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[madamechrissy]

Meddle About

Choso art is from @aransmind omg all their art is so delicious 😩😩😭 go follow themm

pairings- Tattoo Artist Choso x F! Reader

summary- After a bad breakup, on a whim you decide to go get a tattoo!! You remember Choso from college, he was so hot and mysterious but the two of you never talked. Now, he just happens to be the artist of the shop you randomly walk into. And you quickly learn- tattoos make you horny. Whoopsie!!

warnings- this chap, sexual tension, teasing, smut coming on the next, Choso being hot asf. He's not gonna be submissive in this one sorryy

I was thinking of my last tattoo sesh 🤭🤭 Gonna be drabble style chaps 🫶🫶🖤

part two>>>

part one

You didn't expect to get soaking wet as Choso, your tattoo artist, is running that needle across your upper thigh with precision skill. So focused, biting his plump lower lip as he looks at his work, other hand on your hip as he holds you where he needs you.

You knew Choso from college but the two of you never really hung out, you thought he was gorgeous of course but never spoke up, just focusing on your studies and running on red bull and exhaustion. Seeing him today after a horrible breakup and getting a tattoo on a whim was comforting, you knew him already.

But then his fingers touched you.

Long, thick fingers, black rings on each one, painted black nails that are just a little chipped off. Music is softly playing in the background, and its just the two of you in here, in his shop, while he presses ink into your bare skin. The pain feels so good, you feel your cunt throbbing, hands gripping and ungripping at your sides. You let out a moan and he pauses, looking up under dark lashes, as his lips part just a bit

"You good, honey?" He murmurs thoughtfully, black brows knitted together, worried you were hurt. This was your first tattoo, and you were trembling a little, he's trying to ignore how sexy your thighs are, to be professional, but it's almost impossible.

Hed thought you were so pretty in college but he was sure you never noticed him, and he was too shy back then to approach you. You already knowing his name alone surprised him. Your pretty eyes look at him, they're lidded, lips glossy as you nod just a bit, shifting to get up on your elbows. Your black skirt is slipping up and revealing your panties then, making him swallow nervously. His eyes dart away before he stares too long, but he saw them, soaking light pink fabric that makes his tongue ache to lap you up.

"I'm sorry, fuck this is embarrassing," you whisper now, nervously. "I'm um..."

"Don't be embarrassed, people get um... turned on alot during tattoos." He rubs the back of his neck nervously, you eye how just a lock of hair is falling out of his spiky black bun. You brush back a lock before you can think better, and watch his eyes go almost black, feeling your heart race.

"Don't think it's just the tattoo," your soft whisper makes him ache, hard and leaking pre behind his dark ripped jeans just from that. He pictures pinning you down to this black leather bench, having you cum for him then, just from a brush of your fingers. "I'm not usually this bold, ex did a fucking number on me. I think my brain has been fucked."

"Shit I'm sorry." He's so sweet you don't even think he is interested in more, why are you ovulating right now!? And the break up. And Choso is fucking gorgeous.

To much is working against you, and could your pussy stop dribbling!?!

When he's back to tattooing you, you swallow nervously again, laying back and looking up at the mirror overhead. You see his dark head is right over your lap as he runs the vibrating needles on your inner thigh, the pain so delicious you moan again.

Choso pauses.

"Sorry!" You cover your face in embarassment when he inhales your scent, seeing the trickle of arousal slipping down your inner thigh then, glimmering under the lights. He can’t help but have one of his thumbs slipping across it, bringing it to his lips.

Your eyes widen when you peek through your fingers at him, heart hammering, he looks so fucking hot sucking your wetness off him. He places the tattoo gun down now, standing and leaning over you. Your pulse hammers in your fucking ears when a huge hand presses your thigh apart, and your eyes lock, as he drags your wrists down.

"Choso, sorry I'll stop wriggling around," he shakes his head, as you study his pierced lip, when his tongue runs across it, you catch sight of his tongue ring, wrecking your brain further.

"I can't tattoo you like this, we need a break. Get you calmed down, hmm?" You nod nervously, when he leans down, black and silver chained necklaces brushing against your throat and chest when his lips are an inch from yours. "Tell me what you need, pretty?"

You're at a loss for words, just blinking then, Choso called you pretty. Your breasts rising and falling rapidly, the stinging of your thigh burning as the a/c blows across it. You can't say shit, your hand slipping under his thin black shirt, feeling the strength of his rippling muscles, watching the violet of his eyes turn to black as you touch him.

"Use your words, honey. What do you need to calm down and let me do my work?" He raises a pierced brow, you just arch your hips. His lips quirk up. "Use. Your. Words."

"Touch me, Choso."

Hehe comment to be tagged in pt 2 🤭🤭🖤🖤 yes he would be wearing gloves, no I don't care bc I need him sucking his fingers SORRY- also yes, imma tease

[uhohdad]

(18+) John Price x Reader

John knows what he’s doing.

He’s not an idiot, and he’s certainly not blind to the glow of your cheeks and the way your voice takes on both a stammer and a higher pitch when he’s around. A captain has to be vigilant, and that just so happens to mean he’s observant to the slight shake in your knees, the nervous laughs spilling from your warped lips without caution, the way your fingers fidget in his presence.

He’d be lying if he said he wasn’t flattered, if he said he didn’t like being the object of your desire.

So he leans into it. Toying with you, entirely under the guise of plausible deniability. Keeping you guessing and fueling your fantasies, giving you hope that maybe, just maybe, your Captain returns your affection. He likes having you wrapped around his finger, and intends to give you just enough hope to keep you there.

Crossing his arms over his chest, watching you carefully as you struggle to keep eye contact, those pretty, shy eyes sneaking glances at his arms.

Lowering his voice and coating it in honey when he calls you Love, Sweetheart, Darling, just to make you falter.

Leaning in far too close when he looks at your screen over your shoulder, until you can nearly feel the heat of his chest on your back, the scent of a burnt cigar and laundry detergent intoxicating you, his voice a low and gravelly vibration in your ear. He’ll pretend he didn’t notice the sharp, squeaky inhale you make that sends blood rushing to his cock.

Approaching you from behind, resting a hand on the small of your back and sliding it off your waist as he turns to talk to you. Reveling in the way your wide eyes stare back at his, basking in the warmth radiating from your cheeks, knowing full well you’re too flustered to pay attention to a word he’s saying.

Oh, you should have seen it - the first time he responded to, “Yes, Sir,” with, “Good Girl.”

Your whole body tensed, a hitched breath catching in the back of your throat. Lips parted to say something, anything, but John broke you, didn’t he? With two little words - halted every thought in that pretty little brain and sent a wave of arousal straight to your panties.

He couldn’t even bite back his smug grin.

“You like being my good girl?”

You’re frozen, a fawn in headlights, shoes glued to the floor and unable to bring yourself to speak, settling on a faint nod instead.

“Then why don’t you bend over your Captain’s desk, Sweetheart?”

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[geezmarty]

happy wyllstarion wednesday! here's a short comic I drew for a server gift exchange 🤍❤️

[strawbeaniie]

[ Use the tags : #f/obruary2025 #f/obruary when posting your work! you're also free to tag me if you'd like me to see too!]

(˵ •̀ ᴗ •́ ˵ ) ✧ Welcome to f/obruary 2025, a 14 day prompt list that could serve as a count down to valentine's day! Although, as long as your having fun you can take it at any pace you want too. I saw someone mention prompt lists are there to help you make things but it shouldn't overwhelm you or become a burden?

*; Everything from romantic f/o's, familial f/o's platonic etc. goes here! Feel free to change the prompts to fit your needs! I like to think of these as a base you can customize toward the stuff you wanna do!

*; I'm so excited to see what everyone comes up with! From writing, to art, to moodboards or playlists? Any sort of creative medium you could think of is up for grabs! **I've got the written list of prompts under the cut, in case anyone needs them**

pr✕ship + variants dni..

01. Love Letters

02. Plushies

03. Baking

04. Arcade

05. Phone Call

06. Cuddling

07. Fairy Tale

08. Music

09. Matching

10. Karaoke

11. In the Rain

12. AU

13. Dinner

14. Valentines

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[corpusmoth]

one of the richest countries in the world asking his bf for nitro,,,….smh

[chronicallyleggless]

Fictosexual blinkies!! (Pack)

[dreamlitkiss]

𓂃 🔭⭑traveling with your F/Os . .

. . . There’s something quietly sacred about moving through the world with them; side by side on winding roads, in crowded stations, under foreign skies that feel less unfamiliar when you're together. You share headphones and snacks, trade glances that say more than words, laugh at signs you can’t read and find comfort in the way their presence makes even the strange feel like home.

They brush your hand as you walk, not always holding it, but always close enough to remind you you’re not alone. You catch them watching you when you’re looking out at the view, like you’re the one worth traveling for.

It's like a promise: no matter how far you wander, you're never truly lost.

[missandrisky]

[fentanylaced]

SILENT HILL f (2025)

[madamechrissy]

Meddle About

Choso art is from @aransmind omg all their art is so delicious 😩😩😭 go follow themm

pairings- Tattoo Artist Choso x F! Reader

summary- After a bad breakup, on a whim you decide to go get a tattoo!! You remember Choso from college, he was so hot and mysterious but the two of you never talked. Now, he just happens to be the artist of the shop you randomly walk into. And you quickly learn- tattoos make you horny. Whoopsie!!

warnings- this chap- fingering, talking you through it, soft dom Choso, he's tasting you and telling you to be a good girl, mentions of past crushes in college hehe, why can't I do anything without plot?

Gonna be drabble style chaps 🫶🫶🖤

part one - part three

part two

Touch me, Choso - Did you just say that!?

Choso's leaning over you now, fingers brushing down your cheek, down to the curve of your neck, watching your eyes dilate, your breasts rising and falling with each quickened breath. "Touch you, hmm? Where, here?"

His fingers dance across your collarbone, thumb slipping along the delicate bones there, lips a breath from yours - you taste his breath, sweet like some sugary concoction, mixed with a hint of weed, intoxicating as his violet eyes study you. You bite your lower lip, a hand slipping to grip his wrist.

"Maybe a little lower?" You murmur, and he smiles just a bit - lips quirking at the corners.

"Lower, hmm?" Choso stands then, and you curse internally, eyes shutting, before gasping as you feel him clean the tattoo in progress. He's delicate as he wipes away the excess ink, before coating it and wrapping it.

"Oh, it's stinging a bit." You say softly, leaning up on your elbows and looking down at your thigh.

"Let it sit for a while," he says softly, and you think maybe you've lost it, the tattooed part of your thigh stinging just a bit as he presses the plastic wrap, eyeing you under long lashes, before slipping his fingertips along your inner thigh, watching it tremble. "Did you want me to touch you here?"

You nod, he chuckles at you, one arm braced on the side of your head, the other hand slipping higher, your heart is pounding in your ears as the anticipation of his slow hand teases you. "Higher."

"Higher? What do we say when we want something, hmm?" He is not exactly the shy boy you remember, he's self assured in his assumption, when his thumb tugs just a bit on the elastic of your panties, soaked already. "You're not answering... what do we say?"

"Please?" He moans softly, while your hand slips up his chest, feeling the strong muscles under the soft black band tee, when his thumb brushes your clit over your panties, making you cry out. "Mnh!"

"Here, pretty?" You nod quickly, he acts as if he doesn't wanna slide right inside your cunt, feeling it's heat, the sticky damp fabric coating his fingers again, pressing harder until he finds your clit over that fabric, feeling it twitch for him as your eyes dart to his lips.

"Please, m-more," your little breathy whisper almost ends his resolve, he slips under the waistband of them now, teasing your slit bare, feeling even more wetness pouring, your eyes get lidded as you look so pretty for him. "Ngh! there, please,"

"You're such a good girl now, why couldn't you be good while I was working, hmm?" He murmurs, running circles on your clit as the sounds of your soppy cunt echo in his quiet tattoo shop, scattered with art all over the walls, you errantly wonder if it's his, but all thoughts are forced from your brain when his lips nearly brush yours. "This what you wanted?"

"Want more," you say, kissing him then, when he hitches a thigh up so he can sink a finger in your soppy little hole, groaning as he feels your gummy walls gripping him. "Ah!"

"Fuck... do you taste that good all over?" He asks gently, kissing your lips, cool metal of his black lip ring pressing into the plush of yours, he pulls back and runs his tongue along the seam of your lips, moaning now. "You do."

"Hmm..." You're kissing him deeper, his tongue ring clicks your teeth as his finger curls just fucking right, tapping that spongy spot in your walls, making you gasp. "Oh!"

"There it is," he whispers, kissing across your neck, littering your throat with bites, soft enough not to mark you, but tearing just enough to leave a sweet ache. "You're so tight, hmm honey? Can you take two?"

"Y-yes, I can - mnh!"

"So wet, that all from the tattoo?" He teases, string of saliva evaporating between your lips as he swirls his finger around your entrance, tugging your underwear down then. He slips them to your ankles, two fingers now stretching you out, and your only answer is a moan, your hips arching up. "Asked a question honey."

"Not just the tattoo, but... mnh... part of it being... this wet..." you hear it, the squelching as his two long fingers insert themselves, and your cunt is drooling down all his black rings, dripping to the black leather seat you're laying on, your words trail off, pathetic from those fingers stretching you out.

"You're making a mess," he tuts his tongue, leaning over you and kissing your lips again, your hands slip around under his shirt, feeling the strong muscles of his back. "You're gonna have to clean this up, honey."

"Huh? Mnh!" You're cut off by him slipping his two fingers out, leaving you wanting, blinking and whining at the emptiness, when he slips his two fingers in your mouth.

"Suck," his order is firm, everything about Choso you thought in these moments have proven false, it's a sexy, dominating tone, so husky and deep. His eyes go black as he watches you sucking his tattooed fingers, the sight of your cheeks hollowing far too much for him. "Good girl, you can listen."

"Please, more," you're whining, desperately, and he smiles just a bit, kissing your sweet arousal off your lips, dying to bury his face between your thighs. But, not just yet. "Choso..."

"Do I need to make you cum so we can finish the outline?" He whispers, fingers brushing up and down your slit, your nipples press against your top, making him throb for you. He'd always thought you were pretty but fuck, he's teasing you and watching your eyes roll back, your cunt grips his two fingers so tight, when he curls back up at the spot that has you arching. "Will you stay still after?"

"Mm-hmm," he chuckles a bit at how cute you are. "Promise."

"Mmm, then go ahead," he leans forward, veins bulging out of his forearm as he angles it just so, and his other hand enwraps at the nape of your neck. "Cum for me, pretty."

You're done when he scissors his fingers in and out of your cunt, truly making a mess, while he just watches you, intently - so much behind the gaze you're as intrigued as you are dizzy, he curls them just so and presses the heel of his hand on your clit as he does, and all the pressure in your tummy builds until it releases. You're not quiet when you cum, he watches it all avidly, lips parted as you cling to him, nails leaving crescents along the strong muscles of his back.

"That's it, you're doing so good for me," he whispers, urging you on, when your cries are drank into his mouth, he's trembling just a bit as he feels your cunt just spasming around his fingers, gushing down, when he eases them out with a suctioned pop. He sucks you off his fingers, groaning as you watch him, face fucked out from that.

"Holy fuck..." you've surely lost it, watching him suck your cunt off him, pussy aching from just his fingers stretching you out. Your thighs are shaky, breaths coming in little pants, when he tilts your chin up, lips glossy from your cunt.

"Now, can we get the outline done? If you sit still I'll let you cum again, all right?" You're blinking - you're dumb from him right now, your breakup that's had you completely fucked up is far back, all you can think of is cumming for him again. "Messy," he slips your soaking panties back up, and goes back to acting professional, grabbing your thigh again. "You gonna be a good girl?"

"Maybe." He chuckles, as your disoriented mind runs - is this like normal for him!? Is he fine, unaffected? You're quiet, thigh burning with that pleasant pain, making the tensing in your tummy come back as he works the needle over you, you try to calm your breaths down, wondering then.

"Feel good?" He asks softly, and you nod, hands resting over your lap as you try not to move, to shift your hips and whine for more.

"Choso... college. Why didn't we ever..."

"We did kiss, once. But... you never remembered I guess." He murmurs suddenly, a pink along his cheeks like he hadn't just fingered you and tasted you.

"What!? We kissed! When?" He sighs, eyeing you for a moment, before going back to the black outline, angling his wrist just so to follow the curve of your thigh.

"It was a party one night, you were... god you were smashed, and you just... kissed me. I took you home thanks to your friend telling me where your dorm was, and put you to bed." You wrack your brain for the memory then, and he sighs. "It was a good kiss, for you being sloppy drunk."

"Tell me the story?" You lay back down, staying still for him, and he brushes his fingers across your inner thigh, remembering.

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[dreamygirli]

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[selysie]

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