring them back to the Palace and report to the Tsaritsa of his discovery... this could very well change the future of their plans, after all.

Your head hurts.

It felt like your head was on the verge of splitting open by the time you woke up in an unfamiliar place. Nothing was familiar for sure (although the designs you’ve noticed lining up on the walls are vaguely familiar to you that you cannot seem to pinpoint where you saw them).

Ah, but the details are unimportant right now. This migraine you have is really starting to get annoying painful to the point sitting up is becoming a bad idea.

“Here, drink this.”

You don’t even think twice about accepting the offer, the pain was terrible and you still cannot seem to recall what the hell happened before this. It is only after you downed the vial of strangely sweet liquid that you realized you weren’t alone.

“I’m glad you’re finally awake, Supreme One.”

You weren’t sure what you regretted the most in this moment: the fact you were awake in a place that was definitely not home while nursing a migraine, or the fact you were awake at all to understand what this person said to you.

Either way, both were bad simply because you aren’t even home... wherever that may be when you spot the obvious designs of a Delusion on this man’s suit.

I must’ve died and gone to heaven.- Was all you could really think when you looked into the deep ocean eyes of one beaming Tartaglia.

How cute.

Was all La Signora could really think, watching the Creator of Teyvat in mortal form wander the halls of Zapolyarny Palace while being chaperoned by several Harbingers and the Archon herself.

Eyes wide and brimming with curiosity, the lack of memories could be the reason why they looked like they were seeing these sorts of things the first time... the poor deity doesn’t even remember anything about creating the world they walked on, let alone how they managed to get here in the first place.

Regardless, it worked well in their favor, and the Fatui could certainly make use of having the God of Gods on their side in case their plans go south.

Right now, Tartaglia was clinging onto them like a child begging for attention, and the Balladeer himself was no different... a mess, the both of them were, but they were reverent followers of the Supreme One so it barely surprised her.

What did surprise her is how despite the clear lack of memories tied to this world, their God knew all of their names, their real names, and places like the back of their hand despite the fact this was their first time in the Palace.

(And when La Signora questioned them about it at a rare moment of quiet, they only shrugged and told her-

“I just had a feeling about it.”

She doesn’t question about it after that, and left it be even though she wished the one saying her name was the dear one to her heart that she had lost... but having the God of the highest authority say your name isn’t all that bad either.)

“Your Grace! Look over here!”

“Show more respect to the Supreme One, you bumbling fool! Don’t just drag them around as you please for attention!”

La Signora wondered why she was even forced to accompany these people, watching the Tsaritsa giving a warning glare to the loud duo as Pierro stood behind the God from a distance while the two Harbingers bickered with the Tsaritsa ready to murder them.

...that is if the Creator wasn’t holding onto her hand and keeping her in place, she would have gotten rid of them both already.

“I’m hungry... can we go get something to eat?”

Those words were enough to end the bickering as the both of them returned to being puppies at their feet, La Signora once again stuck with accompanying the group as a guard... she wonders if anyone remembers that there was still work to do out there.

(They do remember about it, but it was just so nice to finally be with the Creator. They just couldn’t find it in themselves to be away from them for too long, already so addicted to their presence and gentle touches.)

In the meantime, you were inwardly screaming about all the beautiful faces surrounding you... how you managed to keep a poker face and your heart calm while walking alongside these beauties was beyond you.

And the food was great too, definitely a reason why you probably don’t try to leave considering how good it was... and because there’s so much damn snow out there that you had doubts you would survive anyways.

At least you won’t get bored here while you stayed with them... that much, you were certain of.

#self aware genshin #yandere genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin cult stuff #good grief I couldn't even think straight with this #also am forced to wait for update since I came home during maintenance #it hasn't been a good day today #so I'm going to indulge in some ooc writing #I apologize if this confused you #this was dogshit in my opinion #definitely won't be touching this subject for a while #until I have something more decent in my head

[inhuman-obey-me]

Congratulations on 999 followers

Could you maybe do MC and Solomon for 🎭

Thank you!!

"You want to see the real me?" - Solomon/MC

The sun’s gentle rays peak through the window of this abode, warm light spilling onto the workbench full of books and vials and jars. There’s a smell of sandalwood and amber in the air from the incense you lit earlier, and it mingles now with the scent of old tomes -- pages worn by centuries past, riddled with notes and creases from use. It is a serene scene … or at least it would be if not for your rising agitation with one very particular sorcerer.

Solomon had a way with words, a tongue as silver as his wispy locks. He always found a way to persuade, to entice, to distract. Your lessons with him, where he took on his role of Master and you Apprentice, were some of the rare moments where he would be straightforward. His usually cryptic responses were absent as he guided you through a new spell or potion, but the moment the lesson was over, his ambiguous words and teasing smile would be back -- as if they never left in the first place.

He sits now mere steps from you, his gaze focused on one of the many books present, chin resting in his hand as a finger taps his lips. It was easy to get lost in how handsome he looked at times like this, the light passing through the various potions and translucent crucibles splashing the walls with vibrant colors and framing him as if he was set amid stained glass. A reminder of who and what all he was -- and somehow, yours, or so he would have you believe.

“When?”

“When what, love?” He throws a glance in your direction, his concentration now broken.

“When are you going to start being honest with me?” Your fingers tightly grip the grimoire in your hands, one he had handed to you just moments ago in an attempt to dissuade you from a certain line of questioning. “Why do you keep shutting me out?”

“I’m not -- “ He starts, but then cuts himself short. To say he wasn’t would be a lie, he must have realized. Solomon turns to you with an unreadable expression, that annoying mask of his firmly in place. “It’s just … not the right time. You still have so much to learn -- “

“You say that every damn time!” You slam the grimoire down on a nearby table, earning a slight wince from your teacher. “When will it be the ‘right time’? All I want is to get to know you, Solomon. The real you, but you keep putting up a wall whenever it seems I’m getting too close.” Your frustrations spill from your lips, unable to hold yourself back now that you’ve started. “I’ve been so open and vulnerable to you, but you still keep yourself all locked up.” There’s a sting at the corner of your eyes now, your voice beginning to waver. “Do you even want to be with me?”

“Of course I do!” His mask breaks, panic clear on his features as he quickly gets up and grabs a hold of your arms, squeezing them firmly. “I want to be with you more than anything!”

“Then why?” You stare into his blue-brown eyes, your vision slightly blurry as tears begin to stain your cheeks. “Why won’t you let me in?”

He’s silent for a moment, lips pressed together as he tries to find the right words. His grip on you loosens, gaze lowering as a heavy sigh finally leaves him. His hands travel down your arms, finding your fingers to intertwine with his own. “You want to see the real me?” There’s a husk to his voice, his eyes going to meet yours again. “What if I told you that you might not like what you see?”

“Solomon.” You lean forward, touching your forehead to his as you hold his pained and regretful gaze. “Nothing you tell me will change my opinion of you. I love you, and that means all of your buried skeletons, too.” Your lips find his, giving him a chaste kiss. “Just … trust me. Please.”

“Okay.” His voice is barely above a whisper, and you can tell he’s terrified. You squeeze his hands, and he takes a deep breath, nodding. “Okay. Where shall we begin?”

#obey me #obey me swd #obey me! #obey me shall we date #obey me solomon #om! solomon #obey me solomon x mc #obey me solomon x reader #obey me fic #obey me drabble #999 follower celebration #writings #drabble #obey me angst #the all encompassing [mod] cosmos #please I just want to hold the sorcerer ... tell him everything's okay ... #this one got a bit longer than the others oops

[raibebe]

Of needles and seduction

Genre: Fluff and smut Words: 15.2k Prompt: Johnny tattoo shop AU featuring best friends Yangyang and Jaemin Warnings: contains smut, Daddy-kink, size-kink, mentions of mirror-sex

A/N: This is very self-indulgent, I’m sorry. While I do have piercings myself, I know next to nothing about tattoos, so I’m sorry if anything is inaccurate. Also I don’t advise what some characters in this are doing for yourself. Just a quick special thanks to @burtonized​ who has listened to me ramble about this story and Johnny and helped me write this by giving me ideas and support. Thank you darling! This fic is a beast, I have never written anything this long,it’s insane. If smut isn’t for you, you can stop reading after the phone call and still have a pretty decent story. If you feel like, you’ve seen this post before, you might have. I deleted the original one because tumblr decided to delete it from the tags.

“Are you sure this is a good idea?” You asked for what you felt was the tenth time in the past five minutes. “It’s going to be fine. The shop is clean and sanitary,” your friend Yangyang groaned while running his hands through his messy, blonde hair. It was getting way too long, hanging low into his eyes. “I’m just saying that this doesn’t seem like a safe place,” you mumbled but followed your hyper friend through a more than dubious looking side street of Itaewon. “Jaemin got his piercings done in the same shop and those healed just fine, stop being a baby,” the blonde said while rolling his eyes. He quickly checked his phone for the address of the (probably illegal) piercing and tattoo shop and took a sharp turn into an even shadier looking street. “I still don’t get while you need me to come with you when you want to get your nipples pierced for god knows what of a stupid reason.” “It’s easy,” Yangyang grinned at you, “Ten said I wouldn’t dare to do it. And I’m going to prove him wrong and you’re going to document the progress.” “Do you ever listen to yourself talk? You’re literally paying someone to stab you into your nipples to shove a piece of metal through it just to prove a point.” “It’s just one nipple though.” “How does that make it any better, Yangyang?” You deadpanned. Your friend groaned again. “I knew I should have taken Guanheng with me. He would have been supportive.” “He would also be supportive of getting ‘I love Tacos’ tattooed on your ass.” “He would,” Yangyang agreed with an exaggerated dreamy look on his face. “What a madlad.”

You sighed but couldn’t help smiling at his antics. You had befriended the hyper exchange student when you had been assigned to be partners for a group project for your mandarin class. Yangyang had only taken the class for extra credit and easy good grades while you were struggling like crazy and had seriously questioned all your life choices that had let to you taking the class. (But mostly you regretted listening to Renjun who had convinced you it would be an easy class.) The group project turned out to be rather easy when you had a native speaker as your partner and you had become fond of the younger student, staying in touch with him and helping him find his way around the big campus. If you had known that he was a package deal with a bunch of other equally hyper and questionably crazy exchange students, you might have thought a little longer about keeping in touch after the project was over. But who were you kidding, the other boys and Yangyang were incredibly dear to you and if Kun had his regular morning coffee, the others weren’t even that chaotic.

“That’s it,” Yangyang suddenly exclaimed, pointing at a small beat up looking wooden door that looked like it was ready to fall out of the doorway any second. But a little green neon sign that hang next to it flashed the word “open” onto the street indicating that a shop must be hiding behind it. Your arguably best friend quickly grabbed your hand as if he had been sensing that you were about to complain again and dragged you into the shop. A little bell jingled quietly when Yangyang closed the door behind you two. You took a deep breath to calm your nerves (hell you weren’t even the one to get stabbed with a needle) and took a look around the small room. It was small and poorly lit and every free space on the walls was plastered with drawings and photos of both freshly done and healed tattoos. You had to admit that whoever had done those had done a good job, they looked really neat. You guessed that at least two artists must be working in the shop. A good portion of the art were very neat black and white works (some looking freakishly realistic) while others were very vibrant and artistic.

With a confident bounce in his step, Yangyang went up to the counter to a man with wild bubblegum pink hair wearing a black tank top that showed off the ink on his arms and torso, all kept in black except for a deep red rose on the side of his neck. His eyes were lined with dark eyeliner, making them seem like dark bottomless orbs, and they were fixed to the screen of a laptop that was covered in stickers that were a wild mixture of cute characters and various rock and hip-hop bands. “And what brings you here?” The man asked with a surprisingly deep voice, turning his head towards your friend. “A friend of mine told me I could get pierced here,” Yangyang spoke, his hands fumbling with the loose threads of his sweater. “And if that was the case, what would you want to get pierced?” “My nipple.” At that the other man raised one of his perfectly arched eyebrows. “People usually start off with getting an earring or something.” “Go hard or go home,” Yangyang grinned, making the other man snort. “If you have 70.000 Won in cash, I can look if one of the piercers is free.” When your friend got out his worn wallet and put a couple of bills onto the counter, the other man smiled for the first time. It didn’t quite fit his whole dark punk aesthetic but you couldn’t deny that he was really good looking.

“Don’t run away now kiddo, I’ll see if someone is free,” he grinned, “I’m Taeyong by the way.” When he disappeared behind a curtain made out of pearls into the back, Yangyang turned towards you with the biggest smile on his face. “I told you it was going to be fine.” You just hummed nonchalantly, still not entirely supportive of the whole idea. “One of the guys is ready in a bit,” Taeyong said when he came back to the main room. “Are you getting anything?” He asked, looking at you. “Oh no, she’s a scaredy-cat, just here for moral support and to document that I actually did it,” your friend answered for you. Your face immediately heated up under the intense gaze of the pink haired tattoo artist. “Too bad,” he just shrugged. “So technically you need to sign stuff for legal issues and whatnot. But since this place doesn’t exactly exist on records, we’re skipping that part. You’re not on drugs or any meds, right?” “I’m not,” Yangyang shook his head, making his hair flop back into his face. “Any issues with fainting or other medical conditions?”   “Nope.”   “Great. Had a good meal before coming here?” “I had breakfast,” Yangyang shrugged. “You had a slice of cold pizza from yesterday,” you groaned. “That I ate in the morning, therefore it’s breakfast,” he argued. “Well in that case,” Taeyong interrupted your bickering and threw a granola bar into Yangyang’s hands, “Eat that and let your girlfriend treat you to some proper food afterwards.” Before the blonde could deny anything, you had already opened your mouth to tell the other man that in fact you weren’t dating.

“Sure, sorry for assuming,” he shrugged and sat back behind the counter, taking out an iPad and began drawing something, probably a tattoo design. “Nervous yet?” You asked Yangyang who was uncharacteristically quiet while munching on the granola bar. “Shit, I’m really doing this,” he replied, exhaling shakily. “You don’t actually have to, Yangyang,” you tried to comfort him. “And let Ten just get away like that? No way. I am doing this. I’m not his little baby Yangyang anymore,” he said like the stubborn child he was. You could just sigh and roll your eyes at him. “He might have just been joking, you know?” “One does not simply challenge Liu Yangyang like that and not expect consequences.” “Kun is going to actually flip and pop a vein,” you tried to reason with your friend for a last time. Kun was doing a lot of coordination work for the exchange students with a Chinese background and had taken on almost a fatherly role for the younger students that hadn’t been in Korea for long. And even though Ten wasn’t even that much younger than Kun, he almost lost his otherwise calm composure when the Thai boy had announced that he successfully had pierced his ear by himself yet again after he had convinced a poor med student to smuggle some equipment for him. And from there the situation had somehow escalated into Ten daring Yangyang to get a nipple piercing. “Well he can’t do anything about it once it’s done. We’ll just make sure he’s with someone who can call an ambulance if he ends up having an aneurism.”

“Someone still wants their nipple pierced?” A new voice interrupted your conversation and a tall man with dark inky hair came into the room, making the pearls of the curtain clink against each other. One side of his head was shaved while the longer hair on the other side framed his handsome face beautifully. He was wearing a loose black T-shirt paired with ripped jeans with almost as many holes as there was fabric that hugged his long legs perfectly, showing that he had also ink on his legs. From his lobe dangled a little silver chain and of course his arms were covered in intricate designs, one arm strictly black ink while the other sported some colorful pieces as well. In the center of his plush lower lip sat a black ring and just beneath his left eye two little silver balls were reflecting the low light. You couldn’t deny that the man looked absolutely stunning despite his unusual appearance.

“Yes, me,” Yangyang eagerly answered the man’s question and walked towards him, tugging you with him. “Too bad,” the piercer grinned cheekily and winked in your direction, making your heart flutter in your chest and heat rise to your face, before he extended a big hand to shake Yangyang’s much smaller one. “I’m Johnny,” he introduced himself before leading you both into a smaller room in the back with a simple black padded bench in the middle of the room and a desk tucked into a corner. The walls were plastered with art and photos like the main room, showing that Johnny apparently was able to pull off a bunch of different tattoo styles. He seemed to have a thing for florals and roses though. The only free space was taken up by a full body mirror at the opposite wall. Johnny sat down on the little stool that was standing by the desk and motioned for Yangyang to sit on the bench while you sat down in the only other chair in the room, made of worn looking black leather.

“Let me see your chest before we start this whole thing,” Johnny spoke to your friend after he had grabbed a pair of silver framed glasses that sat low on his elegant nose and slipped on a fresh pair of black gloves. With only slightly trembling hands, Yangyang pulled his sweater over his head, keeping his hands buried in the fabric. “Looks good to me. Left or right one?” “Ehrm, I haven’t really thought about it,” he confessed. Johnny chuckled. “Spontaneous decision to get your nipple pierced?” “He does it to prove a point to a friend,” you supplied before Yangyang had the chance to answer. “Seems like a valid reason,” the tattoo artist grinned, “You play guitar or anything where the strap could irritate the new piercing?” “Just the violin,” Yangyang supplied, demonstrating how he would hold his instrument. “Then I’d suggest we go for the left one,” Johnny concluded, grabbing a bunch of stuff he needed. “Is it going to hurt badly?” “No idea, mine aren’t pierced.” “The first one is fine,” another voice chimed into the conversation and a pink mess of hair appeared in the doorway. “My client is there and Jaehyun isn’t back from his break yet, have an open ear for the door.” Johnny just hummed but it seemed enough to satisfy Taeyong who disappeared just as quickly as he had appeared.

“You ready?” Johnny asked one last time. Yangyang took a deep but shaky breath and nodded. “You better film this so Ten knows it’s real,” he said, holding out his phone towards you. Rolling your eyes, you got up from your actually really comfortable chair and took the phone from your best friend’s hands while Johnny disinfected Yangyang’s nipple and drew two little circles where the bar would go through it before grabbing a small mirror to show him. “Let’s do this,” your best friend nodded and you pressed record. “It’ll be quick,” Johnny promised, disinfecting one last time before he grabbed a pair of tongs to hold the nipple in place and freed a needle from a foil package. “I’ll count to three and then I’ll start, alright?” “A-Alright.” “Last time to chicken out.” “No, I’m doing this,” Yangyang gritted out, closing his eyes. After that everything happened really fast: Johnny counted to three and steadily pushed the needle through Yangyang’s nipple, who bit his lip hard. He then let the needle dangle from the nipple while freeing a little barbell from another foil package to insert it through the canal he just had made. “And that’s it,” he announced when he secured the little balls on either side of the barbell. You ended the recording when Yangyang left out the breath he had been holding in. “Now no sports, especially no swimming or sexual activities for a while. Clean it well and don’t worry if it gets sore, that’s normal. It can take a while to heal, so be patient and don’t let it get infected. You can get a smaller barbell or a ring once it’s healed. Just come back to get it changed to be safe.” “Fuck I really did that,” Yangyang cursed and looked down to his chest, “I think I need a minute before I can get up.”

“Take your time, I don’t have any clients for another half an hour,” Johnny reassured him, putting the used materials into the trash. “Just please don’t vomit all over the floor or hit your head while fainting.” “That has happened before?” You asked, eyes wide. “Not on me but it’s not unheard of. You sure you don’t want anything?” he asked, turning towards you. His silver framed glasses had slid down his nose a little and you couldn’t deny that the man looked really hot, looking at you from beneath his lashes. “She’s too scared,” Yangyang teased. He couldn’t feel too bad if he still could do that then. “Too bad, I think you would really suit a little conch or something,” the piercer motioned around his own ear to indicate what piercing he meant. “A conch?” You asked, turning towards the mirror to try to imagine it. “Wait let me show you.” Johnny quickly got up to search through the drawers of his desk before he pulled out a little box with a bunch of jewelry, grabbing a small hoop. He stood behind you in front of the mirror. “Hold still for me,” he breathed and bend down to push your hair behind your ear before he carefully put the fake piercing in place. For a moment you could swear that time had stopped. You felt his breath fanning over your skin gently and could smell the intoxicating smell of his cologne. You were so close to each other, you were sure that if you turned your head, your noses would brush against each other. But before you could do anything stupid, Johnny pulled back and gently turned your head so you could see the little silver ring. “I think I could put an even smaller one if you wanted,” he said, watching you through the mirror with an intense gaze from his dark eyes. “I’ve never thought about getting a piercing,” you admitted shyly. While you did get your lobes pierced when you were a child, you never thought of it much. “It looks good. Not so much like daddy’s good girl anymore,” the piercer grinned. You almost choked on air when the words left his plush lips, feeling the heat rush to your cheeks.

“How much?” “For you I’ll do it for free, darling,” he grinned, running a hand through his thick dark hair, making his muscles shift beneath his inked skin. While your brain was still short-circuiting from the nickname, Yangyang seemed to be back to 100%, destroying whatever the atmosphere between you and the tattoo artist just was. “Are you really going to say no to a free piercing, dude?” You could just groan and roll your eyes at your best friend. “Stop calling me dude, Yangyang.” “Only if you get that piercing.” “That’s blackmailing.” “Just do it, it won’t even hurt right?” “It’s just a bit of pressure,” Johnny assured you, his lips curled into a smile. “I can always take it out if I don’t end up liking it,” you thought out aloud. “The beauty of temporary body modifications,” Johnny sighed before he stepped in front of you to take the fake piercing off again. With his face so close to yours again, your eyes traveled over the little silver balls beneath his left eye, over his elegant nose down to the black ring in his lower lip and you briefly wondered what it would feel like to kiss him. “So what will it be?” You looked over to your best friend who had put his hoodie back on and nodded his head enthusiastically, making his fluffy hair flop into his eyes. He really needed a haircut.

“Alright, let’s do this,” you decided. “That’s what I like to hear,” Johnny grinned and moved to get his stuff ready. “Need me to hold your hand?” Yangyang grinned when you took his place on the bench. “I wouldn’t want to contaminate you with girl germs,” you teased, sticking your tongue out at him. “I’m sure he wouldn’t mind some girl germs if they’re coming from such a pretty girl,” Johnny cut in when he rolled back over on his stool, his glasses pushed back up his nose again. You couldn’t even fight the heat that crept onto your face at his words, he sure could feel it radiating off your cheeks from where his gloved hands were touching your skin. “I’ll do it where I placed the fake one, just with a smaller ring, alright?” He spoke softly when he disinfected your ear. You could just nod, anxiety taking over, making your heart race and skin prickle. When you heard the plastic bag that held the sterile needle rip, you pressed your eyes shut and balled your hands to fists. “Take a deep breath for me, doll,” Johnny mumbled, gently caressing your skin where he had grabbed your face to stabilize you. “In and out.” You shakily did as he asked you, his low voice comforting and calming your anxiety a lot. “Now you breathe in and let me count to three, then you gently release that breath. Can you do that for me, darling?” “Yeah,” you breathed, eyes still closed so you missed the soft smile on Johnny’s face. “Alright, deep breath in. One, two, three,” the pain of the needle piercing through your skin made you clench your fists harder, “And breathe out.” You tried your best to release the breath evenly until the pressure of the needle was just a low thudding. “You’re doing great, darling,” the handsome piercer reassured you, “I’ll just push the ring through and we’re all done here. Take another breath for me.” This time the feeling wasn’t as painful, just a really uncomfortable feeling of pressure. “All done, pretty,” Johnny concluded, clicking the ring closed. “Open your eyes.”

When you did open your eyes again, he held the little hand mirror from before in his still gloved hands so you could see the little ring that sat against your ear now. The skin was a bright red and you could feel your pulse throb around the metal but it actually fit the shape of your ear really nicely. “Thank you,” you smiled at Johnny. “It’s been a pleasure,” he winked before gathering the used needle and tissues to throw them away. “Take good care of it and try to not sleep on that side for a couple of nights and it will be healed in no time.” “Let’s go home, big baby,” Yangyang chirped in, already on his feet to leave the room. “I’m starving.” “There’s a good ramen shop a little up the street, not too expensive either,” Johnny recommended.

“Thanks for the piercings, man,” your best friend thanked the artist when he took you back to the main room. “No big deal,” Johnny shrugged and sat down where Taeyong had sat before, putting his long legs up on the counter. “Well, have a nice day, maybe we’ll come back for more some time,” Yangyang grinned, opening the door to leave the shop. “Oh I’m sure you will,” the artist replied, locking eyes with you before winking. “Take good care of that piercing, doll. You know where you have to come to if you want more.” You nodded shyly before bowing to the man. “Thank you, Johnny.” “I’ll see you again,” it wasn’t a question. Somehow you and him both knew that this wouldn’t be the last time you would step into the shady tattoo shop.

The next time that you found yourself in the shady streets of Itaewon came faster than you had thought. This time you were accompanying Jaemin to his tattoo appointment after Jeno had ditched him because he had to take over a shift at the cat café he worked at. (That poor boy had to take antihistamines before every shift because of his allergies but couldn’t resist the charm of the kittens.)   “You’re a lifesaver seriously,” the hyper boy repeated while jumping up and down excitedly, “Sitting still for hours on end is really so boring if you have no one to talk to.” “Can’t you talk to your artist?” You asked confused. “He threatened to stab me with the tattoo gun the last time when I was trying to talk to him while he worked,” Jaemin pouted. You could only imagine how irritating Jaemin and his moods could be to someone who wasn’t used to him. Ever since he had decided that he wanted to commit to what he had dubbed a soft punk look, he had been going to the shop somewhat regularly to start a collection of tattoos and piercings. It had started a year ago when he first had dyed his hair to a light blue color. Shortly after that he had first gotten his ears and then his nose pierced. The two lip rings in his lower lip were his newest addition as far as piercings went. The tattoos came a little later. After much consideration he had made the decision to start a floral piece on his arm, the center would be a hummingbird, all with black ink for now.

After a little bit of Instagram stalking you had easily identified the intricate flowers that adored Jaemin’s upper arm as Johnny’s work and the thought of seeing the handsome tattoo artist again had made your heart beat faster in your chest. Not that Jaemin needed to know that you weren’t coming with him for his sake but rather because of your desire to see the dark haired flirty man again.   You had been thinking about his dark eyes behind his silver framed glasses and how he scrunched his eyebrows when he was concentrating a lot for the last weeks. (Not that you had replayed the video of him piercing Yangyang an unhealthy amount of times or anything…) Every time you took care of your new piercing it reminded you of how his fingers felt on your skin and how his deep voice had gently guided you through everything. Not to forget how easily the pet names had rolled from his lips. And oh god his lips… His Instagram account featured a good amount of pictures of himself both casual and while working and the way his plush lips would curl into a confident smirk did things to your heart. His latest update had been the actual death of yours though. It had shown the new tattoo he had gotten recently: It was an intricate eagle that spread over his muscled chest, the feathers of the wings blending seamlessly into the other art covering his strong shoulders and biceps. Did you already mention that he was freaking shirtless in the picture? And that he was hiding a seriously ripped body beneath the wide T-Shirt he wore the last time you were at the shop? So to say that your thoughts had started to spiral after seeing that post was a little understated.

You still felt a little uneasy when you followed Jaemin through the backstreets of Itaewon but when the shabby door with the neon green ‘open’ sign came in sight, you felt the feeling disappear, only for it to be replaced with a mixture of excitement and anxiety. Jaemin grinned widely when he pushed the door open and his good mood was always infectious, a smile creeping on your lips. This time a new man sat at the counter, lazily rocking back and forth on the chair with his phone in his hand. His hair was dark and hung into his eyes and he wore a dark, long sleeved hoodie, so you couldn’t see if he had as many tattoos as his colleagues but if the tattoos on his hands and neck were any indication, he must be pretty covered as well. You recognized the rose on the back of his hand from one of Johnny’s Instagram posts. When the man looked up, you saw that he didn’t only have tattoos but piercings as well: In his lower lip sat two rings right next to each other, a ring dangled from his nose and two little silver balls sat in the hollows of his dimples that showed when he smiled at Jaemin. “Back for more?” He asked with a deep, rumbling voice and got up to greet Jaemin properly, bumping their shoulders together. “Got an appointment with Johnny for my sleeve,” the blue haired boy replied. “I see the snake bites healed well.” “Done by the best piercer of the shop.” “You know it,” the man laughed, throwing an arm around Jaemin. “Brought your girlfriend?” “I’m just a friend,” you quickly corrected the piercer. (Why couldn’t you just platonically join a friend for his tattoo session?) “Alright, just a friend, I’m Jaehyun. Johnny should be ready by now. You know the way?” Jaemin nodded and pulled you with him to Johnny’s room.

When Jaemin pulled the curtain to the room open, you weren’t prepared for what you were seeing: Johnny was standing in front of the full length mirror with his black button up shirt unbuttoned, applying cream to his still tender looking eagle tattoo on his chest, making his beautiful sunkissed skin glisten. “You’re early, Jaem,” he spoke. “Jaehyun said you were already ready,” the blue haired boy shrugged and plopped down onto the black bench. “Oh you brought company,” Johnny turned around when he spotted you and grinned, “I knew you’d come back, doll. How’s your piercing healing?” You had to summon all your strength to rip your eyes from Johnny’s strong and glistening chest to meet his dark eyes. “It’s fine as far as I know, doesn’t hurt anymore,” you stumbled across your words. Couldn’t he just button his shirt back up? “Let me see.” Before you could protest he had made two big steps and was right in front of you, the intoxicating smell of his perfume filling your senses. He gently tucked your hair back to have a look at the piercing and you swore you could feel electricity buzz beneath your skin where he had touched you. “You took great care of it, darling. Not regretting it yet?” “No, I like it.” I like you. The words had laid on your tongue but you managed to swallow them back down.

“Stop flirting with her, I’m the one paying for your attention,” Jaemin whined from where he was sitting. You of course immediately felt all your blood rush to your head but Johnny just chuckled. “I haven’t seen any cash yet, boy.” The tattoo artist gave you a last wink before turning towards his actual client, buttoning his shirt back up but leaving the last two buttons unbuttoned, letting the head of the eagle just barely poke out. Taking a deep breath you sat down in the worn leather chair while Jaemin handed Johnny a bunch of bills that the taller quickly counted. “Alright, I’m all yours for the next five hours or so,” he grinned, “You saw the drafts I sent you?” Jaemin nodded while he took off his jacket and rolled up the sleeve of his T-Shirt to expose the ink on his arm. It was already beautiful even though it wasn’t even halfway done. The hummingbird was still missing its shading and he hung in the air for now, the flowers and leaves stopping above its head. “Yeah, I’m still not sure about the color though. Can’t we just do more flowers instead?” “Sure but the inner arm and near the elbow is going to hurt like a bitch. So it’s either that or you let me color that hummingbird.” Jaemin groaned dramatically, turning his arm to look into the mirror. “He does look weird just half-finished like that.” “So color it is?” Johnny asked while rolling up the sleeves of his shirt a bit, exposing his own tattoos: A snake like dragon curled around his entire right arm, kept in all black ink. “I really liked that green-blue watercolor thing you sent,” Jaemin supplied when he turned to lie down. “Right, then I’ll do some flowers directly surrounding the bird and color that thing.” He snapped his black gloves on and turned to prepare his machine and the colors.

“Come closer with that stupid chair,” Jaemin whined, making grabby hands at you. After Johnny nodded, you pushed the chair closer with great effort. “Are you going to whine for the whole time?” You groaned but smiled fondly at your friend. “Most likely,” Johnny answered instead of Jaemin and rolled over on his little stool, his silver framed glasses back on his nose and a pen between his lips. “I’ll freehand a bunch of flowers first to make sure they fit around that little guy nicely.” “And I thought you liked putting others in pain,” Jaemin joked when Johnny adjusted a little lamp and began to draw flower after flower. It was really fascinating how quick his hand drew delicate petals and leaves, filling up the space around the hummingbird. “Oh if I put others in pain, they usually like it,” he grinned, his voice dropping an octave. You almost choked on plain air and had to try to mask it as coughing but if the way Johnny’s eyes twinkled was any indication, he had seen right through it and dared to be smug about it. “Wow my third appointment and we’re already talking about kinks?” “Sorry Jaem, not interested,” the artist laughed, “I’m more into cute girls.” He leaned back to examine his drawing, throwing you another quick wink. You barely held in a squeak. He really wasn’t even trying to be subtle about his flirting anymore. “Ready for the big gun?” “Oh dick jokes now, nice,” Jaemin chuckled while you were sure your head was about to explode from how much blood was collecting in there. You covered your hot cheeks with your hands in a hopeless attempt to cool them. “Oh look Johnny, she’s getting shy already.” “I haven’t even started yet, baby.” That was it. This man was going to be the death of you. You really didn’t need to know what it sounded like when he spoke those words that were dripping with honey. “Why did I agree to come with you?” You groaned, hiding your face in your hands. “Because you missed me”, Johnny said at the same time as Jaemin said: “Because you’re a good friend.”

After a beat of silence in which Johnny arranged his actual tattoo gun and Jaemin stared at you while his smile grew bigger and bigger, he asked: “Now which one is it?” “I’m not answering that,” you mumbled from beneath your fingers. “No answer is an answer as well,” Jaemin singsang but luckily the low buzzing of the tattoo machine saved you from any further embarrassment… For now…   “Now hold still or I’ll actually stab you,” Johnny warned before he dipped the needle into black ink and began to trace the lines he had just drawn on with a fine needle. “Yessir,” Jaemin joked, wiggling his eyebrows.

Johnny was unusually quiet while he worked, completely tuning out the chatter of you and Jaemin about shitty professors and assignments. You were absolutely fascinated by the confidence he radiated while dragging the needle over his client’s skin. He went back and forth between two different tattoo guns and rubbed Jaemin’s skin every now and then to get rid of excess ink. Soon Jaemin’s whole upper arm was decorated with delicate flowers and leaves and Johnny leaned back to both take a deep breath while stretching his back and to look at his work. “Let’s take a break before I do the color,” he proposed, wiping down the skin. “It looks great,” you complimented his work, taking a picture for Jaemin so he could see it himself. “Damn that pain really pays off,” your friend grinned, zooming in and out of the picture before posting it to his Instagram. “Does it hurt badly?” “You get used to it,” he shrugged, not taking his eyes from his feed, “It’s more like someone continuously scratching you.” “I can show you if you want,” Johnny chimed in from where he was cleaning his tattoo gun from the black ink. “I don’t think I’m spontaneous enough for a sudden tattoo.” “Not even if I offer it for free again?” He laughed. “I’m not mentally prepared for that,” you tried to reason. “I can still show you how it feels though. Without ink.” You shyly nodded and held out your arm for him that he quickly wiped down with disinfectant when he was done putting a fresh needle into the gun. “Just don’t flinch, darling,” he softly spoke before the buzzing of his tattoo gun filled the silence. You expected it to hurt a lot more when the needle touched your skin but it really wasn’t that bad. It was an odd kind of pain you couldn’t really describe. “It’s not that bad,” you told him, looking into his beautiful brown eyes behind his glasses. “It hurts more when it’s directly on the bone or at a more tender area,” Johnny explained and turned the gun off again, bending down to look at the slightly reddened skin of your arm before chucking the used needle into the nearby trashcan. “Let’s patch that up real quick, just treat it like any other scratch.” You nodded and let the handsome man put a band-aid over it. But before you could pull your arm back again, he leaned down to press a kiss on the cloth “For a good and quick healing,” he breathed and grinned smugly when you quickly turned your head away to hide your heated face.

“When you’re done flirting, will you finally put some color into me?” Jaemin interrupted, grinning widely. “That’s what she said,” you mumbled under your breath, making Johnny chuckle. “All you need to do is ask, darling.” Before you could even wrap your mind around what the tattoo artist had just implied, he had already rolled back over to your blue haired friend to take a look at the hummingbird. “Alright let’s do this,” he grinned before wiping down the skin once more. The buzzing of a new machine filled the room and Jaemin scrunched his eyes shut when the needle dipped in turquoise ink met his skin. “This is nasty,” he complained. “Don’t be a baby,” Johnny murmured, dragging the needle over your friend’s skin that accepted the ink quickly. “You want to hold my hand?” You giggled. What you didn’t expect was for Jaemin to actually reach out to you with his unoccupied arm, making a grabby hand. “Jeno always holds my hand,” he whined. “You’re such a big baby, Nana,” you sighed but still laced your fingers together, yelping loudly when Jaemin squeezed down hard. “You said it didn’t even hurt, you big liar,” you squeezed out between gritted teeth. “You’re not the one getting stabbed,” Jaemin argued, “That shit hurts different than the black.” “It’s a different needle,” Johnny explained, “People usually say it hurts less than outlines though.” “It’s not more or less, it’s just different.” “Well it’s going to hurt more if you keep seizing up like that, relax.” “You’re one to fucking talk,” Jaemin sounded upset. “Don’t curse at me for giving you a pretty tattoo,” Johnny just said, dipping his needle into the little pot that held the color again. “Talk him through it,” the artist said to you, looking up from behind his glasses that had slipped down his nose again.

“Hey, remember that time when Donghyuck was so drunk he wanted to jump from the roof into the pool at that frat house?” You quickly said, the silly story coming to mind first. The memory made Jaemin giggle. “Jeno and Mark had so much trouble holding him back once he managed to climb out of the window,” the blue haired boy chuckled. “They were lucky they didn’t fall off.” “That would have made for an even better story though,” Jaemin laughed. “They could have hurt themselves,” you said, scandalized, “You’re hanging out with Renjun too much.” Jaemin didn’t answer, instead he just hummed and wiggled his dark eyebrows.

“Did you ever go to college?” You asked Johnny out of curiosity even though Jaemin had said that the artist preferred to keep quiet and concentrate on his work. “Do I look like I went?” He just laughed, cocking one of his stupidly perfect eyebrows at you when he looked up. “Well, I didn’t want to assume,” you shied away under his gaze. “I dropped out of high school to learn tattooing,” Johnny shared while painting Jaemin’s skin as blue as his hair, “I wasn’t good in school anyways. So art school or something wasn’t an option either. Not that I would have had any money for that.” “What made you want to pick up tattooing then?” You asked curiously. “Art usually is very temporarily and if you make a mistake, you can just erase it or paint over it with another color. Not so much with tattoos. I like that. It’s immortal as long as you don’t start shooting lasers at it.” “I’ve never thought about it like that,” you confessed. Tattooing had never seemed like art to you but that was exactly what it was. Just not on a canvas but under your skin. “Thinking about getting one now?” Jaemin teased, squeezing your hand that he still held. “I haven’t even told my parents about the piercing,” you scoffed, “They would disown me.” “Well too bad, I know a pretty good tattoo artist,” he joked and poked his tongue out. “Do you now?” Johnny asked, a grin on his lips, wiping down Jaemin’s arm before going in with a lighter color. “Yeah, he works in this shady ass shop in Itaewon and I am pretty sure you can buy drugs there as well.” “Those are not for sale,” the artist chuckled when he saw your scandalized expression. “It’s just anesthetics for certain piercing procedures, calm down doll.” “So sadly, it turns out you can’t buy drugs at their shop but it still looks shady and I’m pretty sure they’re paying part of the mafia so the police won’t come to investigate.” “I know nothing of transactions of this sort,” Johnny commented before you could get an actual heart attack. Illegally tattooing and piercing was one thing but mingling with the mafia was a whole other thing. “Anyways, he does pretty cool tattoos and pierces as well,” Jaemin continued, a grin on his lips, “Also talking male to male here, he’s pretty ripped.” At that Johnny started grinning as well. “Wanna know his name?” Jaemin asked you when Johnny turned to clean his needle and you just rolled your eyes but nodded, wondering what he was getting out of all of this. “It’s Jaehyun.” “Excuse me?” Johnny exclaimed with wide eyes when both you and your blue haired friend started laughed at his stupid joke. “This kid,” he mumbled and shook his head before putting the needle back to Jaemin’s skin who seemed to have forgotten to whine about the pain.

The rest of the appointment was spend with you and Jaemin chatting about this and that and a short video call from a red eyed Jeno who had finished his shift at the cat café and wanted to apologize and promised to buy you two dinner after you were done. “I think that’s all I can do for today,” Johnny said after he had stared at the little hummingbird for a while, “Your skin took the color well but if I do any more, I’ll stress the skin too much. I can go in another time if I need to fix anything.” Jaemin nodded, sitting up so he could inspect the colorful hummingbird in the mirror. “Wow that looks sick,” he commented, his eyes going wide, “Totally worth the pain.” “That’s what I wanna hear,” the artist grinned, grabbing some paper towels to rub the tattoo down once more. “Let me snap a picture to post.”

After both men had taken about 20 photos each, Johnny quickly wrapped Jaemin’s arm in plastic wrap, reminding him how to take care of it. “Text me for the next session, I think we could fit some pretty roses at the bottom. Maybe add a dash of color here and there or other animals,” the artist smiled, slipping the glasses off his nose, gently placing them on the table. “I’ll think about it but first I gotta slave away behind the bar to make more money,” Jaemin sighed, shrugging his jacket back on. “And you darling?” Johnny asked, putting on his confident smile again. “When will I see you again?” You just stared at him, at a loss for an answer. Did he really want to see you again? But before you could even open your mouth, Jaemin had already pulled your phone from your grasp, unlocked it and shoved it towards Johnny. “Put your number in already,” he sighed and rolled his eyes dramatically. Laughing, Johnny did as your friend had said. “Very smooth, Jaem.” “I- I guess I’ll text you,” you stuttered when Johnny gave your phone back, your fingers tingling where his touched yours. “I’ll be waiting, darling,” he winked, raking a hand through his inky strands. “Alright, time to leave, before you start drooling,” Jaemin destroyed the intense atmosphere and grabbed your arm to pull you back to the main room and out of the parlor, leaving a laughing Johnny behind in his room.

“I wasn’t even drooling, what the fuck Jaemin,” you argued when you were outside, your phone clutched to your chest. “Stop complaining, I got you his number, you should be thankful,” he just grinned, absolutely shameless, tugging you along through the little street. “I will not thank you for embarrassing me in front of him,” you pouted, unlocking your phone to confirm that Johnny had indeed put his number into the contacts with a little black heart behind his name.

“Is it too early to text him?” You asked when you and Jaemin sat in the subway on the way to his and Jeno’s dorm to take him up on his offer for food. Your friend just laughed at you, making an elderly man scowl at the two of you, who shook his head in disapproval. Well, Jaemin’s visuals didn’t help him when he acted like this in public. But as long as he didn’t care, you wouldn’t care either. “Text him after we’ve eaten,” he advised you. “Then you don’t seem as desperate as you are,” he added, which earned him a punch to his not tattooed arm.

All through dinner, Jaemin retold every embarrassing moment that happened at the tattoo parlor, making Jeno laugh so hard that he almost choked on his rice. You really needed to find new friends. These ones were just harassing you at this point. (Aside from the fact that Jaemin had indeed managed to get you Johnny’s number, you’d thank him later when he couldn’t make fun at you.)

Later that night, you laid in bed in your own dorm room, staring at the screen of your phone. Your fingers were hovering over the keyboard but you really couldn’t think of what you should text Johnny. You didn’t want to seem weird. With how confident he was, he probably did this a lot and you were too proud to make a fool of yourself. Groaning you tossed and turned in your bed for a while, still staring at the empty chat box that by now must be mocking you for your cowardice. Sighing you typed out another short message to immediately delete it again. Should you just send him a simple ‘Hi’ or ask him if he had eaten? How the rest of his day went? In moments like this you whished you were more confident in yourself.

The sound of an incoming message suddenly filled the room and made you jerk. When you saw Johnny’s name on the screen, your heart first stopped for a second before it started beating about three times as fast as it should. How did that happen? With shaking hands you unlocked the phone to see that you in fact didn’t delete the last message but accidentally send it. Luckily it wasn’t as embarrassing as it could have been and Johnny had just answered that he was glad that you had finally texted him. Before you could think of an answer he sent another text asking you why you were still awake this late when he expected you to be a ‘good girl’. You could practically hear his smirk and you couldn’t fight the heat that rose to your cheeks. You replied that you were already in bed and were about to sleep if he was concerned about your sleep pattern that honestly wasn’t the greatest ever since the semester had started. ‘Oh, sexting already’ he replied, making you shriek in embarrassment. Was this what your message had looked like? ‘You alone?’ He asked and with a furiously beating heart you answered with a simple yes.

A couple of seconds went by with no answer from him which definitely didn’t lower your anxiety before the loud sound of your ringtone tore through the silence, Johnny’s name on the display. You quickly answered it to not wake up anyone on your floor, pressing it tightly to your ear. “Hello?” “Good evening, miss,” you heard the rumble of Johnny’s voice, “Missed me already?” “You’re the one who called,” you argued, making the man on the other end of the line giggle. “That is true.” “Why did you call?” You asked curiously, shifting to lie down on your back, staring at the ceiling. “Just wanted some company. My last client just left and I’m cleaning up the shop for today, the others already left,” he explained. “Jaehyun and Taeyong?” “Yeah those two guys,” he sighed and you heard him rummaging in the background. “Is it just you three at the shop?” “Yeah, it was just me and Taeyong at first but Jaehyun is an incredibly quick learner once he had found someone who was willing to teach him a thing or two. So he quickly joined the two of us.” You just hummed, your fingers playing with your hair, unsure of what to say. It was somehow easier to talk to him like this when you couldn’t see his eyes twinkle in mischief or his lips curling up in that confident smirk. Like this he was just a boy who wanted company and not an insanely handsome, heavily tattooed man who flirted shamelessly. “Do you usually work this late?” You asked to fill the silence and out of curiosity as well. If the shop wasn’t legal there sure weren’t any laws regulating how long the artists were supposed to work. “I don’t,” Johnny laughed, “But thank you for your concern. I was just tattooing a friend for free after my last paying client left because he was in the area.” “You do that a lot? Offering up your services for free?” “Just for friends and special people, doll,” he chuckled, “Why? Are you considering getting inked after all?”

Well were you? You didn’t even know at this point. Whenever you had thought of tattoos you had only ever thought about big bold and very black lines, of skulls, names of exes on your skin forever and warped pictures of people’s faces. But never of delicate flowers, bright colors and intricate designs. Johnny had made it obvious that it was art that he was doing and that it wasn’t just some technical procedure to get color beneath your skin. “I- I don’t know,” you confessed, “I never thought much about tattoos until Jaemin started getting them.” “I thought so,” the artist chuckled, “But I bet I could design a pretty piece that would compliment you nicely.” “I don’t think I’m the type for it though,” you argued, thinking about the amount of ink on Johnny’s body and you hadn’t even seen half of it. (Not that you planned on doing so but you were curious to know if there was more hiding beneath his clothes.) “It doesn’t have to be an obvious one. Just something only you know about.” That really got you thinking. His tattoos were really delicate and you had seen that he could write in really pretty cursive. “I don’t want to pressure you into anything, darling. But if you ever want one, you know who to ask.”

“Yeah, thank you Johnny,” you murmured, lost in thought about how you would look like with multiple tattoos. “I like the way you say my name.” “You- what?” You stuttered when he caught you off guard like that, making him laugh. “You’re cute,” he said once he had calmed down. “Stop pouting,” he added when you weren’t answering. “How did you know I was?” Johnny chuckled again. “I just knew.” “Thank you for keeping me company,” he said when you hadn’t said anything in a while. “It’s alright. I like talking to you,” you confessed. You could hear a door closing and his deep chuckle on the other end of the line. “You probably hear that a lot…” you murmured, embarrassed at how the words had slipped past your lips. “I actually don’t,” Johnny said, “I appreciate the words, darling. I’m all done cleaning up now, thank you for keeping me company.” “It’s fine, no need to thank me.” “You should go sleep now, it’s already late. Sweet dreams, doll. Maybe I’ll even visit you.” “Goodnight, Johnny,” you squeaked. The last thing you heard before he ended the call was another chuckle and a hushed goodbye. Smiling widely you turned your face into your pillow to muffle the scream you let out. How could this man make your heart beat faster like that with just a few simple words? And why did this short phone call make you so happy? Sighing, you put your phone to your nightstand and cuddled tightly into your blanket, the thought of Johnny’s smooth voice guiding you to sleep where he indeed did visit you.

After that initial phone call, Johnny called you more and more often. Sometimes when he was on his lunch break and his colleagues were still working, sometimes later at night when your head was spinning from studying and he was cleaning up the shop. You two talked about your days, you complained about professors, deadlines and assignments and he told you about tattooing and his sometimes crazy clients. And every now and then Johnny would bring up his offer to tattoo you. Which made your thoughts spiral every single time. In class you would scroll through Johnny’s Instagram account, imagining what some of the intricate, more feminine designs would look like on your skin. After much consideration you definitely ruled out anything big or colorful. But something small wouldn’t hurt, right? Well it would, you would be giving him permission to stab you with an automated needle a bunch of times which in itself sounded really scary. But Jaemin’s tattoo looked nice. And after his skin had peeled, the hummingbird truly looked absolutely incredible and you couldn’t wait for him to visit the shop again to keep working on the sleeve.

So in a whim of bravery and with the help of the little glass of wine you had drank you told Johnny that he should tattoo you. “Are you for real?” He asked. “I am,” you giggled, “I’ve thought about it a lot the past weeks.” “I am honored, darling. What will it be?” “Something small and no colors please,” you told him. “That’s all you’re asking for?” “Yeah, I… I like the simple black stuff you do,” you stuttered, suddenly really nervous and unsure if this was actually a good idea. “I’ll design something that’ll match you perfectly,” Johnny promised, sounding very eager. You could hear some rummaging on his end of the line. “I could fit you in Friday evening after my last client. It won’t be too late and I need some time to come up with a design that’s worthy of being in your body.” You swallowed dryly. If you said yes, you couldn’t back out anymore. You would be getting inked. Secretly. Without telling anyone. Not to mention illegally. In a reasonably shady shop that was owned by the most gorgeous man you had ever met. Taking a deep breath, you nodded before you realized that he couldn’t see that. “I’ll be there,” you promised. “I’m looking forward to it, doll,” Johnny said before he wished you sweet dreams just like every time when he called you late at night.

The neon light in front of the door to the shop was already shut off when you arrived the next Friday late in the evening but the door gave away when you pushed it open with trembling hands after taking a deep breath. “I thought you weren’t going to come, darling, you left me waiting,” Johnny greeted you, jumping down from the counter he had sat on. He was wearing a simple black t-shirt with a little white rose design over his heart that fit him perfectly. His hair was elegantly swept back, exposing the freshly shaved part on the side. “I’m sorry,” you mumbled, fumbling with the sleeves of your hoodie. “Don’t be nervous, I’ll take good care of you,” he promised, quickly locking the front door before taking you to his room where he motioned for you to sit on the bench. “Do you trust me?” He asked, tipping your head up so you would look into his dark eyes. “I- I think I do,” you stuttered. “I won’t tell you what you’re getting,” Johnny grinned and your eyes widened in shock. “You will like it and it’s not that big.” “I’m not sure, Johnny,” you voiced your concerns but he just pressed his index finger to your lips before you could say any more. Your breath hitched and he could definitely feel your shaky exhale against his finger. “You said you trust me, doll.” Taking another shaky breath, you nodded and a smile spread over his plush lips. “I need you to take off your shirt and lie down on your left side,” he spoke, his voice casual but you could feel something shift in the air between you. At a loss for words you just nodded again and did as Johnny asked when he turned around to gather his stuff.

“Take a couple of deep breaths for me, darling,” he instructed you when he rolled over on his little stool, his glasses sitting low on his nose and his hands already gloved. “It’s going on your ribs,” he told you so you wouldn’t flinch when he quickly dragged a razor over the area before disinfecting it. “I’ll draw a quick sketch first. I don’t want to mess it up when it’s going on your beautiful skin.”  You felt the tip of his pen meet your skin in a gentle stroke, tickling your skin so you had to giggle. “Don’t make me mess this up, baby,” Johnny scolded, playfully slapping your back. “It tickles,” you pouted. “I’m trying to be gentle with you,” he said and you could hear the smile in his voice. While he was sketching, you closed your eyes, trying to figure out what he was drawing. But all you could figure out was that it was something rather small which calmed your nerves a bit.

“All done,” the tattoo artist announced after a while and quickly pulled his little side table with his tattoo gun and ink closer. When the low buzzing noise filled the air, you pressed your eyes shut even tighter, balling your hands into fists. Technically you knew it wouldn’t hurt badly, Johnny had shown you before. But you were still getting stabbed a bunch of times and fuck, you were really doing this. Letting this man put something on your body that was going to be there forever and you didn’t even know what it was going to be. “Relax, darling. I’ll be as gentle as I can be,” he promised, running a hand up and down your back. “It’s going to be on me forever,” you said. “It is. Your own personal piece of art on your body. Just for you to have.” That was a beautiful way to see it, you thought. It’s not just some pigment stabbed into your skin but art. Something unique no one else had. And Johnny would be painting it on just you for you and you alone. “Okay, let’s do this,” you breathed. “That’s my good girl,” Johnny praised and the words made your stomach twist with a feeling you didn’t want to further explore.

The pain was bearable. It was weird at first and the ribs sure hurt more than it had on your arm and the bones somehow seemed to amplify the buzzing, making it travel through your body. You had to grit your teeth when Johnny went over what seemed to be the middle part of the tattoo, where he grazed the skin in quick successions. “That hurts.” “I know, baby. But you’re almost done. You’re doing so well for me,” he soothed and gave you a small break to breathe before he went back in.

“All done, darling,” Johnny announced a little later, turning off his machine and rubbing the tattoo down with a wet paper towel. “Can I see it now?” You asked. “In a bit, keep your eyes closed,” he spoke softly and took your hands in his now ungloved ones to first guide you into a sitting position and then off the bench and over to what you assumed to be the mirror. He turned you so your side was facing the glass and put one of his big hands on your waist. It felt hot on your exposed skin and made goosebumps break out on your skin. “Open your eyes, doll.” You did and looked directly into his dark chocolate brown eyes behind his glasses. “I’m too scared to look now, is that silly?” You asked, losing yourself in his eyes and leaning towards his body that just seemed to radiate heat. “It’s beautiful, just like you,” he assured you, squeezing your waist reassuringly. After taking a deep breath, you tore your gaze away from him and turned to look at yourself in the mirror where a delicate, black chrysanthemum was awaiting you on the skin over your ribs. It indeed looked beautiful, absolutely stunning. It was small but looked so delicate and realistic and fit well with the curves of your body. “It’s stunning,” you whispered.

“Thank you, Johnny.” “No need to thank me, darling,” he chuckled and when your eyes met again, his were dark and almost hungry. “But I think I should reward you for being so good while I tattooed you.” Before you could ask what kind of reward he was talking about, he had already connected your lips in a passionate kiss and pulled your body flush against his. You couldn’t help but sigh now that you finally knew what the metal of his lip piercing felt like against your lips. Johnny was a good kisser and you were boneless in his strong grip not long after he had slipped his tongue past your lips after you had moaned into the kiss when he had started to push you backwards to the bench again, hoisting you back up. “Let me make up for the pain I’ve caused you,” he breathed against your swollen lips when you broke apart to breathe.   “Just keep kissing me like that,” you demanded, burying your hands in his soft black locks to kiss him again. He chuckled and let you dominate the kiss for a while, toying with the black ring in his lip and exploring his mouth. Meanwhile Johnny’s hands started to wander from their place on your waist down to grope at your ass, pulling you forward against him, so you could feel his growing erection between your legs which made a spark of arousal shoot through you.

“Let me make you feel good, baby,” he breathed heavily while kissing down your neck, gently taking the skin between his teeth. “Please Johnny,” you begged, feeling the arousal simmer low in your stomach. Grinning he pulled back and raked his dark eyes over your figure before making quick work of your belt and sliding your jeans along with your panties from your legs, only shortly struggling with your shoes. “It’s not Johnny now, baby,” he rasped when he kneeled down in front of you, pulling you towards him roughly, so your glistening core was exposed to him. “It’s Daddy,” he added before licking a broad stripe through your folds and flicking his tongue at your clit. You could just mewl and throw your head back in pleasure. You didn’t know that this would be such a turn on for you. “Say it, baby,” Johnny demanded, lazily dragging his tongue over your sensitive bundle of nerves. “Please Daddy,” you whimpered and you could feel his low groan vibrating against your core. He wasted no time to attach his plush lips to your clit, gently sucking and grazing his teeth over the little nub, making you mewl and shiver in pleasure. He definitely knew what he was doing, altering between stimulating your clit to the point where it almost became too much before he focused on dragging his tongue through your folds, gently prodding against your entrance before it gave away. When Johnny moaned you could feel it travel straight through you, making your head swim with pleasure. Looking down to the man kneeling in front of you, you were met with his dark eyes, staring straight up into yours. Moaning, you threaded your fingers into his soft hair and pressed his face closer to your core, not even taking the chance that he could move back. “Feels so good, Daddy,” you moaned when he spread your labia with his fingers so his tongue could dive deeper into you, stimulating your velvety walls. When he hummed it send sweet vibrations through your core and you could feel your orgasm approach almost embarrassingly fast. “Mmmh, so close Daddy.” “You wanna cum, baby?” He rasped, his hot breath fanning over your clit that he was lazily rubbing with two fingers. You bit your lip and met his dark eyes, nodding furiously. “Then beg for it, doll. I could stay here for hours,” Johnny spoke before he turned his head to mouth at your thigh, gently biting and sucking at the sensitive skin until it bruised under his ministrations. “I would just keep you right on the edge for hours until you’re a shaking mess for me, begging for release.” His lips split into a wicked grin when he saw how his dirty words affected you and he slowed his fingers on your clit until it was just enough to keep you stimulated but not enough to make the knot in your stomach snap. “Please Daddy,” you whimpered. “Please what baby?” He rested his head on your thigh, looking up at you from innocent eyes as if he wasn’t driving you insane with just his fingers. “What is it beautiful?” He repeated the question, replacing his fingers with his tongue. “You wanna cum?” “Yes please,” you whined, grinding your hips against his tongue to get more friction. “Well if you ask so nicely…” Johnny immediately slipped two fingers inside you with almost no resistance from how ridiculously wet you were and began pumping them in and out of your core fast, crooking them to search for your sweet spot. “Come on baby,” he growled, locking eyes with you again when he closed his lips around your clit. Almost screaming his name, you came hard when his fingers finally found your sweet spot, rubbing at it mercilessly to help you ride out your orgasm. Your thighs were shaking and you fell back onto the bench, the leather sticking to your back where you just laid for a while, your head spinning, breathing heavily.

“You look gorgeous like that,” Johnny complimented you, when he got back up from the floor, raking his clean hand through the mess that was his hair before he shamelessly took his fingers that were covered in your essence into his mouth, sucking them clean. Through half lidded eyes you could see the way he was still straining against the fabric of his jeans and the sight made your mouth water. “You’re still hard,” you said breathless.   “I am,” he said matter of factly. You wordlessly let your thighs fall open for him, exposing your core to him. “Oh baby,” Johnny cursed, pressing the heel of his palm against his bulge, “As much as I want to fuck you right now, you still have a fresh tattoo, doll.” “Please, Johnny, I want it,” you begged. “Shh, baby,” he soothed you rubbing a hand over your thigh, “Let me dress that tattoo and then I’ll take you upstairs to fuck you on an actual bed like you deserve.” You nodded, amazed by his amount of self-control.

Johnny worked quickly and efficiently: Cleaning your tattoo one last time before putting some ointment on it to keep it moisturized. At last he gently taped down a small sheet of plastic foil to keep it safe. “All done, beautiful,” he spoke before pecking your lips, “You still want to come upstairs with me?” “Yes Daddy,” you answered and you swore you could see his eyes darken just from the word alone. “Hold on tightly,” he ordered before scooping you up into his arms, holding you up by your thighs. Squealing you quickly wrapped your arms and legs around him, holding on tightly. “I’ll get your clothes before we open up tomorrow,” he mumbled when he carried you through the back door of the shop that lead to a dusty staircase. You pressed your body closer to his, nuzzling your face into his neck where the smell of his cologne was the strongest, to have some of his warmth seep into your skin when you started to shiver from the cold air. Lazily you let your lips travel over his skin, sucking a mark next to a splash of ink.

Johnny quickly grabbed the keys to his apartment’s door from atop of the doorframe (not really safe) and unlocked his door while holding you up with just one of his arms, the display of strength making your head spin. With quick steps he crossed the way to his bed and gently laid you down on the soft sheets, immediately crawling on top of you, crowding you against the mattress. “I knew you would look good in my bed,” he rasped, kissing your neck while his hands made quick work of the bra that you were still wearing for some reason. “You’re gorgeous, doll,” he breathed after he had sat up on his knees, looking down at you with dark eyes, his big hands roaming your body. Feeling shy under all the attention and compliments he was giving you, you tried to hide your face behind your fingers but he wasn’t having any of it, quickly grabbing your wrists in one hand to pin them above your head. “Don’t hide from me baby. Daddy wants to see how much you’re enjoying yourself.” You could just nod, trying to force down the whimper that almost spilled past your lips, he hadn’t even done much yet and you were already feeling arousal pulse through your veins. “I couldn’t hear your answer,” Johnny teased, gently grabbing one of your boobs to massage the soft flesh. “Yes, Daddy.” “That’s my good girl,” he grinned, releasing your wrists to slip his T-Shirt over his head, revealing his strong chest where the eagle majestically spread its wings and the hard lines of his abs. “Like what you see?” He asked smugly, climbing off the bed to unbuckle his belt and slip his jeans off his narrow hips, revealing strong, muscled thighs. One of them was covered with the face of a growling panther while the other was decorated with a colorful koifish tattoo that disappeared beneath the fabric of his dark boxers that were doing very little to hide a prominent bulge. “Let me,” you breathed and crawled over to hook your thumbs into the waistband. But before you pulled them down, you pressed a couple of kisses to the cherry blossom branch tattoo that seemed to stretch from his back over his hipbone and further down, mingling with the koi tattoo further down. With every centimeter of skin you exposed, more ink from the blossoms became visible and you kissed every single one of the delicate flowers. When his length finally sprang free, you had to swallow dryly: His cock was huge and hung heavy between his legs. Licking your lips you looked up to him, to find him grinning down at you. “Go to town, baby.”

He didn’t need to tell you twice, you were itching to feel his heavy weight on your tongue. You pressed a sweet kiss to his tip before placing a hand at the base only to find him surprisingly soft as you experimentally pumped your hand once. “It takes a while for it to get fully hard,” he groaned when you moved your hand up and down his shaft a couple of times, feeling it pulse beneath your fingers. Damn if he wasn’t even fully hard, how big would he be if he was? Holding him at the base, you licked a broad stripe up the whole length before you swiped your tongue around the pink head, pulling another groan from Johnny’s lips. Taking a deep breath, you finally took him in your mouth and hollowed your cheeks, tasting his skin. The weight on your tongue felt just right and you couldn’t help but moan as you slowly started to take more and more of him until you felt him hit the back of your throat. Shit, you were barely able to fit half of his length in your mouth like this. “You’re so big,” you moaned when you pulled off of him with a wet pop, spreading your saliva down the shaft with both of your hands. Johnny just hummed and grabbed a handful of your hair to shove your mouth back onto his dick. He cursed when the velvety heat surrounded him again and gently began to thrust in and out your mouth. “Fuck you look so good with my cock in your mouth,” he breathed heavily. You could only moan where your lips were stretched around his length and hollow your cheeks when he pulled out, the grip he had on your hair keeping you in place while he snapped his hips. “Shit baby,” Johnny cursed when he pulled out, panting while he rested the head of his cock on your outstretched tongue. “I could cum like this.” You whined pathetically, looking up at him with pleading eyes. He chuckled and gently slapped his cock against your lips, smearing them with precum. “But you don’t want that, don’t you, baby? You want my cock inside you? Stretching you out?” “Yes Daddy, please. I need it so bad,” you blabbered, not even knowing where those words were coming from but you seemed to have said the right thing with how Johnny’s dick twitched in his hand.

“Then get on your hands and knees for me, baby. Ass up.” It was almost comically how fast you complied, baring yourself to him. “Such a good girl,” he praised, grabbing your asscheeks to knead and pull them apart. “Beautiful.” “Please Daddy,” you begged him, arching your back further. “Patience baby,” he chuckled. A frustrated groan got stuck in your throat and turned into a drawn out whine when he pushed two of his fingers inside you, pumping them quickly and curling them to find your sweet spot again. Soon two fingers became three and he had reduced you to a moaning mess with how he abused your sweet spot once he had found it again. “You think you’re ready for my cock, baby?” “Yes. Oh god, yes please,” you begged while shamelessly grinding back on his fingers that he had stilled inside of you. “Spread your cheeks for me,” he ordered while quickly grabbing a condom from his bedside table and rolling it onto his cock. Balancing your weight on your knees and shoulders, you reached around yourself to pull your asscheeks apart so Johnny could see your core clenching around nothing. “You’re such a good girl for me,” he rasped, running his palm along the curve of your body while lazily thrusting his cock through your folds, making it glisten with your essence. Finally you could feel him nudging at your entrance with the thick head of his cock. “You want it, baby?” “Yes please Daddy,” you gasped, trying hard to be good and not grind back against him. “You’re such a good girl for me,” he chuckled, “And good girls get what they want if they ask so politely.” With that he finally sank into you in one agonizingly slow thrust until you could feel his hip bones press against your skin. You had to screw your eyes shut and bite your lip to suppress a whimper. You had never felt so full before.

“Fuck baby, you’re so tight,” Johnny groaned, grabbing you by the dip of your waist with his big hands, grinding you on his cock. “I’m so full, Daddy,” you gasped when he slowly pulled out until only the head of his cock was inside you before he languidly thrust back in. “Yeah? You like that? Being stuffed full of my cock?” You could only moan and nod where your head was pressed into the sheets. His cock was so big that it seemed to press against every good spot that was inside you, setting your nerve endings on fire, the pain from being stretched like that only adding to your pleasure. “You‘re sucking me right back in baby,” he cursed and gripped your waist harder, pulling you back on his cock as he picked up the pace, low groans falling from his lips. Your moans got progressively louder and louder the faster Johnny snapped his hips. “Hands behind your back, baby,” he ordered panting and immediately grabbed both your wrists in his hands to use them as leverage so he could fuck into you faster, the change of angle and pace making you moan his name. Your head was swimming with pleasure and you could only moan and mewl beneath him, imagining how he would bite his lip while watching his dick disappear inside you over and over again, stretching out the delicate skin of your sex. “God baby, your ass looks amazing,” Johnny groaned, praise after praise falling from his lips that reduced you to a moaning mess.

With one particularly hard thrust he buried himself to the hilt inside you and draped his body over yours, his hot breath fanning over your face when he spoke, a deep rumble in his chest while grinding his dick right against your sweet spot that had you seeing colors behind your closed eyes. “Wanna see you bounce on my dick, doll. Can you do that for me?” Taking a deep breath, you nodded. Your ability to form coherent sentences had left you as soon as he had begun to fuck you in earnest. “You’re such a good girl,” he purred and gently pulled out, making you whimper from the loss. You felt the bed dip next to you and when you opened your eyes, you were met with Johnny’s pleased smirk as he leaned against the headboard of the bed, his cock resting against his hip, too heavy to properly stand up and you couldn’t stop another whimper. “Come on baby, I know you want it,” he grinned, crooking a finger in a ‘come closer’ motion. Dragging your limbs from beneath you with great effort, you climbed onto his lap, immediately claiming his lips in a messy kiss. You buried your hands in his stupidly perfect hair to mess it up and tug at the inky strands, causing Johnny to moan into the kiss. “Hmm, my baby is feisty,” he chuckled when he broke the kiss, the pupils of his dark eyes blown so wide that they seemed almost black. “But you promised me to ride my dick,” he reminded you. “And I’m gonna,” you slurred, reaching between your bodies to grab his cock, giving it a couple of strokes. “But turn around for me baby. Wanna see how much my fat cock is going to stretch you out,” he rasped, playfully biting your lips. “But I want to see you too,” you complained. “Oh you can,” he grinned and pointed over your shoulder. You reluctantly turned around before you saw what he meant. Right across from the bed was a big mirror and you gasped because of how fucked out you already looked. A couple of tears had rolled down your cheeks and messed up your makeup and your lipstick was smeared around your lips.

You carefully grabbed Johnny’s cock again and held it steady so you could sink down on him, watching yourself in the mirror until you sat snug on his lap and had to close your eyes because the feeling was so overwhelming. He felt even bigger like that. “You okay, baby?” He asked, grabbing your hips tightly to help you swivel them on his cock, making it press into your walls just how you liked it. “How does your cock feel even bigger like this?” You gasped as you leaned forward and slowly started to ride him at first to get used to his size and figure out the best angle for you. Your legs shook with the effort to keep your rhythm but the look Johnny had on his face, his eyes glued to where you two were connected, made it worth it. Suddenly a wicked grin spread on his lips and he snapped his hips up when you lowered yourself again, tearing loud moans from both of you. “Fuck, do that again,” you demanded when you raised your hips again. “What’s the magic word?” Johnny teased, holding you up so you wouldn’t drop down again. “Please, Daddy.” Groaning he started to snap his hips up every time you ground down on him, making your skin slap together with an obscene noise.

God you wanted to die on his dick. “Do you now?” Johnny laughed. Shit did you say that out loud? “Want to feel how deep it goes inside you?” He rasped, wrapping his strong arms around your waist. You went lax in his hold and mewled helplessly. Who knew that a little display of strength and a big dick were such turn ons for you that your brain was reduced to mush. Grinning he carefully pulled you up and against his chest and draped your legs over his after he had planted his feet firmly onto the mattress. “Watch, baby,” he ordered as he lifted you off of him until only the tip was barely inside you anymore before letting you drop down again. You mewled and thrashed in his hold, the feeling just on the edge of too much. Feeling him deep inside you was one thing but actually seeing it was a whole other thing and it messed with your head. Curiously you pressed your hand down on your lower stomach when Johnny had started to piston his hips up into you instead of dropping you down onto his cock every time and you swore you could feel him move inside you. A drawn out curse left your lips and you threw your head back onto his shoulder.

With the way he was snapping his hips up you could feel your orgasm approach at lightning speed and you were so far gone that you shamelessly reached between your legs to stimulate your clit. “Fuck baby, you’re so hot like this,” Johnny groaned, grinding his dick inside you as you quickly rubbed your clit, toeing right on the edge. “Please Daddy,” you cried out, not sure what you were even begging for. “You gonna cum on my cock?” He rasped, snapping his hips harshly, “Wrapped around my big cock stretching you out like this?” You nodded your head furiously, your eyes screwed shut. You were so close that you could already feel your toes curling. “Show me baby. Show Daddy how good his cock makes you feel.” That’s what pushed you over the edge, the way he was panting in your ear, his voice strained from how he was drilling into you. The coil in your stomach snapped and you almost screamed his name, your body curling inwards and thighs shivering as your orgasm washed over you, making a bunch of colors explode behind your lids. In the back of your mind you registered Johnny’s curses and how he was grinding his cock inside you to help you ride out your orgasm. “Such a good girl,” he praised when your body went lax on top of him, your chest heaving with heavy breaths. You briefly wondered if you had ever cum this hard and you couldn’t think of any other time. “Thank you Daddy,” you panted, turning your face to press a messy kiss to his plush lips that were bitten raw. He chuckled lowly when you whimpered when his still hard cock shifted when you tried to turn around.

“Will you let me fuck you for a little longer, baby?” He asked, running a hand through your sweaty hair. Instead of answering him, you lifted yourself off his dick to turn around on his lap, capturing his lips again. “Want you to ruin me,” you whispered between kisses, “Want you to ruin me for any other men. Want to only remember how you feel inside of me.” Johnny growled deep in his chest before he pushed you down onto the bed, hungrily licking into your mouth. “You’re the one who is ruining me,” he panted, rising to his knees. He quickly grabbed your legs and threw them over his shoulders before he sank into you again with a low groan. This time he didn’t waste any time with building up the pace and immediately snapped his hips harshly, chasing his own orgasm. “You’re taking me so well, baby,” he panted, folding your thighs to your chest so he could push into you even deeper, making you see stars with how he was nailing your sweet spot with the new angle. And even though you had just cum, you felt another orgasm build inside your stomach. A row of curses left Johnny’s lips when he could watch his dick slide in and out of you again and he gripped your thighs so hard you were sure you’d have bruises there tomorrow. But that was something you’d worry about later, right now your world was only made up of the handsome man with his huge cock that was currently rearranging your guts with how vigorously he was snapping his hips, making your skin slap together with lewd sounds.

“I’m gonna cum baby,” Johnny grunted, his hips losing their rhythm. “On me,” you managed to choke out, still lost in your own pleasure. Another groan left his bitten lips before he quickly pulled out and ripped the condom off, jerking his cock with quick strokes, his eyes fixed to yours. All it took was a couple of jerks before he threw his head back and you could see his abdominal muscles contract before the first burst of white hot cum spurted from his dick and covered your chest and stomach. With parted lips he stroked himself through his orgasm, milking rope after rope from his cock until he hissed with overstimulation. “Fuck,” he cursed before giggling when he saw the mess he had made of you, his cum dripping from your boobs and running down your stomach. He cursed again before claiming your lips. “You want to cum one last time, baby?” “Please Daddy,” you whined, spreading your legs further for him. “My good girl,” he sighed, sinking two fingers into your heat, quickly crooking them to stimulate your sweet spot while his thumb was putting sweet pressure on your clit, making you thrash beneath him. “You look so good covered in my cum,” he rasped before he kissed you harshly to swallow your moans and cries of pleasure. You desperately held on to his shoulders, breaking the kiss when your head was spinning from the lack of oxygen. While speeding up his fingers, Johnny began sucking bruises low on your neck and over the soft skin of your cleavage. “Shit, I’m gonna-“ you didn’t get to finish your sentence because right that moment he had sucked one of your nipples into his mouth which was just enough to send you over the edge for a third time that night, your lips parted in a silent scream of his name and your thighs shaking and closing around the handsome man kneeling between them. “That’s my good girl,” he praised breathily and gently rocked his fingers to help you ride out your orgasm before he pulled them out, instead winding his strong arms around your body, holding you to his inked chest.

For a while he just held you close, not caring that his cum was now also stuck to his chest. “Fuck that was a lot,” you chuckled, burying your face in the crook of his neck, inhaling his calming scent. “Not what you thought would happen when you get a free tattoo?” Johnny softly spoke, carding his hand through your messy hair. “Not at all.” Another question was burning inside your head but you were too scared to ask it. You didn’t want to push him and ruin the mood. “I should clean you up and see if that tattoo is still okay. Then we can cuddle, alright?” The tattoo artist said before he detangled your bodies from one another to get up from the bed. He looked around on the floor for a cloth and you could finally see where the cherry blossoms on his hip were coming from. A big samurai was stretched over half his back, surrounded by the pinkish blossoms. It seemed like it wasn’t a complete piece yet, the samurai staring at the still untouched skin of Johnny’s left shoulderblade. “Your back tattoo is really pretty,” you mumbled to fill the silence while Johnny was wiping his chest clean before he gently did the same to you, taking extra caution when looking at your still fresh tattoo. “Thank you,” he smiled, pressing a kiss to your forehead, the metal of his piercing feeling warm on your skin, “We should change that foil real quick.” You just nodded and let him do his work, exhaustion settling into your bones.

“Do you do this with all your clients?” Shit. You hadn’t meant to ask that, the question had just slipped your lips and you could feel Johnny freeze where he was dressing your tattoo again before he secured the last piece of tape. He sighed and slipped beneath the covers, pulling you against his chest, so you could listen to his heartbeat. “Not all of them,” he answered eventually, “I haven’t slept with a client in a while. It happens sometimes but usually I don’t think much about it.” “And now you do?” He just hummed nonchalantly, playing with your hair. “They usually don’t come back after I fuck them.” He paused, holding his breath. “Will you come back?” Your heart started to race and you could feel a bright smile spreading over your lips. “For more free tattoos and piercings?” “Oh, yeah, I guess,” he sounded so deflated, the confident tattoo artist suddenly gone. “You idiot,” you giggled, pillowing your head on his sternum so he could see the smile on your lips, “I like you Johnny. I’ll come back if you want me to.” Now he was also smiling, his features softening. “Don’t make jokes like that, my heart is fragile,” he joked, wrapping you up in his strong arms.  

“Which one was your first one?” You asked him when the silence between you stretched while you traced the scales of the dragon that wound around his arm. “My first tattoo?” Johnny shifted around for a while before he showed you his other arm that had all kinds of different designs on it, some in bright colors, some strictly black. “That little guy over here,” he said with a smile on his lips and pointed to a little sunflower at the bend of his elbow, “To remind me to always look at the sun, at the bright side of life.” “It’s cute,” you breathed, touching the yellow petals. “And then it went downhill from there,” he chuckled, “It’s addicting.” “Let’s hope I can stay abstinent.” “What a shame, I’d love to cover you in my art,” Johnny confessed, tilting your face up so he could claim your lips in a kiss. “Maybe one or two more,” you breathed in between kisses, making him chuckle against your lips.

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Hi-!! Can I get Kenma HCs? 👉👈

Okay so I wasn’t sure if you meant general ‘Kenma just being Kenma’ HCs or relationship HCs so I did both I also added a lil imagine at the end 😺 (this isn’t fully proof read but there should be small mistakes only)

Requests are open!

When you and Kenma first got together, he was genuinely surprised how little you cared about how other people felt about you guys together

He’d always feel insecure when the sly remarks like ‘Wow Y/N and Kenma? I never imagined.’ Or ‘Y/N is probably just with him out of pity.’ would be whispered around him

Just every jab someone could get out they said it loud enough for him to hear it.

But by the time he’d try to ignore what they’re saying and think about it later, your either cussing them out, ignoring them, or ignoring them and kissing him instead

And Kenma wasn’t complaining

He wasn’t a fan of PDA other then holding hands but there are acceptions (ahem^) But most of the time he’s only hugging you when he as small anxiety attacks in public

Kenma has mostly oversized hoodies and tends to pick at his sleeves when he gets nervous so just know when you steal his hoodies be careful

If you get one of the loose strings caught on something that hoodie is becoming threads in seconds.

He really likes it if you play with his hands of fingers, or when he’s gaming if you wrap your legs from behind him and just be there together he really enjoys it

But don’t lay in his lap because he will bonk you on the head on accident if he rages

Without even realizing it Kenma sometimes goes on about you to Kuroo or Hinata, but by the time he realizes it he blushes at the smug looks on their faces

One time you face planted and Kenma laughed so hard he lost his voice, but I kind of ended up good because he cuddled with you the entire healing time

When you want to go outside with him it’s either shopping, looking for new games, or talking while bumping a volleyball over to each other

Sometimes you’d catch Kenma randomly scrunching his nose up while you’re about to sleep to in class while you guys are doing your work

You didn’t know why he did it until he told you that he’d think about something he regretted and he just:

Kenma regularly FaceTimes you, Kuroo, or Hinata or all of you at once to talk about a game release he’s really excited for

When he teaches you how to play a game he will either sit next to you or have his arms wrapped around you. Softly telling what buttons to press and what to do.

And once you get the hang of a game, one day he’ll just wake up and choose violence, deciding to troll the hell out of you just to get a reaction (silent cackling Kenma intestifies)

You and Kenma made a discord server together for the Nekoma team so you guys could talk regularly or just schedule hangouts

Ok but I feel like Kenma would be with someone who radiates the same energy as Hinata or Kuroo. Or someone who has both. Orrr on the other side of the spectrum where he’s with someone that’s just like ‘Whatever happens, happens.’

I mean, of course not exactly like them but Kenma is friends with both of them for a reason-

I feel like it’s canon the Kenma just glares at Lev from time to time for Lev just being...Lev, but when he gets with you it happens more often because Lev always makes it his goal to see you laugh or talk to you constantly

In which Kenma gets jealous and silently tells Yaku he slacking off

This mans is a silent menace to society and he does not care

Ok I also feel like sometimes he’d take you to a new cafe that just opened, get the most sweetest or most bitter thing there, and let you have it just to mess with you.

His way to ask you for affection is when he’d just kind of stand there next to you like ‘🧍😺’ Or just kind of expects you to initiate it in general

But when you start to do it less and less, Kenma feels like you both are starting to feel more like friends than lovers

So when you kind of leave him alone suddenly, he thinks he did something wrong and tries to make it up himself

Your eyes we’re getting tired of the flashing screen. The vibrant colors clashing and moving quickly. You blink, getting out of the trance the TV screen pulled you in. You were starting to see why Kenma got so addicted to this game. You felt your stomach rumble. You groaned a little, not wanting to leave the warm blanket wrapped around you, but feeling your stomach rumble again, you sigh and unwinded yourself from the heat, and made your way to the kitchen. Kenma felt movement but ignored it, thinking it was just you getting comfortable. But when he didn’t hear your small cheers or nudges when he won the round he looked back to see you’re not there. Slight panic rose in him. He shrugged it off at first. Though his thoughts started to get to him. Were you getting bored of him? Did you feel ignored? Wait...did you leave?

Kenma paused the game, and was out of the room in seconds. He made his way downstairs in a hurry, but instead he breathed a sigh of relief. You were rummaging through the fridge. Probably looking for something quick, but his parents haven’t went shopping so he knew it was nothing there. An idea came to his head, covering half of his face with his hand. He pursed his lips and hoped he didn’t embarrass himself.

As you were raiding looking through the fridge, you heard a small ‘fuck it’ and felt arms wrap around your waist. You looked back in shock, essentially freezing on the spot as you looked at him dumbfounded. And to be fair Kenma almost never initiated physical contact. So you just kind of looked at him. You were kind of taking in this moment. Kenma stopped breathing, his face flushed. It turning red, going down his neck.

“I-I’m sorry, that was stupid, you probably hated that. I-“

Kenma grimanced and hid his face, rushing back up to his room. You called out to him but the door was already closed when you did. You sighed in annoyance at yourself. Quickly making your way up not that long after him. You placed a hand over your heart when the door wasn’t locked. You looked into the room lit by the bright TV screen to see a hump under the fluffy cat themed blanket on the bed. You slap a hand over your mouth to keep yourself from laughing. Instead you crawl onto the bed, stopping right by him. Rubbing his back, he jumped at your touch then seemingly sinking further into the mattress.

“Ken? I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to not respond, it’s just you usually don’t start a hug I got so surprised.”

A moment of silence passed, you hear a huff, he scooted away from you. You couldn’t help the small smile that made its way onto your face, you took out your phone, snapping a picture. You laugh into your hand but go back to rubbing his back.

“Aww c’mon Ken don’t be like this, I’m sor-“

“I should be saying sorry, it’s not your fault. You probably didn’t like my scrawny arms around you anyway...I’ve also not been talking to you as much as I should and you probably hate me.”

You deadpanned at him, then yanked the blanket off him. You swore your heard a small squeal but decided to ignore it. “Y’know, you said a lot of ‘probables’. Stop assuming things without talking to me, you know I love you. I won’t ever judge you like that Kenma. Plus I expected you to be like this when we got into it in the first place. I wouldn’t get with someone I’m not attracted to Ken. So stop all that insecure stuff before I kiss it out of you.” Kenma face heated up at that, he looked anywhere but you, flustered that you said it with such confidence. You placed a hand onto his cheek. He looked shocked at first, but it was replaced by a small smile adorning his pretty features, he gently caressed your hand.

But you ultimately decided to ruin the moment when you flicked his forehead as you got up.

“Alright get your dorito dust headass up cause we’re gonna order takeout.”

Kenma held his forehead, giving you a playful glare, pouting afterwards. He got up off the bed, grabbing his phone and heading downstairs. “Whatever get your hungry ass down here so we can order something.”

“Kenma you- ugh”

Kenma felt a smile tug at his lips as you continued to bicker throughout the time you were ordering.

Hey 😺. Seriously, I enjoyed this request so I’d love to do more of these. The dorito dust insult came from a friend who just started Haikyuu and that’s what she said and it had me cackling so there you go. But enjoy some cute Kenma HCs. I was gonna make it angsty but I forgot to do Valentines so🤸 Also I did more HCs to make up for bad 3am imagine but 🤠

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