i bought myself one

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in my sophomore year of college this guy made these items which quickly became a craze across campus. i myself bought one of his sweaters, which says “GOOD AND DEAD” across the chest and “ARM PAIN” along the sleeves. he showed up at 11 pm on a bicycle to deliver the goods in the dead of winter, wearing a metal t-shirt tucked into khakis. his facebook screen name is an indecipherable series of symbols. i have no authentic way to credit him but i want to share his art with you.

UPDATE! i was able to identify the artist as daniel guinness. he gave me permission to keep these images up and to include his email address dguinness@mica.edu if you would like to buy one! please support his art :)

SECOND UPDATE! i have received word that dan is not currently making the sweaters! he was able to get a fulltime position somewhere, let’s all cheer him on!!!

some good morning Yugi sketch or whatever

Everyone Always Leaves

Fandom: Criminal Minds

Relationship: Spencer Reid x Reader

Summary: Spencer’s partner on and off the field, the love of his life, resigns from the BAU. She leaves him and all he gets is a note. Fast forward sim months. Maybe not everything is as it seems. 

Requested By: I cannot remember. I just saw the request in my Google Doc half finished. 

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You Belong To Me / Youngjae x Reader (SMUT)

Originally posted by santaembby


This is a continuation of my GOT7 Mafia AU reaction. Read it here!

According to the rules of the Mafia, the wife belonged to her husband. After repeatedly catching you in the company of guys who seemed to follow you wherever you went, Youngjae felt like he needed to remind you of this rule.

Pairing: Mafia AU!Youngjae x Reader

Warnings: smut + possessive and jealous youngjae

Words: 3.6k

Requests:

please do a continuation of the arranged marriage mafia w youngjae pls✨ 

A Youngjae mafia scenario pleaseee        

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SOMETHING CAME HOME WITH ME FROM THE SHOW, and it was not a russian rat snake :’)

She’s a captive bred yearling Tanimbar scrub python, produced by Andre Mondin, and I purchased her from Mike and Erika Renau! I actually just wanted to hold a scrub python, and they had three… they told me she is the most docile and let me hold her- she’s super flighty at first, but calmed down in a minute. I came back like 2 hours later to ask more about her and then bought her. I had a set up all ready at home to begin with for a snake I might (*coughs*) bring back from the show and aaaahahaha

So just to specify, this is Simalia Nauta/Morelia Nauta, which is a small locality (or is it technically a subspecies…) of amethistina, since I realized people might have thought I bought myself one of the giant scrub pythons. Simalia nauta maxes out at only 6~8 feet for females, very thin, but most of it is just long skinny tail and neck. While morelia amethistina is its ancestor, and is the giant snake that most people know scrub pythons as. Morelia Nauta is also known to be more docile and flighty, rather than defensive and bitey haha.

First Love (M)

Pairing: Namjoon x Reader
Genre: Smut, kinda fluffy

A/N: So…I think this is the last one of the short story series for Namjoon. I need to redo Jin’s and then do Jungkook and V. After that I hope you do a series, of what?…I don’t know yet. (I’m thinking at the moment.) Oh, sweet Namjoon.

P.S.: I’m going to miss sexy CEO Namjoon (cries)

Read the Previous Ones: First Class / First Day


I writhed as the vibrator was pushed against my pussy and switched on. My eyes closed involuntarily at the sensation as Namjoon moved it in slow circles. My soft moans joined the other only sound in the room, the vibrations of the dildo. My boss looked at me with nothing but adoration in his eyes as his gaze caressed my mocha skin. His brown eyes were so warm, “You like that, princess?” he asked, his voice dripping smooth like honey. “It feels good, sir.” He took my hands away from where they were gripping the bed sheets and wrapped my fingers around the vibrator, replacing his own. “Take over and go slowly. Enjoy yourself,” he instructed. I tried to mimic what he had been doing and negotiated the toy in slow circles so it touched every side of my walls.

The sensation was amazing, but much better when Namjoon did it. He was a very skilled master and I was merely an apprentice. We both enjoyed these training sessions immensely. “Remember to touch yourself, too. I love watching you touch yourself, Y/N.” One hand left the vibrator so it could move to my clit. I toyed with the bud, only a little self-conscious about what I was doing. Just a few weeks ago I couldn’t imagine doing this in front of anyone else. But when my billionaire boss told me to do something, I found it extremely difficult refusing him. I knew he liked watching me while I masturbated and I liked pleasing him. Plus, I had fun too. It was a win-win situation.

My back arched as I increased the intensity. I was heading firmly toward a nice orgasm and couldn’t wait to get there now. This was my first time using a vibrator and I’m sure it wouldn’t be the last. “Come for me, princess. Get yourself off for me.” The orgasm erupted down below. I immediately stopped what I was doing and let the rush of pleasure wash through me. Namjoon quickly intervened, pressing the dildo further into me and increasing the pressure. He fucked me with it, pushing the toy in and out of me until my body was nothing but nerve endings all crackling like lightning. “Namjoon,” I screamed repeatedly.

My body bucked and arced with the sensations it could not contain. My fingers once against gripped the sheets as I rode out the joy as it sung through me. His free hand covered my clit, flicking my tight bud to increase my ecstasy. He moved with the skill of a professional, completely trained in the art of pleasure. He finally decreased the pressure and let me come down from the high. I was gasping for breath and my heart rate was dangerously hastened. I couldn’t have done a better workout at the gym. I sat up against the oversized pillows.

There was a considerable bulge in Namjoon’s pants, one I would have liked to take care of. While I was completely naked, he was still fully dressed in his black suit and tie. “You are so fucking gorgeous,” he said, using his commanding tone. I loved it when he didn’t try to reign himself in, just said whatever was on his mind. Nobody else got to see him like this except me. I leaned on my elbows as I sat up higher, my head still giddy. “That was amazing. I never knew toys could be so much fun.”

“It’s only the beginning, baby girl. There are a lot more where this came from.” He stood from the bed and adjusted his tie. “I have a meeting to get to.” I shuffled over to the edge and cupped his cock over his pants. “Can’t I look after you now? It’s only fair.” He shook his head. “I’d love to, princess…but I have people waiting for me. And I’m already late, I’ll see you later.” I fell back on the bed and watched him leave. That ass was exquisite in pants but extraordinary naked. I pouted while he took one last appreciative look at me. He should have stayed so we could play all day. He was the CEO, certainly he could do what he liked? He could certainly do whatever he liked with me, since I was the Director of Office Satisfaction.

What I didn’t realize when I had signed up for the job was that the bedroom would be my office and it was his satisfaction I was the director of. It was the best job in the world. I lazed in bed and flicked on the television. I had at least a few hours to kill before Namjoon would be out of his meeting. After that, he could give me another instruction or I would be left alone for even longer. Eventually I took a shower and cleaned up. I washed the vibrator, hoping that was how it was supposed to be cleaned. Namjoon had a whole staff of cleaners but I don’t think cleaning our sex toys were in their job description.

I threw on some silky cream lingerie and returned to the bedroom. Just as I was about to pick up a book, my cell phone rang. It was Namjoon, “I’m watching you right now.” There was a camera in the bedroom, one that only he could access. I sat up and spread my legs, posing for him. “Do you like what you see?”

“That lace looks exquisite on you.”

“You could come up and take it off me.” Namjoon laughed and it sent a jolt of happiness into my belly. “Gladly, baby girl. If only I had the time. Pop your breast out.” Disappointment was quickly replaced with excitement as I pulled my breast out of the cups. “Squeeze them.” I started kneading my breast at the same time. My fingers tweaked my nipples, making the jolt of happiness spread into a fire pit, deep in my core. “Good, princess. Leave them out and start touching your pussy for me.” My hands slid down my stomach and delved into my lace panties. I made sure to face the camera so he had the best view in the room. My fingers slid into my pussy lips, moving back and forth. I was hot again in no time, ready for release and wishing Namjoon was there to take care of the act himself.

Surely if he had time to watch, he had time to fuck. “God,” he breathed the words into the phone. He was enjoying the show, the thought made me even hornier. “Turn around and get on your hands and knees. I want to see that magnificent ass of yours.” I did as I was told and positioned my ass in front of the camera. I wiggled it, smacking it a few times. Namjoon loved my curves, he could spend hours memorizing every part of me. He probably knew my backside better than I did. I loved it when he ran his tan hands over my mocha skin. He revered the difference in color as much as I did. “Pick up the dildo and put it inside you,” Namjoon ordered.

I stayed in the same position as I was with my ass in the air while I reached for the vibrator. I pulled aside my panties and worked it into my pussy. I was dripping wet, proof of how much he could seduce me with only his words. “Princess, I want to see you filled.” My legs had to spread a little further so I could get the thing right in my pussy. The toy wasn’t as big as Namjoon’s cock but it was still a considerably nice size. “That’s right. Move it about. I want that thing moving in and out of you like a piston.” He paused while I gave him a good show, making sure to moan with the ecstasy.

“Don’t slow down. Do I need to remind you about punishment options?”

“No, sir.” Punishment was fun. If he thought threatening me with a spanking was supposed to intimidate me, he was completely wrong. I longed for another spanking, anything to get him back in the room and closer to my body. “Good, good,” he cooed. The vibrator was doing a really good job of getting me pumped up. Between the toy and Namjoon’s commands, it was all I could do not to cry out like a cat in heat. All I could think of was how much I wanted to fuck. “Stand up,” Namjoon said suddenly. “I don’t think I can, sir.”

“I said stand up, Y/N.” There was no arguing with that tone of voice. I slowly stood up. The feeling of having a full pussy was delicious. I hoped Namjoon’s next order would be to finish myself off. “Put on a coat and come down to my office.”

“Like this?”

“Exactly like that, Y/N. Hurry up or I’m going to be very angry.” I clamored to get off the bed and out of view of the camera. I checked on the vibrator and pushed it in further, pulling my panties back in place underneath it. The dildo would probably stay in place as long as my legs were together. It wouldn’t just fall out along the way. I quickly found a coat and slid it on over my lingerie before heading toward the elevator. It was a little uncomfortable walking with the toy shoved so deep in my pussy. It made my core ache with need. Stepping out on Namjoon’s floor, I thought for sure every person I passed knew what I had lodged between my legs and what I was about to do with the boss.

It was probably paranoia but it also added to my level of arousal. I was the one fucking the boss. I got to see him naked and satisfied. He gave me more pleasure than any man had in my life before. If they knew about our arrangement, then I didn’t care. I was proud of myself for being the one who bought him to his knees. I stopped at Namjoon’s assistant’s desk. Her perky blond haired self-smiled. “You can go right in, Mr. Kim is expecting you.”

“Thank you,” I replied, flashing her a big grin. I didn’t bother knocking, just barged right into his office. My legs were about two seconds away from giving out on me. Thank goodness he hadn’t told me to turn on the vibrator, I wouldn’t have made it out of the elevator. The security guys would have loved watching that footage. Namjoon’s head snapped up, his face relaxing into a grin when he saw me. “Take off your coat. Did you follow my order?”

“Yes, sir.” I slid the coat off and slung it over the back of the lounge suite. My cream lingerie hugged my curves, contrasting beautifully with my dark skin. He stood and his erection was obvious. “Come here and show me.” I sidled over to behind his desk and spread my legs for inspection. Namjoon reached down and fondled my pussy until he encountered the plastic of the dildo. He moved it around, making me gasp from the pleasure. “Good work,” he said. “Now get down on your knees. I want to see those lips around my cock.” He snapped the elastic of my panties as he let go of me. It was almost as good as being spanked.

I crawled down to my knees and undid his pants. Pulling his trousers and then his boxers down to his knees, his glorious cock sprung free from its prison. I gripped it with both hands before placing the head in my mouth. He was already wet with pre-cum. I swirled the salty liquid around with my tongue, getting him nice and lubricated before having my way with him. With one hand, I cupped his balls. My fingers fondled them, mixing hard tugs with soft caressing. He seemed to respond equally to both. With my other hand, I ringed the base of the cock and applied some pressure. He was growing even harder, his member hot and throbbing with desire and lust for me.

My mouth took him in further as my lips slid down his length. I pushed on through the gag reflex, determined to take all of him. Namjoon was impressively hung so it was no easy feat to deep throat him. His hand tangled in my hair as he guided my head back and forth. He was gentle at first but quickly fastened the pace as he fucked my face. His cock was pushed right down the back of my throat as I continued to squeeze his balls. Namjoon liked it rough and this was a perfect example of the way he enjoyed things. My lips were forced along his shaft as he grew bigger and came closer to his release. I looked up at him through my lashes, seeing the impressive man watching me while I took his most intimate part in my mouth. His strong legs shook as he came dangerously close to coming in my mouth.

The vibrator buried in me was doing everything it could to make me equally as close to the brink. My clit just need a little flick and it would all be over. We could come together. He pulled out of me, holding my head back from his cock by my hair. My saliva made his cock shiny and wet as it pointed upwards. “When I come, I want to be inside you. Stand up, Y/N.” He let go of my hair so I could stand before him. He radiated power, despite his cock bobbing in the space between us. I desperately wanted to be holding it again, thrusting it inside me where the toy was currently occupying. “Bend over the desk.” His granite desk was cold but it was a relief for my heated skin.

Namjoon guided my legs so they were further apart before ripping off my panties. The delicate lace was no match for him. “You’re soaking. Do I turn you on, princess? Did I make you wet?”

“Yes, sir.” I whimpered as he slapped my bottom as the smack echoed in the quiet office. For the first time since I’d walked in, I noticed the windows. They were floor to ceiling with no coverings. “Can people see in?” I asked nervously. Having Namjoon watch me was one thing, but strangers? It was a whole other ball game, one I wasn’t sure was good or not. “Do you want people to watch, princess? Is that what turns you on?”

“I… I don’t know.” He smacked me again, the sharp sting making my pussy contract with anticipation. “Don’t know, what? Remember who you are speaking with, Y/N.”

“Sir. I don’t know, sir.” He smoothed the stinging area, caressing my skin gently before kissing the spot. The contrast of his soft lips from his hard palm was about to send me skittering over the edge. “They can’t see in,” he finally said. “It’s a one-way window. Are you disappointed?” I was surprised to find that I was. The thought of people watching Namjoon take command and do whatever he wanted to my body was exhilarating. I’d never been a voyeur before. “A little, sir.”

“You’re a dirty little slut, princess” he whispered in my ear. His breath sent a shiver down my spine. “You deserve to be fucked hard.” He pulled out my vibrator with one swift, unexpected move. I gasped at the sudden loss as the air conditioning hit my wetness. My whole body was covered in goosebumps. Namjoon rubbed my back, letting his hands wander underneath my camisole and glide over my skin. His touch warmed me quickly, setting my skin on fire with desire in stark contrast to the cold air. His hands moved down and cupped my ass cheeks. He squeezed my butt with an appreciative growl. “I love your ass, Y/N.” I tried to wiggle it for him but he was holding me down too tightly. “I love your ass, sir.” He let out a breathy laugh. “I’m glad to please you.”

He pulled my cheeks apart, slipping his hand down to my anus. He rubbed it, causing a whole new sensation to pulsate in my being. I’d never done anal before and I never thought I would. But with Namjoon’s skills, I’m sure I’d let him. If he said the word, I’d give it a try. “You like that, princess?”

“It’s nice, sir,” He was teasing me because he knew I was so horny I needed to come. But he was making sure it was on his terms, not mine. He was such a control freak and I loved it. His hands suddenly left me as I heard him move behind me. I couldn’t see what he was doing until he stepped around his desk and I could crane my neck upwards. Namjoon was holding his black tie between his hands, testing its tautness. “You look so hot spread over my desk, princess. I think I’m going to savor this. Hold your hands above your head.” My boobs pressed against the desk as I shifted to follow his order. My arms reached up and over the end of the table.

Namjoon pulled them together before binding my wrists with his tie. I couldn’t move. But I trusted Namjoon with whatever he planned so it didn’t concern me in the slightest. In fact, it had the opposite effect and sent a new round of fluttering in my stomach. I knew Namjoon would only deliver the utmost of pleasure to me. “Do you trust me?” He asked. “Of course I do, sir.”

“I’m going to blindfold you, too.” There was no question in his words, only a statement. I could use my safe word if I objected but why would I? If Namjoon wanted it this way, then I would let him do it. He wasn’t going to hurt me or do anything that wouldn’t bring us mutual pleasure. He pulled another tie from his drawer and then secured it around my head, covering my eyes. Everything went a shade of black as the lights went out for me. I couldn’t see a thing. His footsteps padded on the tiled floor as he returned to stand behind me. I wished I could see him so I could look into his eyes and try to decipher his plans. But that’s not what he wanted so I remained splayed across his desk. The same desk where he ruled his empire, he ruled my body. Fire blazed across my skin as he rubbed my ass cheeks. He reached lower and pushed my legs wider again. He had plenty of access to my pussy now, more than sufficient for anything he chose to do. He leaned over me, his body pressed against mine and enveloping me.

His mouth was right beside my ear as he whispered. “Do you want me to fuck you, Y/N?”

“Yes, please, sir,” I panted the reply. I could barely breath while I waited for the delicious sensations he was about to give me. His cock rested on my ass, cradled between my cheeks. I couldn’t wait to have it inside me. I’d waited all day for it. “Do you like being tied up, sexy?”

“Yes, sir.”

“I like seeing you bound and bent over for me. You’re all mine. Such a beautiful woman and you’re all mine.” Namjoon’s strong hands rubbed my back as he stood again, satisfied he had sufficiently turned me into a puddle of jelly. He moved so his cock rubbed along my clit. I almost cried out with how good it felt. All the nerves were extra sensitive, desperate to be touched and fondled by the man teasing me. Not being able to see anything made every touch even more titillating. Without my sense of sight, all my other senses were heightened. I could hear him breathing, feel everything against my skin, smell his sexy cologne, and taste the traces of his salty cock that were still on my lips.

I stuck out my ass, giving him greater room to move under me. He was enjoying rubbing himself against me, increasing his pace and making my clit throb with burning desire. Finally, finally his cock went inside. My pussy greedily swallowed him up, taking all of him until he was buried deep within my walls. Namjoon let out a breath like it was a relief to finally be where he belonged. He gripped my hips, one on each side, and held them firmly while he started thrusting. He took slow, measured strides as he pulled out of me and then slammed back in again. He was a thousand times better than any sex toy could be. “Princess, you’re so wet and tight. You feel amazing.” I was too busy biting my lip so I wouldn’t scream and moan with the lightning shooting through me.

My whole body was on fire and searing with lustful desire for the man behind me. I didn’t need to see him to know he was enjoying himself just as much as I was… it was in every move he made. He let go with one hand as he snaked it under me and between my legs. I shuddered when his fingers reached my clit and gave it a squeeze. He started stroking me, pressing hard and not relenting. I imagined his perky assistant on the other side of the door, all the other employees sitting at their desks just beyond the wall, the office workers in the surrounding buildings. They were all so close and yet completely oblivious to the wild sex we were having in the office. On the desk. Bound with the boss’s tie.

The image of me splayed across the granite with Namjoon standing rigid, slamming his cock in and out of me was too much to keep me together. The orgasm was fast and strong as my boss held me tight. The sensation of the cold desk, his thick cock, my blindfolded eyes, his fondling hands, my tied wrists, was too much. The pleasure tore through me like I was nothing more than a slip of paper. I squeezed my eyes tightly and bit on my lip as the fire took hold and reached right down to my curling toes. My arms couldn’t move as the rest of me shook and shuddered while trying to contain the extreme joy coursing through me. Namjoon gave a guttural moan as he came.

“Fuck, Y/N. You feel so fucking good.” I was too lost in my own reveling to respond but I knew exactly what he meant. Sex had never been this good before, my body didn’t know how to deal with so much pleasure. It could only let the feeling infiltrate every nerve, muscle, and vein. We soared together while riding out the heart-pounding orgasm. My breaths came in small, sharp bursts while the fire spread through all my limbs. Everything tingled but it was my pussy that was throbbing. My clit was completely ablaze as it was held tightly in place by Namjoon’s generous hand.

We remained in the altered state for a long time until all the aftershocks wore off. It seemed like they would never end and we would stay connected forever. I wouldn’t have complained. I was spent, completely and utterly exhausted from taking the hard pounding. Namjoon pulled out of me and I heard him adjusting his clothing as the fabric rustled. He zipped his pants up before the belt buckle clanked into place. His warm hands were back on me, pulling me up and helping me to stand. It was disorientating without being able to see anything or move my hands.

It was a new experience and I hoped it wouldn’t be the last time. Namjoon once told me he wanted to tie me up in every which way he could imagine. I hoped he would come good on his promise. He pulled the blindfold off me, gently untying it and smoothing my hair away from my face. I could finally look into his eyes and see the joy there. They were alive with happiness. “Did you like that, baby girl?” I couldn’t help the smile as it quirked my lips upwards. “It was amazing.” He placed a soft kiss on my lips, pulling me against him. My ears hadn’t been lying, he was completely dressed.

Meanwhile, I was standing there in nothing but a camisole. “You’re amazing,” he said, holding my head in both of his hands. Our skin may have been completely different colors but that didn’t mean we weren’t supposed to be together. We were a beautiful contrast. I wanted to hold him like he was holding me but it wasn’t possible with my bound wrists. Instead, I let Namjoon shower me with kisses as he trailed them across my neck and face. I soaked up every one of them. He pulled me closer and picked me up, carrying me over to the plush lounge suite like I was as light as a feather. We sank into the deep cushions as he cradled me on his lap.

“There’s something I want to ask you, Y/N,” he said seriously. I still had too many relaxing endorphins floating around me to stress about what his question could be. I nuzzled against him, closer to falling asleep than I should have been. I mumbled “hmmm” so he would know I was listening. “I know we agreed that this is a professional relationship but I want to renegotiate our terms,” he continued. My brain snapped to attention. He wanted to change what we had? Did I do something wrong? Was he bored with me already? I thought he was happy with my performance and dedication.

I’d done everything he’d asked of me. I know I was happy, I didn’t want anything to change. I sat upright to give him my full attention. “What do you want to renegotiate?”

“I don’t want this to be professional anymore.” I almost laughed because there was nothing really professional about our situation anyway. My breath hitched in my throat as I answered. “What do you want it to be then? If not professional…?” Namjoon’s gaze was intense as it skimmed over my skin, finally settling back on my eyes. He looked into my brown eyes like he could see right through me.

“I want you to be mine. Both in and out of the office. I want to take you to my social engagements, I want you to meet my family, and I want you to stay in my home. I want you to be my girlfriend, Y/N.” My heart skipped several beats as it hammered against my ribcage. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. There were no reports of Namjoon ever having a girlfriend before. He had models he hung on his arms but never anything permanent or serious. He was choosing me. “Are you sure?” I asked. I needed to be sure. This heart wasn’t given away freely and I had to be careful who I allowed to steal it. Namjoon laughed, his whole body shaking with the effort. “Of course I’m sure. I’ve never wanted anything more than I’ve wanted this. I’ve known it since I saw you in the airport in Los Angles. Say yes, princess.”

I remembered that moment when our eyes had locked across the terminal. Something had drawn me to him, something inexplicable. He had obviously felt it too as we had been inseparable ever since. I cuddled against him. “Yes, I’d like that.” He pulled me closer and cradled my head in his hand. “Good. I can’t wait to show you everything in my world. It’s all yours now, too.” It was never about the money with Namjoon. At the airport and in the plane I had no idea who he was and just how much wealth he had.

It was always about the man and nothing else. I could only imagine what his world was like. No doubt it was very different from my upbringing back home. I wanted to know everything about him so I would enter his world and soak it all in. While holding me tightly, Namjoon used his free hand to undo my wrists. He snaked his silk tie from around my hands and threw it on the floor before rubbing the skin to get the circulation freely flowing again. It was such a gentle gesture that was in complete contrast to how hard we had just had sex. I got the feeling there were many layers of Namjoon and I couldn’t wait to peel them back until I knew every single one of them.

1 year ago today Avi picked me for Misbehavin and I’m still crying about it. I don’t know what my favorite part of this video is. Me screaming in Avi’s face, the fact that he doesn’t seem to mind that I’m screaming in his face or how he says “Oh this is going to be tough” and then literally walks right up to me without looking at anybody else