#it was hard to find the right way to make the neon colors here pop tbh! idk if i did her looks justice here

[fantasticalleigh]

F E E L T H E G L O W !

i've been sitting on this one for weeks waiting to post. and i really hoped i could post it in celebration of her winning over Nia but then Tiffany cashed in T_T

[calypso-rt]

01 | acts of service

| one | | two | | three | | four | | five |

and how Rafe shows it

-> Rafe x F!Reader

Rafe Notices Things

The morning air is crisp, the kind that makes you want to curl back into bed and forget responsibilities exist. But life doesn’t work that way, so here you are: half-asleep, wrapped in a hoodie, trudging toward your car with coffee in one hand and your bag slipping off your shoulder.

You slide into the driver’s seat with a sigh, reaching for your keys. The second you turn the ignition, your brain finally registers something is off.

The gas tank.

It’s full.

That’s impossible.

You distinctly remember last night: running late, exhausted, and fully intending to stop for gas but ultimately deciding, Eh, future me will deal with it. Well, future you is here, and somehow… the problem is already solved.

Your eyebrows furrow as you pull out your phone. You definitely didn’t fill up the tank. There’s only one person who could have.

You: You filled my gas tank?

The three dots pop up immediately.

Rafe: You run on fumes. Got tired of watching.

You roll your eyes, even as something warm unfurls in your chest.

You: You’re so dramatic. Rafe: You’re so irresponsible.

You bite your lip, suppressing a smile. Before you can reply, another text comes through.

Rafe: Check the glove compartment.

You do, confused, until your fingers brush against something small and familiar. Pulling it out, you find a pack of your favorite gum, a brand you only ever remember to buy after you’ve already run out.

Your heart does a weird little flip.

You: Are you stalking me? Rafe: If I was, I’d be charging you for all these services, sweetheart.

You huff, tucking the gum into your pocket.

You: Thanks, I guess.

You can feel his smirk through the phone.

You: Just don’t make this a habit, Cameron. Rafe: Too late.

You shake your head, start your car, and drive off. And even though you won’t say it, you spend the entire ride smiling.

Because maybe, you kind of like it.

...

Rafe the Protector

The festival is insane.

It had been fine at first: the air buzzing with energy, music thrumming through the ground, neon lights painting the night in a kaleidoscope of color. You’d been laughing, drink in hand, caught up in the electric joy of it all.

But then, somewhere between one act ending and another beginning, the crowd shifted.

People pushed in from all sides, bodies jostling, voices blending into an overwhelming roar. You lost track of where you were, of where anyone was. One second, Rafe had been right beside you, and the next...

He’s gone.

Your chest tightens.

You don’t panic easily. You don’t do helpless. But right now, all you can see is a sea of strangers, pressing in too close, blocking every path, and—

A hand wraps firmly around your wrist.

You flinch, but before the fear can fully hit, a voice cuts through the noise.

“Hey, hey—got you.”

Rafe.

The relief is instant, crashing over you like a wave. He’s there, standing solid and steady in front of you, his grip grounding, reassuring.

“I—” Your voice falters. You hadn’t realized just how hard your heart was pounding until now.

He doesn’t let go. Instead, he shifts closer, his other hand pressing lightly against your back, guiding you in. “You okay?” His voice is low, only meant for you.

You nod quickly, swallowing against the tightness in your throat. “Yeah, I just—”

“Got caught up.” He finishes for you, watching you closely. “I know.”

The crowd surges again, another rush of bodies pushing past. Instinctively, you grab onto him this time. Rafe doesn’t hesitate. His arm slides fully around you, pulling you in against him, a barrier between you and the chaos.

“We’re getting out of here,” he says, tone leaving no room for argument.

You let him lead.

He doesn’t shove or fight his way through, just moves with quiet confidence, navigating the crowd effortlessly. And the whole time, he doesn’t let go.

Not even when you’re finally in the clear, standing at the edge of the festival grounds where the air is easier to breathe.

Not even when you should let go, when the moment has passed.

Instead, he looks down at you, brows slightly furrowed. “You good now?”

You exhale, nodding. “Yeah. Thanks.”

His thumb brushes absently over the back of your hand before he finally, reluctantly, lets go.

“Don’t mention it,” he mutters, like it wasn’t a big deal. Like he didn’t just anchor you when you needed it most.

You don’t mention it.

But later that night, long after the festival has ended, you’ll still remember the feeling of his hand in yours.

...

Rafe the Caretaker

It starts with a knock.

A sharp, insistent knock that makes you groan because moving right now feels impossible. You’re bundled under a mountain of blankets, head throbbing, nose stuffed, body aching in that feverish way that makes everything miserable.

You ignore it.

But then, the door opens anyway.

“Seriously?” Your voice is hoarse, but it’s all the protest you can manage as Rafe strides in, arms full of stuff.

“Did you think I wasn’t gonna show up?” He kicks the door shut behind him, setting his haul down on your nightstand.

You blink at the pile: medicine, soup from that overpriced deli he likes, some kind of fancy tea that looks like it belongs in a wellness spa. There’s even a bottle of Gatorade, your favorite flavor.

You sniffle. “How did you even know I was sick?”

Rafe rolls his eyes, tugging off his jacket. “You think I don’t notice when you don’t text me back?”

You had gone suspiciously radio silent, but still. “That doesn’t mean you had to—”

“Yes, it does,” he interrupts, giving you a pointed look. “Because you suck at taking care of yourself.”

You scowl. “I do not.”

“You do,” he counters easily, already unpacking the medicine. “And now, I’m in charge.”

You open your mouth to argue, but it’s useless. Rafe’s already grabbed the thermometer, tapping the end of it checking if it works.

“Open up.”

You glare. “I’m not a child.”

“You’re sick.” His expression is flat, but there’s something undeniably soft about it. Like even if he’s being bossy about it, he actually cares.

You grumble but let him take your temperature anyway.

When he sees the number, he mutters something under his breath—probably cursing you for not calling him sooner—before reaching for the cold medicine.

“You’re taking this.” He hands you the dose. “Then drinking all of that tea.”

You eye the steaming cup warily. “That looks disgusting.”

“Yeah, well, deal with it.” He shoves the cup into your hands, then grabs the extra blanket from the chair and drapes it over you.

You blink up at him. “Are you tucking me in right now?”

Rafe scoffs. “Shut up.” But he still pulls the blanket snug around your shoulders, knuckles grazing your cheek as he checks your forehead.

His hand is warm. Gentle. You lean into it without thinking.

Rafe stills for half a second, then just shakes his head, muttering, “Pathetic.” But his voice is softer than before.

He stays.

Puts on some terrible daytime TV. Grumbles about your taste in shows. Forces you to eat the soup even when you insist you’re not hungry.

And at some point, when you’re drifting in and out of sleep, you feel the weight of him settle beside you on the bed, his arm slung over the back of your pillows like he belongs there.

“You better not get sick,” you mumble, voice thick with exhaustion.

Rafe huffs out a laugh. “Yeah, yeah.”

But he doesn’t move.

And when you wake up later, still feverish but a little less miserable, he’s still there, fast asleep, head tilted back against the headboard.

As if taking care of you was the most natural thing in the world.

...

When it Really Matters

It’s one of those days.

The kind where everything is too much. Where your brain feels like it’s short-circuiting from exhaustion, stress pressing into your ribs like a vice. You’re running on fumes, eyes stinging from holding back frustrated tears, and the idea of dealing with one more thing makes your stomach churn.

So you don’t text him.

You don’t call.

You just sit there, curled up in the dim light of your apartment, staring blankly at the pile of unfinished work on your desk, the notifications stacking up on your phone, the way your hands shake just a little from how tense you are.

Then there’s a knock.

A familiar one. Steady. Insistent.

You don’t answer, but the door opens anyway.

And there he is.

Rafe takes one look at you and his whole expression shifts. The teasing, the smug confidence, all of it softens into something quieter. Something only you get to see.

He doesn’t say anything.

He just sets a takeout bag on the table, tosses your phone onto the couch to silence the endless buzzing, and then crouches down in front of you.

“You ate today?”

You try to lie, but your silence gives you away.

Rafe exhales through his nose, shaking his head, but he doesn’t scold you. Doesn’t tease. He just grabs the takeout bag, pulls out the food, and sets it in front of you like it’s not up for debate.

“I’m not hungry,” you murmur.

Rafe doesn’t even blink. “Don’t care.”

Your lip wobbles. You hate that it wobbles.

His brows pinch together, and then he’s shifting forward, arms hooking under your knees and around your back before you can protest.

“Rafe—”

“Shh.” He lifts you effortlessly, carrying you over to the couch and settling you in his lap, wrapping you up in his arms like it’s second nature. Like he’s done this before.

And you don’t even fight it.

You should. Should push him away, should pretend you don’t need this. Shouldn’t let yourself sink into him like he’s the only thing keeping you from unraveling.

But you do.

You fist your hands in his shirt, bury your face in the crook of his neck.

And he just holds you.

One hand rubs slow, soothing circles on your back. The other tucks into your hair, fingertips pressing into your scalp in a way that makes you melt.

“You don’t have to say anything,” he murmurs, voice low and steady. “Just breathe, alright?”

You inhale. Shaky, uneven.

Rafe’s arms tighten.

And for the first time all day, you finally exhale.

...

Realizing this is Love

It sneaks up on you.

Not in some grand, sweeping declaration. Not in the way you’ve always imagined love would feel.

No.

It happens in the little things.

Like now.

You’re sitting on Rafe’s couch, bundled up in one of his hoodies, the sleeves swallowing your hands as you watch him move around the kitchen. He’s grumbling under his breath, muttering something about how you never stock anything useful in your fridge, rummaging through the cabinets like he owns the place.

It’s nothing new.

Rafe has a habit of doing things without being asked: grabbing your keys when you forget them, keeping a water bottle in his car because he knows you never bring one, making sure you actually eat even when you insist you’re fine.

And it’s so effortless. So casual.

But tonight, something about it hits differently.

Because this isn’t just him being overprotective. This isn’t just him being stubborn or bossy or playing some game.

This is just… him.

And it always has been.

The realization settles in your chest like a slow, warm ache.

Rafe comes back with a plate, nothing fancy, just toast with the exact amount of butter you like, because of course he knows that. He sets it on the coffee table and flops down next to you, throwing an arm over the back of the couch.

“Eat,” he says, like it’s the most obvious thing in the world.

You don’t move. Just watch him.

He frowns. “What?”

You shake your head, lips pressing together, heart pounding at the weight of what’s suddenly sitting between you.

“Nothing,” you murmur.

His eyes narrow slightly. “You’re being weird.”

“You’re always weird,” you counter.

Rafe snorts, rolling his eyes, but there’s a flicker of something behind them, like maybe he feels it too. Like maybe he knows what you aren’t saying.

You could say it.

Could lean in, cup his face, tell him what you just realized.

But instead, you reach for the toast.

You take a bite.

Rafe watches you, something unreadable in his expression, but then he just shakes his head and looks away, like he knows this is something you’re not ready to say out loud yet.

And somehow, that just makes it even more real.

[studioeight13blog1]

Neon Signs Rental in Tampa: Add a Pop of Personality to Your Event

When planning a wedding, birthday party, baby shower, or corporate event, you want every detail to reflect your personality and style. One of the trendiest and most eye-catching ways to do that is by incorporating neon signs. These glowing signs don’t just light up a room—they create a fun, modern vibe and serve as perfect photo backdrops. If you're hosting a celebration in the Tampa area, neon signs rental in Tampa is a great way to add flair and visual interest without breaking the bank.

Whether you're going for romantic, funky, elegant, or playful, there's a neon sign to match your theme. Renting one is easy, affordable, and incredibly impactful—especially when paired with other elements from wedding rentals in Tampa.

Why Choose Neon Signs for Your Event?

Neon signs have become a must-have in the world of event design—and for good reason. Here’s why they’re so popular:

1. Instant Focal Point

Neon signs naturally draw the eye. They work perfectly as a backdrop for photos, behind the head table at a wedding, or as signage at the entrance to your event. Guests love taking selfies in front of them, making your celebration even more memorable.

2. Customizable and Versatile

Neon signs come in a wide variety of phrases, shapes, and colors. Whether you want to say “Just Married,” “Let’s Party,” “Cheers,” or even display your names or initials, you can find a sign to match. They work for indoor and outdoor events, both casual and formal.

3. Trendy Yet Timeless

While neon signs have a modern vibe, they also give a nostalgic nod to retro décor. That’s part of what makes them so charming—they work well in both trendy and classic event settings.

4. Affordable & Convenient

Buying a neon sign can be expensive, especially for one-time use. Renting allows you to enjoy the look you want without a long-term commitment or big cost.

Popular Uses for Neon Sign Rentals

Here are some of the most common and creative ways to use neon signs at events in Tampa:

Weddings

Behind the sweetheart table or head table

Part of a photo booth or selfie wall

On a greenery or floral backdrop for the ceremony or reception

Displaying your last name, wedding hashtag, or favorite quote

Neon signs add a unique glow and a personal touch, especially when paired with other wedding rentals in Tampa, such as arches, drapery, and lighting.

Birthday Parties

Milestone numbers like “30,” “Sweet 16,” or “Fabulous 40”

Fun sayings like “It’s My Day,” “Born to Shine,” or “Let’s Dance”

Neon signs set the mood for a night of fun and celebration.

Baby Showers and Gender Reveals

Messages like “Oh Baby,” “It’s a Boy,” or “Girl Power”

Use soft blue or pink lighting to match the theme

Corporate Events

Company names or slogans

Motivational words like “Dream Big” or “Work Hard”

Great for product launches or branded photo ops

Anniversaries or Engagement Parties

Romantic messages like “Forever Yours,” “Better Together,” or “Love Wins”

Add ambiance and charm to the event’s décor

Matching Neon Signs with Your Event Theme

Neon signs don’t have to stand alone—they blend beautifully with other décor elements. Here’s how you can integrate them seamlessly:

Pair with Florals: Place your sign on a flower wall or surround it with floral arrangements.

Use as a Backdrop: Create a full photo booth setup with your neon sign as the centerpiece.

Add Draping and Lights: Combine neon with soft fabric draping and fairy lights for a romantic glow.

Incorporate with Furniture: Hang neon signs above lounge areas, dessert tables, or bars for a stylish look.

Coordinating your neon signs with the rest of your décor (like chairs, tablecloths, or centerpieces) from wedding rentals in Tampa can tie everything together perfectly.

What to Consider When Renting Neon Signs

If you’re thinking about renting a neon sign for your event, here are some important tips to keep in mind:

1. Choose the Right Message

Select a sign that fits your event’s vibe. Romantic quotes work well for weddings, while fun or cheeky messages suit parties and showers.

2. Check the Size

Make sure the sign’s size fits the space where you plan to display it. You don’t want it to be too small to notice—or too big to fit.

3. Consider the Color

Neon signs come in a variety of colors like white, pink, blue, green, and red. Pick a color that complements your theme and other lighting elements.

4. Ask About Installation

Some rental services offer setup and takedown. Make sure you know how the sign will be hung and powered (most require standard outlets).

5. Plan the Placement

Think about lighting and photos—position the sign in a place where it will be seen and enjoyed. Avoid overly bright areas that may reduce the glow effect.

Neon Signs and the Tampa Vibe

Tampa’s event scene is lively, creative, and full of possibilities. Whether you're hosting your event in a downtown loft, beachside resort, barn, or backyard, neon signs fit right in. The glow of a custom sign under the Florida sky adds a unique charm that feels both modern and personal.

Plus, with so many options for wedding rentals in Tampa, it’s easy to create a cohesive and stylish look. You can rent matching chairs, linens, centerpieces, and backdrops to make your neon sign pop even more.

Final Thoughts

Neon signs are more than just decorations—they’re statements. They light up your event with personality, warmth, and fun. Renting a neon sign is an easy and affordable way to elevate your event’s design and make your celebration stand out.

Whether you're planning a wedding, birthday, baby shower, or corporate event, neon signs rental in Tampa gives you access to stylish signage without the hassle or cost of buying. Combined with thoughtful planning and other wedding rentals in Tampa, a neon sign could be the glowing touch that brings your vision to life.

[jerryandann]

Why Korean Culture-Themed Apparel Is India's New Style Obsession (And How To Wear It Right)

The Seoul Rush Hits India

If you told me five years ago that I'd be raiding my wardrobe for pastel hoodies, oversized shirts, and plaid skirts inspired by Korean fashion, I'd have laughed. Fast forward to today, and here I am — knee-deep in everything Korean culture-themed apparel India can get its hands on.

And it’s not just me. From Delhi’s bustling Sarojini lanes to Mumbai’s chic cafes, you’ll spot teens, college students, and even young professionals sporting that unmistakable K-vibe.

It’s colorful. It’s quirky. It’s comfortable without trying too hard. And honestly? It’s about time our fashion scene got this fun.

How K-Pop and K-Dramas Turned Us Into K-Fashion Fans

Remember when K-pop was a niche thing? Just a few superfans geeking out over EXO or BTS? Well, not anymore.

Now, it feels like everyone’s binge-watching K-dramas and blasting Korean playlists on Spotify. And guess what? Along with that love for Korean culture came a full-on fashion takeover.

It’s not even about being a hardcore ARMY or a Blinks-only club. You can just vibe with the style — oversized pastel sweatshirts, plaid skirts, loose-fit denim — without even knowing a single Korean lyric.

The magic of Korean culture-themed apparel India is that it speaks a universal language: Cool, comfortable, and just different enough to stand out.

What Exactly Is Korean Culture-Themed Apparel?

Alright, let’s break it down. When you hear “Korean culture-themed apparel India,” what pieces are we really talking about?

Here’s a quick hit-list:

Oversized Tees & Hoodies: Bigger the better. Think "I stole this from my crush" vibe.

Plaid Everything: Skirts, pants, shirts — it’s like school uniform, but make it fashion.

Soft Color Palettes: Mint green, baby pink, butter yellow — your wardrobe starts to look like an ice cream parlor.

Chunky Sneakers: Those dad sneakers you once made fun of? Now they’re your best friend.

Cute Graphics: Little cartoons, minimal Hangul words, funny doodles — simple but catchy.

Layering Like a Pro: Vests over hoodies. Cardigans over crop tops. The more layers, the merrier.

This isn’t your usual fast fashion copy-paste. It’s got heart. It feels personal.

Where Indians Are Shopping Korean Culture-Themed Apparel

Here’s the best part: you don’t need a plane ticket to Myeongdong.

You can find drool-worthy Korean culture-themed apparel India collections right here:

Urbanic: A goldmine. Oversized jackets, cutesy skirts, all the good stuff.

H&M India: Their basics line low-key nails Korean streetwear.

Insta Stores: Pages like @k_stylewearindia or @seoulstyleshop pop up with amazing Korean-inspired fits.

And let’s not forget good old street shopping. Sarojini Nagar, Colaba Causeway, even random Delhi flea markets — sometimes they have the coolest Korean-style steals if you know where to look.

Pro Tip: Always size up for that perfect Korean oversized look. One size bigger, and boom — Seoul fashion unlocked.

Styling Your Korean Culture-Themed Wardrobe: The Non-Boring Way

Wearing Korean style isn’t just about throwing on an oversized tee and calling it a day. Nah, it’s an art form.

Here’s how you OWN it:

The Half-Tuck: Tuck in just the front of your shirt. Casual, messy, perfect.

Layer, Then Layer Some More: Shirt under a slip dress. Hoodie under a trench coat. Socks over tights.

Keep the Palette Soft: Pastels > Loud neons. Always.

Don’t Over-Accessorize: A bucket hat here. A tiny backpack there. Keep it chill.

Shoes Matter: Your chunky sneakers will do half the work for you. Seriously.

Why Korean Fashion Fits India So Well

It’s crazy when you think about it — two countries so far apart, yet Korean fashion just works here.

Here’s why:

Weather-Wise: Light layers are a lifesaver in India’s confusing summers and winters.

Personality Friendly: Whether you’re extra or lowkey, there’s a K-style look for you.

Affordable: You don’t need ₹10,000 to rock it. Thrifting and smart shopping = win.

Korean culture-themed apparel India isn’t about blind copying. It’s about adapting the vibe to your personality.

Real Life Looks: Indians Nailing K-Style

Let’s be real — Instagram is a treasure trove of inspo right now. Indian creators are KILLING it.

Neha from Bangalore: Oversized mint hoodie + plaid mini skirt + chunky white sneakers = chef’s kiss.

Raj from Mumbai: Pastel graphic tee + black cargo pants + crossbody bag = casual Seoul boy look.

Simran from Delhi: Pleated skirt + platform boots + a bucket hat = Pinterest board material.

No cosplay vibes. No awkwardness. Just clean, casual, effortless K-style.

Mixing Korean and Indian Fashion: The New Wave

Honestly, the coolest thing happening? We're not just copying Korean fashion — we’re remixing it with our own.

Imagine this:

Oversized pastel hoodie + colorful jhumkas.

Plaid skirt + Kolhapuri sandals.

Hangul printed T-shirt + Patiala pants.

Crazy? Maybe. Genius? Definitely.

Korean culture-themed apparel India is evolving. And honestly, we’re making it better.

The K-Drama Closet: How TV Influenced Our Wardrobes

If you watched "Crash Landing On You" and didn’t immediately want Son Ye-jin’s wardrobe, you’re lying.

Same goes for:

Start-Up: Blazers and jeans, but make it dreamy.

Itaewon Class: Gritty, edgy streetwear.

Twenty-Five Twenty-One: Nostalgic 90s fits.

Each drama drops fashion inspo like it’s hot. And we’re soaking it up like sponges.

Thanks to K-dramas, the idea of Korean culture-themed apparel India has become more than just a fad. It’s part of how we dream, dress, and express.

Mistakes to Avoid While Styling Korean Fashion

Because trust me, it’s easy to mess up and go from K-cool to K-weird real quick.

Avoid these rookie errors:

Too Many Layers in Summer: You’ll melt faster than a dosa on a tawa.

Overdoing Pastels: Looking like a candy wrapper = not cute.

Forgetting the Hair: Messy buns, loose curls — that slightly imperfect hairdo is half the charm.

Too Tight Clothes: Korean style breathes. If you can’t do a little dance in your outfit, it’s not it.

Future of Korean Culture-Themed Apparel in India

Some trends fade fast. But Korean culture-themed apparel India? It’s sticking around.

Why? Because it’s adaptive. It doesn’t force you to be someone else. It invites you to mix your desi soul with a global beat.

I’m already seeing brands drop Korean-inspired collections with an Indian twist. Imagine lehengas with Hangul prints. Or kurtis with Korean cartoon characters. It’s going to be wild, and I’m here for it.

Final Words: Wear Your Seoul

At the end of the day, clothes are supposed to feel like you. Not some trend. Not someone else’s Pinterest board.

If Korean culture-themed apparel India speaks to you — wear it loud, proud, and messy if you want to. Break the rules. Mix styles. Add your own flavor.

Because real style? It’s not in the labels. It’s in your soul.

Or as they say in Seoul — 마음대로 하세요 (Do it your way).

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[boheewohee]

One-Shoulder Tops: The Statement Style Taking Over Your FYP

Scroll through your FYP lately? If your TikTok or Insta Reels are flooded with confident, slay-worthy looks featuring asymmetrical cuts and bold bare shoulders — you’re not alone. The one-shoulder top is having a serious main character moment. From casual coffee dates to glam rooftop parties, this silhouette is popping up everywhere — and for good reason.

Let’s talk about why this Y2K-meets-modern style is stealing hearts, turning heads, and owning the fashion conversation in 2025. 👇

Why One-Shoulder Tops Are a Whole Vibe RN

Gone are the days when symmetrical was the only way to be stylish. Enter: the one-shoulder top — the fashion rebel that’s redefining balance, elegance, and power dressing with a twist.

Here's what makes it that girl:

✅ Flattering AF: One-shoulder cuts highlight your collarbone and add structure without trying too hard. Whether you’re curvy, petite, tall, or athletic — this silhouette works for all body types.

✅ Versatile Queen: Style it with high-waisted jeans, midi skirts, or even joggers — and it instantly elevates the whole fit. Casual, dressy, edgy, or elegant — it adapts.

✅ Effortless Statement: No layers, no fuss. The design alone does all the talking.

✅ Hot on the Algorithm: TikTok creators, fashion bloggers, and Gen Z icons are all rocking the one-shoulder vibe. And trust us — the algorithm loves a standout silhouette.

The One-Shoulder Revolution: How It Took Over Social Media

So, how did this iconic look go viral?

It started with celebs and influencers subtly dropping this style into their OOTDs. Soon, it became a staple in #GRWM videos, date night hauls, and even “closet restyle” TikToks. Brands caught on (obviously), and now you’ll find this cut in every possible fabric — from sleek satin and breezy cotton to glam sequins and ribbed knits.

Bonus? It gives just the right amount of skin without being OTT. That balance between classy and bold is what makes it so FYP-worthy.

Styling Tips to Make Your One-Shoulder Top the Star of the Show

So, you copped a fire one-shoulder top — now what? Here’s how to style it like a BoheeWohee babe:

✨ Minimalist Chic: Pair a black one-shoulder satin top with straight-leg jeans, slick bun, and gold hoops. Add pointy heels for that model-off-duty vibe.

🌸 Daytime Cutie: Try a pastel one-shoulder crop with a flowy midi skirt and sneakers. Throw in a cute tote, and you’re brunch-ready.

💥 Glam Baddie: Go full glam with a ruched one-shoulder bodycon and stilettos. Perfect for date nights or that rooftop girls’ night.

🌴 Vacation Slay: Printed one-shoulder tops + wide-leg pants + strappy flats = resort wear GOALS.

Pro tip: Let the neckline shine. Avoid chunky necklaces — instead, opt for statement earrings or layered bracelets.

Fabric & Color Trends for 2025

At BoheeWohee, we’re obsessed with keeping it fresh and algorithm-approved. Here are the top trends you should be shopping RN:

Satin & Silks – Hello luxe, goodbye boring. These add instant sophistication.

Bold Solids – Think red, emerald green, cobalt blue, and even neons for a pop.

Abstract Prints – Quirky, colorful, and super IG-worthy.

Monochrome Vibes – All-black or all-white looks are minimal, clean, and powerful.

One-Shoulder Tops for Every Occasion

The best part? You don’t need a red carpet to rock this look. Here’s how BoheeWohee one-shoulder tops fit into your everyday life:

🛍 Office-Ready: Try a structured one-shoulder blouse with high-waist trousers and a blazer. Power-dressed with a twist.

☕ College Casual: Pair with wide-leg denims and a denim jacket. Bonus points for a messy bun and big shades.

🎉 Party Babe: Sequinned or metallic one-shoulder top with a leather mini skirt = guaranteed attention.

🧘‍♀️ Lounge Goals: Yes, even chill days can get a style upgrade with a soft, stretchy asymmetrical tee and joggers.

Where to Buy The Cutest One-Shoulder Tops?

You already know the answer — BoheeWohee. 😎 We don’t just follow trends — we set them. Every piece is designed to make you feel bold, stylish, and unapologetically YOU.

And if you’re expanding your closet, don’t stop at just one-shoulder tops. We’ve got a whole lineup of category-bangers waiting to join your wardrobe:

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[tempura0w0]

How to teach a dumbass billiards 101

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guess who wrote another street fighter fic at 3:00am? :3 anywho this fic's gonna be a littleeee different since i stepped out of my comfort zone this time and did an actual story! [ngl i feel like sm things could've been better- BUT HEYYY WE'RE GETTING THERE] also in case it wasn't clear...ed x rashid cause why not :3 plus it's one of my favorite ships😁 but ye enough talk! hope you guys enjoy this one!

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It was a late night in Metro City, the sky was pitch black with small balls of light shining in the void. Most people don’t go out and about in Metro City, unless you're one of those partygoers or a part of some gang…or you're one of the two people who seem to be complete opposites, those two were none other than Ed and Rashid. The two street fighters were hanging out at some arcade. The arcade itself wasn’t too bad; it was just really flashy with some of its decor and games. The whole place had an obnoxious club vibe with all the neon and people around…or at least that’s what Ed thought. He kept on mumbling about how much the colors were in his words “a damn eyesore”, Rashid brushed off Ed’s pessimism and told him to “give the place a chance”. Rashid said he found it a while back thanks to one of his viewers. Or at least, that’s what the boxer had heard, to be honest…ed wasn’t paying much attention to the bubbly streamer, instead he had his mind set on how much he REALLY didn’t want to be here right now…oh, and the billiard game he had in front of him. The blonde wouldn’t be here right now if it weren’t for his dumbass streamer friend.

At first, the two spent most of their time messing with a few of the arcade games, but after a while, it got kinda boring to the boxer. The two were currently stuck at some claw machine that may or may not have been a scam. As Rashid was stuck on getting the lopsided stuffed animal (Ed couldn’t tell what the damned thing looked like…maybe some twisted version of a bear). After a few tries the blonde couldn’t help but find himself bored and unamused at the endless attempts Rashid made. “You sure you don’t wanna quit or somethin’?..” Ed spoke up as he failed to sound less annoyed than he already was. Rashid must have not noticed Ed’s tone, because he soon responded with a small “nuh uh” under his breath. “I can’t quit now! If I do…someone’s going to take away the lil’ guy”. Ed rolled his eyes, he couldn’t believe this idiot would rather spend his time getting some messed up thing than wasting his time on arcade games…WITH HIM!!!

Ed sighed as he watched the streamer gain more failed attempts, however, his eyes would soon land on something else that would pick up his interest…

A lone pool table, standing across the other eye-sore machines, seemed to be in good shape, better than the one he has back at the neo shadaloo base. Ed looked back at Rashid…then at the pool table, surely Rashid wouldn’t mind if he ditched him for a few rounds, right? “M’ headin’ off, have fun with…whatever the fuck that is,” Rashid gave Ed a small “mhm” as he focused on getting the “toy”. 

Ed left the idiot to his devices and went over to the pool table to properly set it up, he made sure the balls were stuck together in the rack, then when he was confident that the balls were clumped together, took out the rack, afterwards he placed the cue ball right below the cluster of balls. The thing left to do was to get a cue stick, which wasn’t hard for the edgy blonde to pick out. Ed made his way to the middle and got in stance, he leaned in close, positioned the stick at the cue ball with precision, took extra time planning out the shot in his head, and…

.    .    !

Made his shot, making all the balls scattered around the table. He then made his way to where the cue ball was to make another shot, as the boxer shot the balls into the pockets, his mind was on something else…or rather someone else. 

Ed didn’t know why Rashid suddenly popped into his head this time…or the many other times before that. It’s not like he had a crush, hell no, far from it. That shit sounds ridiculous, the lone boxer and some over the top streamer…together…the thought made Ed let out a small “tch” as he hit another ball into the pocket. The more Ed gave in to the idea of him and Rashid being a thing, the more he denied it. There was just no way someone as friendly and charismatic as Rashid could get together with some jackass like him, it was just impossible.

But now wasn’t the time to think about stupid thoughts like that, right now he had a game to focus on. Ed leaned in just a little bit to hit this last ball, all he had to do was time the shot just right and he would be able to- 

“Whatcha doing? :3” The streamer’s voice caught Ed off guard, making him miss the cue ball by an inch. He honestly didn’t hear Rashid coming near him, the little shithead made him jump a bit… “Tch, you made me miss my shot, dumbass…” Ed grumbled under his breath as he readjusted his stance. “My bad, i just wanted to see how your little game was going” Rashid chuckled a bit as he made his way next to his blonde comrade who was focused on the game. “T’ was fine till your ass made me miss” Ed shot back at his “friend” as he managed to shoot the 8-ball into the pocket, finishing the first round. “Awww, are you that salty over your shot?” Rashid teased lightly, making Ed roll his eyes as he set up the next game. 

As Rashid watched, he decided to humor his boxer friend with an interesting question. “Could…you maybe teach me how to play?”. This made Ed freeze, he knew Rashid was probably messing with him…unless-

“What happened to getting that thing you wanted earlier?” Ed questioned the brunette as he racked all the balls. “Eh..I gave up, plus that stuffed pal wasn’t worth it…even though it was super adorable.” Rashid smirked at his clever sarcasm. Ed gave Rashid his signature deadpan face as he took away the rack, “You and I both know that thing looked hideous as shit.” Ed sighed as he placed the cue ball. “Well…” Rashid paused, making the blonde turn his attention towards him “I still wanna learn how to play, that is…if you’ll do the honors of teaching me?” Rashid gave Ed a pleading smile. Ed gave the idea some thought, on one hand, he could totally tell the dumbass to fuck off and play one of the DDR machines he saw earlier…on the other hand, he couldn’t help but shake off what could happen if he missed his chance to get closer to the idiot. After some back and forth, Ed let out a small sigh and handed him the cue stick, “Y’ better be serious about what you said”  Ed pushed the cue stick into Rashid’s hands, making the brunette chuckle. “Don’t worry…i’m being 100% serious here, i promise I’ll be a good student” Rashid gave the blonde his classic wink, ‘cute.’ Ed thought, but he wouldn’t let that stop him from giving Rashid a hard time. “Hmph…we’ll see” Ed mumbled as he guided Rashid to the center of the table.

“M’ kay, the main goal is to get all the balls in those holes” Ed points to the pockets, “you wanna save the 8-ball for last tho”. Rashid nods and tries to get in the stance Ed was in earlier, ”So if I hit the 8-ball early on in the game…it’s over, right?”. Ed nods as he watches Rashid carefully “Mhm, you wanna make your shots count each time you play” Ed smirks “So don’t screw up, dumbass”. Rashid playfully rolls his eyes as he tries to fix his aim, he goes for the shot and…

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He misses!  “Ahaha…whoops!” Rashid tries to laugh at his garbage shot, Ed lets out a small sigh “Tch…didn’t like that lameass shot you made.”  Rashid rolled his eyes a bit and he got in stance again “Oh come on dude! Cut me some slack!!” Ed shook his head and gave the brunette his deadpan face “Just don’t pull that stunt again. I’m supposed to be teachin’ you so don’t think I’ll go easy on you” Rashid doesn’t take Ed’s warning seriously as he takes his time with the stance. This time, he hits the cue ball! But his stance ends up being off by the end. As the game continued, Rashid managed to screw up almost every shot he missed, whether that’d be thanks to his stance or aim or overall knowledge of the game, Ed being the awesome teacher he is, calls Rashid out on his mistake…kinda brutally. But despite Ed telling Rashid that “his stance is throwing off his aim” or “an infant could make better shots than you” he still tried his best to help the streamer out and even gave him tips that helped Rashid improve. Slowly, Rashid gets better at the game, he doesn’t become a pro but he does end up being better than he was before, Ed would give Rashid a nod or an approving “hmph” each time he made a shot. Ed still thought that Rashid kinda sucked, but that didn’t matter to him right now…what mattered was that he was spending some time with someone he…tolerated. 😏 

At last…Rashid finally makes it to the last ball…the 8-ball. Rashid takes a breath as he leaned in and got in stance, Ed watches from the side, taking notes in his mind as he sees Rashid land this last shot.

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Or tries too, Ed can see Rashid is still having some trouble with his stance. After a bit, the blonde sighs and decides to give his idiot a hand, “keep this up and you’re gonna make a fool outta yourself…and i’ll laugh my ass off if you do” Ed comes up behind the streamer. Rashid pays no attention to this and continues to aim, “Oh shush…i almost got this one, trust me”. As Rashid struggles more, Ed rolls his eyes and decides to step in. “Mhm..sure you do…” Ed leans onto Rashid’s frame and helps him get into the correct stance. The brunette froze as he felt Ed’s chest against his back and his cold hands run through his arms, gently guiding them in place. The cold hands (and closeness)  gave Rashid chills, Ed just chuckles against him as stays close to Rashid  “Y’ should really lean in more…you’d have less trouble with your shots if you do” Ed backs away from Rashid and gives him some space. This…left Rashid in a blushing state, the poor streamer didn’t know how to respond to that. Rashid always had a small crush on Ed but this intensified it by like…100% percent! Rashid took a breath and focused on his shot…sure he always found Ed to be…cute. Like when he’s pissed off, or when he’s fighting off a group of thugs, or even when he’s rambling about that trading card series he likes. Despite their personalities clashing with each other, Rashid always liked Ed for how different he was…There was a lot of things Rashid liked about Ed, his strength, his looks, his drive, his bare chest- 

Rashid glanced back at Ed, then back at the pool table, should he really throw the game just because Ed threw him off? 

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Rashid sighed, oh well he thought, he never really cared about the game anyway.

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He just wanted to spend time with someone he liked.

Ed just stared at Rashid as he “missed” his shot, being slightly pissed at his efforts to teach going to waste. He marched up to the streamer and poked his chest, “Th’ hell was that for?! You could’ve made the shot ya dunce.” Rashid just laughed off his failures like it was nothing

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He always found it kinda hot when Ed was pissed off…

“Hey, um..” Rashid leans in close enough to Ed's face, giving him a small hint on what he was gonna do next. Ed was completely oblivious to what Rashid was doing, glaring at him as he felt his face heat up, “Tch…th’ hell you think you’re doin’?”. Rashid wasted no time giving Ed a small kiss on the cheek, even though the kiss itself was small, it still made the blonde freeze up and…not punch Rashid in the face. After what felt like forever, Rashid stepped back and let out a soft chuckle, giving Ed a soft gaze “I just…wanted to thank you…for teaching me how to play”. Ed was…speechless to say the least, he didn’t think Rashid would have the balls to get this close to him…or kiss him. “Th’ was…kinda random, not gonna lie…but…” Ed could barely get his sentence out as he felt breathless. He wanted to at least get back at Rashid for catching him off guard, so without warning, he leaned in close to Rashid’s face and enveloped his mouth in a slow kiss. Rashid could feel his face heat up more as he slowly eased into the kiss. After a few seconds, Ed broke the kiss and glanced at Rashid’s face.

Yeah, That kiss was kinda shit, Ed thought to himself as he cringed at what he did, in his defense, he doesn’t get a lot of experience. But judging by the streamer’s expression, that didn’t seem to matter one bit. 

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‘Heh…cute’ he thought, Rashid looked so cute…and out of his mind, just how he pictured, “but yea, your welcome…dumbass” Ed smirked at the brunette with a soft look in his eyes. Rashid just stared at Ed and laughed “Aha…so does this mean you like me?”. Ed froze…that’s what that idiot picked up from this?! How stupid was he…of course he liked him!!!

“Th’ fuck you think?” Rashid chuckled at Ed’s bark, “I think I did a good job catching you off guard” This got a laugh out of Ed, “Like hell you did…ya got lucky Rashid” The brunette wrapped his arm around Ed’s and led him away from the pool table. As the two walked away, Ed spoke up “So what now?” Rashid just shrugged “I dunno…anything really..as long I’m with you” Rashid playfully bumped into Ed. “Tch…that was cheesy.” Ed bumped Rashid back and smirked.

He didn’t want to be here in the arcade, or anywhere really. But as long as he had Rashid with him…he was okay with doing whatever.

[blackgirlwhowrites2k23]

Summary: “Fair Date! A surprise invitation to go on a fair date with soccer player Rafael Leao. The fair has always been a delight, filled with laughter, delicious treats, and thrilling rides. Leao is able to spend his break playing games, taking cute pictures, and eating things he never really eats. Amidst playful teasing from the team, their connection grows stronger, culminating in a sweet moment under the twinkling stars.”

A/N: Let’s pretend I’ve been active this whole time! Anyways, here's a Rafael imagine because he’s so precious. In animes/manhwas there’s always a carnival/fair episode so here’s that with Rafael :). I also think I’m going to play around with third person writing more.

Immediately as she steps out of the car and makes way to the front where the pillars that hold the entrance sign stands, she’s brought back to many years past. The neon lights that have been flickering happily since she was a kid are still there. They seem to have faded a bit as time has taken its toll on them. They still flicker as if any moment they might give out, yet they never do.

Her gaze flickers all across the entrance of the lot taking in the absurdity of it all. Just two days ago she had passed by and all that was here was years old cracked asphalt that stretched for a few miles and old NewPort packages discarded like the rest of the lot. Now, not even a full three whole days later and there’s a whole other world built in its wake; that’s the thing about pop up county fairs, they’re always done in some random plot of land. Yet, here they are standing in front of Wonder World, the place of wonder. She cringes at the lack of creativity and how the letters seem haphazardly stuck up there, probably by some miserable teen working part time. She shakes her head and laughs it off, because it definitely fits the whole vibe of the place: mildly concerning yet comforting nonetheless —it’s probably the nostalgia clouding her judgment. Or, as Rafael would put it, the neon sinking into her brain.

She really couldn't believe her luck. It was truly a blessing that her college break, and her boyfriend's downtime would coincide perfectly with the time that the Fair she’s been visiting since she was a child would be back in town. She had been planning on dragging Rafael over here ever since he nonchalantly mentioned that he’d never been to a pop up Fair because one, that sounds super dangerous and two, he wasn’t sure if there had been any when he was growing up since most of his downtime was spent doing un-life threatening things.

As she arrived at the fairgrounds, her heart pounded with excitement. The sights and sounds were a delightful cacophony: laughter from children, the nostalgic jingle of carnival music, and the clinking of colorful lights illuminating the night sky. The aroma of cotton candy and popcorn wafted through the air, and the promise of fun filled every corner of the fair.

Rafael Leao greeted her with a smile that did not reach his eyes that immediately caused her to let out a snicker.

“Okay, you need to chill,” she had to put a hand to cover up her mouth in a failed attempt to stop herself from laughing at his expense.

“I’m chill. Who says I’m not chill. Super chill over here,” she casts him a sidelong glance as if to say yeah right and almost starts to laugh again until she notices the worry etched in his forehead.

Her hand immediately finds him and she sends him a warm smile, in the current lighting and atmosphere it’s hard for him to stay worried any longer from just how much pure excitement is radiating off of her.

“Are we going to go in or are you going to stare at me as we stand at the entrance,” he playfully rolls his eyes as he points with this thumb towards the rest of the Fair.

“Okayy! I wasn’t the one pissing my pants about a county Fair.”

“I was not pissing my pants.”

As the night progressed, they embarked on a whirlwind adventure, going from one ride to another. The roller coasters brought screams of joy, and high pitched screams of terror, which she was almost 99% sure came from her man who had a death grip on her hand. Each time they would get off and head over to the photos of the ride, they always consisted of her looking like she was having the time of her life and him holding on for dear life. In the end, he did end up wanting to ride them more than once.

The Ferris wheel offered breathtaking views of the twinkling lights below. The higher they went the more the outside world slipped away.

As the Ferris wheel gracefully ascended, her and Rafael found themselves in a cozy, swaying carriage, suspended high above the fairgrounds. The warm glow of the neon lights painted the sky with hues of green, blue and pink, creating a romantic ambiance that perfectly complemented the moment.

She couldn't help but giggle as she noticed the hint of nervousness in Rafael's eyes. "Are you scared, Mr. Soccer Star?" she playfully teased, nudging him with her elbow.

Rafael chuckled sheepishly, trying to hide his apprehension. "Maybe just a little," he admitted, glancing at the breathtaking view below. "But I must admit, it's not as bad as I thought it would be."

"It's beautiful, isn't it?" She said, her eyes sparkling with wonder as she looked out at the fair from their elevated vantage point. "I'm glad you're enjoying it, even if you were totally pissing yourself at first." She couldn’t help it, she had to tease him just a little, which earned her a playful nudge and wonderful smile.

As the Ferris wheel continued its gentle rotation, their conversation shifted to a different topic. "Can you believe it's been two years already?" Rafael said, his voice tinged with amazement. "Time has flown by so quickly."

She smiled, a hint of nostalgia in her voice. "I know, it feels like we met just yesterday. But at the same time, it feels like I've known you forever," He was every bit as charming as she imagined. The rest of the AC Milan team had teased them playful about they’re outing so the groupchat would definitely be spammed with pictures of the night later, on Rafael’s behalf.

Rafael took her hand in his, his touch warm and comforting. "You've brought so much joy into my life," he said sincerely. "I never expected to find someone like you, someone who understands me and supports me unconditionally."

"And you've done the same for me," she replied, her heart swelling with love. "You make me feel special every day, and I'm grateful for every moment we've shared."

As the Ferris wheel reached its peak, the two gazed into each other's eyes, feeling the depth of their connection. Without a word, they leaned in, their lips meeting in a tender and loving kiss. The world around them seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of them, wrapped in each other's embrace.

In that fleeting moment suspended in time, they knew that this fair date was not just a celebration of their love but a promise of many more years filled with laughter, love, and endless adventures together.

But of course, the night wasn’t over. She had so badly wanted to play her hand at the fair games that she would never seem to win, so they weren’t leaving without winning a few prizes first.

The fair games beckoned them with their colorful displays, and Leao eagerly challenged her to try her luck at knocking down the stacked cans with a softball. With a determined grin, she took the ball in her hand and threw it with precision. Cheers erupted from passersby as the cans came crashing down, and she won Leao a giant stuffed dragon. He had tried after her but he could never seem to hit the mark.

“Not everyone can be a baseball star, babe,” she sends a wink over his way which has him clapping his hands and holding his stomach from how much he’s laughing.

“Oh, so you’re going pro now, huh?” He calms down enough to wipe a tear from his right eye.

“Most definitely. You want me to sign that plushie for you or something?” She brings out a Sharpie from her purse in a faux attempt to sign the bear.

He has to hold onto the game booth to hold himself from how much he’s laughing.

As they strolled through the bustling stalls, she couldn't help but marvel at the variety of delicious treats. She savored the sweetness of caramel apples, the salty goodness of freshly made pretzels, and the indulgence of churros dusted with cinnamon sugar. All of which Rafael had to try first, you know, to make sure they’re safe for the Baseball Star to eat or whatever.

At one point, they stumbled upon a humble photo booth, and they eagerly piled inside. Laughter filled the small space as they posed for silly snapshots, capturing memories they would cherish forever. She felt her heart swell with happiness, and she knew this was a day she would never forget.

As they were about to leave they separated for a moment as she decided she would have to use the restroom before they make the long ride back home. Rafael immediately ran to try his hand at a ring toss game they had passed by, aiming for a shiny prize for his girl. After a few attempts, he managed to land a ring on a bottle, and she happily received a beautiful necklace as a token of their delightful day together.

As the fair drew to a close, the moon stood proudly in the sky as if it were watching the day’s events and filling the sky with a soft luminescent glow. They found themselves sitting side by side on a quiet bench, watching the sky in comfortable silence. He took her hand in his, and she smiled, feeling a sense of serenity in his presence.

In that magical moment, under the fading twilight, Rafael Leao leaned in and whispered, "You've made this day truly unforgettable." Her heart fluttered as she replied, "You're lucky I was able to free up because of my busy schedule. This was a cute little date or whatever."

“Yeah, the neon is definitely sinking into your brain. It’s making you delusional, babe,” she feigned offense for a moment before she sighs dramatically and looks away.

“Boy, you know you love me!” She’s definitely not fighting back a smile.

He softly grabs her chin and turns her to look up at him as they sit on the bench and the world fades away for the final time that day.

“Yeah, I really do.”

As the stars began to twinkle above them, she knew she had found something extraordinary in this unexpected fairytale romance. The night may have ended, but their love story was just beginning.

[slytherinbarnes]

back to you

pairings: established relationship!poe dameron x reader, kylo ren x reader

warnings: pwp, smut (18+), language, cheating, recreational drug usage

word count: 3.4k

summary: what happens when your rational thoughts get locked away, leaving only your inhibitions?

author’s note: this is based loosely on a bucky barnes miniseries i wrote on a previous blog (props to you if you know the og!) and it kinda popped into my head while I was working on my choose your own ending star wars series! 

Your eyes sweep over the lowly lit underground club, searching for any familiar faces. 

The crowd of people gathered near the all droid band is thick, and it seems to sway and move in time with the heavy beat thundering through the room. You toss back the neon green drink in your hand, nearly sighing in relief at the acidic burn sliding down your throat, your mind grateful to focus on anything other than the disaster of a mission you just returned from. 

Poe was furious at the way you risked your life to save a family from the clutches of the First Order, but you couldn't help it. It had happened almost entirely on instinct, some silent force guiding you to them before your brain even caught on to what you were doing. He and Leia gave you an earful when you got back to the hidden Resistance base, and Poe had stormed off in the end, heading straight for the hangar, the way he always did. He was in the cockpit of his X-wing and in the sky before you could even finish calling out his name. 

You didn’t mean to end up here, in one of the seediest spots in the galaxy, but old habits die hard. You spent most of your teenage years in this very same spot, wrapped up in backdoor business deals and illegal weapons trading after you fell in love with the wrong girl. It was too easy to fall into her lifestyle, to make a million credits in back rooms with all the wrong people, then blow a quarter of it in a single night at bars just like this one. You learned how to find the best underground spots with the worst types of people, and Sasha loved you for it.

But that war years ago, and you thought you left places like this behind when you joined the Resistance. Guess you were wrong. 

You feel a drink nudge your hand, and you turn to look over your shoulder at the bartender, a glowing blue drink in his orange hand, held out to you. “From the gentleman at the end of the bar.”

You take the drink, turning to look at the figure hunched over in the seat at the end of the bar. He’s in all black, his face shrouded in shadows, and you raise the glass to him in a toast, tossing it back in one swallow without another thought. You feel the liquid warm your body as it moves through you, and you feel your mind sink deeper into your inhibitions, shutting the door to your rational thoughts. 

The droid band near the center of the room changes songs, the sound turning to something fast and bass heavy, the crowd getting excited by the change. You feel yourself heading to the dance floor, your body already moving to the beat of the song. You lift your hands above your head, smiling and throwing your head back as you sway to the music, forgetting everything that happened earlier in the day. 

The band transitions to a different song, the beat slowing down and the bass thrumming beneath your feet. You close your eyes and sway your hips, letting the music move through you and take over. You feel yourself start to get thirsty, and you tell yourself that you’ll head to the bar at the end of the song, but salvation comes in the form of a tall man dressed in all black. 

“Thirsty?”

You look up at him, getting a better look at the face that was previously hidden in the shadows. A scar runs over his right eye and down his cheek, and his dark hair brushes his broad shoulders. His large hand is holding a drink out to you, this one a dark red color. You take the drink with a smile of thanks, the rim of the glass coated in something spicy, making the drink burn even more as it moves down your throat. 

You hand the drink back to the man, and he looks you up and down. Normally, you’d shrink under a gaze so intense, but the drinks in your system have you confident, your body still unconsciously swaying to the beat of the music. 

“Open your mouth.”

The rational thoughts bang on the door, begging to be heard, but your inhibitions are strong and loud, and you open your mouth like the man asks, completely unconcerned as he presses a pill to your tongue, his finger dragging over your lip as he pulls it from your mouth. You see him put a pill on his own tongue as the one in your mouth dissolves quickly, something sweet mixed in to mask the bitter taste of spice. 

It hits you quickly; your whole body feels light and warm, and the music is no longer just moving through you, it’s a part of you. It’s in your head and in your bones and it moves you on its own, swaying your body around and moving you closer to the tall man. His hands reach out to pull you closer, your back pressed to his front, his hips bumping against you as you grind into him. 

You feel him everywhere that you feel the music, his scent wrapped around you as you move in tandem. You feel a sheen of sweat across your forehead, but you aren’t bothered by it, too focused on the sensations building within you. There’s a warm fire growing in the base of your stomach, electric pulses running up your spine as you start to grow hotter. It takes you far too long to recognize it as the burn of arousal, your mind too focused at first on the sensations of pleasure that it brings you. 

The man’s hands are running up your body, over your abdomen and up to your breast, his fingers skating along the edge of your tank and brushing the tops of your breasts. His head is dipped so his mouth is near your neck, his warm breath spreading across your neck as you move in sync. You feel his arousal at your back, and you make yourself taller so you can grind against it, eliciting a moan that is breathed across your neck. The sensation sends a tingle down your spine and right between your legs, and you feel the man adjust his height so your butt is pressed against him. 

You grind against his erection, eyes closed as you take in the soft moans he breaths across your neck before his mouth dips to kiss the sensitive skin there. He nips at you, his tongue instantly swiping across the spot to soothe the pain and stoke the fire burning within you. You turn your head towards him, using one of your hands to lift his chin and envelope his mouth in a kiss, and his tongue is in your mouth almost as soon as your lips touch. You’re ashamed to say that you don’t think of Poe once; you’re too wrapped up in this man and the music and how they’re making you feel. 

The man spins you around in his arms, turning you to face him, his mouth devouring yours as soon as you’ve turned around. His hands continue roaming your body, one of them sliding beneath your shirt to touch the skin of your stomach. His hand moves towards your breast slowly, as if he’s waiting for you to stop him, but you never do. And when his fingers grasp your nipple and give it a small pinch, you moan into his mouth, the nerves in your body lighting you up with arousal. The spice pill he gave you has awakened every single cell in your body, each sensation feeling more powerful than the last, and you want nothing more than to lose yourself completely. 

You grab the man’s erection as his teeth grasps onto your lower lip, and you pull away slowly, suppressing a moan as your lip slips from his teeth. “Take me somewhere.”

He gives you a smirk, understanding what you’re asking, and it seems unusually playful on his serious face. He pulls his hand out of your shirt and takes your hand in his, leading you towards the bar so he can grab his cloak. He tugs you down a dark hallway, stopping to turn and press your back into the wall and kiss you. Your hands and mouth are hungry, roaming, trying to take in as much of him as you can and he lets out a little laugh when he finally pulls away. 

He clasps the cloak around his neck and tugs a black scarf from the inside pocket, placing it around your neck and tugging it over your head and across your face to protect you from the air outside. You’re grateful for it, because the wind is strong when he tugs you outside, the air dry and sandy, tossing sharp particles around and around. You hadn’t brought anything with you, because you never intended to end up here, and you remember the many nights you and Sasha would stumble out of this same door, drunk and unprotected, the sand leaving scratches all over you both. 

The man leads you around the corner to one of the many hotels in the area, just another seedy location to conduct illegal or illicit activities, just like you’re about to do now. He pulls you into the first hotel you cross paths with, straight into a brightly lit lobby and a too small front desk. The man digs in his pockets for the required credits while the creature behind the desk finds a key, and you reach out for the man, unable to keep your hands off of him as the drinks and spice flow through your veins. 

You haven’t once stopped to think about who could’ve seen you in the club or in this hotel; and you know the man in front of you hasn’t either. Few people would recognize him without the black mask he wears or the modulator that changes his voice. You tug the scarf away from your mouth and lean forward to kiss Kylo’s neck in the way that you know he likes. The creature behind the counter takes his credits and passes him a key, and Kylo’s hand goes to your throat, squeezing lightly as he guides your mouth to meet his. His tongue sweeps into your mouth and fights with yours before he pulls away and leads you down the hall to the room number attached to the key. 

He unlocks the door and swings it open, pulling you into his arms as he lets the door fall shut behind him, and he turns you to press your back into it. The wait to the hotel was clearly excruciating for you both, because Kylo tugs the scarf off of you, one hand held around your throat and the other underneath your shirt again, playing with your breasts. You reach up and tug off his cloak and his shirt, both of you pulling away for a second to get the shirt over his head before your lips collide in a kiss once more. 

Your hands roam over his bare chest, his skin warm and muscles tight, and you moan when his mouth drops to your neck and nips and sucks at your skin. You feel yourself grow hot, every part of you alive and involved in this moment, and it almost feels like too much, just kissing him. 

Kylo pulls away from you to tug off your shirt, and he drops and pulls your left nipple into his mouth, making you moan. His other hand plays with your right breast, teasing the nipple and sending zaps of arousal to your core. You reach out and palm Kylo’s erection, smiling when he thrusts into your hand, searching for friction. Your hands grab his waistband and tug his pants down, almost moaning when his dick springs free. He kicks his shoes off and pants free and you lower yourself to your knees in front of him, grabbing his dick and licking up his shaft before pulling him into your mouth. 

You look up and lock eyes with Kylo, and he moans at the eye contact as you bob on his dick. His right hand moves to your hair, fisting into it and guiding himself deeper into your mouth, and you suppress the urge to gag. He moans as he watches you, forcing himself to keep eye contact though his body just wants him to close his eyes and surrender to the feel of you sucking his dick. 

You can tell he’s getting close when he uses his grip in your hair to slow your pace down, holding his orgasm at bay. He guides your mouth off of his dick and up to meet his in a kiss. It’s intense and frantic, and Kylo has the rest of your clothes off in seconds before he pulls you up into his arms. You wrap your legs around his waist, his dick pressed between the two of you, pulling a moan from your throat that Kylo swallows greedily. 

He turns and lowers you onto the bed, kissing you hard before his mouth drops to your neck, and then your breasts, your stomach. He passes right past the apex of your thighs, the place you want him more than anything, and down to press a kiss to your knee, then the middle of your thigh. He uses his large hands to spread your legs wide, and he moans a little when he gets a good look at you. His eyes are dark with desire, and he’s looking at you hungrily. You don’t shrink beneath his gaze, you grow beneath it, feeling powerful for being able to bring a man like him to his knees. 

When his tongue swipes over you and taps against your clit, your back arches off the bed, a long moan pulling from your lips. It's everything you thought it would be, the spice making the experience 100 times better, brighter, every part of you involved in the moment. He sucks at your clit as he presses two fingers inside of you, and your eyes squeeze closed as you focus on the sensation of Kylo eating you out. He adds a third finger, curving them inside of you to hit that spot just there, an explosion of arousal hitting you like a TIE fighter. 

You cry out, the sensation almost too much, and you open your eyes to look at Kylo, your hand reaching up to push him away. But he uses his free hand to grab you before you can stop him, and he intertwines his fingers with yours, the gesture oddly intimate despite the way he’s sending you hurtling towards your orgasm. Every brush of his fingers over that spot of pleasure has you seeing stars, and he is relentless in his pursuit of your pleasure. He watches you intensely, and you try to keep your eyes on him the way he likes you to.

It only takes a few more seconds for your orgasm to build to its peak, soft cries falling from your mouth as you near the top. Kylo picks up the pace, and one nip to your clit is all it takes for you to fall over the edge. You hold his gaze as long as you can, but your orgasm is strong, and it pushes you back into the pillows as you cry out, everything exploding with stars. You feel yourself twitching with pleasure as Kylo continues to eat you out, refusing to miss a single drop, until finally, it is too much, and you push him away, overstimulated. 

Kylo crawls up your body and kisses you, his tongue in your mouth, your taste all over him. Pleasure is still rolling through you, and you want that for Kylo too, so you stretch your legs out and wrap them around him, using the heels of your feet to tug him closer. He pulls away and laughs softly under his breath, his smile tugging at something in you. It hits you like a punch to the gut, but you don’t have time to process it because Kylo plunges into you, forcing a moan from both of you. 

Kylo leans down to kiss you as he pulls out and then pushes back in again, swallowing your moan. There is no slow build up in the pace; he’s slamming into you within seconds, unable to hold back any longer. He pulls away to keep his eyes on yours, while one of his hands reaches down between you and moves to your clit, trying to build up your second orgasm before he can reach his own. His pace is almost punishing, but your orgasm begins to build regardless, unable to resist his expert fingers. 

You feel your eyes close as he fucks you, and his voice nearly startles you when he says, “Look at me. Keep your eyes open.”

Your eyes open to meet his, his gaze as intense as his pace, your body climbing and climbing until you can see that peak. You try to hold back, wanting to see Kylo come first, but you know he won't let you. You keep your eyes open as long as you can, but everything goes white when you orgasm for the second time, and you throw your head back again as you fall apart beneath him. 

Kylo’s pace moves faster, though you didn’t think it possible, fucking you through your orgasm, until finally, finally, he comes too. His head drops to your shoulder, a long moan falling from his lips before he mutters your name over and over like a silent prayer. His hips finally grow still, though his body continues twitching with pleasure as he sags against you, and you can feel his heart thumping in his chest where it’s pressed against you. 

You run your fingers up and down his back, both of your eyes closed as you try to let your heart rates return to normal. The moment is oddly intimate, though you try not to think about it, refusing to let the rational thoughts out of their tightly locked door. 

-

You search the floor for your discarded pants, unsurprised to find them kicked under the bed. You snatch them up, pulling them on, all while Kylo watches you from the bed. He’s completely naked, sprawled on top of the sheets, his arms resting behind his head, completely relaxed. He watches you quietly as you tug on your clothes, and when you sit on the bed to pull on your shoes, he slides off and grabs the scarf he gave you earlier. You stand in front of him, and he reaches up to run his finger down a cut on your face, one you forgot you had until this moment. But it reminds you how you got it, a mission nearly gone wrong, and you mutter, “You nearly killed me today.”

“Hardly.” You both know he’s right. The force that guided you to save that family? It was the knowledge that Kylo would never do anything to hurt you, despite the fact that you left him for the Resistance. He drapes the scarf around your neck and you start to argue against it, but he cuts you off. “Where does flyboy think you are?”

You shrug. “Dunno. He stormed off after he gave me an earful about my dangerous actions today.”

“He won’t notice the scarf.”

“He might.”

“He won’t.”

Right again. You won’t admit it though. “We can’t keep doing this.”

“I know.”

You both know you aren’t going to stop. 

Kylo leans down to kiss you, and it’s soft. Affectionate. It tugs at you the way his smile did earlier. You can feel the door holding the rational thoughts back shaking, the hinges getting loose. You don’t want to leave, but you know you have to. Everything will fall apart if you stay any longer. 

Kylo pulls back, pushes your hair out of your face, and pulls the scarf onto your head. He crosses the bottom part of the scarf over your mouth and nose, leaving only your eyes exposed. You look up at him as he presses one last kiss to your forehead, your heart aching, and then you move past him, refusing to look back because you know it’ll only break your resolve. 

You slide out of the hotel room, closing the door softly behind you, before heading back to your ship, back to the Resistance, back to Poe, and away from the man you can’t seem to leave behind.

-

[deepdreamnights]

Vibrant Outrage

This is the new vibe.

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Free-to-Use character portraits and fashion inspiration made in Midjourney V4. Tag yourself as you desire, details on the process under the fold.

Much like the dinofolk, there are minor edits, mostly to fix color and tone balance, incomplete borders, etc.

Prompts were mostly variations of:

painting of a person wearing a costume, by Fujiwara Nobuzane and Sharon Knettell, tumblr, pop art, 80s color scheme, <celebrity here*>, no background, neon hooves, zig zag, star, curvy accentuated figure, very fashionable, with shoulder pads, banner, kitsch fashion, synthetic fur, born this way, young idol, new wave chaos, very dynamic, starry, fashion icon, image

Long time followers may notice that's not quite my normal prompting style. That's because this was an experiment with using Clip Interrogator 2, an image-to-prompt AI process.

It's still early days and isn't terribly accurate beyond vibes, which is fine for my process. It's like the early days of google translate, where you could get wild, strange stuff by passing a text between multiple languages. relatively easily.

It also fills in nicely for image prompting, since its basically the same process but converts the token language back into a prompt rather than leaving it tokens. This allows for editing, and also helps get around Midjourney's hair-trigger NSFW filtering, which often finds leotards and legwarmers downright obscene.

Given the nature of the above pics, it shouldn't be hard to guess what I started with.

Sharon Knettell's work is right there with Earl Norem and Hector Garrido in downright iconic 1980s toy package art, her Jem work has beautifully subtle shading that makes everything look half-real, half-fashion sketch. I wanted to see what the AI made of it.

The solo Pizzazz (I think) produced this:

a close up of a person wearing a costume, by Fujiwara Nobuzane, tumblr, pop art, 80s color scheme, kylie minogue, neon hooves, zig zag, star, very fashionable, with shoulder pads, banner, kitsch fashion, kermit, synthetic fur, born this way, young idol, very dynamic, starry, fashion icon, image

Which I modified in various stages and combinations. Blending with my own phrasing, chunks from other CI2-derived prompts, and changing references associated with color and celebrity. You'll note that it didn't identify Knettell. This isn't uncommon with CI2, it picks up on "vibes" more than specifics because that's how the AIs work. the mix of influences of Fujiwara Nobuzane, tumblr, pop art, and every other part of the prompt blend and iterate off each other to create something new.

Early results were too cartoony in a traditional 1960s comic book fashion until I blended the intent (Knettell) with the guess (Nobuzane and the rest), which still produced a lot of wild offshoots. A more comic-booky set of these gals is coming, to be sure.

[phantomrose96]

For Pennies

Warm-up mini fic. Consider this a doodle.

....

The Fentons were selling their house for pennies.

The “For Sale” sign out front was easily missed against the ostentatious display of the op center, and the “FENTON” sign, and the Fenton RV. Or perhaps, all that made it more noticeable. It bolstered the weird and unsettling mundanity of a standard-issue For Sale sign dictating the fate of a house so indescribably odd.

It took only a few curious gossips to find the listing, and to spread the news further when the listing asked for hardly a fifth of standard asking price. Real estate agents weighed in on town facebook pages that, yes, this was abysmally low. Others rationalized it. “It’s only natural. Those house modifications have killed the resale value. The basement is uninhabitable according to the listing. They’re selling an extreme fixer-upper.”

And when the house did not sell in the first week, the price dipped again. And when rumors spread that the house owners were responsible for the town’s ghost blight, the price dipped once again. Then nearly overnight, the op-center vanished, and the FENTON sign disappeared from sight. The Fentons were, if nothing else, impressive engineers, capable of undoing a lifetime’s work in a weekend. Soon after, the listing sold.

The buyer, Peter, was looking for fixer-uppers to flip and rent. He knew about the Amity Park rumors, but if the renting market proved stale for the fear of ghosts, he knew the airbnb market would thrive with curious tourists, so the property was a safe bet regardless.

He met the family once, in the house, when he came to inspect it and sign paperwork if he was satisfied. The husband was perhaps the biggest man Peter had ever seen, portly yet rock solid, clad head to toe in neon orange. The wife matched him in jumpsuits, a powder blue one. Their daughter seemed normal, though she and Peter only exchanged a handful of words.

“Where are you folks headed once this place is sold?” Peter asked, cordially, eyes flitting between the contract before him and the couple seated across the table.

“Westward, a bit. Um, Maddie’s got a sister out there. We’re trying to be closer to family.”

Peter nodded. “Always good to have family around.” He glanced in the daughter’s direction. “Are you excited to be moving closer to your aunt?”

The daughter met his gaze, level. “I’m not going with them, actually.”

“Oh?” Peter asked. “Headed to college? That would make sense.”

“I’m a rising senior,” the girl answered.

“Jazz is—” the mother, Maddie, cut in. “It’s well, it’s about to be her senior year of high school. Hard time to switch schools, you know? She’s going to be renting a place nearby so she can finish school here.”

“Oh? First time living all on your own?” Peter asked, initialing a page of the contract.

“I’m 17. It’s not that weird.”

“Never said it was. I remember my first place pretty fondly. It’s an exciting milestone, don’t waste it!”

Peter initialed another page. He spun the document back to the Fentons to sign as well.

“Well, I really like the place, is what I’ve got to say. The newly redone flooring on this floor was a perk I wasn’t expecting, can’t have been cheap. You still managed to keep the price amazing though. Don’t worry about the dings and scratches – I’ve got the art of fixing up places down to a science. I’ll take a crack at the basement too.”

“We’d rather you didn’t,” Maddie answered.

Peter waved her off. “I know it was some kind of lab, yeah? You won’t be liable if I say, spill acid on myself or dunk myself in radiation or, whatever you had going on down there. We can go over that clause of the contract again if you want. Ghosts, right?”

“It’s dangerous—”

“If I can’t hack it, I’ll seal up the basement for good. But I won’t know until I try. Seriously, don’t worry.”

The Fentons signed the final page, and flipped the contract back around to Peter. He pulled an envelope from his coat – a check made out with the full amount. No loan needed. No mortgage. Their asking price was practically pocket change.

The daughter excused herself from the room.

…

The Fenton basement had fewer wonders than Peter was expecting.

He swung a flashlight around, as the bulb hanging overhead had been cut from the main power supply. Most everything had been cleared out, leaving a room hollowed out. His feet clicked across the metal floor. Walls of bolted steel rose high on all four sides. On the opposite wall, the scars of heavy bolting remained, along with the smoky stain of something huge, and geometric, no longer bolted to the wall.

He swung his beam wide, across every which wall beveling with bloated shadows, until he pinned the electrical panel.

“There you are.”

It took some tampering, and some patience, because something had physically demolished the box before him. Peter knew his way around basic house wiring, so it took only a few experimental adjustments until he threw the breaker, and the industrial light overhead clunked to life.

Peter turned, surveying the mouse cage of pure, uninterrupted steel sheeting, bolted together wall to wall, across the floor, across the ceiling. It was an impressive expanse of space, and under the proper flood lighting Peter could make out the deeper shadowy stains of where industrial cabinets used to be affixed to the floors, the walls. He was staring into the burnt out afterimage of what, he could only conjecture, had once been an impressive scientific facility.

It wasn’t above being carpeted and turned into a rec room.

Peter paused, his eyes training to the back corner near the octagonal imprint left in the wall. Something seemed amiss, something with color, popping bright against a display of pure ash and silver.

Peter stepped forward, flashlight still pointed though it served little use now. The space took shape – a rectangular impression on the floor, about as large as a twin bed, formed a negative image. The rectangle was spotlessly clean, silver and shiny, as though recently cleaned and polished and recleaned and repolished.

It was the edges of the rectangle, the spatters of space stretching beyond it, that held Peter’s attention.

Green, verging toward a rusty brown, splattered the floor. He stepped closer, and knelt, and stared at the pattern. Like a dropped vial of green chemicals that shattered and spattered the floors, the neighboring wall. Like radioactive spill left to eat into the floor. Peter thought back to his radioactive quip, and wondered if he should perhaps back away.

He set a nail to one of the stains and scratched at it. It would not lift. It would not budge. He swung the flashlight beam, and he found the stains glittered, and then dulled where they edged closer to rust.

And it was the rust that confused Peter the most. That copper color, like pennies, that morphed away from the green. It wasn’t uniform. It did not eat away symmetrically at the edges of the stains. Instead it spattered, and dragged, and molded from droplets to long streaks dragging across the floor like chalk dust on a blackboard.

Peter followed them. The streaking ended. Beyond that, he caught a single droplet speckled into the floor a foot away. Another, when he swung his beam. And another. He followed them, one by one, tracing them back to the basement stairs, up, up, up, up.

At the top of the stairs, the trail vanished. The brand new hardwood flooring that stretched through the whole first floor was immaculate.

[saintnightshade]

Roadside

It was a crisp night; a veil of low-hanging fog covering a rural forest road, the smell of petrichor was thick from a storm brewing in the distance and a single combo gas station and mini convenience store with bright neon lights stood at one side of the road; all in all, it was just another boring but peaceful night at work. A night of sitting behind the counter or meandering about the inside of the building reorganizing things as you did. There was a small tv used mostly for the news and weather along with the quiet radio that filtered through the stores' speakers, oh the joys of working in a 24-hour station in an isolated area. It was only around 2 in the morning, you still had a few more hours before the morning shift came in to take over.

The fluorescent lights flicker gently as you happen to catch a glimpse of a rather well-maintained old VW van pulling over on the opposite side of the gravel road from the station. It was a pale blue color and littered with various stickers on some parts. Three men slowly emerge from the van at their own pace, you can't help but take notice of their drastic tastes in clothing; not like there’s anything better to do at this hour than people watch when the opportunity arises… The tallest one looks like a dressed-down soldier and surprisingly he pulls out an actual paper map which is kinda weird, the service isn’t that bad out here; something you’re grateful for. The second guy is dressed in bright clothing and is climbing his way onto the top of the van and just… sits there for a minute and intently stares off down the road they came from, like he's looking for something before climbing down and into the back of the van. The last one is dressed all in black, a kind of streetwear look going on, he leans on the front of the van and lights a cigarette. The lights flicker again and you make a mental note to tell the manager about it.

Maybe those three are just double unlucky, lost and with dead phones and they’ve pulled over for a map break. You try to ignore them, not in the mood to go out of your way to be friendly to non-customers especially so late at night but there's something different about the way they carry themselves... At that thought you roll your eyes so hard they might pop out, you must be really bored or the constant buzzing of the fluorescent lights is starting to drive you nuts, you swear it's getting louder and now the tv is being jumpy. The storm must be getting closer. If those guys need help then they’ll just come over and ask for it. Plus walking over to a group of men in the middle of the night is some dumb shit right out of a horror movie.

You whip out your phone and scroll through the various apps, doing nothing in particular when you take a glance at the men again and the one smoking catches your eye and he doesn’t look away… at all. His expression is unwelcoming, with lazy hooded eyes and a frown etched into light brown skin. The radio raises and dips in volume. “Damn.” You think to yourself, got caught staring… when try to play it off and go back to your phone you find that you can’t look away and your thoughts suddenly start to race. It feels like the station is suddenly full of people and you feel a bit lightheaded, nauseous even... Where's that static buzzing noise coming from? These guys... This feels wrong, you don't know why, you can't put your finger on it. Your hair raises on end and something primal is telling you to turn tail and run. Shooting caution to the wind you say fuck it and decide you want these guys gone, how long have they been standing there? Did they move at all? Can they even read that map? And what the hell is going on with the lights and electronics in the station right now? Is the storm going to be that bad?

You muster up all the courage you can and leave the comfort of the well-lit store, your phone gripped tightly in your hand; the map app is thankfully working so you'll just ask where they're headed and give them directions anything to get them out of here. You make your way over to them remembering to plaster on a painfully strained smile, the one smoking notices, he never stopped staring, and scrambles to make his way to you pretty quickly, faster than your walking pace. For a second you think he might straight up deck you in the face or plow right through you without even stopping, he certainly looks intimidating in the lighting. You barely take notice of the lights gently flickering out here too, the outside speakers sounding muffled and garbled. The man in black reaches you quickly on the station's side of the road and suddenly his whole expression and demeanor changes so quickly it could have given you whiplash.

His frown is now a lazy smile to match those eyes, it's smug and gives off the feeling that he knew you wouldn't be able to help yourself... You kind of want to slap that look off his face. He speaks calmly and quietly, what little fire you had going in your gut is snuffed out immediately as his voice draws you in. His voice has you listening so intently it reminds you of a child listening to their mother as she tells you why you should NOT talk to strange men at night. He has your full attention, you hear nothing but him. You manage to exchange pleasantries and the like as he tells you that he and his brothers are fine, they’re just taking a break and have their route figured out already. You don’t have much else to say, they don’t seem to need you or your services. Your gaze lingers on the VW, the back windows are tinted and there's a faint noise coming from it; probably the radio, you're too far away to tell. You continue examining it until the guy in black pops into your vision again. It startled you out of your trance and he asks if you're feeling alright, you nod dumbly and quickly say your goodbyes and wish them good luck and hurriedly turn your back on the three, heading back to the safety of the station. You faintly hear the heavy back doors of the VW open and slam shut, once inside the station you notice the brightly colored one is back on top of the VW. You don't linger on them for long as your head starts to throb and that static noise picks up again, you lock yourself in the break room for the rest of the night. Fuck the night shift.

You didn’t know it but you were lucky you walked away when you did. They don’t like people who pry and they don’t like nosey onlookers, Good Samaritans be damned. They’re working just like you, but their work is different… their work had them pulling over right across from a single gas station with bright neon lights on a crisp night; a thin veil of low-hanging fog covering a rural forest road, the smell of petrichor thick in the air. Their work was in the back of their van putting up a fight again, desperately trying to get the attention of a lone gas station employee, heavily muffled whimpers all they could manage. The brightly colored one had slipped into the van for a reason he had taken care of their work, finishing it. They lingered after to listen to the whispers that came from the woods, praising their good work.

You never gave the encounter a second thought just like you never thought twice about the news of a body found in the river not too far away from the station, VW tracks completely washed away from the storm. You never saw them again and your memory of those unsettling strangers became like static on an old television screen before completely fading away.

[kiridarling]

𝐆𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐕𝐈𝐁𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐈����𝐍𝐒.

katsuki bakugou | f!reader, implied(ish) mafia!kats, choking, exhibitionism, cockwarming, riding, mild corruption themes, degradation, whore/slut!calling. minors dni!

— 2.5k words

"Listen, I don't give a fuck about your friend—I wanna get to know you better."

“Um, excuse me? Have you seen my friend?”

The ash-blond swimming in smoke stills, mid-conversation with some half-dressed woman to his right. In fact, all the half-dressed women snap their heads your way, all ten of them, sizing you up in your non-promiscuous dress and heels (not compared to theirs, at least) and obvious awkwardness and uncouthness. The ash-blond frowns.

“How’d you fuckin’ get in here?”

“Um,” you glance at the green-haired bouncer who let you through—he’s too busy guarding the entrance to notice. “I just pretended like I knew who you were and he...let me in?”

“Fuckin’ Deku,” the ash-blond groans, rubbing a hand over his face before tossing it over the back of the booth. “Whadd’ya want?”

“Um, I was wondering if you’ve seen my friend,” you repeat, hands fiddling with your bracelets as you crack under the pressure of all the eyes. “She’s um, kinda short with long brown hair. I don’t...it was hard to see the color of her dress in the dark, but I think it was purple?”

The ash-blond blinks as you fumble over your words, causing a second of silence where he does nothing but stare until he snaps, digging his cigar into the ash-tray with finality.

“All right. Shoo, ladies.”

The women surrounding the ash-blond whine and boo. He seems unfazed though, simply shrugging as he says:

“Gotta help this pretty thing find her friend.”

The women clear out quickly and quietly after that. And though you’re unsure why, many of them shoot very nasty looks your way as they pass under the neon red exit sign and into the chaotic club. They look like they want to kill you.

Anyways.

“So...does that mean you know where my friend is?”

“Nope,” the ash-blond says, popping the ‘p’ as he adjusts to the extra space in the booth. “But you get a solid fuckin’ view from up here. Sit.”

You nod and take the spot next to him, scanning the crowd below with narrowed eyes. You look for something, anything that could hint at where your friend could be, but wind up empty-handed.

"D'ya come here often?" he asks, and you shake your head.

"No. I mean, I heard the place is kind of new anyway, so," you shrug absentmindedly. You think you see your friend for a second, just catching a glimpse of brown hair, but once the girl turns, it's clear she's not who you're looking for. Dammit.

"Guess so," the man grunts. You hear him shift but you don't look. "The o—"

"Shoes, did you see her shoes?" You ask before realizing your thought process is light years ahead of his. He gives you a blank look. "I mean—sorry, they're like, really high stilettos with gold on the bottom. I think."

The stranger's angled eyebrows drop. "No."

"Dammit," you click your tongue, before turning back to the crowd. No...no...no...no...

"Listen, I'm not gonna sugar coat it—I don't give a fuck about your friend." He says with a sigh. Your head snaps to look at him because it doesn't matter if he meant it, that's rude, but your thoughts disintegrate into nothing as he grabs you by the chin and says, "I wanna get to know you better."

"Um," You swallow. He's close to the point where your eyes cross trying to put him into focus. "M-Me?"

"You," he confirms with a cocked eyebrow. "What, never been the center of attention before, Princess?"

You falter. Not like this.

"So," he continues when you don't respond. "What's your name, Princess? I'm Katsuki."

You give him yours and meet his hand halfway for a handshake, much too aware of how big it is compared to yours. Katsuki hums, both arms on either side of your being and ultimately, caging you to the booth.

"Y/N..." He repeats, experimentally, like he's trying to see how it fits in his mouth. You don't mind the way it sounds coming from him. "I like it.”

"O-Oh, um," you're unsure of what to say, so you do nothing but blush and place a hand to his chest. You try your hardest to hide your surprise upon feeling how firm it is. "Thank you."

"Don't gotta thank me for stating the obvious," Katsuki grunts, adjusting so his eyes are leveled with yours. "What do you like to do, Y/N?"

There's a hand on your thigh.

It sits right where your dress stops, and it burns—but you find yourself unsure of what you want it to do, whether you want it to go away or continue its journey up. And that's exactly what it does, as Katsuki thumbs the hem to your skirt and you try your hardest to focus on your reply.

"U-Um..." you panic, too much heat in his eyes for comfort. "I don't know."

Katsuki raises an eyebrow in faint amusement, "You don't know?"

"W-Well, I mean—!" You try after realizing how utterly empty-headed you must sound. Katsuki's chuckle diffuses your efforts fairly quickly.

"You're cute, you know that?" He says gruffly, carmine red eyes burning through the dark of the club. You suppress the urge to shrink.

"I—um, thank you," you flush embarrassingly red. Katsuki's eyes study your being for a moment, flickering up and down, and up again until he's tapping the side of your thigh twice.

"Sit in my lap, Princess."

He guides you using your wrist and for some reason you allow him to guide you into his lap, grunting as he nestles you on him comfortably as he overlooks the club. You falter upon feeling something...strangely hard. “What’s that?”

“My dick,” Katsuki grunts, almost absentmindedly, and yet the vulgar comment takes you so off guard that it nearly knocks the wind out of you.

“Oh.”

“‘S your fault for gettin’ me all worked up, Princess,” Katsuki’s hands find their way around your waist before they’re guiding your hips into rolling small, smooth circles against him. Katsuki’s back thumps against the back of the booth as he admires the view, groaning behind a bitten lip. “Told ya to sit still and you didn’t listen.”

You suppose that’s valid.

Plus, you’re enjoying the little groans he’s letting out—along with the sharp inhales when your hips dig harder into his.

“How um—how do I help?”

“Just keep sittin’ pretty, Princess,” Katsuki growls, and you nod, allowing him to guide your hips to his will. It’s a lot of movement, and you find yourself shying away from the balcony as he hikes your dress up to your waist—ultimately exposing the entirety of your lower half. Your goosebumps rise.

“What if people see?”

”They won’t. We’re too high up,” Katsuki soothes, rubbing a thumb over your ribcage as he hooks his chin over your shoulder. “And if they’re fuckin’ nosy? Let ‘em see. The sick fuckers will appreciate the show.”

Let them see. You shiver at that.

Katsuki’s running his hot hands all over your body and they make you feel nothing short of sexy, sliding them up the sides of your body until they curve over your breasts, and drop back down to your hips. They move as if they’re mapping out your body, trying to figure out what makes you tick and what makes you crumble, and you sigh along with the satisfying glide.

“Fuck...you have a better body than those girls ever will,” he groans, but you flush at the way he seems to say it more to himself than to you. “Fuckin’ perfect, fuck.”

“T-Thank you,” you flush, unsure if you were supposed to take the praise or not. Katsuki chuckles.

“So fuckin’ cute, too. You’re welcome, Princess.” His hands move from your waist to the sides of your thighs, tapping twice with open palms. “Squat.”

“Squat?” You confirm with furrowed eyebrows. Katsuki grunts and manhandles you to your feet with a sigh. There isn’t a whole lot of space between the booth and the railing, forcing you to fold over the banister with the cool thing pressing into your gut and your arms keep you from falling completely. You shiver from the cool air as his fingers hook around the fabric of your panties, and then you feel something hot kiss your entrance before Katsuki’s guiding you back down using your hips.

You’re full of him, immediately, and you struggle to hide a whimper as he wastes no time in bottoming out.

“O-Oh—“

“Never had somethin’ this big before, huh Princess?” Katsuki’s strained voice is the only evidence that lets you know he’s feeling good, and you’re tightening around him with a nod.

“N-No, definitely not.”

You have to rest your head against the buzzing railing to just breathe through it, to adjust, and Katsuki chuckles at your shuddering chest. He taps a steady rhythm that matches the beat of the music into your side but doesn’t move, and you find a strange comfort in the vibrating club, with the addition of something inside you providing a uniquely comfortable warmth.

"C-Can I—"

"No," Katsuki grunts, placing heavy hands on your hips to ensure you'll stay in place. "Find your fuckin' friend, first. Y'got a good view."

You whimper and nod, resting your forehead against the cool railing. Fuck—he fills you up too well. As you watch people live their lives down below, you rake your eyes through the crowd in search of a purple dress—and you come up empty.

"I-I don't even know if she's here," you defend, chest shuddering. Katsuki chuckles, though it's laced with something heavier.

"Really? 'Cause you were so fuckin’ sure about twenty minutes ago."

Katsuki's hand cracks against your ass—with a sound you're surprised no one heard over the music—and you yelp. "Dirty fuckin' girl, grinding back on my cock. Impatient girls get punished, you know."

You nearly moan behind a bitten lip. You weren't even aware you were moving.

“F-Found her,” you barely croak out, so relaxed your upper body practically drapes off the balcony. Katsuki snorts, leaning forwards so his mouth is flush against the back of your neck—you gasp from the adjustment.

“Prove it.” He grunts breathily, clearly in a similar condition.

“U-Um, the gold stilettos," you barely manage, and Katsuki hisses as you tighten around him to point down into the fray—lo and behold, there she is, in the middle of the goddamn dance floor with some guy you've never seen before. You...suppose you're in a similar situation. A better one.

"Good girl," the ash-blond coos. Shivering, your hips rolling on their own, but this time Katsuki lets them. You don't stop. “Fuckin’ choking my cock, shit.”

His hands get a little shaky and though it’s hard to discern through your own arousal, you take note of how thin his voice sounds, and continue to roll your hips in the way that makes him shiver. Katsuki starts to trail kisses up your neck which turns into a bite of your earlobe, causing you to hiss from the feeling.

“‘S good?” You ask—Katsuki’s chest vibrates against your back.

“Fuckin’ perfect,” he huffs, guiding hands sliding down your waist. “Keep goin’.”

Not that you were planning on stopping.

Katsuki’s hands slide between your thighs to rub at your clit. You nearly shout, thighs seizing, and the ash-blond chuckles at your inability to stay quiet as if he wasn’t sliding a free hand up your dress to play with your chest.

“Dirty fuckin’ girl—you aren’t even trying to hide it now, are ya? Moanin’ in the club like a goddamn whore.”

You nearly choke at that, slamming a hand over your lips to muffle the sound. Not that anyone would be able to hear you over the club music, but still. Public decency.

Either way, your reaction has Katsuki chuckling, and he hooks his chin over your shoulder as he says, “You like it when I call you dirty, Princess? You like when I point out how fuckin’ filthy you are for me?”

You nod your head vehemently, now bouncing on Katsuki’s cock with a newfound enthusiasm—and you figure the slap on your ass is a signal to respond.

“Answer me, slut.”

“Y-Yeah, I do,” you whimper, and Katsuki’s hand crawls from your breasts to your neck, cutting off your oxygen supply in the best way. Your eyes roll to the back of your head, nearly gasping as you slur:

“Gonna—gonna cum.”

“Yeah? Gonna cum all over my cock in the middle of a club, huh?” Katsuki’s chuckle strains from arousal and you’re positive he’s not that far behind. The hand on your clit speeds up and Katsuki curses as you tighten around him, teeth digging into the meat of your shoulder.

“Cum for me, Princess, fuckin’ do it—“

You squeeze around him with a shout before your orgasm comes over you, shoulders shuddering. Katsuki groans out a broken good girl before his hips buck and grip tightens around your waist as he cums, hands guiding your hips to ride both of your orgasms out until they finally come to a still.

You shiver as Katsuki catches his breath in your neck. Eventually, your racing hearts beat in time with the music and bodies cool enough to not feel so slick with sweat, and finally, Katsuki pulls out with a groan. He doesn't remove you from his lap, though.

"You good?"

You nod, fixing your hair in hopes that you'll look more put together than you feel. "Yeah—yeah I'm fine. You?"

Katsuki turns you in his lap to face him (though it does take some awkward clambering due to the limited space). He zips up his fly and you pull down your dress, the next steps about as uncertain as walking in the dark.

"Why're you asking me?"

"I dunno," you shrug, bottom lip poking out in indifference, "Pussy can take a lot out of a guy, I guess."

Katsuki's pale pink lips slide into a lazy smile, and he drops his head with a snort. "I—yeah okay. Sure."

"What?" You giggle, gesturing at his heaving chest before crossing your hands over yours with a huff. "You're out of breath, aren't you? I did all the work."

Katsuki chuckles at your petulance, shaking his head in defeat, "Y'got me there."

He rests his head against the backboard of the booth to give you a look. You can't put your finger on it, but you feel exposed nonetheless, and you struggle not shrink from it. He licks his lips, "You drink, Princess?"

"Depends," you shrug. The ash-blond grins.

"What do you like?"

"Shirley Temples," you giggle, coiling your arms around his neck. Katsuki's hands return to your waist and it's...comfortable. "Why, you wanna buy me one?"

Katsuki makes a face that signifies yes, he does, and you follow his eyes in peering towards the dance floor again. You see your friend exactly where you saw her last, and upon feeling eyes on her, she looks around to find yours. She shoots you a wink—you roll your eyes.

"What about your friend?" Katsuki snorts, lifting an eyebrow. You snort.

"I found her, didn't I?" You wink, standing to your feet to pull him towards the bar. "Now c'mon! Doing all that work made me thirsty."

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[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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Automatic Heritage

Chapter 6: Up

Chapter index: • ch 1 • ch 2 • ch 3 • ch 4 • ch 5 •

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Everything just hurt, and not just physically.

She dragged herself one foot at a time, the pain of the bite marks in Cyan’s shell made it hard to move, but she knew she had to keep going. She kept her eyes down, watching her feet, and taking notice that she already had a hole in the leg of her new pants.

“Was this my fault?” she wondered. Surely she could have said no to her twin sister, but that look…

That look Beryl gave back in the greenhouse with all of the same sureness that there was going to be another day, all for a silly set of numbers, was tearing her apart. She couldn’t blame her though, there was only one time in her life when Beryl had a strong feeling about something ridiculous and it turned out better than expected. That turned out to be Whitney, back during what he would call his “prodigal son” days.

Boy was that scary.

Shaking those thoughts she switched to warmer ones. If she was going to make it out alive she knew she had to focus on the positive. She thought back to the early days when she was freshly online, waking up next to her Beryl-faced twin. Cyan herself came up with the names, just simply colors.

She missed it. How innocent they were. Exploring theempty city with no fear. Playing and making up games. It wasn’t long before Beryl was the one finding new friends, she would introduce Cyan to everyone she met.

Friends… Those were hard. Beryl was always the outgoing one despite how quiet she could be at times. Cyan never had the same talent that her twin did in that regard. Maybe that is why she kept finding herself returning to the dead part of the city even after the Zurks evolved.

She shuffled to a stop and slumped over some boxes. Sleep notifications beeped at her inside her head. Could she recharge? That could keep them away.

She looked up from her headrest to glance around. The soft amber glow of a neon lamp beckoned her in a small abandoned storefront. She rose and made her way inside, finding televisions lining the walls. They hummed softly, static crackling across the screens. Once inside she closed the door behind her and slumped to the floor.

Cyan was not dead, she knew that, but she felt like she wanted to be. She leaned her body slowly down and curled into a fetal position on the floor, the rug on the ground providing no comfort in her pain. Regardless, it was still something, and she lied there.

Was this it? She thought about her promise to Beryl, to be back for her. Surely the city wouldn’t change if she left, so what would happen if she just turned off?

For good?

There were always others who ventured out for supplies and bots willing to protect.

Cyan became aware that she had been staring at her hand for a minute, maybe more. Her vision cleared and she looked up to see a remote on the ground across from her. After staring at it for a while she tentatively grabbed it and pressed its soft buttons. Maybe whatever was left of human television could distract her.

“You have GOT to be absolutely joking with me now!”

The televisions all lit up with a dark purple glow as a voice from the static scolded her. It was enough to shock Cyan onto her knees. Cowering she could see… a face? It was more like an eye really, and it was blinking right at her.

“Who the hell are you?” Cyan beeped, suddenly aware that someone was talking to her through the television screens.”

“Who am I?” The purple period mark of an eye glared at her as a digital bar like something from a stereo bounced as the stranger talked. “Honey, I could be your new potential boss and you choose to talk to me like that? Kids these days I swear!”

Another screen turned yellow and more bars bounced on as another voice popped up. “Boss, keep it short, I am not sure how old this tech is.” It faded out.

“Ugh, you're right… Get up and stand girl, you have the opportunity of a lifetime here.”

Cyan had no idea what was happening, but she did not want to test it. Wobbling she rose to her knees and looked the stranger straight in the face. “Um yes, uh…?” She fiddled with her fingers.

“Ma’am. I was assigned female upon sentience.”

The yellow bars came up again “Phft, whatever”

“Ignore them.” The purple eye glared. “I have been watching you girl. if you haven’t noticed, there are security cameras all over this little hole you live in.”

“The slums?” Cyan asked.

“Okay, you can be kinder than that.” Purple scolded.

“No, that is actually where I live.”

“Oh, bot…” the purple eye squinted. “Well, at least you're honest.”

“Hey!” Cyan retorted.

“Enough! As I said, I have been watching you. Your art is impressive, I’m seeing it everywhere in these dark streets.”

Cyan tilted her head. “My art?” As if on cue the lights outside the store flickered on with a splash of color on the walls. Leaning forward she saw that it was one of her graffiti murals. The depiction of two robots of similar make danced as they held hands. The first art of her early years, a tribute to sisterhood.

Tugging at the wires near her head she continued to admire her early memories. “Um, thank you, I didn’t think…”

“I think you would be an excellent addition to the team.” The purple eye interrupted.

Cyan almost popped a wire out. “Team?”

“I have a work pass all set up for you. As soon as you arrive at the… slums… pack up. The elevator will be there and you can head right up.”

A third screen popped up with a blue face, its pink features giving her a wink. “You're a lucky duck that I got on here as well. I found one of your friends down there and he is heading your way now with first aid.” Pink sighed. “Shame if you are actually coming up, he looks cute…”

Cyan glared at Pink while Yellow spoke their mind. “Maggs I swear to bot…”

“Good job Maggs, remind me to give you a bonus.” Purple praised. Cyan could have sworn that she saw yellow roll their eyes.

Purple looked back to Cyan, “I only have an hour to work with the Peacekeepers before they are forced back up, so once they are down hussle. Don’t make them wait or you will miss your shot.”

Just as she was about to fizzle out Cyan caught purple. “Wait! Two things, it will be quick!”

The purple eye paused. “I’m listening.”

“The slums have been desperately trying to contact the upper levels for years, please give them what you know. If you find Clementine or others who call themselves Outsiders then you have the right people.”

The eye looked like she was looking around in front of her. “Alright I will make a note…”

“And thank you, ma’am, for the warning.”

The eye looked up. “The what?”

Cyan became confused. “The warning in the subway? That was you, correct? The writing on the monitor?”

Purple looked indifferent, “That wasn’t me honey, there has to be someone else roaming the city.

“What?” Cyan wondered out loud and rubbed the back of her neck, only to feel dampness soak the sensors in her hand. Bringing it to her screen she could barely make out a dark stain against the soft black padding of her hand. Oil?

The Purple stranger looked to the door, “Looks like help arrived, remember what I said.” With that, all televisions went dark and the amber glow of the neon signs lit up what was left of the shop. A bizarre stillness hung in the air as Cyan tried to understand what just happened.

She wasn't alone for long, hearing the handle of the door twist to unlock she saw a rusty companion with a gray pullover tentively enter the store.

”Cyan? Are you in here?”

“Benzoo?” She attempted to rise to her feet but could feel her limbs begin to lock.

Starteled by her appearance the blue freckled-faced robot was quick to take out a first aid kit. Laying it on the floot he reached out to steady her. “Maybe you should take it easy. Let's get what we can patched up.

Cyan grunted in pain. “I think my fluid intake has been severed, can you see it?”

Benzoo brightened his screen and made the patch “Yeah, we are going to need that if we don’t want your limbs locking up. I will keep an eye out for a vending machine on our way out, but we should move.”

“Zurks…”

“We made a safe route back home, don’t worry.” Benzoo lifted Cyan to her feet and gave his shoulder for support. Looking at the gesture she paused, thinking twice about taking it.

Benzoo’s face deadpanned, a face that knew what was up. “Cyan, you're not being a burden.” He swung her arm around his shoulders and guided her to the door. She reluctantly leaned into him, her joints felt like sandpaper while limping on one leg.

“I know, I just… I don’t know.”

“Well, it sounds like you have a friend now who does know, looks like things are… looking up for you?” He smiled, proud of his joke.

Cyan completely ignored it. “They told you about the elevator?”

“They as in multiple people?”

Pain shot up her leg as she pitched forward. Catching herself on a concrete wall she paused to skim her eyes across it, finding her mural.

Beryl did not need her, did she? Her twin had enough to live on. The problem was that Beryl's sad, determined face was still in her mind.

Up. Cyan decided she had to go up. For Beryl.

Her optics fuzzed as she hissed static at the pain in her limbs, trying to endure it. Benzoo looked ready to catch her. “Do we need to take a break?”

She stopped him with a hand. “I…” then leaned her head on the wall to look at him, “I want to go home…need to pack up…”

Benzoo tentatively put his hand on her shoulder, giving a sad whine. “We will miss you Cyan.”

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I am currently brain dead from a day at NASA yesterday so weeeeee!

[bmbochangetales]

Hi! I was wondering if you could write something with piercings and dumbification 😋 what would I get at the cafe for that?

Your boss was breathing down your neck. The deadline was still a week away. You were ahead of schedule, but it still wasn't good enough. Worse still, he just sent you on the coffee run. You were not an intern or an assistant.

You had to get back for a meeting in 20 minutes and the normal coffee shops were too busy. You were ready to tell your boss to get his own coffee and shove it up his....

Doll's Cafe

And there was a spot right in front, this would have to do. You needed 20 coffees and hopefully this place was fast. You throw your car into park and rush in not even taking the keys out of the ignition.

A buff looking man is at the register and he was staring and drooling. You start rattling off the office order in too much of a rush to see him watching a gif of his boss bouncing her tiddies on repeat as it had been for the last hour.

"3 iced coffees black, 2 with whole milk, 1 with skim, 1 with coconut milk, 2 with soy and 1 with almond milk. 3 hot black, 2 with cream and sugar" You pause to take a breath.

Cock scratches his head and tries rubbing his dick to help him think. "Umm 2 black coffees..." You let out a cry of frustration.

"Cock! Go take your break, we need more heavy cream! I got this" Doll swept in from the back and to the register. Your eyes are met with the biggest tits you have ever seen. You swear her phone must be going crazy in her pocket with the buzzing sound coming from her.

""3 iced coffees black, 2 with milk, 1 with skim, 1 with coconut milk, 2 with soy and 1 with almond milk. 3 hot black, 2 with cream and sugar" she repeated back to you. You started to relax.

"Two Americanos, Two lattes and one quad shot soy latte extra extra hot with 1 pump hazelnut syrup, 1 pump cinnamon, no foam, light whip with a salted caramel drizzle" you hated ordering your boss's drink. Especially because he got pissed when it was wrong even though you just order it, not make it.

You quickly scanned the menu for your drink. Might as well treat yourself on the company dollar. "A bubbly real teal boba tea with pabo powder and piercing pearls" you don't even know really what you ordered it just came out.

"Perfect! we just imported that powder from Korea. You'll love it cutie" She stepped away and was popping drinks out one after another.

You eyes has been skimming the case and in a matter of minutes, Doll had most of the drinks ready. Cock came is with a small pitcher of the cream he was sent to fetch. Doll quickly whipped it up for your boss's complicated latte. she placed then in carriers and bags and you were on your way to the car.

"Doll what's pabo powder? asked Cock scratching his head, really confused about the new menu item.

"It's korean for stupid powder. She gonna be a cute little dummie!"

Cock giggles.

"I think the office is going to get a whole new vibe Cock" doll said with a happy smile.

In the car, you begin sipping you drink as you race back for the meeting. You pulled in to the parking garage in the exit lane. Whoops! At least, no one was going in or out and the guard was on his lunch. You take another huge gulp, as the pearls and sweet concoction go down your throat, you feel almost like your drunk. You let out a giggle as an alarm goes off so you know you have 10 minutes to get back up to your desk. You grab the bags of coffee and rush towards the elevator.

You stare at the buttons when you get there. Mmmmm which one. the up pointy or down pointy. What if you push both? As you struggle, a co-worker comes and presses the arrow "Can I get my coffee?" She doesn't wait for an answer and shuffles through. She finds her and begins sucking it down as you go in the elevator. you stare looking for onety-one. You see it but the wrong 1 is first. Still your co-worker presses 11. Oh, it must be the same.

"Ya know, I super like your earrings! A whole ear is just super sexy! and like your nose!" suddenly the girl from accounting sounds like a valley girl. you look at her. She is decked head to toe in neon colored latex. She swizzles the last few sips as you hit your floor.

You catch your reflection in the mirror. Earrings dangle out of your ears and a rings hangs from your nose with a hoop on the side. When did that happen! You were so dumb!

As soon as you think the word, you felt a wave of pleasure. You nearly drop the coffee but make it to the counter and put it all down. Your lips grow plush and overfilled, perfect to show off the lip ring. The tongue ring in your mouth matches perfectly. You just want to hang your tongue out and show it off. Your hair becomes a striking teal color. Meanwhile your head is getting fuzzier.

Coworkers are picking up their drinks and nobody seems to take notice of your transformation. You can’t seem to process as the office switches from sales to phone sex. The drinks affecting everyone in record time.

Your old office partner is now the resident domme dressed in black answering a disobedient boy who she will punish. The quiet old lady who was ready to retire is now an energetic plastic enhanced MILF in her 40s teasing a college age boys. Brad has grown massive tits becoming the best hooker the company has seen. The HR team was going around give oral to each worker making sure they felt amazing and gave the best service.

You work here? You couldn’t even think now. Your head just becoming a fluffy mess.

“Where’s my coffee? Your boss bellowed. You final coherent thought was to carry it into his office. You struggled to push the door for a minute before an HR cock sucker moved you away from the window in front of the door. You had to really focus to even remember how to walk. As you struggled, your business button down became a sheer white tank top perfect for showing off your pierced EE tits. Your boss hardly acknowledged you as he swiped the cup which magically hadn’t spilled even though you were holding upside down. The hard work had caused you to drool, with it running down.

“This isn’t right your so dumb….” He trailed off but it was too late for you. Final thoughts left your head and orgasms took over your body from that beautiful word. Thinking was out of your league but also you boss now too. Cock’s cum seized him up as he grew into in overinflated himbo. A dog collar appeared as he chewed off his expensive suit. The office cock puppy wouldn’t be a problem anymore.

The best resident dumb slut an office could have was you. You unfortunately were too dumb to understand much of what happens around you but that’s okay. You were here just to be slutty and dumb.

[potter-imagines]

Meadow (George Weasley x Reader)

Prompt: Hi, maybe fred or george (you can choose) and the reader are spending the afternoon in a flower meadow together? (sorry for my english, it's not my first language)🙈😊

Notes: okay I'm sure spring break isn't a thing at hogwarts but for this write, it is . hope you enjoy !!

Warnings: none, just a lot of fluff cause everyone loves george

Word Count: 3.5k

Spring break was winding down to a close as early April broke through. New life was brought to fruition as the snow from the harsh winter evaporated into the ground. Outside the grounds of the Weasley’s home were fields and fields of open land. Flowers sprouted in every step creating a kaleidoscope of colors. Those tumbling plains seemed to extend for miles beyond the horizon. Just beyond those grassy hills and slopes was a large, secluded meadow.

It was the early hours of a Saturday morning when a pair invaded the area far before the sun began to rise. The meadow Y/n and George had been occupying seemed to be the perfect location to view the birth of the new season. The perfect spot to enjoy each other’s company. Soon they would be ushered back to Kings Cross and board the Hogwarts Express- George for his last time and Y/n, well it certainly wouldn’t be her last time, no matter how hard she dreamed it was. The topic of George leaving Hogwarts was one the couple tip-toed around. Break was only two weeks but that meant two extra weeks for the pair to be together. With the school year tumbling to an end, George would be leaving school soon with his brother to start his dream and Y/n would be stuck needing to finish her last year at Hogwarts alone. The girl was a year below her boyfriend and although it never caused any friction for the pair, the gap was finally giving them issues.

In George’s mind, arriving to his last school year was both an accomplishment, and a burden. As excited as he was to finally leave those stone walls that held him back, the last thing he wanted was to leave her behind. It didn’t make any of the pain easier knowing that he’d be leaving alongside Fred earlier than the rest of their classmates. Y/n had been the only other living soul Fred and George had filled in on their grand exit plan. They needed someone to keep guard and be a lookout so who better than the one person they trusted not to run their mouth.

There was a heavy smell of earth in the air, mixed with the faint odor of new growth. The vivid green leaves and the cheerful colors of the blossoms are a feast. Flowers popped up from the soiled ground and the fruit hanging from the trees were starting to come to life.

The couple had spent a good portion of their break at the secluded meadow. In a way, it became their little secret spot. Not that it was a secret location by any means. Fred and George had discovered the meadow a few years back when they had ventured miles away from the burrow. The boys were always adventurous, especially when Molly and Arthur finally allowed them free range outside the family home when they were eleven. There were miles and miles of tall grass and woodland that made it easy to get lost. Of course with Fred and George, losing their way was never a worry. When the boys stumbled upon the breathtaking meadow, George seemed to be the only one interested in their find. Fred had wandered off into the section of forest they entered through, his attention captured by a group of baby deer camouflage in the woods. For years George would wander back to the meadow on his own when he needed a break from the loudness of his siblings or grew tired of Ron trailing on his coattails every turn. He promised himself he would keep the spot to himself, let it be his own private sanctuary. This plan ran smooth for a few years before George made the exception to break the rule for one person only.

But for now, the two could only take advantage of the time they had together and they didn’t intend to spend a second apart. It looked as if Y/n and George had stepped straight into a storybook. The grass was Eden-green and thigh-high to a thrush. A neon-blue ribbon of river ran through the ground in a squiggle line. A party of bright yellow ducklings scattered in the calm water, small quacks filling the air. Chirping and sweet songs from the birds made that feeling of Spring become a reality. Buzzing bumble bees and wildflowers sprung along the land. The sounds of nature engulfed the girl whole as she melted into the soft grass.

“I could stay here for the rest of my life- away from people, away from the world. It’s peaceful.” Y/n hummed softly. Her large doe eyes observed the clouds that formed a perfect line-up in the baby blue sky, as if they were boats safely moored in celestial harbour. Peeks of sunlight seeped in through the cracks in the fluffy clouds casting a shimmering light as they danced slowly by in the sky. Just a moment before she was listing off all the animals and objects she saw in the sky. Now she was considering the thought of staring at them forever.

George stole a quick glance down where she laid in his lap. Strands of her h/c hair flowing across his legs and hands. It tickled against his skin as a light breeze swept past. Her abrupt words had caught him off guard. He had missed the sound of her voice for the last hour, although adored the trance-like state of happiness that she was in so he was constantly biting his tongue to keep his thoughts from pouring out. Now that she was somewhat back to earth, he was eager to chat. Tilting his head in her direction George raised his eyebrows.

“Yeah?” He questioned.

A smile graced her lips as she nodded in confirmation. The land was beautiful, unlike anything she had seen. There certainly weren’t any meadows with such serenity as this in the city of London. For once in her life she could hear the sound of her heart beating in the quietness of the open land and she loved it. No cars honking, no crabby cityfolk shoving their way through crowds, no taxi drivers screaming at pedestrians to move, no bright lights, just nature and all of its creations.

Extending her arm, Y/n pointed out to the land. George followed her direction to see she was gesturing to a small section of the meadow that was surrounded by an eyecatching army of poppies and bellflowers. A large willow tree stood towering over the side. In the middle was a bare section- large enough for a home to fit. Y/n grinned in excitement as she suddenly sat up straight.

“Yeah. Build a little cottage, start a garden, maybe even a family… I think it would be lovely.” She said dreamily. Her eyes looked up to George in wonder, silently asking him to share his opinion. Mirroring her previous actions, George scanned the meadow. He placed his hand against his chin, pretending to think long and hard about her idea. Y/n giggled besides him and shoved him lightly on the shoulder. He chuckled in response and leaned back into the log supporting him. George nodded in agreement to the pondering dream.

There was a casual grace to the meadow, as if it has a peripheral awareness of its own beauty yet would rather be at peace in this warm sun. It was quaint and humble yet glowing in - like a glorious mansion hidden away in a forest. A hidden gem that was to be kept away from the rest of society. Their own little happy place that opened and bloomed just for them. There was something so magical about the meadow that George couldn’t pass it up. It felt like fate leading him there- leading them.

“Think we could make that work. The family part is a definante- it’s just building a home that’ll take a bit of time. We could get started on making a family of our own right now-” George was cut off when a hand clamped over his mouth. Although he was only joking, he wouldn’t be opposed to the idea.

“George-” She warned playfully.

“Or in a few years. But living out here would be nice. ‘S not like I got to worry about commuting for work. It’d be a nice escape from the shop once we get business running, and once you graduate. Not to mention moving out here would mean I’d get to see more of you in that pretty dress. Flowers in your hair... you look so enchanting, darling.” A bashfulness struck Y/n to her core at his words. Her eyes instinctively shot down to the grass as a paint of red rose to her face. George’s heart quite literally stuttered at her reaction. Making her blush, seeing her smile because of something he said never failed to bring a sense of happiness to George. That damn smile, he thought to himself. He was sure she could convince him of anything when that innocent look took over. It was natural for her. Y/n was simply ethereal in every way.

His hand brushed as gently as a feather across the skin of her cheek. Pushing the daisy back in place behind her ear, George drew his hand down from her ear to her neck. Gripping her softly George pulled her towards his body, lessening the space between the pair. Dipping his head he leaned in towards the girl until their lips were only inches apart. He smirked teasingly, ready to make a remark when Y/n took matters into her own hands.

Linking her hand around his chin she pulled his face in hers with a deep kiss. Although she initiated the gesture, it was George’s response that made her lose all sense of control. His large hands moved from her face to her waist in an instant. Much to Y/n’s surprise he lifted her without warning, still holding her lips in his, and placed her in his lap so she was facing him. Her hands instinctively switched to wrap around his neck for stability. Fingers gripped at his short ginger locks as she adjusted her hips into his.

Y/n’s heart pounded in her chest as her entire body got weaker. She could only focus on how soft he felt against her mouth, how addictively he invaded all her senses. Everytime their lips met a rush of adrenaline and love ran through her veins. The muscles in her body went limp at his touch, jelly like. George held a tight lock around her waist keeping her steady against him. He slipped his tongue against her mouth, visibly shuddering when she slid her tongue against his in return. Tension was pooling by the second as the kiss intensified. Y/n’s strawberry dress cascaded down the side of legs as she repositioned in his lap earning a groan from George. Hot breath fanned against her face briefly at her movements. His hand darted from the small of her back to the exposed skin on her upper thigh, pushing her further into his body. The vibration of his voice against her lips and the tight grip of his hands on her thighs sent shivers down her spine. His kiss was sweet, like a long awaited embrace. Stars blurred her vision as George gripped her against his chest. The moment was quickly turning into a not so innocent kiss causing Y/n to slowly detach her lips from his. As she pulled away she remained sat in his lap, fingers brushing along the skin of his face as she admired his beauty. A smug smile was displayed on his face while he repositioned his hands behind his body to hold the pair up. Still holding his face in her palms, Y/n pressed forward to scatter a line of kisses on his cheeks. He chuckled in amusement before her kiss latched to his mouth once more. Between short and passionate pecks she fought for words to tell him how much he meant to her. She wanted to tell him all the emotions of love and desire he brought onto her. Tell him how she could never live with another- how he was the only one she wanted for the rest of her life.

“You’re too good to me, George.” She whispered against his lips. The lack of space between them was intoxicating. Heat emanated from George’s cheeks as he desperately attempted to regain his breath and compose himself. His chest was light with air caused by the sweetness of the girl before him. A small smear of glitter lip gloss covered his bottom lip in a shine.

George tasted a hint of bubble gum as his tongue swept along the skin of his bottom lip.

“I’d give you the whole world if I could but I’m afraid I don’t have the coins for that yet, princess.” Pressing his forehead against hers, George hummed the words. Y/n shook her head with a smile as she countered his grand proposition with one of her own.

“All I need is a quaint, cozy cottage out here and you… well a dog or a kitten would be nice too.” She laughed.

George could only stare at her in that moment. Her words registered although the naturalness to her beauty was too much for him to process. The sun hit her back in with such purpose it was as if she were an angel breaking through the sky. Her strawberry midi dress flowed down her sides and pooled in between his legs. Pretty pink satin clung to her form. The sparkling red strawberries fitted her perfectly. The ruffles on her shoulders gave her the look of a cottage princess, a fairy even. Hair flowing freely in the wind, it was a sight he’d never grow tired of seeing. He’d never seen someone as breathtaking as her.

Taking advantage of his silence, Y/n looked up to George in seriousness. His large brown eyes stared lovingly back to her. Gesturing to the meadow surrounding them, Y/n asked him,

“Do you think you’d be happy out here?”

George tore his stare from the girl to scope out the land once more. All the years he spent wandering down here alone in his mind and looking for some sort of answer to life, now he had found it. He could already picture where he would build a playset for the children and where he’d be able to make a small Quidditch pitch to teach your future kids. Ideas were forming for the house and how many rooms you’d both want. George was thinking somewhere around eight- extra room for more kids. Mapped out where the house would go, where he’d build a garden for you, figured out what tree would be perfect for him to put together a treehouse with Fred for the kids, and where the path would go towards the lake. The layout was quickly forming and he wanted in.

Y/n watched in curiosity as the thoughts swarmed through her lover’s head. She could see him intently thinking things over, then smiling before tilting his face back down at the girl. His head moved down so his lips could press against the skin of her forehead as he kissed her.

“Darling, as long as I’m with you, I’ll be more than happy.” He reassured her.

Y/n melted into the warmth provided by his lips. Her body leaned into his, desperate for more of him. George wrapped his arm around her shoulder tightly and fixed his body so he was sitting tall. She clung to his frame like a koala to a tree, burying her face into the material of his hoodie.

“Once I graduate?” Her muffled voice vibrated against his sternum. George ran his fingers up and down her spine as he held her tight.

“Once you graduate.” George repeated sincerely. Although they’d gone over the conversation a million different times, Y/n couldn’t help the shadow of doubts that crept into her mind. She trusted George with all her heart- every inch of her being but they’d be living in two separate worlds for a year and she worried that was something he might not want. Maybe he would realize he wanted to be with a girl his age, or someone older, someone not stuck at Hogwarts. Even without reason for worry, it still came.

Remaining in his hold yet moving back slightly, Y/n’s eyes darted to the flower covered ground. Her fingers ran along the petals absentmindedly as she worked to find the courage to speak. Her shift in emotions did not go unnoticed by the boy. George focused on the look of contemplation adorning her. As adorable as she looked, he hated seeing her in the slightest bit of distress. This went for any situation whether Y/n was stressed about a class, feeling ill, or just sad because she’s hungry, George does everything in his control to fix it for her.

“You’ll wait for me?” The sudden question took George aback. Her tone was a mix of innocence and fear. His confusion arose for the grave manner of her inquiry. Even if her worries were astonishingly unworldly to George, he knew better than to shut down her insecurities brashly. If the topic at hand weren’t so significant to their relationship, he might even crack a joke. However the seriousness in her features was not to be ignored.

George reached out to interlock his fingers through her warm hands. That comforting smile of his graced his face as he brought her knuckles up to his lips and placed a trial of kisses along the bones.

“Of course I’ll wait, love. No other girl I’d want to spend the rest of my life with- no other girl I want to call my wife, the mother of my children. No one but you, my love.” George insisted. It seemed magical to Y/n the way he always knew exactly what to say. Always so heartfelt and honest in meaning. He never told her a lie to make her happy but somehow managed to piece together a perfect string of words to make her whole again. Something in the way he spoke, in his words, it made her believe nearly anything was plausible. Most of all, she trusted him and believed that he had every intention of sticking around, which brought a sneaking grin to Y/n’s face. All those worries washed away at his words. It was a part she loved deeply about him.

The feeling of George’s touch smoothing over the bottom of her pink dress pulled Y/n back to the meadow. The scent of lavender and vanilla wafted past his nose from the perfume he had gifted her for Christmas. His fingers would skim against her bare leg in a teasing fashion as he smirked. Y/n let out a giggle at the tickling sensation of his touch. Her arms wrapped around his neck for support while her bashful grin never ceased.

“There’s that pretty smile.” George remarked with a chuckle. A sense of victory took hold of him at seeing her worries vanish. Arms locked around his neck, Y/n pulled him towards her as her head fell to his chest. Given their limited time, all the couple wanted to do for the next month was be in each other’s arms. George cherished every opportunity he got to hold her, knowing he’d spend the next year missing her everyday. It came in the little things as well like the way her hair always smelled like a basket of delicious fruits, or how she’d hum to herself while they were studying together. He already knew he’d spend most days babbling on to Fred about how much he missed Y/n. Break was almost over which meant the twins would be leaving Hogwarts for good within a few weeks. Y/n dreaded the idea of not seeing George every day, not getting to kiss him or hug him. George hated thinking about having to hear from her through letters and not getting to hear that sweet laughter every day. So for now, all George wanted was to hold his girl and enjoy the excitement for their future he felt budding inside of him.

The colors in the sky were starting to grow brighter by the minute and without saying it, the pair both knew they’d be needing to head back to The Burrow for lunch sooner then they’d care to admit. In the serenity of the meadows the couple found a sense of home. Y/n soaked in their last bits of time in the meadow before George mentioned them heading back. Although neither moved at his words but instead remained holding onto one another.

“I love you, George.”

“I love you more, princess.”