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semisgroupie · 4 years

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Diamonds Are a Girl’s Best Friend

Sugar Daddy!Nanami Kento X College Student!Female Reader

Warnings: age gap, dumbification, degredation, unprotected sex (don’t be silly wrap your willy), creampie, car sex, hints at a corruption kink, daddy kink, use of a vibrator, mean dom Nanami, dom/sub dynamics, public sex, light spit play, use of the word “cunny”, overstimulation

Word Count: 3.6k words

This is my contribution to the Ditzy n Diamonds collab check out everyone else’s amazing work!! A huge huge huge thank you to @aransangel for allowing me to participate. Enjoy!

Kento wasn’t a lonely man. He had his fair share of women in his life but they were always after his money. He would go into a relationship and they expect him to buy them the moon and the night sky after one date. Always wanting to go on shopping sprees and wanting to be spoiled. So he took himself out of the dating scene.

Until one day his friend offered a sugar daddy website to use. Kento had more money than he could keep track of, being the head of two Fortune 500 companies he had the cash rolling in. So he decided to just join it, not like he was going to find someone worth his time or money until he stumbled across your profile.

You weren’t like any of the other girls on the website. You looked so innocent, so soft and so pure. He messaged you immediately after going through your profile. You were so open about everything he asked you and you were able to keep a conversation.

You never thought you’d find yourself looking for a sugar daddy, you were in your second year of college and the little job you had was not enough to pay rent, tuition, buy food and buy textbooks. When telling your roommate you’d be late on paying your half of the rent for the third month in a row she recommended you’d look for a sugar daddy.

She helped set your profile up, putting the right pictures and making the bio perfect for older men looking to spoil a sweet girl like you. It was going well at first then you hit a snag, the men were too old or had too many rules or wanted too much for the first meeting. Then you received a message from Nanami Kento.

You looked through his profile and he was perfect, being in his late 40s, extremely attractive and his first message wasn’t anything creepy. He genuinely wanted to get to know you. So when he offered to set up your first meeting a week after getting to know each other you jumped at the chance.

It went amazing and when your allowance started flowing in it was even better. He got you your own penthouse apartment in one of the buildings he bought making it rent free for you. The first night you moved in he fucked you in every room and on every piece of furniture, making you scream and cream around his cock over and over again.

That was two years ago, that was when you first started the arrangement. A year in he asked to change the title of your relationship wanting you to be his and only his, not like you already weren’t. He still spoiled you senseless, keeping your allowance and when you were a good girl he gave you a little bonus.

Tonight you were his date to a masquerade ball that one of his friends were hosting. Kento was helping you into the corset that went with your dress. A dress he bought for you of course.

“You look so beautiful princess and you haven’t even put the dress on yet. Ready for me to tighten this corset?”

You nodded making Kento tsk.

“What does daddy say about using your words?”

“I’m sorry daddy, I am ready for you to tighten it daddy.”

“Good girl, now breathe in for me and let me know if it’s too tight or hurting you.”

“Yes daddy.”

You inhaled and he tightened the strings on the back of the corset, hugging your curves and making your tits pop out making Kento eye them hungrily. His hands moving up and down your waist and hips moving them back to grab at your ass.

“Daddy! We can’t do this now, the party will start at 8 and we can’t be late. You hate being late.”

He reached up squishing your face between his fingers bringing you face to face with him.

“Don’t tell daddy what he likes and don’t tell him what he can and can’t do silly little girl.”

“’m showwy daddy” you spoke with your cheeks still being squished.

“Good, now lets get this dress on you.”

You pouted because you’d have to redo your makeup. Kento slipping the dress up your body, zipping it and grabbing your tits from behind. You sat down in front of your vanity reapplying your makeup while Kento was fixing his tux. Once you were done you slipped on your heels and grabbed your purse while Kento grabbed your masks.

He escorted you arm in arm to his car, a black Bugatti Chiron Super Sport 300+ the leather interior, a dark cherry red, matching the dress you were wearing. He helped you inside the vehicle and went to the drivers side.

“Babygirl do me a favor and look in the glovebox for me?”

He would often get you gifts every time you went out, little surprises under your car seat or the trunk or in the glovebox. He watched you open the glovebox and pull out two boxes. One rectangular box and one small box. You opened the smaller box first, your eyes widened at its contents.

“Daddy what do you want me to do with this?”

In your hand was a small black egg vibrator.

“Are you that clueless my dumb baby? Open your legs and take that vibrator and put it inside you.”

“But daddy my dress.”

“The dress has a slit so use that to slip your hand to that sweet pussy and insert the vibrator inside you.”

You did as he told you, thankful he bought a dress with a slit high enough for you to do it. You turned to him for his next command but you got nothing, just as you were about to open your mouth the vibrations started.

“Daddy! H-how did you—ah—do that?”

“Is my little baby so stupid to realize I had the remote for it? Now we’re going to see how many orgasms can be pulled from you until we get there—if we get there.”

“D-daddy w-what do you mean?”

“I-if I don’t end up p-p-pulling over to f-f-fuck you. Now open the other box.”

His mocking would hurt any other girl but not you. You loved when he treated you like a brainless slut. You opened the rectangular box inside a beautiful ankle bracelet with his initials on it and covered in diamonds. He only bought you diamonds because they signified light and it was fitting for you since you’re the light of his life. He increased the vibrations to the highest setting knowing you would cum immediately.

“This is—fuck—so beautiful t-thank you dad—fuck I’m cumming daddy fuck fuck!”

He lowered the vibrations back to the lowest setting after your orgasm you leaned down and clasped the ankle bracelet on your left ankle. Kento started the car bringing the vibrations up again.

“Don’t mess up the leather in my car, I just bought this last week. You should remember that since you were beside me as I signed off on it. But you probably forgot since I fucked you brainless afterwards.”

You nodded dumbly not even listening to a word he said. About halfway to the party and many orgasms for you later Kento made a turn into a secluded parking lot.

“D-daddy what are—shit—what are you d-doing?”

“Use your brain princess.”

You stood silent completely forgetting about what he told you at the start of the ride. His laughter filled the car and he shut off the vibrator, a sigh of relief leaving your lips.

“My dumb little girl, I am going to fuck you now. Then I am going to take you to one of the hotels I have a share in and fuck you in the president’s suite. Got that?”

“But the party.”

“Fuck the party, with the amount of times you squirted and orgasmed around that toy you ruined the dress. Unless you want to go with soaked panties and your slick running down your legs.”

You shook your head no.

“Now go in the backseat so I could fuck you. Hearing your moans and pleas made me so fucking hard.”

Before moving to the backseat you took a quick look at the bulge he was palming over his pants. He followed you to the backseat and laid you down along the cushions. He scrunched the dress up to your hips and pulled your panties off you throwing it to the side.

“Fuck baby such a mess. What a dirty dirty girl.”

“Daddy stop, it’s embarrassing!”

You tried closing your legs to cover up but a quick pinch to your thigh made you open back up for him.

“Don’t tell me what to do and what not to do dumb slut” he grabs your face with one hand bringing it close to his, his breath fanning your face the smell of mint filling your senses, “and don’t fucking dare try to keep me away from what’s mine, got that?”

“Yesh daddy” you spoke with your cheeks still being squished a small tinge of pain beginning but it turned you on even more.

He let go of your face and you went back down, as he undid his belt and pants he just stared at your pussy. Your winking hole made his cock throb.

“Oh my dumb baby’s cunny is making such a mess. It’s going on my leather seats too” his condescending tone made you clench around nothing again, more of your juices leaking out. To say you loved when he baby talked you would be an understatement, “What did I fucking tell you about my leather seats?”

“I don’t remember daddy.”

“You’re that fucking dense? Too busy thinking about getting stuffed with daddy’s cock to think about anything else. How fucking selfish. Wow you’re selfish, stupid and a cockslut. How lucky am I?”

Before you could say anything back, apologize for making a mess on his expensive leather seats, he thrusted his length inside you. Your back arched and you felt yourself having another orgasm.

“I haven’t even started fucking you yet and you’re creaming around my cock. Dirty fucking whore, all you’re thinking about is my cock. Look at that facial expression so fucking lewd, you look like a pornstar. Is that what you are? My little pornstar?”

He lifted your legs and wrapped them around his waist as he started thrusting into your gummy walls with a newfound speed. You weren’t sure what was turning you on more whether if it was the fact the two of you were in public or the words leaving his mouth or maybe both.

“Fuck your cunny is so tight baby, I fuck you almost every day but you’re still so tight for me. Like your pussy is molded to my cock.”

“D-daddy feels—ngh—feels—ah fuck daddy!”

“Can’t even finish your fucking sentence, is there even a brain in your head or do you just think with your body? What am I even paying the college for? Obviously not your education, my sweet little dummy.”

“Daddy! Too m-mean!”

Tears were threatening to spill out from a mix of the degradation and how hard and fast he was fucking you. Just using you as his personal toy.

“Oh I’m t-t-too mean? Too fucking bad. Now open your mouth and stick your tongue out for me.”

You did as he told you and Kento leaned down his face hovering over yours as he collected the spit in his mouth to spit into your own. Once you felt it hit your tongue you clenched around him again.

“Fuck you’re gonna make me cum. I’m gonna fill you up baby.”

“Daddy please need your cum. Need it please please.”

You were babbling pleas as he gripped your hips and relentlessly pounded into you. His heavy balls clapping against your ass over and over, he looked down and the translucent white ring around his cock and it drove him mad. Someone as beautiful as a goddess letting a man like him be with you so intimately.

“Fuck baby I’m cumming—fuck!”

He held your hips close to his as ropes of his cum filled you. He leaned down and kissed you as you both let your bodies relax. He pulled out of you and shoved two of his fingers inside your pussy.

“Don’t want to let any of this leave you, want you to be nice and filled with this load until we get to the hotel. Get your rest because we have a long night ahead of us.”

“Mkay daddy.”

He pulled his fingers out of your pussy and tapped your cheek. You opened your mouth and he shoved his fingers inside feeling your warm tongue swirl around them collecting every drop of cum. He pulled his fingers out of your mouth and adjusted his pants.

He looked at you one last time before going back behind the steering wheel. You looked so fucked out and in bliss.

“Remember don’t fuck up my seats any more.”

The drive to the hotel was quick, well since Kento was going double the speed limit. You brought out this side of him that made him feel like a teenager again. He just wanted to fuck you everywhere and as much as he could.

“We’re here now. Let’s see if you listened to me again or if you were too fucked out to acknowledge what I said.”

He got out of the driver's seat and opened the door to the back of the car. He leaned in and looked at your pussy.

“Tch, messy little girl. I should make you clean this shit up. Yeah make you clean it up like the nasty cum slut you are.”

“Daddy I’m sorry, didn’t mean to make a mess.”

“Of course, now get out. We’re going to the president's suite and that pretty little anklet I got you is going to be jingling right next to my ear as I pound your sweet pussy.”

You nodded and made your way out of the car. You could barely walk from all the orgasms you had, your legs felt like noodles. Kento made his way next to you wrapping an arm around your waist as you both walked to the front desk.

“Hello Mr. Nanami, here are the room keys and the champagne is in the room on ice. Please enjoy your stay.”

As he took the keys your eyebrows furrowed trying to put everything together but your brain was like mush. As you two made it to the elevator you heard a deep chuckle from Kento.

“I can see the gears turning in your head. Maybe it’s a little more than your brain can comprehend but I planned this beforehand. Satoru throws parties like that all the time so we’ll have another night to party.”

You nodded and went inside the elevator with him. As you two went up the floors his hand on your waist traveled south until he reached the curve of your ass giving it a nice squeeze, leaving it there until you two reached your floor. He led you out the elevator and into the room.

Once the door shut he was on you, grabbing at the fabric of the dress pulling it down and off of you as he placed sloppy kisses along your lips, jaw and neck. Once your dress was off he untied the corset practically ripping it off your body.

“Oh looks like I forgot your panties in the car. Not like you needed them anyways.”

He took your bra off you and walked you to the king sized bed, gently pushing you on it while he undressed. Your hand roamed on its own down your body to your clit rubbing gentle circles until Kento reached down and pulled your hand away.

“Are you serious? Can’t wait for me to pull my fucking boxers down before touching that messy pussy? If you want pleasure so bad” he pulled your legs putting them on his shoulders as he kneeled on the bed. “I’ll give you all the pleasure you need.”

He lined up with your glistening entrance and thrusted inside you, his cum mixed with your slick acting as lube. He held the backs of your knees and thrusted into you, hitting even deeper than before. Your mewls and whines echoing throughout the room. Your mouth falling open, saliva spilling from the corners of your mouth and your eyes roll to the back of your head feeling his cock enter you over and over again.

“Fuck look at you. Like a desperate whore in heat. When I first met you, you were this cute little thing so innocent then once you got a taste of my cock you turned into a braindead slut. I wonder how your friends would react to you fucking a man that’s old enough to be your father. Your little cunny is leaking all over my cock, all my cum leaving you but don’t worry I’ll fill you up more.”

You closed your eyes and opened them again looking at Kento. Your gaze went to the ankle bracelet he got you, the small charm with his initials dangling and moving with each rough thrust. Your gaze turned back to Kento, his lip between his teeth, his normally perfectly styled hair falling out of place, strands of blonde and white hair sticking to his forehead.

Kento brought his thumb to your mouth and you wrapped your lips around it, your tongue swirling around it, getting it slick with your saliva. You let go of his thumb with a soft pop and he brought it down to your clit rubbing small circles on it giving the right amount of pressure.

“Daddy, daddy please gonna cum! Please please please.”

He gave a particularly hard thrust brushing against your g-spot sending you head first into an orgasm. Your back arching and a loud moan leaving your lips. He kept thrusting into you brushing against your g-spot over and over again your sensitive pussy couldn’t handle all the pleasure.

“Daddy p-please slow d-down, too much too much, too sen-sensitive!”

“Too bad, you’re gonna keep cumming on my cock until I fill you up. I don’t care how s-s-sensitive you are.”

His mocking made you clench around him again. His thrusts were keeping their roughness and speed. He pushed your legs further back and looked down to where you two were connected. The burn from the stretch adding to the pleasure he was giving you.

“Fuck baby this slutty little cunny is just swallowing my cock.”

He tapped at your clit a couple of times, the rough pads of his fingers mixed with the continuous brushing of his cock against your g-spot brought you to another orgasm. Your manicured nails running down his arms leaving red scratch marks in their wake. A moan of ‘daddy’ leaving you as the aftershocks of pleasure coursed through you.

“Let’s see if we could get you to one more orgasm before I fill you up.”

You nodded the only word you acknowledged being ‘orgasm’. He rode you through your orgasm his grip on your legs getting tighter likely going to leave marks. Kento leaned down and took one of your nipples into his mouth swirling his tongue around it, nipping and sucking then moving his head to show your other nipple the same attention.

His pelvis rubbing against your clit with each thrust, the roughness of his trimmed pubic hair sending waves of pleasure throughout your body. Your hands went through his hair scratching at his scalp.

“Gonna cum for me? I’m gonna cum too, cum for me baby and I’ll give you my cum.”

You weakly moved your hips gaining more friction and Kento kept his mouth on your nipples. Your back arched as you hit your peak again that night, the feeling should be familiar with how many you had that night but it just rippled through your body. Your pussy clenching around his cock and your nails running along his scalp sent Kento into his orgasm. He painted your walls white for the second time that night.

Heavy labored breaths filled the room, once Kento finished he pulled out of you some of his cum followed leaking out of you onto the sheets. He laid next to you and held you close to him both of your limbs intertwining with each other. He placed a kiss on the top of your head.

“I’m sorry about the seats daddy.”

“Don’t worry about the seats princess, I’ll send it to get cleaned tomorrow. Just remember while I say those mean things to you I don’t mean a word, you’re a smart, beautiful young lady and I love you.”

You lifted your head to look at his face, worry was spread across his face, his crows feet and small wrinkles on his face deepened as he looked at you.

“I know daddy! I love you too! Love you so much Kento.”

He leaned down, cupping your face with one of his hands as he placed a kiss to your lips. A small smile on his face as he pulled away.

“Good, now rest up baby we have quite a long weekend ahead of us. This hotel has a private pool and I want to fuck you there.”

“Daddy! I don’t even have a bathing suit and I doubt I’ll be able to move without being sore tomorrow.”

“We’ll worry about your soreness tomorrow and don’t worry about the bathing suit, we’ll go shopping for some and you’ll get whatever you desire, it’s not like you’ll need it anyways.”

Kento traced small shapes on your back as you fell asleep and soon fatigue hit him as he fell asleep right after you.

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kxkyuu · 3 years

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A Birthday Surprise

Kirei: This was writting for @httptamaki's birthday collab! Im so sorry its late. I just could barely stop my whorish brain from writing. If I hadn't stopped where I did, Kyou probably would've went for rounds before finding out his surprise

But I hope you all enjoy!

CW: Daddy kink, clit slapping (just one), Breeding kink, mentioning of pregnancy, food play, fingering, oral (f recieiving), light choking, unprotected sex (wrap it up people), established relationship, cute nicknames, edging, dirty talking, dacryphilia, Let me know if I missed anything!

Tagging: @knyplaymatemansion

Kyoujuro never really liked celebrating his birthday. His birthday reminded him too much of his late mother as her birthday was the day before his. It was not until he met his wife did he start to enjoy his birthday again. She brought such joy to his heart every year. Each year she would come up with a surprise for him, each one more exciting than the last. So, for the first time in a long time, he was excited for his birthday. He hurried home after the Hashira meeting so that he could see what his wife had planned for him.

I had just finished putting the last touches on my surprise for my husband when I heard the front door open. I quickly closed the door behind me as I saw him round the corner. Greeting him with a smile, I said. “Welcome home, my love.” I stood on my tip toes, placing my hands on his shoulders to press a sweet kiss to his lips. I sighed when he in turn wrapped his arms around my waist and deepened the kiss. A moan vibrated in my chest as his tongue swept inside my mouth. He massaged my tongue with his own before I gently pushed him away. “Slow down, Kyou.” I tapped him on the nose. “I have the bath heated for you. Go on and bathe while I get things ready.”

He pouted as he let his beautiful wife leave his arms. Kyoujuro was really curious as to what she had planned for this year. Tempted to peer into the dinning room where everything was set up, he flinched when she yelled at him to not peek and go take a bath. Crossing his arms over his chest, he grumpily walked down the wall to the bathhouse. “She could’ve offered to join me.”

“Already took one before you came.” I giggled as I leaned back against the door as I avoided Kyoujuro attempting to spoil his surprise like he’s been doing for the past couple of birthdays. I slid the door open just a bit to make sure that he was indeed gone before walking back to the kitchen. I smiled at the large array of food items. I had made his favorite dinner and had prepared a little special dessert for him. I made sure my yukata was tied shut tightly as I walked over to the large cake I had made. Grabbing the piping bag, I finished writing his name on bright red letters. “There!” I smiled down at my handiwork. This was going to be the best birthday surprise ever for my husband. He deserved the world and more, especially after yesterday.

I recalled the solemn look on his face as he and his father and brother visited his mother’s grave, decorating the headstone in flowers. I stood by his side and held his hand as he said his piece to her, whispering his farewells and happiest of birthdays to his beloved mother. I comforted him and Senjurou the best I could by making them baked sweet potatoes and giving them cuddles like their mother did as they wept silently into my shoulders. I also tried to comfort my father-in-law, but as usual he brushed me off. So, I left him his favorite sake at his door.

But today was all about my wonderful husband and I was determined to make this day a happy memory for him like I’ve been doing since we started dating all those years ago. I could hear his footsteps walking back down the hall, letting me know that he had finished with his bath and was coming back to the dining area. I quickly slipped out of the room to greet him with a warm smile. “You ready for your surprise, my love.”

Kyoujuro wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her closer to him with hand large hand pressed against the small of her back. “You’ve already made my day so much better by just being here with me, my fireball.” He breathed in her scent as he nuzzled his face into the crook of her neck. “You smell nice. New perfume?” He brushed his lips against her throat, making her sigh out his name.

I gently pushed him away with a smile. “No. Your surprise first, Kyou.” I giggled when he pouted. Turning around, I slid the door open and called out “Surprise.” I grinned as his eyes widened at my hard work. I had managed to transform the entire dining room into a replica of the starry sky without having to open up the roof. I had many small lights placed in very accurate constellations. I grabbed his hand and pulled him inside and motioned to the various constellations I made. “There’s Gemini, Taurus, and Leo.” I pointed to the small cluster of lights that made up each group of stars.

“This...this is beautiful, my love. Truly it is.” Kyoujuro breathed. His eyes could not stop staring at your beautiful craftsmanship. How you managed to do this was remarkable. It was like he was surrounded by the stars in the skies. His wife really out did herself this time. He turned towards her and pulled her into his arms and kissed her passionately, his tongue sliding against hers. Kyoujuro tugged at the obi tied at her waist. He growled when she swatted his hands away. “Little one...”

My body shivered when he growled out that name. It was the name he called me when he wanted me beneath him. “You gotta eat first. I didn't slave over a hot stove all day for you to not at least try some of the things I cooked.” I tapped him gently on the nose before retying my obi. I led him to his seat at the table and made him sit down. “I’ll be back with your plate.” I went into the kitchen and fixed him a quick dinner because I knew how frustrated he was becoming. I was wearing a thin robe that barely hid anything and I had sprayed my body down with a new perfume that seemed to awaken a beast within him. I walked back, set the plate in front of him and watched as his eyes widened.

“You learned how to make my mother’s dish?” He whispered softly as he stared down at the food on the plate. His heart swelled with love for her. She was truly an angel his mother had sent to him from heaven. His eyes misted over as he took that first bite. It tasted almost exactly how his mother made it. Kyoujuro looked over to his wife, who was smiling softly at him, “You’re an Angel, my darling. I’m so lucky to have you.”

I smiled at him, my face warming a little at the sincerity of his words. “I only want you to feel nothing but happiness everyday, but especially on this day since it was such a sad day for you in the past.” I walked over to him and rubbed his shoulder, easing out all the tension and stress that had built up in them. Once he was fully relaxed and almost finished with his food. I went back into the kitchen to grab dessert.

Kyoujuro’s heart was truly touched. Not only did his wife manage to simulate his favorite thing, she also managed to copy his favorite dish his mother made him often. He wiped at the corner of his eye. He did not deserve someone so precious, but he was not going to give her up to no one. He turned to look at his wife as she bringing outa tray filled with various items. He quipped a brow as she walked past him to set the tray down on the table. His breath caught up in his throat as his eyes widened when his wife faced him.

I hid a smile as Kayoujruo’s jaw dropped when he saw what I was hiding under my robe. I leaned in and lifted his jaw with a finger, my breasts nearly spilling out of the lilac lace bra I wore. “See something you like, Kyou.” I giggled as I straddled his lap and sat down, running my fingers though his hair. “Because it’s time for your dessert.” I grabbed his fork and took a piece of the cake onto it and held it out to him.

Flame colored eyes narrowed as he leaned forward to take the offered piece, but he nudged it with his lips purposely and made it fall onto her chest. “Oops...” He wrapped his arm around her waist, pulled her closer while making her chest stick out more. “I need to clean my mess up.” His tongue slid out of his mouth and licked at the sweet tasting frosting that smeared over her breasts. He scooped some of the cake into his mouth while lapping at the creamy confection. “So sweet.”

I opened my mouth in a silent moan as his wet muscle licked over my tits. I curled my fingers into his hair to hold his head in place. His fingers came up and tugged at one of the cups of my bra as his other hand reached for something behind me. I jumped when something cold dripped down my breasts. I then saw that Kyoujuro had grabbed the ice cream and poured some of the melted liquid onto my flesh, his tongue quickly following the path it took. He quickly sucked the nipple he freed into his mouth as he tugged the other cup down to play with the other. “Ah~” I cried out, pressing my hips down into his.

He licked up the drippings of the ice cream from her tantalizing breasts before moving down to suck a nipple into his mouth, fingers tugging and playing with the other one. The sweet taste of the creamy liquid made her skin even more delicious under his tongue. Kyoujuro swirled his wet muscle over the pebbled bud, pressing it against the roof of his mouth as he released it with a wet “pop” “Delicious.” He hummed as he lifted her off his lap and laid her down on the table. At her confused look, he said. “You said it was time for dessert? I’m having you for dessert.”

I opened my mouth to protest. But a soft moan replaced my words as his fingers slid over my clothed heat. “Kyou~” I whined out when he sat back down and reached for the cake and ice cream. His tongue slipped out to wet his lips as he placed the items down next to my body. I watched with bated breath as Kyoujuro placed his cool hands on my thighs before gliding his fingers down to my panties. I lifted my hips so that he could slide them off. I felt my face heat with a blush when he brought them to his nose, sniffing them before stuffing them into his pocket. “Kyou, wha-” My words were cut off when he dropped a small scoop of ice cream on top of my pussy.

Kyoujuro smiled down at his wife as he grabbed the bottle of whipped cream and sprayed a generous amount around her breasts before grabbing the chocolate syrup and decorating her body with the brown swirls. To top off his treat, he placed two mashiro cherries on top of each whipped creamed covered breast. “Shh...I’m having my dessert.” His tongue lapped up the sweet, white cream that coated her body. Her body trembled under his touch, the heat causing the ice cream to melt faster. Kyoujuro quickly moved down to slurp up the melting liquid, purposely avoiding her throbbing clit. Once the ice cream had been cleaned off her body, he went back to her whipped cream covered tits. He scooped more of the sweet treat into his mouth, pulling the cherry into his mouth.

My body trembled on the table as Kyoujuro took his time devouring my body. It was a feast for him to enjoy and I was not about to interrupt him. But I was soon starting to get impatient, my pussy was throbbing and was begging to be touched and played with. I could literally feel my slick building up until it was overflowing and running down the lips of my cunt. “Kyou...” I whined, lifting my hips off the table and rubbing my thighs togethers. “Please...” my voice came out more whiny and pitiful sounding than what I meant as his tongue trailed over to the other cream covered breast, licking it clean before pulling the red fruit inside his mouth. I gasped when he suddenly grabbed me by the cheeks and pressed his lips against mine.

Kyoujuro used his tongue to push the sweet cherry into his wife’s open mouth, feeding it to her. Once she had swallowed it, he sucked her tongue into his mouth. His fingers glided down her body until they reached her weeping cunt, feeling her slick that gathered there and spread it over her lower lips. “So wet. And all for me on my birthday?” He whispered against her lips. He nudged at her entrance with two fingers, slowly sinking them inside. Kyoujuro growled at the feeling of her velvety walls sucking his digits in deeper. “Such a needy little pussy.”

My face heated at his dirty talk. Kyoujuro was always so good at it and it always left me a mess. The squelching sounds that came from my cunt made my face heat even more. Kyoujuro was purposely fingering me so slowly to make those noises. I whined at the feeling of a third finger being added, the stretch burned so good. My hips moved of their own accord as he touched deeper within me, rubbing against my walls as he lips closed over one of my sensitive nipples. “Ahn~” I moaned. “Kyou, please?”

“Please, what, my sweet?” He teased as his thumb pressed on her throbbing clit, swirling it slightly. He smiled at the sight underneath him. His beautiful wife naked with three of his fingers pressed so snuggly inside her dripping cunt. Her mouth parted as she panted and moaned so sweetly for him. Only for him. “What do you want me to do? I’ll do whatever you ask of me.” He thought about what he had just said as he slid down her body, his tongue lapping up any stray smears of chocolate sauce. “On second thought. It is my birthday. I should do as I please today.” His tongue teased at her clit lightly, flickering over it.

I opened my mouth in a silent scream as Kyoujuro lapped at my sensitive nub. My hands flew to his head as my thighs began to tremble. I was not going to last long. Having his tongue covering every inch of my body has made it very sensitive to the slightest of touches. My back arched when he added a fourth finger inside, stretching me out even further. I tugged at his hair when his tongue circled at my clit before sliding down to my dripping hole. He licked up at the small space that his fingers provided.

Kyoujuro swirled his tongue over the small space his fingers left behind as he collected some of her sweet honey before moving his mouth back up to suck on her sensitive nub. He slowly thrust his fingers inside, prepping her for what was to come next. His other hand palmed at his hardening length as he licked her in tune with his thrusting fingers. Kyoujuro pulled his zipper down on his pants and freed his erection, the pink, wet tip slapping against his abdomen. His fist closed over the hard length as he began stroking it in tune with his fingers, curling them within her. “Fuck..my sweet little fireball.” He mumbled into her folds, smearing his pre over his dick.

My thighs began to tremble even more as Kyoujuro ate me out, his tongue lashing almost violently over my swollen clit. I pulled at his hair, not knowing if I was trying to push him away or pull him closer. My mouth opened in a series of curses as the knot of heat that had been forming in the pit of my belly snapped. “AHN~” My voice came out loud as I grabbed at his hair, holding him in place as I rode out my orgasm on his tongue. “Shit...Fuck...Oh god...” I panted, my chest heaving as I tried to catch my breath.

He drank every last drop she had to offer. His wife was always so sweet on his tongue and he loved tasting her. He slowed his fingers until he eased them out of her quivering hole. His tongue still lapped at her clit softly. Kyoujuro sat back, his chin and neck still wet from her juices. He made a show of sucking his fingers into his mouth, curling his tongue over the long digits. “Thanks for dessert.” he hummed as he stroked his cock, leaning over her. “But I want more now.” He took hold of her still shaking legs and placed them over his shoulders.

I bit my lip when I felt Kyoujuro rub the bulbous head of his length against my weeping slit. He teased me with the tip, bumping it against my clit until I was a sobbing mess. “Kyou...please?” I whined when he increased his teasing, thrusting in shallowly before resuming flicking my clit with just the tip. “Kyou...” I pleaded, but was met with a light slap to my clit. I bit my lip to stop the scream from leaving my throat.

“You know what my name is, wife.” Kyoujuro said simply as he rubbed his cock along her slick slit, fingers pressing deep into her thighs as he leaned down to lap at my perked nipple. “You want my cock deep inside this tight cunt?” At her desperate nod, he said, “Then say what I want to hear, little one. Beg for it. That’s my birthday wish.”

“Kyou...Daddy, please fuck me.” I whine out, tear sliding down my face. I needed him inside me so badly. My body was aching for him. “I want your cock so deep inside me, Daddy. Won’t you please fuck me?” I gasped when Kyoujuro’s lips spread into a satisfied smile and he angled his cock to line the head up with my opening. With one smooth thrust, he sheathed himself inside. I opened my mouth and let out a wonton sounding moan at the stretch and the fullness I felt. My tongue lolled out as Kyoujuro started a fast, steady pace, his shaft rubbing all the right spots within me.

Kyoujuro pumped his hips into her, hands tightening around her thighs. He leaned down to press a sloppy kiss to her lips, tongue tangling with hers. “Fuck, baby girl, you're so damn tight. You’re squeezing my cock so much. It's like your pussy doesn’t want to let it go.” He growled into her ear, as he pushed more of him inside. “Did you miss my dick that much?” His voice was a growl-like coo as he spoke directly in her ear, hot breath ghosting across her already sensitive flesh. Kyoujuro increased the speed of his thrusts, heavy balls slapping against her ass as the table creaked under their weight.

My mind was swimming from the pleasure that all I could do was hold on to Kyoujuro for dear life as he pounded into me. My back arched off the table as his thick cockhead pressed against my cervix and mewls left my raw throat. “Shit, Kyou, right there. Fuck...you’re so good, baby. S’good to me. It feels s’good.” I babbled out, tears streaming down my face to which he licked away before pressing sweet kisses to my lips, swallowing my moans and screams. The sounds of skin against skin echoed through the living room as the smell of sex grew heavier.

His hips continued to rock against her as his hand slipped down to rub at her clit, making her cream on his cock. “You’re such a good girl. My beautiful wife.” he purred, eyes full of lust and love. All for her. “I love you so goddamn much.” His other hand caressed at her neck, giving it a few gently squeezes before trailing down to her breasts. He groaned when her walls clenched tightly around her, so warm and wet. “Shit, princess...You want my cum that badly?” Kyoujuro asked before nipping at her neck. “You want me to breed you? You want me to get you pregnant, love?”

I felt my body clench down on him harder. He was being so lewd and it was such a turn on. “I love you, too.” I pulled him down for another sloppy kiss, tongues meshing together. I nodded my head as I moaned out, “Yes, Kyou! I want you cum so badly. Please breed me. I want to get pregnant. I want us to have kids.” That twisting ball of heat in my belly snapped as my orgasm washed over me. My nails dug into his back as my breath caught up in my throat. I managed to choke out his name in broken bits as he continued to pump his cock within me. His stamina always amazed me.

Kyoujuro smiled down at her, watching her chest heave from her second intense orgasm. “Little one, I’m not through with you.” His hips snapped into hers as he scooped her up off the table and walked over to the nearest wall. Pressed her back against the smooth surface, he hooked her legs over his shoulder, pressing her thighs up against her chest. “You have one more, don’t you, love?” He slid his thick cock out until only the pink, bulbous head was left inside and le looked down at the ring of cream that circled the base. “Fuck...you’re so sexy.” Kyoujuro rammed it back inside, his balls slapping against her ass with each heavy thrust. “Gonna breed you so well, my love. Wanna see you so round with my seed. You’d look absolutely beautiful.”

My mind went numb as he pumped in and out of my cunt, nearly bruising my cervix with his powerful thrusts. I opened my mouth and let out another series of moans as the squielching noises of our lovemaking filled the air. “S’too much, Kyou. M’ gonna break.” It felt too good, my body was melting. I could feel that knot of heat burning low in my belly, threatening to snap. My head fell back as I surrendered to the pleasure. “Kyou!” I screamed as I came hard, my juices squirting out of me,

He felt her slick spray out of her, dripping down his length and over his balls. “Good fucking girl.” Kyoujuro wasn’t too far behind as his thrusts began more sporadic until he gave one last pump and held still as his thick, white seeds colored her insides. “Shit...” he groaned out as he gave her a few shallow thrusts. “You’re so good to me, baby. Thank you.” He pressed soft kisses to her forehead as he lowered her legs some until he was carrying her in his arms. Kyoujuro cuddled her as he walked them to their bedroom. “Did you really mean those words? Do you really want us to have kids?” He had to know that it just was not the mind numbing sex they just had. His words about seeing her round with his child was truly an exciting and beautiful thought to him.

I smiled as Kyoujuro laid me on our bed and grabbed his hand and placed it on my belly. “Of course, baby. We are already pregnant.” I laughed when his eyes widened and he asked me if it was really true. “Yes, Shinobu confirmed it today. Kyou, we’re starting a family.”

Kyoujuro said nothing as he pulled his wife into a deep embrace, tears sparkling in his eyes. “Thank you, my love. This is the best birthday surprise you could have ever given me.” He pulled away only to press his lips against her in a sweet kiss, his hand never leaving her stomach.

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hanniiesuckle17 · 4 years

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Not a Coincidence

A/n: so this is for the first snow collab and im absolutely obsessed with fluffy in love minho so please enjoy!

Tag List: @woodiegochile @mini-meanhoe @leggomylino @hanstagrams @desertofdessert @hoes4hoseok @jeonqqin @geminirules @crscendoforsung @mrsunshine999 @jisungsjheekies @hannie-squirrel00 @cotccotc @kodzu-ken @konenichi @yangs-jeongin @binniebutter @orangegyu @skzwriternet

Warnings: Minho being a tease (that's it)

Word Count: 1.6k

Summary: There's a common saying that whoever you connect eyes with during the first snow, you are destined to spend forever with.

Minho has always had a crush on you and has made no attempt ot hide it. You’ve always just brushed it off as your friend’s flirty personality, but maybe a certain act from the boy changes your mind and an old saying about fate pushes you two together.

Genre: fluff, romance, friends to lovers au, confession au, winter themed au, first snow collab

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There was absolutely nothing to do today. It was cold and somewhat dismal afternoon. On a day like this one, you thought only one thing was best and there was only one place you wanted to spend it. The movies. There was nothing like spending a chilly day in a theater with good popcorn and great films.

A crisp and chilling breeze blew through your hair as you walked down the street. The warm welcoming lights of the marquee were within sight, simply a block away. They shone like a beacon through the gray overhanging clouds that made the afternoon seem rather dismal. Your heart beat faster in your chest, joy filling your body and replacing the cold.

Pulling your phone from your pocket you panned up to the marquee and held up a peace sign. The device clicked as it took the photo and you smiled looking down at the image. Puffs of warm air left your lips as it met the cold winter weather around you. Moving up to the windowed box, you purchased a ticket for a random romantic comedy.

After getting your popcorn and a soda, you entered the theater only to find it completely empty. Shrugging, you found your seat and scrolled through social media while waiting for the previews to play and lights to go down. You pulled up the picture you took earlier and put a filter on it before posting with the caption:

‘There is no place like the movies’

Not a second after the post was sent to your feed, the phone in your hand buzzed with a notification. ‘@iknowleeknow has liked your photo’. There was no helping the laugh that bubbled up in your chest. One of the great mysteries of the world would be how Minho always seemed to know when you posted. Without fail he was always the first one to like your photos.

Now that you thought about it Minho was the first to a lot of things. He was always the first to congratulate you when you got a promotion. He was always the first person you called whenever you wanted a dinner date you could count on. He was the first to take care of you when you were sick and he always was the first to wish you happy birthday even if it meant him staying up until midnight.

While the thought had often crossed your mind of Minho being something more than a close friend, you knew that Minho couldn’t possibly see you as anything but that. Sighing, you tossed a kernel of popcorn in the air, catching it in your mouth.

The lights in the theater began to dim and your eyes trained on the screen watching the trailers begin to play. Sitting in the dark, you felt at home watching images move across the large silver screen. Fifteen minutes of movie advertisements had passed and now you sat completely in the dark, waiting for the film to begin. There was always this feeling of excitement. Sitting completely alone in the theater, no light in the room, just waiting for something exciting to happen.

The shuffling of footsteps brought you out of your trance. Turning you saw a man about your age coming down the aisle. Paying him no mind, you turned back as the screen lit up with the opening credits.

“Y/n? What a coincidence!”

You turned at the sound of your name. The flashing lights from the film illuminated the face of the man sitting a few seats away from you. Shadows sloped across his handsome face, but you would recognize him anywhere. “Minho? What are you doing here?” You whispered, despite the theater being empty save the two of you. Your friend shrugged and moved to the seat beside you.

“I just felt like seeing a movie.”

“Minho, this theater is on the opposite side of town from JYP.”

“I was in the neighborhood.”

Before you could say something more Minho reached over and put a piece of popcorn in your open mouth. “Shhhh. The movie is starting.” Following his finger, you saw the screen lit up with the faces of two actors who had been quite popular lately.

Chewing on the salty snack, you recalled the way the pads of your friend’s fingers delicately brushed your lips. Praying the dark hid the color rushing to you cheeks you cleared your throat before reaching for the soda and bringing the straw to your lips. For the next forty-five seconds you attempted to concentrate on anything that was happening in the movie, but your whole entire body was focused on the man next to you.

“Soda?” Minho turned at your voice, before giving you a nod.

Holding the cup by the lid, you lifted it over your lap and towards the singer. You jumped feeling his hand over yours. Instead of taking the vessel from you, he instead let his fingers brush and hold over your as he brought the straw to his lips. A chill went down your spine and you did your best to hide the way your stomach flipped in excitement.

For the remainder of the movie, which was by far the longest two hours of your life, you struggled to keep your nerves under control. Occasionally your arm would brush against his, or Minho would lean over to make a joke, his lips brushing you ear.

If you hadn’t known better, you would think Minho was doing this on purpose just to get a rise out of you. But you did know better. Minho flirted with everyone. He even flirted with his best friend, Jisung. He knew how to press your buttons and enjoyed seeing you flustered.

“That was a shitty movie.” Minho groaned as you both stood up from your seats. He stretched, leaning sideways before bending down and picking up the your trash. You smiled watching him throw the bucket and cup away for you.

He returned and picked up both your coats before walking down the row with you. “What do you mean? It wasn’t that bad!” Minho laughed, holding the theater door open for you. “It wasn’t great, but it was a good romance.”

Your friend scoffed and helped you put on your coat. He slid your arms into the sleeves with care and pulled the fabric tighter around your body. “Please. That guy was terrible. Worst lead ever.” Minho pulled on his jacket, hand finding the small of your back as the two of you ventured back outside, leaving the warmth of the movie theater.

“He was not that bad.”

Minho stopped completely, just before the end of the awning. Knowing he was not going to move again until he proved his point you squared off with the man. The look of disbelief clear on his face.

“The man did not even know how to kiss! It was so sloppy! I can only imagine it was like making out with the love child of an anteater and Jabba the Hutt. There is no way you can call that a real kiss.”

“An anteater, Min?”

He shrugged, “Yeah. Way too much tongue action.”

Minho smiled seeing you laugh and look around before meeting his eyes again. “Oh- and your an expert?”

“Self proclaimed.”

“The worst kind.”

“Says you.” Minho smirked and messed with the collar of your coat. “My knowledge is extensive and mindblowing for your information.” You nodded, lips pursed together trying to hide a smile. “Should I prove it?”

His brow rose, almost begging for you to challenge him. Not waiting to see what you would say, Minho pulled you into his chest. He leaned down and brought his lips to yours. Despite the cold wind, your entire body felt warm. You felt his thumb brush over your cheek and the other press against your back holding you against him. The kiss dragged over your lips, making your knees beg to give out. Minho grinned feeling your hands slide under his coat and hold onto his waist.

Pulling away he still wore that blissful smile. Something cold blew onto your nose, interrupting the moment. Your eyes crossed trying to see what it was, making Minho laugh. The both of you turned and looked out on the street to see snow falling. The first snow of the year.

“I have something to confess,” Minho spoke still looking at the falling snow. Your arms wrapped fully around his middle, finding warmth under his coat and embrace. “I wasn’t in the neighborhood.” You chuckled, looking up at him finally seeing his warm dark eyes. “It wasn’t a coincidence. I saw your post and looked for all the theaters with movies playing in the next thirty minutes. Once I found the theater....I didn’t know which movie you were seeing so I kind of bought tickets for all of them.”

“Minho, why would you do that?” You asked with a grin.

“Because I like you. I wanted to see you.” You were at a complete loss for words, blush filling your cheeks. Minho noticed and smiled. Again, he leaned down and kissed you, taking your breath away. “That’s a real kiss by the way.”

You giggled, teeth catching your bottom lip. Minho grinned and laced your fingers with his. Further making your heart beat faster than you thought possible, he maneuver your hands into his coat pocket.

“You are the expert.”

“The expert is taking you out for dinner.” Minho stated with a smirk as the two of you walked out into the gently falling flurries. The two of you walked through the snow, your hand warm from his touch and the embrace of his coat pocket. “And you can’t say no.”

“Wasn’t going to.”

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iwaqchan-archive · 4 years

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-author's note; this is my first piece for the wap chronicles collab, hopefully you guys like it, i haven't written anything proper in ages so i rlly dk how this turned out, but i guess...enjoy? also i really tried making my list for the collab for characters that are rather underrated and don't have a lot of content on this site, so this is for everyone with crushes on the extra side characters that never get any love and attention, i feel your pain!!

pairing: yosetsu awase x gn! reader

word count: 589 words

type of content: one shot, smut

main kink: licking

other kinks: food play mention, public sex if you squint

warnings: cussing, nsfw content, awful writing

requests: open (currently on hiatus)

reminder: i don't write nsfw, kinktober is an exception!

wanna be on my taglists?

taglist; @tsukkissimp @kingtamakimurder @tooloudarts @kurinhimenezu @quirkless-fics @in-the-end-im-still-trash @mo0o0milk @jibakuganjas @qkuroos @bnhabadass @crazythypoon @nobodyw8s4evr @theotakumama

"We'll get caught if you aren't quiet, Yosetsu.", you sighed just as his hands tightened their hold on your hips, harshly pressing you against the cool surface of the closet door. In all honesty, fooling around with your coworker in an empty janitor's closet during work hours most likely wasn't the smartest idea you ever had, but it sure was one of the more enjoyable one's.

"Maybe if you weren't so impatient, we wouldn't need to fuck in some goddamn closet, and i wouldn't need to hold back."

"Do you kiss your mother with that dirty mouth of yours?", you chuckled, nimble fingers hurriedly working on unbuttoning his uniform

Yosetsu merely grunted in response, opting to silence you with a firm press of his lips against yours. In retaliation, your hand slid inside the waistband of his boxers, gingerly stroking his semi-hard cock, while your other hand moved under his shirt, gliding over his well-defined muscles.

A sharp set of teeth bit into the delicate skin of your lower lip, pulling on it in an almost abusive manner before letting go entirely.

"Why do you always have to be such a tease? Do you enjoy making me frustrated?", he questioned, his hands yanking down your own pants while he awaited your response. With a small laugh, you let your head fall into the crook of his neck, the hand that was still inside his boxers picked up the pace, stroking him more rapidly now.

"You should know the answer to that by now.", he could feel the smile on your lips pressing into the side of his neck, suddenly he felt a wet sensation travelling up his skin, something he had become awfully familiar with over the last couple of years.

Any coherent thought he might have had practically vanished from his mind, the only thing remaining was the need to put you in your place, one way or another.

"Do that again!" he all but demanded through gritted teeth, pushing you further against the door of the cramped room. You obliged eagerly, not that you had any mind to defy him anyway.

Hastily, you pulled down the last piece of fabric from his body, hands winding into his coal coloured hair as you licked another strip from the column of his throat to where his neck and jaw met. His rough hands gripped one of your thighs, placing it high up on his hips before starting to slowly grind against you.

An involuntary moan escaped you after a particularly rough grind, his chapped lips momentarily attaching themselves to the column of your throat, sucking an angry looking mark into the tender flesh.

The two of you kept going like this for a little while, groping at each other while humping like a pair of overly excited teenagers, it reminded you a lot of your highschool days.

Suddenly, a shrill sound blared through the room, signaling the end of your lunch break. Reluctantly, you pulled away from each other, and quickly got dressed; not wanting to risk getting caught by your boss, again.

“Wanna finish this at my place, after our shift?”, you asked, trying to smooth out your hair as best as you could in a dark storage room.

“Sure, you got some honey at home?,” –he turned to you, his hand moving to open the closet door, as you stared at him in utter confusion– “So i can lick it off of you later, duh.”

With one last wink, he left the room, leaving you to gawk at the now empty space in front of you.

#bnha kinktober #yosetsu awase x reader #bnha smut #bnha x reader #bnha imagine #bnha imagines #awase x reader #awase yosetsu #mha one shot #mha smut #kinktober

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straighttohellbuddy · 4 years

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World building is the best tbh. I’m forever world building and now I have several worlds to play in and my neurodivergent brain cannot stay still enough to focus on one lmao. SLOWBURN ROMANCES ARE MY LITERAL JAM LIKE PLS!!! I LOVE THEM!! Also!!!! Concepts!!!! Pls share!!!! I love learning about the worlds of my fave fics and I can hands down say right now that this fic will literally shoot to the top of my list of favourites which means you’ll occupy the top three spots. Sorry to hear that ur feeling rough, so am sending u the biggest hug. I’m not okay but I’m taking care of myself today so that I will be 🧡-🐈‍⬛

alsjfsldkjf i have too many worlds TBH, literally one of the best parts of my 2020 was writing for the classic rock fandom and writing one of my good friend’s ocs alongside mine, like there’s so many different worlds that our two characters have now, i’m like 26k deep into a high school au that i need to get back to at some point, and then i wrote a oneshot abt the high school au but they’re adults, and then there’s also the original timeline, and then there’s the present day in the original timeline where they have kids and i probably care too much about people who aren’t real...... hahaha

OKAY OKAY OKAY HERE WE GO I’LL GIVE KIND OF AN OVERVIEW OF THE ALBUMS AND A FEW SONGS BUT IF U WANT ME TO GO IN DEPTH ON ANY OTHER SONG JUST ASK!!!

yes i have a playlist for each, if you wanna hear how i interpret the vibes of the songs. if you interpret them differently, thats awesome!! i’d love to hear y’all’s opinions on them!!

testing one two - the first ep they release, the song titles are mostly themed (fast forward, press play, pause, rewind), but are mostly things y/n has been working on for a while but never got around to finishing, things they are rather proud of. i see you shiver with... is the first song they wrote specifically for the album, and it’s the last song on the EP because it’s a Rocky Horror reference; i see you shiver with...

a n t i c i p a t i o n - first full album!! the vibe is Hopeful But Hesitant it has all the songs from the ep, plus some new ones!! collabs with youtube musicians troye and dodie, and y/n’s label sets up a collab that turns into a genuine friendship. the breakout dance hit is what else is there to say ft. Troye Sivan, which is about not knowing what to make content about when it feels like you’ve already told the world everything. it featured the prechorus and hook

You, know, ev-ery-thing about me / gave it all for free / my life in HD / So, let’s dance, let me see your hips sway / we’re gonna be okay / what else is there to say?

So say that you love me, say that you love me, say that you love me / let’s die hand in hand. / I’ll tell you I love you, tell you I love you, tell you I love you / supply and demand.

personally, i also conceptually enjoy srs bsns which is a really upbeat song about how they don’t care if people don’t take them seriously because they know in their heart that what they’re doing is good

hyperfocus - 2nd EP, a pretty substantial departure from their usual style, but also happens to quietly be Corpse’s favourite, and is actually y/n’s most polarising, because it has both the Grammy award winning HEARTBURN and the o brother where art thou which was written partially as a joke to capture a fond moment of them and 5SOS dicking around together in a hotel. written while on tour wit 5SOS, im writing the reader as having ADHD (because I have ADHD and i can do what i want), and the backstory is that they’d changed the medication/dosage they were taking, and as it’s their first full tour, they were under a lot of stress and were in a weird place mentally and emotionally, and hyperfocus is the result of that. i’m going through some stuff has HUGE agoraphobic vibes.

HEARTBURN has the same vibes as Florence + The Machines’ Howl. It’s about being a demon without saying that or directly implying that unless you know demons real well. This is when the pressure for them to confirm their identity got real bad, and it was their way of working through those emotions.

tear in existence in the shape of a person / when i’m seeing clearly i can’t see myself / world can’t swallow what it can’t get it’s teeth into / got everything i wanted but i ain’t got my health

Got heart-burn--- / I’ll tear me apart / I’ll tear you apart / I’ll tear me apart.

SCREAM gets rereleased as a remixed single featuring Fall Out Boy the following year. It won the MTV music award for best collaboration in 2018.

In the time between hyperfocus and working on it, Y/N releases several singles, including a cover of Tell Him by The Exciters to be featured in To All The Boys I’ve Loved Before. They also take time to sort out their health, do a little bit more YT stuff, and travel internationally to do festivals.

working on it - is kind of a middle ground between their original stuff, and hyperfocus, like pop-punk meets horror-pop meets whatever you’d classify halsey as. the first three songs were mostly written before the fic starts, so before they’re getting back to YT, but the last three, nightmare scenario, designed to hurt (touch me), and not scared were all written after they’d started hanging out with sykkuno and corpse.

in-universe, imposter syndrome was originally something else, along the same lines of tired that they’re hiding that they’re a demon, but after meeting corpse nd sykkuno and having people who know, and lowkey being influenced by corpse’s music, the song changes directions, and YO OKAY YO::

I literally am so fucking flattered, my darling friend @bingusmode wrote lyrics for imposter syndrome and I’ve been yELLING about them ever since i’ve read them!! (also bunnie is fantastic and lovely in general 10/10)

if you thought you saw me

i’d think about it twice

cuz while i know i’m naughty

everybody thinks i’m nice

cutest giggles get me

places that i long to be

but it’s not long before

everybody hates me

when you figure out i’m fucked up

you’ll probably think that can’t be right

but babe my image runs to save me

cuz i’m ugly day and night

nothing good about me

not the angel that i seem

cuz i’m a piece of shit

and i’ll ruin your fuckin dreams

i’m an impostor babe

you better run for your life

cuz there’s a bloodlust runnin through me

and you’re dripping off my knife

there’s no one here to save you

cuz you ate up all my lies

so beg me while you can

and draft up all your goodbyes

if any of y’all are inspired by anything i put out, feel free to take it and run!! you have my blessing!! i am so overwhelmingly flattered by people who like my stuff enough to create because of it, directly or indirectly! lyrics, art, songs, anything!! legit! I love you!!

okay so designed to hurt (touch me) has big House of Memories by Panic! At The Disco vibes, and YES it’s about Corpse. YES it sends mixed messages. YES it has greek myth imagery and YES that imagery is confusing. not sure if any of these sets of lyrics actually go after each other but also idk??

will my fall from grace be graceful / as each move i see you make? / propped up on pedestals side by side / beneath our feet they shake / i’m the only one to hear you ask / “What have they done to me?” / My boy, your wax throne is sun-drenched / you’ll fall in the name of your legacy.

eyes like yours watched rome burn / while hands like mine lit the pyre / we both heard me say we’d go down in flames / now you’re turning me into a liar / since you smile like that, like you can’t feel the sting / and we both know i can’t feel the fire

been telling myself i’m designed to hurt / but, baby, aren’t we a sight? /

check your reflection, your angles, apollo / you’re icarus in the right light /

we’re on the edge, i’m not scared to fall / we’ll take refuge in the night /

been telling yourself you’re designed to hurt / but, baby, doesn’t this feel right?

also, albumtouralbumtour is a reference to Bohemian Rhapsody.

OKAY AND FINALLY

n o s t a l g i a - the album the reader’s working on during the fic.

literally as i was writing this, bunnie sent through some FIRE lyrics for how the light gets in, (@bingusmode) i am going to be thinking about these on REPEAT for the next MONTH BRUV

little bit of darkness, treat me like a toy

i got my hopes up and got them destroyed

bitter taste of regret sitting heavy on my tongue

can’t believe i let you convince me that you were the one

sitting here in silence, fabric running thin

petals burning in my lungs and stealing oxygen

embers from a cigarette falling to the floor

god i can’t take anymore

so i stumble to the window and pull the shades

and the moon pours in like you threw a grenade

i can’t understand why

i keep trying

cuz i never seem to win

but having any hope is how the light gets in

from there, moment before impact ft. Billie Eilish is a club anthem along the lines of bad guy or COPYCAT, bass heavy with a drop that’s out of this world.

powdered pain, i’m in your veins / i’m the sting, the drip, the thing / you’re craving, but you hate to see me misbehaving / i heard my breakdown got you high / it’s true, but baby i can’t lie / i never got that rush, that burn / that makes you feel alive, i had to learn / to pick the slippery slope down which i fell / plan my pitstops on the way to hell / to pick my padding before i spiral / so if i break it’ll be in style

watch my misdirect, now freeze, / notice you can’t see the forest for the trees / you’re so desperate for my demise / but baby, i’ll make you watch me rise.

this is the moment before impact

controlled chaos, crash land / take a breath, trust the plan / i know you hope i’m not okay / you get off on my audio misery

controlled chaos, crash land / take a breath, trust the plan / i need you to know i want it this way / my breakdown won me a grammy

and this is the moment before impact

ur my favourite - interlude ft. sykkuno is probably one of my favourites, it’s just really soft, just a snippet of a conversation between the reader and sykkuno, maybe one of them told a joke and they both just sound real happy and sweet. its nice. it’s a nice moment.

means something is also for sykkuno!! it’s about how good-strange it is to be open and honest with friends, and how they usually aren’t but they’re glad they can be open and honest with him!!

meanwhile, i don’t think about u - interlude ft. CORPSE is a phonecall between corpse & the reader right after they announce they’re going to feature on acting like that, where corpse asks if they do this sort of thing to spite him, to which the reader responds ‘do i consider you when i’m making decisions about my career? no, corpse, actually i don’t think about you at all’ which then directly contrasts the song that ends the album, which is (how it feels to be) beautiful fireworks, which is essentially ‘i know how hard it is to exist like this, to be the centre of attention, to give off light and bring people joy, even when you’re in pain. i’m here for you. i love you.’

okay, i swear im done now, i’ll get back to writing the fic! (also i cannot BELIVE i managed to figure out how to embed those playlists but im so happy) edit: it didn’t actually work when i posted the ask, so anyways im sorry but y’all are abt to be spammed with playlists because i care too much abt this fic

#Anonymous #how the light gets in #corpse husband x reader #black cat anon

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thethousandyearwitch · 4 years

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The Show Must Go On! - A Youtuber AU you didn’t want and didn’t need

Hisoka Morrow, italian Makeup Youtuber, enjoys his life in the comfort and occasional drama of his profession. But nothing brings more drama into his life than the eldest son of the Zoldyck fashion magazine empire.

Meanwhile, aspiring australian Twitch Streamer Gon Freecs forms a special bond to a Speedrunner commonly going by "Kil".

Chapter 1

FF.net link - AO3 link

Beep Beep. beep Beep. Click

8:00 am. Hisoka rolled over in his queen-sized bed, groaning at the interruption of his beauty sleep. Setting an early alarm after editing until 2 am was a horrible idea.

He grabbed his phone from his nightstand and rolls onto his back, following his ritual of checking all his notifications in the morning. The video he had uploaded after editing was well received, many comments about how he should try more looks with purple eyeshadow. About 3 years ago he had started his channel “Bubblegumbitch Makeup” as more of a throwaway joke after someone insulted his makeup on Instagram. However, an audience grew quite quickly, and Hisoka had to admit that he enjoyed the attention and luxury of it all. Making money by sitting in front of a camera and applying Makeup while people tell you how good looking you are is a great ego boost.

Half-heartedly he scrolled through his subscription feed, just to see what his competition was up to, though barely anyone had really uploaded during the night. Amateurs and their 'healthy' sleep schedules. A true influencer knows that an audience never sleeps.

He disregarded his phone somewhere into the pile of pillows that make up his bed and made his way into the bathroom. His morning showers are more functional than enjoyable, quickly rinsing on whatever spirits of sleep may linger on him.

After that, the Makeup artist applied his usual morning creams, body lotion, towel dries his hair, and threw on a pair of grey low-waist sweats and a comfortable white razor-back shirt. Need. Coffee.

Hisokas flat was a quaint little thing just outside of Rieti. An open imitation marble kitchen, facing the living room equipped with a black leather couch and wall mounted flat screen TV, opening to a relatively small balcony housing a few plants.

Exiting his bedroom, he grabbed the TV remote and switched unto a random morning news show, just needing background noise while he waits for his coffee to brew.

"And preparations are running wild for the annual Fashion Week in Rome. This year the line-up features many new promising designers from all over the globe. Tune in at 10 for more-"

The fashion week! Hisoka grinned, having nearly forgotten about this important event that he had always followed closely. Though rarely attending himself, he had been requested on multiple occasions as a make-up artist for certain models. But there was something more important connected to that special week. He grabbed his fresh cappuccino and strolled back to his room, fishing his phone from the depths of pillow mountain.

"Hisoka: Gooooood Morning! Roma's Fashion Week is coming up, are you going to stop on by? ~"

It didn’t take long before his phone chimed with the familiar Ping of a private Message.

“Bellissimo <3: I will be going to the Show for 4 days. If it proves convenient, I’d drop by for a short collaboration.”

“Hisoka: I’ll be keeping my bed warm~♥️”

“Bellissimo<3: Gross and unnecessary. I will book a room in my usual hotel in Rome. I’ll drop by for the Collaboration on Monday afternoon, and leave after.”

“Bellissimo<3: I will send you some sample pieces later, please come up with a look for one of them, and don’t just ‘wing it’ like last time.”

Hisoka giggled before disregarding his phone again. Illumi Zoldyck, breakthrough Fashion Designer from England, and eldest son of Zoldyck fashion magazine empire, who often uploaded videos of his artistic process on his channel “I. Zoldyck Fashion”. They had met 2 years ago, at a smaller Paris fashion show, the first one Hisoka ever attended. A model had requested Hisoka as her makeup artist, while Illumi had been working on a dress for her, and the two of them ended up working closely together to properly coordinate colours with each other. And though Illumi expressed great annoyance with Hisoka, they exchanged numbers, and started to make collab videos whenever they fell into the same place. Something about working together with Illumi got Hisokas heart racing. Seeing the camera-shy man get increasingly more frustrated with his antics was a joy that could hardly be topped.

But he didn’t have time to dwell in good memories and spine-tingling anticipation. He had work to do. And so once again he chucked his phone back into the pillow-cave system and made his way into his recording room.

It was a small office space, on one side an office Desk with a Desktop Computer, a couple of small succulent plants framing it, and a comfy black office chair. On the other side a set-up to record videos, with a white-pink gradient wall, a stainless white desk with a small mirror standing on it, and a less-comfy stool to sit on. In a smooth motion, Hisoka downed the rest of his coffee, set the cup aside, and started the camera. The night before he had laid out everything for his next video, a review for a new eyeshadow palette released by another Beauty Youtuber, still trying to get into the game. How Cute.

Hisoka clapped his hands together, putting on his best camera smile. “Hey, Scum! ~ Today I have a very special treat for you all. I got my hands on the new Togari Palette ‘Hunting for Your Dreams’, his first release.” He held up the shimmering silver case and opened it up for the camera to reveal 6 eyeshadows in various shades of orange and red. About half an hour and a couple try hard glamour shots later, Hisoka dropped the Palette with a grin, staring directly into the Camera. In addition to his signature Star and Teardrop under his eyes, he had attempted to imitate a flame-inspired eyeshadow look. “Well, this has been an absolute disaster. I feel like I’m losing clumps of eyeshadow every time I blink, and it feels sandy and irritating on my skin. But you have got to give it to Togari: I have never seen a Palette that features colours that are eye-biting and yet completely bland before. Though the surprise gift of a long, brown hair inside the sealed Palette wasn’t for me. But you know, if you see these Palettes in your local bargain bin, I’d say go for it.” He gave a cheeky wink, before rattling off his usual goodbyes, like and subscribe, yadda yadda.

Click.

Hisoka took the camera and set it by his computer. Before he could even think about editing, he must wipe away whatever the hell was in that shabby palette. Of course it wasn’t the worst make-up he had ever worn; it probably wouldn’t even make it in the bottom 10, he wasn’t here to make friends and spoon-feed his competition compliments. If a creator dares to churn out a subpar product, they have to deal with the consequences.

After practically subjecting himself to water torture via make-up remover towels, the man grabbed another whiteclaw from the fridge, and settled into his office chair. Digging through business emails was a boring, repetitive task, deleting promo-email after promo-email, practically begging him to promote some skin-care vitamins or boring phone app. Clicking the nails of his free hand against his desk, he tapped away at the delete button in a rhythm only known to him.

Finally reaching the bottom of his inbox, he switched to his private Inbox with a satisfied smile, an expected email already waiting for him. “From: I. Zoldyck: Roma Fashion Week Promos”. To my private Email, dear Illumi? How shockingly Intimate~ Hisoka mocked in his head while opening the mail.

“Hisoka.

Attached are 3 Designs I plan to show off at the show. Chose one for the collaboration and let me know in time.

Sincerely,

Illumi Zoldyck.”

Under his signature, 3 files were lined up, boringly titled “Design Roma 1/2/3”. Hisoka opened the first file and is greeted by a 2-piece suit with a light pink base colour, and blue-green flower highlights that frame the pockets and seams of the jacket, and the belt of the pants. Not bad, not bad.

The second file contained another 2-piece suit, this time with a black base colour, and a repeating roman-vase pattern in eye-catching blues, pinks, and oranges. Lovely pattern, and what a revealing jacket cut~. He was sure he had found his favourite, already planning a matching make-up look. But it wouldn’t hurt looking at the last design for pity, right?

Hisoka audibly gasped in a mixture of shock and flattery and laid a hand over his heart to complete the star performance. Staring back at him was a beautiful white-jeans design, patterned with colourful card-suits dotting the jacket and pants. The pattern was ever so slightly washed out, faking a vintage look. This is it. Mine. His heart was beating through his chest, and for the first time in a while he was truly speechless.

He had 3 more weeks until the show, but his mind was already bursting with inspiration, and when he later laid in bed, he couldn’t contain his grin as he texted.

“Hisoka: You already know which one im choosing~♥️♥️♥️”

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Gon had been streaming for a good hour or so, talking excitedly to his chat about the new Season of Fortnite, admiring new skins that he was definitely going to try and get. Every new pass just meant a new challenge for him to prove himself, and it was undeniable that it was satisfying to work and game hard to get what he wanted. Just as he was about to ask chat if he should go another row, or change games for the night, a discord message drew his attention away.

“Kil: Yo, wanna team up? :p”

Filled with even more excitement, Gon returned his attention back to his stream. “Everyone, today we are going to feature a special guest!”

#Hisoillu #killugon #Hunter X Hunter #fanfiction #hxh fanfic

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nessafms · 4 years

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new york’s very own NESSA LOCKE was spotted on broadway street in 𝓳𝓲𝓶𝓶𝔂 𝓬𝓱𝓸𝓸 𝓿𝓲𝓸𝓵𝓪 𝓯𝓮𝓪𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝓽𝓪𝓼𝓼𝓮𝓵 𝓱𝓮𝓮𝓵𝓼 . your resemblance to kylie jenner is unreal . according to tmz , you just have your twenty two birthday bash . while living in nyc , you’ve been labeled as being finicky , but also alluring . i guess being a scorpio explains that . 3 things that would paint a better picture of you would be expensive diamonds clinging to delicate fingers , makeup swatches on tan skin , & wine induced giggles .

GREETINGS , cuties . i’m gi , 9teen , and go by she and her pronouns . i kind of suck at introductions ? so please excuse all of the rambling and unnecessary comments that are throughout this . nessa is kind of my baby ? so im super super excited to bring her into this group and play her once again and even more excited to write with all of you !!!!!! everything you need to know about her is under the cut , and if you want to plot please give this a heart and we can do so ( or message me on discord , 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐛𝐮𝐝𝐝𝐲#1776 )

* basics

FULL NAME. nessa ryan locke .

NAME MEANING. pure , holy ; butterfly .

REASONING. it was suppose to be vanessa but somehow ended up being just nessa by the time she was actually born .

NICKNAMES. ness , nessy .

PREFERRED NAME. ness and/or nessa .

BIRTH DATE. november third , nineteen ninety eight .

AGE. twenty two .

ZODIAC. scorpio .

GENDER. cis female .

PRONOUNS. she and her .

SEXUAL ORIENTATION. heterosexual .

CURRENT LOCATION. moved to new york city at the age of nineteen , ( click here to see her residence ) .

PLACE OF BIRTH. los angeles , california .

HOMETOWN. los angeles , california .

FATHER. jared locke , actor .

MOTHER. jillian locke , former model .

SIBLINGS. nirvana locke , emerson locke .

BIRTH ORDER. youngest .

PETS. wolfie , husky .

HAIR COLOR. originally a black color , though it tends to go from black to a light brown and/or a blonde color .

EYE COLOR. brown , but she takes pride in the small specks of green .

DOMINANT HAND. right .

HEIGHT. five ft six .

TATTOOS. nessa has five tattoo’s all together , the first one being something that resembles the fire emoji on her right inner hip she got with her group of friends . she has a rose on the left side of her boob , which she got strictly because she thought it was pretty . she has two butterflies behind her left ear , a smiley face on her right upper butt cheek , and finally the words , ‘ take care ‘ tattooed on her right arm .

PIERCINGS. she has five holes on her right ear and seven holes on her left ear .

DRUGS / ALCOHOL / SMOKING. no ( beside smoking weed here and there ) , yes , no .

SOUNDTRACK. self care , mac miller . angel , the weeknd . fetish , selena gomez . bitter , fletcher . july , noah cyrus . bad news , kehlani . after hours , the weeknd . needy , ariana grande . save myself , ed sheeran . p*$$y fairy , jhene aiko . girls in the hood , megan thee stallion .

AESTHETICS. emerald hues forming into a distant memory , soft laughter in the dead of the night , luxurious material clinging to honeyed skin , tired hues , the glow of neon lights lightening up a dark room .

LINKS. here’s her pinterest !!

FUN FACTS. she has a three year old husky , whom she treats as though she carried him around for nine months . she has a obsession with acrylic nails , you will always find her with something different every two weeks . she always has her toes painted , usually baby something baby pink , baby blue . she enjoys switching up her look which includes hair changes whether it be sporting a wig or actually dyeing it . has a talent of painting but normally doesn’t have the time or inspiration to do so . a music bug , she has to be listening to tunes if she’s cleaning , cooking , bathing ... hates the gym more then anything but has a personal trainer ( she spends most of the time avoiding ) to kick her ass in shape . rarely diets and with this she has a bad habit of eating whatever her body craves . she loves waffle fries , and prefers a burger over a chicken sandwich . she hates neon green , don’t fight her on this . she’s a bit of a car junkie and constantly purchases them despite not needing to . her worst habit is online shopping , she will spend thousand of dollars at ONE store .

* background .

stranded at the age of five , a stuffed elephant in hand and confusion lingering on skin . only small glimpses of heart felt moments to ease the tears . one moment she was there , and the next she somehow slipped through the cracks . not even the power of hollywood being able to track down the angelic emerald hued model . instead , her father had to wrap his arms around his three children and fabricate a story that would not shatter their delicate hearts . but the damage was already done .

drenched in sovereignty and affluence , the privilege of being privilege had always been a reality , even before the disappearance of her mother . a celebrity child , grew up in the spotlight and had ears filled with comments from millions who did not know her . not a sob story , unless you considered her mommy issues . inherited her father’s ambition and her mom’s trust issues . started branding herself at the age of seventeen , a trend setter . the title of social media personality was granted to nessa before it was even a thing , and she did not stop there . ventured into the beauty industry , building an empire from top to bottom . and eventually even created a fashion line with her older sister , even after all the red warnings .

but the finer things in life did not come with all blessings . her delicate hands drenched in cold glue , shattered pieces clinging for their lives with expectations of being put back together again . adored and envied by the world , but the outside looking in did not see bent back constantly picking up pieces of her sisters who crumbled with even the softest poke . addiction controlling every aspect of her sisters lives , and the relationship she shared with them . it’s never been pretty to watch the ones you love self destruct and take everything you love and trust down with them .. hard to look them in the eyes as anger and heartache consumes you . and even harder to forgive .

forever fighting the demons her mother instored in her , and the demons her sister’s stir up . her only breath of fresh air being her daddy , and the way he always has her back ( no favorites are played but we all know ) , and the life she helped build for herself . wants to be rid of hands that hold her back and take and take until she has nothing left , and instead plunge into the world of living for herself and new york city granted the brunette that opportunity .

* personality .

affection sings to her in the form of a love song , her love language . digits itch to hold friends hands , and lean on lovers shoulders . uses pet names like her vocabulary only consists of the word angel and baby . a chatter bug that hides vulnerability with ebullience and teasing manners . impulsiveness that jumps out at all the wrong times , and a carelessness that teams up with her pettiness to make all the wrong choices . feels replaceable and easily disposable , makes her fear of ever letting anyone get too close . finicky , hard to please and even harder to totally figure out , some would say she’s hot and cold . tries to stay out of her head with burying herself in work . knows how it feels to feel like you are nothing , and fills that whole with giving back as much as she can . silly and sometimes ditzy . loves too hard for her own good , and has a bad habit of letting people back in even when they do not deserve it or her .. has a softness that’s desperate to escape . hates love because she understands what it can do to you and loves just as much for the same reason . built a wall around her heart to avoid adding any more scars , and will save you before she saves herself . holds on to people a little too tight , because she hates going through the process of letting people in all over again . a twenty something year old who craves a mother’s touch but holds a grudge that sometimes causes her to miss out on people . always just wants to feel like she’s worth making sacrifices for .

* career .

kylie cosmetics ? nessa cosmetics , a brand built at seventeen years old and has only grown from there . collections that consist of collabs with close friends and family ( when she’s talking to them ) , and season / holiday collections . does something for her birthday , november third , every year . has a collection dedicated to her zodiac sign , scorpio . constantly changing her formula to better her brand , and does everything hands on . does most of her work from her office . can find her instagram stories to be her swatching her latest products . favorite thing of hers being her eye shadows ( applaud for the pigmented ) . good quality , inclusive and diverse ( more then actual kylie cosmetics ) is the most important thing when it comes to her brand .

launched nessa skin a single year ago , and has worked on it for the last three years . her latest child , and plans to only grow it . skin has always been super important to nessa , and delivering her supporters with products that will actually work is her main priority .

a youtube channel with ten million subscribers , youtuber as a second job . it starting as a hobby and a way of connecting with supporters to becoming something she cannot imagine not doing . her channel consists of mixed content such from fashion hauls to makeup videos to even vlogs that involved her friends ( and family ) doing stupid things .

em & ness , a clothing brand her and her sister are developing . features trendy street wear , more to come soon .

* connections

the childhood friend that reminds her of simpler times , mud pies in the back yard and riding their bikes around the neighborhood . secrets and promises of being friends forever that felt secure but feel short . bonded forever maybe , but constantly feeling like strangers . ( or they could still be close friends )

the family friend that their parent(s) swore were going to end up together , though if the two caught any talk of that would scrunch their nose ups and shake their head . or at least they did for a while , until lines started to fade and the comfortableness felt like something more .. not together now , but constantly a what if , the idea still runs in their minds but is a friendship worth something that might not work out

a friendship or more so platonic soulmates , if you see one you know the other is not far behind . they are somewhat extensions of one another , swear they cannot survive without one another . the one person nessa trusts the most , someone who has never hurt her or left her . her person .

the bad influence that plays on her impulsiveness . talks her head up to get even or take that tenth shot because why the fuck not . anytime something bad almost happened , like that time we almost got a fine , she was with this person . and while she adores them , she knows they aren’t exactly the best for her .

the friend group you cannot help but envy , constantly plastered on one anothers instragram feeds . has their own groupchat that does nothing but blow up . shopping trips in italy and vacations in greece . do not always get along but there is always love in between them . they are constantly in her vlogs , and would kind of be like her very own vlog squad .

the friends with benefits who swear they are just friends , and the sex means nothing . despite the fact that they linger a little too long in one another’s bed . and the promises of this will not ruin anything become blurry when they connect on a deeper level . and it gets confusing when their affectionate comes to surface , but regardless they are just friends .

a trio of three friends who are always seen together , best friends could be the world to use to describe them ( bonus points if its all girls ) .

the heart breaker , the person that fucked her up for good . ruined the way she loved and left her with a lot of regret and heart ache . she swear she hates them , but she hates how much she loved them and how close they got to her . hates how they went from knowing her more then anyone to being someone she cannot even look in the eyes anymore ( bonus points if it involves them cheating on her , extra bonus points if it’s angsty as hell )

the drinking buddy she confides in , a glass of wine and a lot of shit talking that always end up in talking about personal matters . they are a ear and someone to lean on .

the on and off fling , their back and forth being nessa and her refusal to let them in completely . her feelings for them scare her , and she’s not ready to walk down the road of being with someone again .

other things i want include ; unlikely friends , enemies to friends , friends to enemies , lovers to friends , friends to lover , ex best friend , ex friends in general , ex friends who miss each other terribly , other youtubers she collabs with , other ceo’s of makeup brands / skin brands she has a rivalry with because the media made it seem like they hated one another .

#wealthyhq:intro #fingers crossed i didn't miss anything asdfj #tw: mention of addiction

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arthur-fleck-is-my-baby · 5 years

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Day 13 ~ Cashier Crush

- Ve and Keke’s Christmas Collab -

My Day 12 | Ve’s Day 13

Collab Masterlist

Tip Jar (tips are never expected but always appreciated!)

Prompt: You work in a christmas toy store and Arthur keeps coming in without buying anything. He finally has the courage to ask you out on a date

Pairing: Arthur Fleck x Reader

Warnings: None, just fluffy arthur

Behind the small counter, you tapped your fingers against the hard surface. It was 3pm on a Tuesday and the store was relatively quiet. A few people wandered the shelves, looking at the many toys in stock. Many shelves were bare, Christmas only being a week away.

The bright lights burned your eyes and the uniform that was enforced felt itchy. On your watch the small second hand ticked by agonizingly slowly. You waited patiently for 3:15, where you knew you would hear the familiar and expected ring of the little bell above the door.

As the minute hand hit 3:15, you looked up and watched as a handsome older man entered the small toy store, the same time as every other day. Today was an “cute man” day, as you liked to call them, and it had become so frequent over the past month you’d begun to schedule your work time around him. Your mind raced with different thoughts as he looked around the small store, letting the door close behind him.

He had bought a few things over time, small items that cost no more than a few dollars. He would always wander every inch of the store before leaving though. You tried not to stare at him as he passed by the counter, making his way to the opposite side of the store.

You wondered what it was about him that made you so nervous, but you couldn’t pinpoint it. Could it be his looks? The way he carries himself? Maybe the way his voice floats above him when he says “thank you” after buying something. The first time you’d made eye contact with him, you nearly couldn’t breathe for 10 minutes afterwards. You dreaded the day he eventually stopped coming into the store.

You lost sight of him as he walked behind another row of toys. Other customers came up to you, ready to check out, and you had to breathe deeply in order to properly cash them out. Over the next half hour, you listened for his polite footsteps throughout the store, silently hoping he would be ready to check out.

Your hope was answered as he walked up to the register, holding a few pieces of candy. He placed them on the tabletop, looking down at you. It didn’t occur to you how tall he was until now.

“Is that all?” You asked, picking up the candy with shaking hands. Punching in the numbers, you head him laugh. A new sound to you that nearly caused you to pass out.

“I uh... don’t ring those up” he said, wringing his hands together. You looked at him puzzled, cancelling the order on the register. “I can’t actually afford them. I just needed an excuse to talk to you.” He laughed again, but this time it seemed suffocated and unwanted. “I’m so sorry I - never mind.” He went to leave, wrapping an arm around his face as if to cough.

“Wait!” You called, reaching your hand across the counter, grabbing onto the fabric of his jacket. You were happy the store was empty except for the two of you. “It’s alright. Take your time.” He turned around. His cautious eyes looked you up and down, uncertain of whether or not you were messing with him.

What you didn’t know was that Arthur had tried to do this every single time he came in. The first time he had entered the small store it was a simple accident, but the moment he had seen you behind the counter, it was over for him. He knew he needed to talk to you but had no clue how, so every other day, he would stop by the store and talk himself into it while walking around the store. Except by the time he reached the register with something he wanted to buy, he would chicken out.

He turned to you and smiled, the laughing slowing down. He was afraid this would happen, but the fact that you were able to be patient with him made his mind race. He felt dizzy as you looked at him with your sweet smile.

“Im Arthur.” He said, holding out his hand. You looked at it and were unable to comprehend the fact he was actually volunteering physical contact. You placed your own hand in his large one, feeling the calluses that littered his palm.

“(Y/N)” you were able to say, your throat dry. He whispered your name to himself. Your name on his lips made you shutter.

“So uh - I was wondering - “ he rubbed his hands on his cardigan. “Would you like the go on a date with me?” His nervous smile quivered, expecting a rejection. A part of him wondered why he ever thought someone so beautiful and shy would want to date him.

Your heart practically jumped out of your chest. Was this real life? We’re you dreaming? You pinched yourself in the leg, hoping it was true. And it was.

“Yes!” You practically yelled. You composed yourself, unable to contain your smile. His eyes widened at your reaction. He hadn’t expected you to be so excited. “Yes I would love to go out with you.”

“Then it’s a date. Are you free tonight?” He asked. You nodded, not even sure if it was true. If it wasn’t, you wouldn’t think twice about cancelling your other plans. You’d been dreaming of this for months.

“I’ll see you at 8.” He grinned. He went to walk away, but you quickly told him to wait. Looking around, you noticed an old receipt. You wrote your phone number down, sliding it to him along with the candy pieces.

“But I-“ he began, face falling from a smile to a look of concern.

“It’s fine. Call me.” You giggled, unable to contain your excitement. He matched your energy, giggling a bit himself. This time it was a genuine laugh, unlike the one from before. You watched as he left the store, tucking the small paper in his pocket and popping one of the candies in his mouth.

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houseofvans · 6 years

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SKETCHY BEHAVIORS | INTERVIEW W/ CRYSTAL HABITATS

Combining stain glass, metal smithing and mineralogy, founder of Crystal Habitats, Rachel Pitler transformed her drawing and painting skills into a magical world of 3D stained glass and molten metal sculptures – from jewel adorned cardholders, wands, daggers (athames), to ring holders, just to mention a few. Not only one thing, Rachel is also a co-founder of Bitchcraft, an unique holiday event featuring over 60 vendors, selling everything dark & magical. We’re excited to talk to Rachel and find out more about how she started her creations, what inspires them, and what she has planned for 2019!

Take the leap below!

Photographs courtesy of the artist.

Introduce yourself. My name is Rachel Pitler Hsiung. I am a mixed-media artist (stained glass, molten metal, oil painting, and clay). Originally I am from Detroit; however, I have been living in Los Angeles now for many years. My professional background is in the rock & mineral industry. Working in this field allows me to travel to all the big gem shows where I am able to work with interesting specimens on a daily basis... as well as being surrounded by these beauties is a huge creative plus for me and where I draw much of my inspiration.

Tell us a little about your background in art? I never had any formal training in drawing & painting. My mom is a fantasy illustrator, so growing up I often sat with my mom and watched her paint/draw, and I took to it myself pretty quickly. I got a job in my 20s teaching art to kids & teens on the basics of drawing, watercolor & oil painting. I taught art for 8 years. It was a really important time in my life for me to grow as an artist. Through teaching others I discovered a lot about myself, I learned to enjoy my process of making art, to never stop learning, and to push myself out of my comfort zone into new mediums.

How did you go from working with traditional material like oil paints and pastels to a medium like stain glass and solder? When did you start creating pieces out of glass, metal, and so forth? A little over 5 years ago one of my best friends Erin Coovert (Moontan Stain Glass) started taking a glass class. She encouraged me to try out her class, I did and have been forever changed by this incredible medium. I am so grateful to her for sharing this path with me as it opened up so much more for me in terms of my creative abilities. It's really hard when you have a lot of creative ideas, but little tools to make them into reality. I was such a two dimensional art person trying to be a 3D artist and for whatever reason stained glass opened that part of my brain up to problem solve and tackle art projects that I would have otherwise given up on.

Tell us a little about Crystal Habitats and the unique pieces that you create for it? In mineralogy, the word crystal habit is a characteristic of crystal groups & individual crystals. I wanted to make artwork that reflected my own take on crystals and create pieces that are like little worlds within themselves, little habitats that harness magick and cast their energy onto whoever uses them. Art for me has always been a refuge and a place of healing.

I love making tools that do just that. I make wands & daggers (athames) that are adorned with crystals & molten metal. I make three sided pyramids (often with crystals adhered to them), jewelry, ring holders, and a lot of other items. In my drawings & paintings, I have a fantasy world I came up with called The Ice Crags. Many of my paintings & drawings take place in this realm. My characters are often High Priestess (and wizards). Recently I have started to making these characters in stained glass.

Of the many things you create–from wands to daggers–which is your favorite to make and why? What is the process like for one of these, from start to finish? Right now I am really enjoying the process of making my snake athames (a type of dagger). Snakes represent healing & transformation, when paired with a stone setting and blade, these pieces really become a source of internal empowerment.

My friend John (@jabforge) makes my blades, I make the hilt with molten metal...I cut out a copper/metal sheet with my metal cutter to create a handle. I hand solder the entire base...there are different ways to solder...I have adapted a painting style of soldering, you can create patterns within the metal to give it a unique look. When I add the crystals I make bezels out of metal, and solder it to the hilt, and I hand make the the snakes out of epoxy clay. I give my pieces a dark patina and I often use my dremel to smooth out parts and I sand it down to give it an interesting aged look. I enjoy making these in particular as it is a collaboration which I always love and each piece has such a unique character to them. When working with molten metal, I never know what pattern I am going to make till I start soldering, it's always fun to see how they turn out.

In your studio, what type of art materials and tools would we find on your desk? Too many tools and never enough tools! Lead free solder, soldering iron, flux, glass cutting materials, dremel, jewelry wax, metal cutter, thin wires, metal sheets, copper sheets, all sorts of dental tools (I use them for carving) epoxy clay, lots of glues, torch, hammers, paint, glass, wood, my lapidary wheel, patina, cabochons and crystals parts, there's a lot of stuff! Im super obsessed with working with new materials. Since I work in a handful of mediums, it becomes a real science project in my studio mashing them together to see what works and what doesn’t.

What are some of the cool collaborations you’ve done? How do collaborators incorporate your works into what they’re doing? A recent collaboration I did was with my good friend Alex from Acid Queen Jewelry. She makes incredible jewelry and we often talk shop on a weekly basis. She made a gorgeous ring and I made a matching glass ring holder (glass base with a quartz point as the holder for the ring). She and I will have more collabs in 2019! Very excited to work with her again! And as mentioned earlier John from Jab Forge. He is a blacksmith, his blade work is my favorite...his blades look like moon craters, they have a real old world look to them and I enjoy matching my style of metal work with his work.

What medium haven’t you tried that you’d definitely like to get your hands on? Metalsmithing. Well this is a medium I have dabbled in but really haven’t gone deep and it’s my goal for 2019 to get into it more. Specifically so that I can incorporate a different type of metal work into my stained glass & my solder work. Medium cross over is my favorite thing to mess around with, good for the brain ;)

Not only are you behind Crystal Habitats and its creations, but you had an active role in creating an event/community called Bitchcraft. Can you tell us more about Bitchcraft, how it started and the idea behind it? When was the last one and when’s the next one? Yes! 10 years ago I co-founded it with 4 of my friends. We all made things and wanted an all female handmade collective where we could barter/sell goods. I believe we had like 10 vendors at the first one in our friend’s backyard...now there are over 60 vendors, it's a pretty large holiday event. It's a collective that celebrates everything dark & magickal, a curated group of like-minded makers filled with everything from metal goods, apothecary, altar items, capes, wands, jewelry, and really a lot of items related to other worldly and the occult. We just had our annual holiday show in December! There's always a chance for a mid year show but for now not till Dec 2019 :)

Who are some of your favorite vendors or artists from that Bitchcraft community? What’s your favorite thing about that community? Oh that is really hard for me to say!! Most of these people have been my friends for a long time and have been a creative support system and I cherish all of them and appreciate & admire all of their works. My favorite thing about the Bcraft community is the friendships! There is so much love and support with this crew...outside of this event a lot of the vendors work with each other on projects, do shows together, help promote and support one another. Having a strong group of makers is super important to me and has helped me grow so much as an artist, and I am so thankful for all of them!

Who are some other artists you’re inspired by? What kind of things inspire you? I have the longest list of artist who have inspired me!! But I have to say my very top inspirational artist would be my mom, Sheri-Pitler McClure. Her work is everything to me...she has a way of drawing people that is so out of this time, totally belongs in Middle Earth. Growing up my mom surrounded our household with fantasy - wizard & unicorn statues spread throughout our my childhood home...she is a big fan of science fiction, so as a kid I was exposed to all movies and books on the subject. She is also a rock collector (she did opal lapidary work back in the day) so I guess all of these things had a big impact on me. When I was really young she painted a series of these goddesses that represented the different seasonal full moons. These women were painted as strong ethereal beings, who’s magick reached out from the canvas and wided my eyes to endless worlds one could create. That was my first memory of how art can really change your perspective and it has stuck with me ever since.

Other things that inspire me spans from crystal formations, old medieval paintings, everything Tolkien, old lore & fantasy books/movies. I am also really into the color pallet of the Dark Crystal, I often watch and think about that movie when I am making.

What’s been the most challenging part of maintaining Crystal Habitats? What’s been the most rewarding? What do you do to keep the balance? I would say compartmenting my time has been a big challenge….often people tell me to do my art full time but working in the mineral business is my dream job and it is also is a place where I come up with my concepts...its like one can’t exist without the other, so figuring out the balance of them has been something that I am always working on. The most rewarding part is when I have a really fresh new idea and I am able to execute it….there are some designs that I will do over and over, but when a new design pops into my head it becomes extremely exciting to work on.

Recently I have been bringing balance into my work space by not taking on too many custom orders or too many shows...allowing myself to have breaks...through these breaks I have been able to come back fresh and renewed, which is very important to my process.

What’s your advice to folks who see what you do and want to pursue it as a career? Don’t compare yourself to others. Keep learning, discover new mediums, always be a student of something it really opens your mind to concepts that otherwise could be dormant.

What’s your best advice for creative folks on social media platforms, like Instagram? Have fun! I know that sounds lame, be seriously don’t get caught up in it too much. The more stress you surround yourself with social media & the more it takes away from your art. I love using social media, I love using it to showcase my art and be connected to other artists/communities, but don’t allow it to become overwhelming. I think being true to your art is the most important part:)

What are your FAVORITE Vans? Slip-Ons!

Finally can you share with us what exciting things you may have lined up for 2019? I’ll be working on a new line of handmade jewelry boxes. A lot more snake themed items for sure!! I have been working on some Shield Maiden jewelry through metalsmithing/lost wax mediums, it is something I have been really taking my time with and I am hoping to have some completed soon. I will also being vending at the Culver City Gem & Mineral Show in June 2019.

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softmiinho · 6 years

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I ship it! | Han Jisung

request: hi!!!! i really loved your jisung soulmate au!!!! 🙆🏽‍♀️💜 can i request another jisung au fic where the reader is also an idol and the whole internet ships them both?? thank you in advance 😊

summary: A lunch break turn into something else in the eyes of the internet.

pairing: jisung x reader

genre: idol!au, lowkey comedy at the end i guess

words: 1274

a/n: this was my first time writing a something requested so i hope you like it im so sorry about the ending please dont kill me

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“That was amazing, y/n!” your fellow group member hugged you with overflowing joy.

As the main dancer of your group you had to shine during the dance breaks and oh my god this new performance made you shine more than you ever thought you could. Your rookie group was about to make their first comeback and all 5 of you were so excited to show your fans everything you had prepared. As the date for the comeback came closer everyone tried to practice at 200% and you were no different.

“Should we go again?” you asked as you took your position on the left, waiting for the other members.

“It’s past noon already, y/n. We should go to have lunch first and then it’s time for vocal practice.” Everyone agreed with their leader and after cleaning up and taking a shower you and the main vocalist were of to the cafeteria at the new JYP building. She was the one only in the group who was the same age as you, so you both hang out a lot and were practically best friends.

The new organic cafeteria was amazing. The food was nice; the environment, even though a lot of people came in, was somehow chill; all summed up, it was a good place to just eat something healthy with your friend and relax a little bit before going back to your busy schedule.

When you both got your food and you headed back to a table to eat, you realised the cafeteria was more crowded than what you both expected to be.

“Uh… I don’t think we have anywhere to sit…” your friend said and you tried to look around to the back of the room on your tiptoes.

“I can’t find a pla-”

“Hey! Y/n! Here, come here!” you saw Jisung, from Stray Kids, calling a few tables in front of you. He smiled and tapped the seat next to him as a signal for you to sit there.

“Go! Let’s go!” your friend whispered behind you and began to slowly push you towards his way.

“Hi, Jisung.” you smiled when you got to his table and you and your friend sat down on the seat in front of him.

“Han! I can’t believe I’ve to teach only Stays but you too!”

“I’m sorry but you’ll always be Jisung to me. And to them too. There’s no point on fighting it.” that made both of you laugh because both knew you were telling the truth.

Jisung was one of your oldest friends. He was already a trainee when you joined JYPE and you quickly became friends. He was an amazing friend and you knew you could count on him for everything.

“So, a little bird told me someone is having their first comeback,”

“I can’t believe you have to rely on birds to tell you the news when there’s a thing called the internet.” You laughed, and he stuck out his tongue at you. You two always made fun of each other but you were never mean to one other.

The time passed by with you three talking about your comeback and with Jisung giving pieces of advice on what to do and how to make your stage presence even bigger.

“We have vocal practice now, so we should get going. It was a fun lunch! Thank you for letting us sit with you!” your friend said to Jisung. He just smiled and nodded.

“Y/n!” you looked over at a girl who was waiting in line. She waved at you and said “I hope one day we get to see a collab between you two!” you and Jisung looked at each other and then at the girl with a smile. You guys have talked about it in the past but never actually did anything. It was a good idea but you didn’t know how the public would react. You had seen what people say when idols collab – the dating rumours, the fans making theories and finding every proof to prove that they are dating – and neither you nor Jisung wanted that to one another. But, truth be told, you and Jisung already had your fans all over the place when he said that you were one of his best friends and since then, everyone expected to see you two interact.

“You look cute together!” you shyly smiled at the girl and waved back.

“So yeah, we have to go. Hm, see to you later! Bye!” you bowed and hurried up to leave, dragging your friend out of the cafeteria before someone else decided to make another comment on you and Jisung. You didn’t even look at his face before leaving and kept our head down so no one could see your blushed cheeks. Unlucky you because like that, you couldn’t see how cute he looked with that goofy smile of his and with the redness that also spread on his face.

Later that night, when practice was over and you and your group were back in the dorms you went to the internet to check if everyone was as excited about the comeback as you were. At midnight the individual teasers were released, and you wanted to know your fans reactions to it. This comeback was a little bit different from your debut, your group didn’t want to stick to one concept and all of you thought that change was a good thing.

But the teasers weren’t the only thing that your fans were talking about.

As news went around of your little lunch break with Jisung, everyone on the internet was talking about that. The meeting didn’t go unnoticed and neither did both of your blushed faces when you were saying goodbye. You decided to read some of the tweets you found.

“Look at their faces omg asdfgjklhejs they are so cute”

“Minho when Jisung gets home: welcome home cheater”

“OP said y/n was giggling the whole time please jyp lift the ban let us have y/nsung”

I was not giggling, you thought, lord, please tell me I was not giggling.

“OP said that Jisung and y/n were very talkative and that they were always making fun of each other”

“Jisung said fuck minsung stans lives 😔✊”

You realised that you were blushing the whole time, so you stopped reading them. Honestly, you couldn’t lie. You had a crush on him since the first time you saw him. Who wouldn’t though? Jisung was funny, caring, talented, kind and overall amazing in every way possible. But what could you do? Even if some people on the internet “shipped” you two together it didn’t mean that your company was going to let you date, anyway.

What am I talking about, he doesn’t like me that way.

You felt your phone vibrate on your chest and that woke you up from your thoughts of you and Jisung. But not for long, because when you unlocked it you were reading a text from him and all the thoughts came back.

From Jisungnie [01:23 AM]

- Have you seen what everyone is talking about?

To Jisungnie [01:25 AM]

-Yes,,,,, Was I really giggling?

From Jisungnie [01:27 AM]

- Yes, you were!

To Jisungnie [01:30 AM]

-Jesus that’s embarrassing

From Jisungnie [01:33 AM]

- It was cute don’t worry 😉

Don’t! Be! Like! That! All you could think about was being with him. If you two weren’t idols you probably could…

If we weren’t idols, we wouldn’t have met. He’d still be in Malaysia.

From Jisungnie [01:35 AM]

- But I’ve to admit, I also ship y/nsung

God, what are you even supposed to do with THIS information?!

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MR VOORHEES Q&A PART 3: The Past, Present, and Future of Voorhees Glass.

The glass industry has grown exponentially over the last 5 years, with new artists, new techniques, and new colors. We felt it was necessary for the glass community to have some insight on the artists, and what drives their creative engines. It was always in my interest to learn more about an artist that has always had my attention, respect, and admiration. Mr. Voorhees has developed some of the most aesthetically pleasing, and incredibly functioning glass to date. He has never remained static, always pushing the boundaries of his work, and exploring multiple mediums to express his art. We were delighted to have the chance to ask him some questions about the past, present, and what we can expect from his future!

I feel like a good place to start would be simply how did you get into glassblowing, was it a window for your street art and paintings or did you start with a different medium such as graffiti, sketching, etc?

VRHS: I started making glass in 2004 with the help of Adam G who gave me the opportunity to try it out.. since I was a little kid, my dad was always drawing and painting and naturally I wanted to be like him.. that’s where my drive to be an artist came from.

That’s awesome! So where were you born n raised, where did you start and where are you currently blowing glass?

VRHS: I was born and raised in Michigan, that’s where I started.. now I’m in Southern California, been here for the last few years.

So how did you begin the heads? were they originally modeled after anyone in particular?

VRHS: I always drew and painted faces of different types and when I started gathering the skills to sculpt glass it just started happening.. I was super inspired by the pieces I was seeing from Bearclaw and the faces he was making at the time also.. I give a lot of credit to him for the direction my glass went in the beginning. I was also very inspired by the work I saw from Martin Janeky and Ross Richmond, two amazing dog glass sculptors.

That’s an excellent insight! My next question then would be how did you develop function and your line of pieces? The HIB function is iconic.

VRHS: Honestly the function was something that I didn’t even consider.. I was in Philly working at Krushmore and saw Slinger insert a perc through the bottom.. I always wanted to see the head inside the glass, watching Slinger opened that door.

Slinger and you do a lot of work together, who are some of your other favorite artists to work with?

VRHS: Pretty much every one of the people I’ve done collaborations with have been a blast to work with, I’m definitely looking forward to working with Peter Muller again for our show at Piece Of Mind OC in September.

I have to ask for all the vrhs collectors, will the classic HIB series end at 100?

VRHS: That is correct. The solo HIBs will be done at 100. I’ll still do a couple variations (recycler, doublestack) and will make collaboration HIBs for now.

Besides the development of HIB1 What do you think was the most challenging solo HIB to complete, and among all variations of the HIB do you have a favorite? (submitted by IG: @namastay_heady)

VRHS: Oh man, I don’t really know.. learning how to now break the first few was a challenge. It seemed like I was breaking three to get one finished without any problems, after I got my timing down with my moves and the heat they became much easier. My favorites change so often, right now I’m excited to make these last few as nice as I can and end the series with a bang.

You have made the head iconic in your work and yet have reached in so many directions with astounding work such as the abstracts, full bodys, bags, painted techs, and now the new murini stack style. Do you plan on moving forward with all these styles, or do you like to retire some?

VRHS: I get bored really easily, I enjoy the process of making glass and the infinite things you can do with it.. the murini stack pieces are something I’m having the most fun with at the moment, the things you can do with this style of work never ends. It’s making me think about glass in a different way than I ever have before.. I’m definitely planning on moving forward with all styles, combining some and refining them.

Thats really an honest an inspiring approach! I can tell you after speaking with Bump, Chef and from my personal experience with other VRHS collectors, the blend of old and new is something really exciting. It’s not often you see an artist also span multiple mediums so fluidly, I know I myself am dying for the next drop of paintings! Can we expect to see more paintings, clothes, and accessories?

VRHS: Absolutely, I’m always working on paintings here and there, I’ll probably release some this summer along with some new shirts and a hat hopefully, a couple other items too.

Thats exciting news! Are there any artists you havent collabed with yet that you would specifically like to?

VRHS: Too many to name.. There’s artists I’ve been friends with for most of my career that I haven’t worked with yet, and there’s a lot of people that are of the “newer generation” that are making such beautiful and unique work.. the list of people I’d like to collaborate with seems never ending.

I feel that! As a collector myself I’ve noticed how detail oriented you are. I often search VRHS rigs that I meet for UV glazed eyes, or small CFL pieces. I think that its a very dynamic part of your work.

Your work is definitely one of a kind, and regarded as both aesthetically pleasing and of the highest quality function, I just want to say thank you for giving us some insight on your work and Im sure the entire VRHS community thanks you keeping it so real. I know the community is excited as hell for the Muller show and for whats in store for the future of your art! You’re definitely appreciated!

VRHS: I just want to make nice work, nice glass that is sturdy, functions well and looks good.. There are so many boro colors out there, the possibilities are endless. I want to say thank you to my collectors, shops/gallery’s and fellow artists for all the love over the years.. I really appreciate you giving me the chance to speak on my work.. and all the kind words.

Voorhees was such a pleasure to talk to, and I know we are ecstatic to see what he brings to us in the future. At the top pictured is a very early head sculpt, HIB #0, an abstract owned by IG: jahfyahson, the first VRHS I saw in person owned by IG: gucciglob, the blue dream recycler “Doug” owned by IG: heady_bj, his new style “murini stack”, a blend of two new styles “Painted tech” and the new “MIB in a bottle”, some of his paintings, and my personally owned, Head in a Bag #2! Thank you again for all readers! Let us know who you would like to learn about next @glassleaks on Instagram!!

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