#also love that skull tattoo - wide smile :))

[matty-bear]

hey! i love your fanfics. crazy idea, but what if Nick finally gets his lesbian tattoo artist bestie that he's been longing for?! a cross of the two perspectives. Also, crazy thought, what if the Lesbian has only come out to Nick and not the rest of the group, so Matt keeps trying to win her over, but Chris is sure she's got her mind set on him... OMG i would melt if you wrote this!!! (can it be from Nick and y/n perspective? if you think that'll work that would be amazing!!) love ya xx

0I, New Tattooist, New Romantic Tension 

type: request !

pairing: idk ! LOL (nothing romantic is gonna happen srry guys 💔)

warnings: SFW, fluff

summary: in desperate need for another tattoo, nick texts mez and asks for an appointment. unfortunately for him, she’s not gonna be available for quite a while. to save the boy's despair and cure his needs, mez suggests nick to go to you. it took a bit of convincing, but the oldest triplet ends up in the shop with you. who knew that the blooming friendship between the two of you would cause some issues regarding nick’s younger brothers to form ?  

notes: idk why finishing this took so long 😓 u guys don’t wanna know when i started writing this 😭 anywho hope u guys enjoy the first part of this ! not sure if it will be a mini series but i def know that i won’t be able to satisfy anon’s request in a single post :3 we need plot guys 💔 hope anon doesn’t mind that their request is gonna turn into a multi part fic 😭

WC: 5.6K

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“Guys~” Nick lets out a loud whine as he plops down on the sofa. He allows his head to fall back and rest on the back cushion, his eyes shutting momentarily as he shifts a little to get more comfortable. From the kitchen, both Matt and Chris stare at the brunette blankley. The two boys exchange eye contact for a moment before one of them speaks up. 

“You got boy trouble or something?” Chris asks as he turns on his heels and approaches the cupboard. At the boy’s question, Nick abruptly lifts his head and narrows his eyes at the younger boy. 

“Oh, please. I’m not a teenage girl, Chris. I don’t have ‘boy trouble.” Nick mumbles under his breath, his eyes rolling. 

“Then why are you huffing and puffing?” Matt chimes in, his light footsteps barely sounding through the house as he enters the living room. As the boy takes a seat on the opposite sofa from the one Nick is sitting at, the latter sighs again, this time raising a hand to run it over his face. 

“I need to get another tattoo.” The brunette huffs out. “It’s genuinely bringing me pain like I need to get one or I might drop dead.” 

Chris goes to open his mouth to comment on his brother’s statement, however is quickly cut off by the boy speaking again. “Is this what getting addicted feels like? Is getting tattoos my drug?” 

Matt lets out a breathy laugh as he raises the can of soda up to his lips. He takes a quick sip before he replies, “I’d like to think so.” 

“Why don’t you text Mez and ask if she can come over? You have her number for a reason.” Chris suggests as he sets a small skull-shaped glass on their marble countertop. As the boy pops open his can of pepsi with a loud hiss, Nick forces his lips together in thought. Matt silently watches with an unamused expression as the older takes his pointer finger and lightly taps it on his chin. 

“You know what, I think I will.” Nick declares, a wide, child-like smile spreading across his lips as he digs in his pocket for his phone. As the boy busies himself with searching for Mez’s contact, Chris mumbles a small ‘you’re welcome’ under his breath as he picks up his now full glass of pepsi and heads towards the living room. He cautiously takes a seat near Matt, being careful not to spill any of his previous beverage as he sits down. 

“Okay, what’s a good greeting message?” Nick asks, both of his thumbs twilling around his keyboard. Matt raises his head to allow his gaze to shift from his phone to the brunette across from him. 

“Are you serious?” The boy asks, his voice monotone. 

“What?” 

Matt takes a moment to pinch the bridge of his nose, trying to collect the remaining bits of his sanity and brain cells before he replies, “You don’t need a greeting message Nick. Just text her that you want a tat and ask when she’s available.” 

“Alright, alright. My God, no need to be so aggressive.”

“I’m not- Never mind.” Chris snickers under his breath as Matt leans back against the sofa, completely done with the current conversation. Nick flashes the boy an innocent, tight lipped smile before averting his focus back to the device in his hand. After taking a moment to allow the dials in his brain to turn, he finally begins to type out a text. 

After hearting the female’s message, Nick lets out yet another loud whine. The sudden noise causes Matt and Chris to divert their focus from their devices to look over at him. 

“Is she not available or something?” Chris asks, a single eyebrow raising as he eyes his brothers ‘distressed’ state. 

“No. She’s checking her availability right now.” Nick replies, a loud, dramatic sigh escaping his slightly glossed lips as he allows his phone to slip out of his hand and fall to the cushion with a soft thump.

“Well, you seem like you’re going through it right now so-“ 

“I am.” Matt narrows his eyes at Nick as the boy cuts him off. The brunette takes a deep breath to collect himself before he continues, “You seem to be going through it so I suggest that you go eat something. You know, to calm down your nerves and get your mind off you innerly dying.” 

“I have a feeling that I should be offended by that but I'm gonna do what you suggested anyways.” 

“I didn’t have any negative or hurtful intentions behind what I said but whatever helps you sleep at night, kid.” Nick gets up off the sofa with a soft huff, his eyes darting to his two brothers who have both returned to busing themselves on their separate devices.

The boy huffs softly and makes his way to the kitchen, the hollow sound of his platform shoes thumping against the wooden floorboards filing the house. 

Upon arriving at the kitchen, the brunette swiftly opens both doors of the fridge. The moment he goes to scan the contents inside, the feeling of his phone vibrating in his pants pocket causes him to halt his actions.

Without hesitation, the boy whips his phone out, the sight of Mez texting him back sending an excited spark down his spine. With a rather large smile, the boy unlocks his phone and opens up his chat with the mentioned female. 

It didn't take Mez very long for her to send Nick the tattooist’s Instagram. The brunette eyes the @ in the chat for a moment before sighing softly and copying it to his board. The boy didn’t know why he was so anxious about this whole situation. Mez wouldn’t try to set him up with another tattooist who’d do him dirty, right? 

right? 

Before Nick allows his thoughts to spiral, he quickly opens up Instagram and clicks on the magnifying glass at the bottom of his screen. In a few taps, the boy pastes the @ in the search bar and taps on the first account that pops up. Immediately, the brunette is greeted by your profile. The boy subconsciously hums faintly as he begins to scroll through the profile, his eyes scanning the countless numbers of posts illustrating the work you’ve done. 

It didn’t take long for the boy to be super impressed by the numerous tattoos you’ve done and the amazing quality each of them have. It seemed to him like some of your best works were simple lined tats with no color, which for him is a perfect fit for what he’s looking for.

While your colored works are wonderfully done, he wasn’t looking for media like that at the moment. The moment the brunette saw an Edward Scissorhands tattoo that you had made for a client about a week back, he immediately knew you were the one. 

With no further hesitation, the boy scrolls all the way back to the top of your profile. He taps on your bookings highlight and allows his eyes to scan the quick and simple information found there for a moment. Surprisingly to him, you have a lot of open spots. Who knew such a talented tattooist like you would have so many openings? 

Closing out of the highlight, his eyes immediately lock on the number in your bio. Unbeknownst to Nick, the boy began to grow a small, excited smile on his lips as he held his thumb over the number. When it highlights with a light blue color, he removes his finger and swipes out of Instagram.

He quickly opens up his messages app and the moment he goes to open up a new chat, a loud and sharp ringing sound pierces his ears. The boy immediately flinches at the sound, both of his hands shooting up to cover his ears in hopes of muffling the ringing. 

“Nick, shut the fucking fridge! What the hell are you doing?” Matt exclaims, his voice carrying a sense of irritation as he looks over at the older boy standing in front of the refrigerator.

Nick’s mouth shapes into a small oval as he raises his head and locks his eyes on the inside of the fridge. After allowing himself to come back to reality, he takes a few steps back in order to softly shut the fridge’s doors. 

“My bad. Wasn’t paying attention.” Nick apologizes, his free hand raising to rub his nape out of slight embarrassment. 

“You’re fine. You were letting all the cold air out. I was starting to feel it from way over here.” Matt reassures the male, the tone of his voice much softer than it was moments ago. 

“Dramatic ass.” Nick mumbles, his eyes narrowing as he shoots a quick glare at the younger boy. Matt simply shrugs at the brunette’s statement, deciding not to add to the conversation at hand as he brings his phone up to his face again.

Nick can’t help but sigh at the male, his eyes rolling as he turns on his heels to walk to the dining table. Instead of pulling out a chair and seating himself down, the boy stands behind the dark wooded furniture. 

When his chest hits the back of the chair, he subconsciously allows his left arm to drape over it, his right elbow resting on the back and bending upwards as he holds his phone up to his face. It takes a moment for the boy to remember what he was originally doing, considering how the fridge so rudely interrupted his train of thought. However when he opens his messages and sees the new chat holding your phone number at the top, everything comes back to him. 

Without a second thought, the boy allows his thumbs to type a message. After briefly scanning over what he wrote, he sends it with a confident tap. 

“WHOOP! WE GOT AN APPOINTMENT!” Nick exclaims happily, both of his hands shooting up in the air in pure joy. 

“With Mez?” Chris asks as he quickly reaches for the remote next to him. He quickly pauses the show that’s faintly playing on the television and turns his body slightly to give the older male his full attention. 

“No.” Nick’s arms shoot down and plop down on both of his slides with a loud slap. A small frown can be seen creeping onto his plush lips as he paddles out of the kitchen and back into the living room. He plops down on the same seat he sat in moments prior before Chris decides to continue the conversation. 

“With who then?” Both Matt and Chris knew that Nick was, as said previously, ‘attached’ to Mez. The brunette has stated multiple times in vlogs that he won’t allow anyone but Mez to tat him. You know, ‘until she gets sick of Matt going on random tangents about Wingstop’s spice scale.’ 

“She sent me another girl's instagram since she doesn’t have any available for a whole month. She does pretty good work, actually. Like I'm very impressed.” Nick replied, his lips slightly shaping into a pout as he faintly nods. 

“Wait, I wanna see.” In an instant, both Matt and Chris scramble off the sofa and seat themselves down on either side of the older brunette. With an encouraging nudge to the side from Chirs, Nick narrows his eyes at the boy and adverts his focus back to the device in his hand.

The boy has to swipe his screen a few times before your profile on instagram pops up again. When he goes to open his mouth to make a quick comment about your work, Matt snatches the device from his palm.

In response, Nick’s jaw drops and he slowly turns his head to look over at the younger boy who’s now focusing on scrolling through your account. The boy radiated major ‘old person energy’ in accordance to Nick due to him holding the device very far to his face, his eyes squinting slightly as his eyes scan the screen. 

“Now why would you think that snatching my phone from me is a good idea? You stupid fuck.” Nick asks, irritation laced in his tone as he seemingly stares bullets at the boy next to him.

At the sight of the latter waving him off and paying no attention to him, the brunette huffs heavily and turns his head to look over at Chris, who has an unreadable expression on his face. When the boy realizes the older is looking at him, his eyes shift over to him. 

“You’re just gonna let him do that?” Chris asks, a single eyebrow rising slightly. Nick simply shrugs in utter defeat, not knowing what to do. When he goes to reply, the sound of Matt speaking up catches his attention. 

“Holy fuck, look at his Eeyore.” The brunette gushes, his eyes widening and shining out of astonishment as he turns the device in his hand over so it faces his two brothers. Immediately, the latter two examine the detailed Eeyore tattoo done on someone’s calf. 

“Holy shit, it looks like she took it right out of the cartoon. That’s literally unreal.” Chris states, his jaw slacking in utter shock. 

“I’m telling you she’s really fucking good.” Nick says as he crosses his arms over his chest. 

“So when’s the appointment?” Chris asks as he reaches to grab the phone from Matt. 

“This friday.”

“You know you need to upload and possibly edit that day right?” Matt questions the older boy with a single raised eyebrow.

“I know, Matt.” Nick replies sassily, side-eying the younger boy before looking over at his phone which is still in Chris’ grasp. “We’ll film the car video tonight and I'll spend all day editing tomorrow so I don't have to worry about it on Friday. I got it all under control, promise.” 

“Alright… But if the fans start having another freak out because your ass didn’t upload on time, don’t come crying to me because you planned shit terribly.” 

“Matt. I got it.” At the sight of the intense glare that Nick is sending him, Matt raises both his arms up in the air in defense. When the boy allows his arm to fall to his lap, Nick huffs softly, a faint thinking expression painting his features for a moment. “Can we go pick something up?” 

Matt’s eyebrows furrow in slight confusion at the sight of the older sending him a blank expression. “Like… to eat?” 

Nick can’t help but roll his eyes at his brother’s stupidness. With his pointer finger and thumb pinching the bridge of his nose, he replies, “No to own. I’ve decided we’re getting a dog today.” Before Matt (and chris’) stunned expressions turn into one of excitement, the brunette continues, “Of course, something to eat! I’m fucking starving.” 

Matt’s expression falls and shapes into one of disappointment before he sluggishly stands up. “Let’s go then.” The brunette mutters with a heavy sigh. 

Immediately, a wide smile appears on Nick’s lips as he hurriedly grabs his phone back from Chris and also stands up. Matt goes to open his mouth to ask the brunette where he wants to eat, however stops himself when the boy seemingly bolts downstairs and to the garage. As Nick’s rapid footsteps fade, Matt turns to Chris with an unamused expression. When the boy points at the staircase, which the older took moments before, Chris simply shrugs and gets up from his seat. 

“I’m kinda hungry too.” The brunette mumbles, his speech getting cut short as a yawn rips through him. Matt allows the younger to stretch out his sore limbs before he pushes his head and walks to the staircase. “Ow, mother fucker!” 

_____

After two days of conversing with you and making a few adjustments to the tattoos Nick wants, the boy finally finds himself in the car on the way to the tattoo shop. Matt is (obviously) driving the boy to the said shop and Chris has joined the two in his designated passenger seat.

The brunette told the two that he would ‘feel lonely all by himself’ so Nick reluctantly agreed to him joining. Now, the three boys are sitting in comfortable silence in the car, the faint beats of Melanie Martinez, Mac Miller, and Lil Skies all playing through the speakers. 

“When you said that you were going to get the tattoos done in the shop, I was a little surprised.” Matt speaks up, his soft voice cutting through the silence. 

Nick lifts his head up from his phone and looks up at the rear view mirror to momentarily lock eyes with the younger boy. “Really?” 

Matt shrugs his shoulders and focuses on the road ahead of him before adding, “I mean you always get your tats done at home. I’ve never seen you go to get one done at a tattoo shop.” 

Nick hums softly, his lips forcing together into a straight line for a few seconds. “Well, I've never gotten a tattoo done by y/n before and letting her in my house without properly getting to know her would be a little…” 

“It wouldn’t set right with you?” Chris asks, finishing the boy's sentence for him. 

“Yeah.” Nick nods his head in agreement before continuing, “Besides, y/n said that she's more comfortable in the shop and I would never want to make her uncomfortable.” 

“I love how considerate you are of other people, Nick.” At the sight of Chris turning in his seat to look back at him, Nick sends the younger a weary look and shuffles in his seat a little. 

“Thanks…” Nick mumbles, not really knowing how to respond to his brother’s sudden compliment. Chris sends the male a soft smile before turning forwards in his seat again. 

Comfortable silence fills the car once more as the three boys focus on their separate tasks. After a few minutes, the GPA displayed on the center console alerts Matt that they’ve arrived at the tattoo shop. The boy takes a quick glance at the illuminated screen before looking ahead of him and taking in his surroundings. When his eyes land on the shop, he nods faintly to himself and finds an empty spot to park in on the side of the street. 

“Do you want us to come with you Nick or no?” Matt asks as he pulls the gear shift down to park. 

The mentioned male quickly picks his head up, snapping out of the slight gaze he was in, before he looks through the windshield. “Uhh…” Nick trails off as he eyes the tattoo shop a few feet away. “I can go in by myself, it’s fine. You guys can go somewhere or something if you want.” 

“We can wait here for you.” Chris ensures the brunette as he turns back to look at him. 

“Alright. I’ll go in then I guess.” Nick mumbles softly as he reaches for the door handle. With a soft tug down, the door begins to slide open, allowing the boy to slip out of the car. 

“Have fun!” Matt exclaims with a small smile. Nick simply waves his hand in response and pushes the button on the door handle to shut it. After hearing the faint click, the brunette turns on his heels and begins walking towards the tattoo shop.

A sudden wave of anxiety washes over him and the boy finds himself biting down on his lip subconsciously as he walks down the pavement. Getting a new tattoo isn’t new for him so why is he so nervous? 

Upon stepping in front of the shop door, the brunette seemingly has a small stare down with the black, metal door handle. 

Don’t be a pussy, Nick. Just go in already. You're literally embarrassing yourself. 

With a heavy intake of air, Nick finally grabs onto the handle and pulls the door open. Immediately, the sound of the bell ringing above his head rings in his ears as a small greeting. The boy can’t help but wince slightly at the loud sound as he steps inside the shop. As the door shuts behind him with a soft click, the brunette takes a few moments to take in the new and unfamiliar surroundings. 

The interior was decently dark and decently large to say the least. Despite only being able to see the entrance of the shop, the male carefully examines all the furniture and decorations. Most of the furniture was black apart from the off- white tiled ceiling, framed movie posters which decorated the majority of the walls, and the occasional plants tucked in the corners or the front desk. 

Speaking of which, the moment Nick walked into the shop, a dark haired male twirled around in his spinning chair. He was sitting a little ways away from the front and after sitting up a little, his eyes landed on Nick. The male allows his eyes to study the brunette for a moment before he rolls closer to the desk. Upon reaching the dark furniture, he props his feet up on another chair nearby. 

“Newcomer?” The male asks, his slight raspy voice ripping through the silence in the shop. 

At the sudden voice, Nick flinches slightly and quickly whips his head around. At the sight of the male staring right at him, his brain struggles to search for a simple response. The male ahead of him can’t help but chuckle at the brunette ahead of him and reluctantly slips off the chair he’s perched on.

In a few steps, he stands directly behind the desk and bends his upper half to lean over the furniture. The male proceeds to drum his polished nails on the wooden surface, waiting for Nick to reply to his question. 

After a few moments, which seemed like an eternity for Nick, he finally opens his mouth. “Yeah.” He manages to get out. 

The male in front of him slightly nods his head and reaches over to the clipboard next to him. “You have an appointment?” He asks as his free hand begins to dig in a drawer nearby. 

“Yeah, I do. It’s with y/n.” 

The male yet again nods his head, this time with a soft chuckle. As the male retreats his hand from the drawer, a ballpoint pen now in his hand, he begins to flip through the pages in the clipboard. “That girl has been getting new bookings left and right. It’s fucking insane.” 

“Well, she is pretty talented.” 

“Oh, definitely. Gotta say she’s the most talented person in the shop.” Nick nods his head in agreement and finally begins to walk towards the large front desk. He silently watches as the boy in front of him scans the countless number of sheets in front of him, his pierced eyebrows furrowing slightly in concentration.

After a moment, the boy mumbles a small “ah” and taps the tip of the pen on the paper. He swiftly lifts his head and locks eyes with the brunette in front of him before saying, “Name please.” 

“Nick.” The boy instantly replies. 

“Alright, Nick. I’m gonna have you sign a few papers before I bring you to y/n’s space. Is that alright with you?”  

“Yeah, of course.” 

“Perfect…” The male mumbles softly. He turns on his heels to grab a small packet of papers behind him. When he turns back around, he sets the pack as well as a pen on the table and slides it towards Nick. “Here you go. Sit wherever you’d like and give me the papers back when you’re done.” 

“Will do.” The male gives Nick a small nod as he grabs the stack. As the brunette walks to the waiting room, the boy plops back down on his spinning chair, a soft sigh escaping his lips. The male begins to busy himself by pulling out a miniature sketchbook from the front desk and doodling small designs on the empty pages as Nick gets busy filling out the documents. 

_____

“I filled everything out.” Nick’s sudden statement startles the tattooist behind the front desk and snaps him out of his slight daze. The male quickly gets up from his seat and walks up to the boy with a small smile. After setting his sketchbook down, he sets an open palm out in front of him, gesturing Nick to set the pack in his hand, which he does. 

“That didn’t take very long.” The male comments as he begins to scan through the packet. “You sure you filled everything out?” He teases. 

Nick can’t help but squint his eyes at the boy before replying, “I’ve filled them out before so it really wasn’t that difficult to finish.”

“Have you now?” 

“Yeah. I’ve gotten tattoos done before.” 

“Really?” Silence fills the shop for a moment as Nick stares down at the male in front of him. After recollecting his thoughts and holding himself back from saying anything smart, he replies, “Yeah, I have a whole sleeve done and some of my leg.” 

The male hums softly, finally lifting his head from the packet to lock eyes with Nick. “Proof or you’re lying.” 

A heavy sigh escapes Nick's lips and he pushes down the strong urge to call you and get him out of this annoying predicament. What’s this dude's deal? After receiving a single eyebrow raise from the male in front of him, the brunette reluctantly rolls up the sleeve of his black zip-up. He turns his arm slightly to allow the male to get a quick look at the designs littering his skin before he rolls his sleeve back down with a faint huff.   

“Hmm. Nice.” Nick rolls his eyes yet again at the bland reaction he gets. As he crosses his arms over his chest, the male before him chuckles slightly and stashes the packet of papers in a vanilla folder nearby. “Shall I get you to y/n?” 

“Please.” After gesturing Nick to follow him with a single wave of the hand, the male slips out from behind the desk and begins to walk to the hall a few steps away. As he begins to walk off, Nick quickly chases after him. As he trails close behind him, he can’t help but allow his eyes to trail down both of his arms, which are filled with numerous tattoo designs. 

From what the brunette could see, there was not a single empty space of the male's skin, even his elbows held intricate designs. Before his gaze wanders further down, the male stops abruptly in front of a door. Nick, not paying attention to anything around him, bumps into the boy a little harshly, a soft ‘fuck’ escaping his lips as he stumbles back. 

“My bad.” Nick mumbles out a quick apology as he rubs his nape, the apples of his cheeks taking on a soft red hue. 

“You’re all good. Just be more careful when you’re staring at people.” The tatted male replies. The boy doesn’t allow Nick to defend himself before he knocks on the door they stopped at. “y/n! Nick’s here!” 

“Come in!” You shout out, your voice sounding muffled due to you being on the other side of the door. 

“You heard the woman.” The black haired male states. He sets a hand on Nick’s shoulder and squeezes the male's clothed skin before adding, “Have fun, kid.” And with that, he retreats back to the front. 

Nick stands in front of your door, his jaw slightly dropped in shock as his brain tries to comprehend what just happened. When your worried voice calls out to him, the brunette snaps out of his daze and quickly opens the door in front of him. Nick slowly pushes open the dark surface and peeks his head inside the room. 

“Nick!” You exclaim excitedly, a wide smile visible on your lips. “Come in, come in!” 

Nick quickly slips inside the room and shuts the door behind him, a small smile of his own decorations his features as he locks eyes with you. “Hey y/n! Great to finally meet you in person.” 

“Same here! Gotta say right off the bat, I absolutely LOVE the Edward Scissorhands tee.” At your compliment, Nick looks down at the graphic tee covering his torso, his smile widening ever so slightly. 

“Thanks!” The male beams. Nick takes a quick moment to examine your space, the room giving off a completely different vibe in comparison to the shop. The first thing the male took note of was the color of the walls. They were a soft pastel pink, which seemed to be the perfect shade considering how your chosen decor complimented the color perfectly. 

Speaking of decorations, the brunette could make out a few Sony Angles and other small figures set on shelves attached to the walls and on the main desk, as well as a few posters of presumably your favorite artists and shows. When his eyes locked on the Cry Baby and Portals posters, Nick couldn’t hold back the gasp that escaped his lips. 

“You like Melanie?” The male asks, his jaw dropping in pure shock. 

“I love her! I attended her LA show The Trilogy Tour as well the K-12 Tour!” You reply with a wide smile.

“NO FUCKING WAY!” A small giggle escapes your lips when you watch as Nick’s jaw drops. 

“Yes fucking way.” 

“Bro…” A soft laugh escapes you when Nick rubs his face with his hands, a loud groan sounding from him moments later. 

“I fucking love Melanie. I have yet to see her live and it’s KILLING ME.” 

“Well…” You start as you roll towards your desk and pull out the main drawer. “When she goes on tour again, we can both go.” 

Nick’s hands slap down to his sides with a loud slap. “Don’t fuck with me…” The brunette states, his eyes narrowing as he sends a small warning glare in your direction. 

“I’m not!” You defend with a small laugh. Nick’s expression quickly shifts into one of excitement as you slip a small folder out of your drawer. “Now, I promise we’ll go back to talking about Mel but I think we should start getting you tatted.” 

“Oh, yeah! Where should I sit?” 

“In the recliner chair please. Also, do you mind rolling up your pant leg for me?” 

“Of course!” Without a word more, Nick scurries over to the wrapped recliner and seats himself down on it. After swinging both his legs over so he’s laying down fully, he sits up and reaches down to his leg. As he begins to roll up his pant leg, you roll over to him, vanilla folder in hand. 

“So.” You state as you set the folder on your lap. “You excited?” 

“Very.” Nick replies with a bright smile. You can’t help but smile softly at the brunette as you reach over to the nearby rolling tray holding all your needed supplies and pull it over. Before you go to grab the pair of black gloves, you freeze in your spot and furrow your eyebrows. Noticing the sudden change in your demeanor, Nick turns his head to face you, a worried expression instantly painting his features. “What’s wrong?” 

“There’s no music playing.” You mumble, a soft sigh escaping you as you sit up. Nick can’t help but chuckle at how upset you became over something so small. “Was it always this quiet?” 

“Yeah.” When the brunette softly nods his head, a frustrated groan escapes you. 

“Mike must have turned it off again. I swear to God, that dude drives me to the brink of insanity sometimes.” You begin to ramble under your breath as you walk towards the door. 

“Mike?” Nick asks, his head tilting to the side as he grows confused. 

“The dude at the front desk. He’s also the one that walked you here.” When Nick’s mouth shapes into a small oval and he nods his head in understanding, you reach for the doorknob and twist it to open the door. “I’ll be right back, hold on.” When you slip out of the room and shut the door behind you, Nick finds himself examining your room again.

He begins to hum a random tune under his breath and subconsciously bops his head along to it as he gets more comfortable on the recliner. After a few moments, the door opens and reveals you. When you step inside the room, you flash Nick a small smile and make your way over to him again. 

“Sorry about that. I needed to get the speaker since I let Jen use it for her last session. You don’t mind if I play some music right?” You ask as you set the miniature bluetooth speaker on the counter behind you. 

“I don’t mind it at all. I actually prefer listening to music while getting tattoos done. Helps calm me.” Nick replies with a smile. 

“Okay, perfect.” Whipping your phone out of your cargo pants, you immediately open up Spotify. After scrolling through your playlists, you finally settle on your go to one and push play.

As Red Wine Supernova By Chappell Roan plays on the speaker, you put your phone away and finally reach for the black rubber gloves on your tray. “So, before we start, I am going to prep your skin for the stencils. When that is finished, I’ll set the stencils on the area we discussed over text and move it if needed. And then, we can start. Sounds good?” 

“Sounds perfect.” Nick confirms with a firm nod of his head. 

“Alright, let’s get started then!” 

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[thesith]

Can I request a Hunter x fem!reader where the Batch are undercover a criminal party for a mission and he asks her for a dance and they tear up the dance floor with their moves and undeniable chemistry? (Can be spicy or SFW, your choice)

If you need music to set the mood for the party, I got you:

— Dancing with a Stranger

hunter x f!reader

this is a requested one shot (1k)

warnings: 18+, sexual topics & implication of sex, alcohol usage

notes: neither hunter or reader are drunk/intoxicated - neither have finished their first drinks.

summary: hunter sees reader from across the room while he (and tech) are undercover at a pirate party for intel.

A/N: thank you so much for the request, @kombatkid ! this is my first request for tbb & i hope i did it justice. also, i’ve wanted to write a fic like this for so long - thank you for giving me reason to xd <3

requests are open!

“Hunter,” Tech started, eyeing the girl across the room, “If you do not initiate a conversation with her, I will.”

Hunter looked at his brother, wide-eyed, “What has gotten into you, Tech?” When the mentioned didn’t offer an answer, Hunter continued, “We have a mission - best we stick to it.”

“What better way to gather intel than from the source?” Tech’s eyes wandered to the girl clad in a dark red dress, hugging her form in all the right places. “It is not a bad thing to ‘let go’ once in a while. I am sure Echo would agree with me if he were here.”

Hunter’s mind wandered to his brothers stuck on the Marauder, wishing he didn’t have one of the less attention grabbing appearances in the group - face tattoo and all. The tattoo did help him fit in with the pirates surrounding him, though. At the change of the song, Hunter was brought back to reality - back to you.

“Am I allowed to say no?” Hunter rhetorically asked, already knowing what Tech’s answer would be. Before his brother could even reply, a sigh left Hunter’s lips, “If you record this, you’re on cleaning duty.”

“I wouldn’t dream of it!” Tech spoke, a mischievous glint in his eye. Once Hunter was far enough away from him, Tech started the recording for his brothers. Force, they were going to love this.

You leaned on a high table and observed the scene around you - loud music, dancing people, drinks. God, the drinks were incredible - they were the only reason you were there to begin with. Partying with people like you was definitely not your idea of fun, but people watching was. You took a sip of your drink, hardly having touched it. Your crew seemed to be having the time of their lives on the dance floor, leaving you by yourself. That was how all of these outings went - they coerce you that “it will be fun!” and “you’ll have a great time!”, but these parties have yet to live up to either expectation.

You were disturbed from your thoughts when a man with a half-skull tattooed on his face walked up to you - he looked to be having as much fun as you were. He stood beside you, holding a drink of his own and sipping from it. You’d be the first to admit he’s attractive - more attractive than anybody else in the crowded room. You turned to face him fully, placing your elbows on the table.

After a few moments of pounding music in the background, the man spoke.

“Do you wanna…” He awkwardly started, motioning with his head toward the pit of people, “with me?”

You thought for a moment. Anyone who’d asked before you declined immediately, yet this was tempting. You weren’t sure if it was the alluring presence of the man or if the liquor was hitting, but you ultimately decided to accept the invitation, taking the hand he offered.

The man led you to an open space between people before grabbing hold of your waist and giving you a look, asking if his hand placement was okay. You nodded, letting a smile grace your lips. A polite and handsome man? That’s a first at parties like these.

A familiar song came on, to which your eyes lit up - you love this song. You’d always wanted to dance to it at parties like these, but you’d never had a partner to. You felt yourself let go of whatever front you were putting up and allowed your hips to sway, the hands on your waist gripping you tighter.

You’d found yourself with your back turned to the stranger after the first verse, his hands now on your stomach. You bent over and brought your hands up your legs, leaving his hands to trail to your hips. Your ass brushed against his crotch, something almost bursting at the seams of his trousers. As you came back up, your back was flush against his chest and he breathed heavily in your ear, head slightly tilted downward.

The two of you continued the sensual dance to the song - two strangers in sync. The chemistry between you only strengthened with each song played, the last song ending with both of you out of breath and leaning against each other - your hands on the nape of his neck, tangled in his hair and his hands gripping your waist. Sweat was now dripping from your faces as you looked at the man you didn’t even know the name of - he was perfect.

For the first time, you didn’t want the night to end. Usually you were anticipating the time to leave - not this time. You were with the perfect man, who somehow single-handedly made the experience one of the best you’ve ever had.

“All of that and I didn’t even catch your name,” he whispered into your ear, the music finally having been turned off. You refused to move, as did he - you were both enjoying it too much.

“You know, everyone has to pass the dance test before earning that right,” You joked with him. You leaned back far enough to see the smile on his lips - along with the blush on his cheeks.

A laugh fell from his lips, “Surely I got a passing grade.”

“Just barely,” You offered your name with a smile, and learned his name - Hunter. “Well, Hunter. Thank you,” You combed your fingers through his hair, “I had a good time. Too bad it’s over.”

Hunter thought for a minute before boldly speaking, hoping he didn’t read the room wrong - “Who says it’s over?”

The next morning (after getting your comm channel), Hunter returned to his brothers on the Marauder. They all greeted him with knowing looks - looks that said ‘you got laid’ in not as many words.

“I am impressed by your ability to ‘connect’ with people,” Tech said, eyes trained on his datapad. “I would not be surprised if you returned with no information - thank the Force I was there too.”

“Didn’t know you could move like that, Hunter!” Wrecker laughed with a clap to Hunter’s upper-back, “Ya gotta teach me sometime!”

“Cleaning duty for the next month, Tech.” Hunter winced, knowing his brothers have all seen his less-than PG dancing with a stranger. He walked to the bunks, ready to get some much needed sleep before hearing someone’s muttering.

“Worth it.”

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[onboardsorasora]

This has been burning a hole in my docs since yesterday. Figured I'd get it out before the big event today :D

Part 1 | Part 8

Part 9

The rest of the afternoon happened in waves. The first wave was disbelief, of course. Vic was still stupefied and Sophie was eagle eyed. Max as ever was mystified. 

It truly wasn’t until a moment where Daniel answered a question off handedly that he shouldn’t have been able to answer, that Vic believed.

The boys had moved on from painting their own drawings to painting Daniel’s tattoos. Sophie at first, tried to stop them, but Daniel said it was fine; Isa did this all the time and she loved it. The boys were excited because they saw the tattoos move. 

Love was now outlined in blue paint, the cowgirl winked when they painted her purple. The boys giggled. Luka and Lio were discussing the colour choice for the skull baby– in Dutch– when Daniel said;

“Isaac always paints him green.”

Max squinted his eyes while the boys nodded sagely as if that truly was the correct idea. And then they got back to painting. Daniel sat quietly like the pretty canvas he was. Max was sure that Daniel didn’t know Dutch. He was willing to bet money on it.

“Daniel, what colour should they paint your rose?” Max asked in Dutch, loudly enough for it to carry. Sophie and Vic raised their brow at him, clearly they could also tell that Daniel wouldn't know Dutch.

Daniel looked over at Max and his lips scrunched as if he was thinking before he shrugged with a smile. “Maybe pink?” He looked to the boys hesitantly to see if they liked the suggestion. Luka said something else and there was a beat before Daniel nodded his agreement.

“Daniel, do you speak Dutch?” Max decided to just ask, he truly wanted to know.

“No, but Sassy and Jimmy do.” Daniel tilted his head as if Max asked something silly but he didn’t want to tease him in front of his family.

The second wave was awe. Michelle had called– on Max’s phone because Daniel’s was predictably dead– and Daniel had gotten excited. They hadn’t spoken in a whole day and he missed her. 

When he had gotten up to take Max’s phone, the lighthouse on his thigh glowed and the light in the tower flashed twice. Much to the delight of everyone. 

Daniel had taken the quick call in Max’s sim room and was incandescently happy when he returned. His wide grin was back and all the images on his arms fluttered in contentment. 

Max couldn’t help the smile that slashed across his face, this was the Daniel he knew and– felt comfortable with. This was the Daniel he met. 

Daniel hummed a song and whispered sweetly to Sassy while everyone chattered around him. Max watched fondly as Sassy melted into a pile of Sassy goo and purred loudly. 

“–Max?” it was Vic grabbing his attention. She was smirking at him like she knew something he didn’t. “Do you want to cut your cake now?” She asked when she confirmed she had his attention. Max agreed with a shrug and the boys cheered and everyone shuffled happily to the dining table where Sophie set-up the cake with candles.

They were just about finished singing the happy birthday song when they noticed the birds. Lio saw the birds first, and ran immediately onto the screened in patio. Luka followed right after, staring open mouth in delight as birds of all types fluttered just outside the protective screen.

“Sorry about that.” Daniel was sheepish, his painted arm rested behind his head in embarrassment. “You should blow out your candles before the wax melts Maxy.” 

“Y–yes he's right, dear.” Sophie turned her attention back from the scene, wonder plastered all over her features. 

Max did as told, making a wish and blowing out his candles. Sophie, Vic and Daniel cheered and he smiled a happy scrunchy smile at them.

Daniel collected the boys; scooping them up in his arms with tickles and promises to call more birds later, after they’ve all had cake.

The third stage was acceptance. As Vic and Sophie laughed heartily at a joke Daniel told, Max couldn’t help but wonder if there was a way to keep this.

Part 10

[munsonsbread]

you’re love is my turning page: a steddie proposal fic

September 1989:

Eddie Munson was madly in love with Steve Harrington. He wanted to spend every waking moment he could with Steve and he even got to work with his boyfriend a few times a week. Eddie got his job not long after he recovered from his injuries and the charges were dropped. He even got some money from the government as hush money. He used some of that money to help get Wayne and him a new trailer. They got a huge trailer not too far from Steve’s house.

Eddie worked at Family Video with Robin and Steve. He loved it. His band started rehearsals again and Eddie dreamed of getting the band a record deal. Tattooing is also another dream he’s pursuing. He has worked hard for everything he has. But right now, he’s planning something: he’s going to propose to Steve.

It was three days before the proposal. Eddie was going to tell Robin and Nancy his plans today and so they could help him. He’d tell Dustin and Max the day before so they wouldn’t run their mouths.

“SHIT, SHIT, SHIT,’ screeched Eddie. Overslept again. Keith was not going to be happy. He ran to get his jeans, sneakers and his work vest on. Eddie finally checked the time. It was 10:45. Okay he could get there on time. He may have accidentally run a few red lights but he made it.

“Munson, I nearly had to cover for your ass again. One more time and I’m not doing it ever again.” Robin said to him, crossing her arms.

“Sorry Buckley. I was nervous about some stuff.”

“Wait, what time does Steve come in today?” Eddie asked.

“Not until 3:00. Why?” Robin raised her eyebrow.

“Okay.” Eddie cleared his throat. “I want to propose to Steve.

Robin’s eyes went wide. And then she tackled Eddie.

“EDDIE OH MY GOD OH MY GOD. DO YOU HAVE THE RING? WHERE ARE YOU GOING TO DO IT? TELL ME EVERYTHING.”

“Robs, I will tell you everything as soon as you get off me.” Eddie smiled and Robin obliged. “I have the ring but I left it at my place. I’m taking him out to Skull Rock where we had our first date and I’m decorating the outside with lights and setting up his favorite son—“

“EDDIE, YOU SAID IT WAS URGENT. WHAT’S GOING ON?” Robin and Eddie looked up to see Nancy running into the store.

“Nance, it’s nothing bad. I promise.” Eddie reassured her.

“Okay then what’s going on?”

“I was just explaining to Robin that I’m going to propose to Steve.”

Nancy’s eyes went wide and a big grin appeared on her face.

“Oh my god. Oh my god! Congratulations. Do you have his ring picked out? When are you-“

“Hold tight Wheeler.” Eddie went over and grabbed a chair for Nancy to sit in and explained his plans. He showed them a polaroid of the simple ring he got for Steve. It was a simple silver band with a thin gold band all around the ring. On the inside of the ring, there was a tiny diamond and an opal to represent their birthstones. He had the date of when they officially started dating engraved into the ring. Eddie and Steve’s initials were also engraved.

“Eddie. Oh my god he’s going to love it. I’m so happy for you guys.” Nancy stood up to give Eddie a huge hug. Robin joined in too. They were all crying together.

“Wait, Eddie. I need to do the obligatory ‘if you hurt him at all, I will kick your ass and break your guitar’ speech.”

Eddie gasped. “You wouldn’t dare hurt Sweetheart?”

“You hurt Steve Harrington at all during your marriage and your precious Sweetheart will be no more.”

“Okay, okay, okay. Point taken! I promise I will never hurt him or break his heart. I love him way too much to do that.”

“Eddie, you were so scared.” Robin teased. “Your eyes got so wide.” Robin began to laugh as she walked to get her tapes rewinded. Nancy walked with her and they laughed as they walked away. Eddie noticed they were holding hands but didn’t say anything. He won’t, yet. (Not until after the proposal.)

“Well, ladies. Looks like we have to get back to work and Steve is going to be here any minute. But Friday at 8:30, get to my place so we can celebrate. I’m also telling Dustin tomorrow so I need all hands on deck for the three days.”

Nancy had to go but she also took Eddie’s proposal plan and was going to make a detailed to-do list for everyone involved. Eddie only wanted them (Robin and Nancy), Dustin and Max to know beforehand. Everyone else who was going to the party at the Harrington house would find out later. For right now, Eddie just wanted it to be about him and Steve.

——

“Dustin, hey man can you meet me at my trailer? It's urgent. It’s nothing bad but I need to get here soon. Over” Eddie called into the radio. He had just gotten off of work.

“I’m on my way now, Eddie. Be there in ten. Over.” Dustin could drive now which still blew Eddie’s mind. Sometimes, he’s still that young freshman that he adopted during his last senior year.

“Eddie! I’m here.” Dustin called out.

“Henderson! Alright buddy. I need you to sit down.” Eddie motioned.

“Okay?” Dustin raised his eyebrow.

“EDDIE. What the fuck is going on? You said it was urgent.” Max came through the door. Through physical therapy and lots of medical procedures, she was slowly regaining her sight and movement.

“Alright, Red. It’s fine. Just sit down.” Eddie was nervous. Why was he nervous? It’s Dustin. Maybe Max made him kind of nervous.

“Okay. So I know you guys know that Steve and I are very serious-“

“Eddie, you make it known that you are in love with Steve whenever you get the chance.” Dustin said with a huge frown.

“It’s gross.” Max added with a cheeky grin.

Eddie took a breath and started his speech. “Okay both of you shush. I brought you two here for something very important.” Eddie stopped what he was doing and brought out the polaroid with Steve’s engagement ring.

“Red, Dustin. I know you guys are extremely close to Steve. He’s been around longer than I have. But I love him more than I can describe in any word in the English language. I want to spend the rest of my life with Steve. He doesn’t have a close relationship with his parents at all. And I wanted to do this right. So, what I am asking is. Are you okay with me proposing to Steve?”

“Eddie, wait. You want to marry Steve? OH MY GOD.” Dustin jumped up and brought Eddie into a tight embrace. “Wait. Why are you asking me for permission? You didn’t need to do that.”

“I know Steve is extremely important to you and I don’t know. I think I just wanted to do something the traditional way for once in my life. Plus, I already got the obligatory ‘if you hurt Steve Harrington when you’re married, I’ll kill you' speech from Robin.”

“Well. If you do hurt Steve during your marriage, I will 100% hunt you down and kill you in your fucking sleep.” Dustin said, this time, with a serious tone.

“I take it that you do approve, Dustin?”

“Of course, I approve, dumbass.”

“Same, idiot.” Max interjected. “You and Steve are adorable together. Wait-”

“No, no. No take backs Mayfield. It’s already been said.” Eddie laughed.

“Shut up, Munson. And if you hurt Steve at all, you know I will not hesitate to take you out with my wheelchair.” Max threatened.

“Alright, alright. I take both of those responses as a yes. Come here, nerds.” Eddie brought Max and Dustin together for big group hug.

——

It was the day of the proposal. Eddie was nervous, he thought was going to blow chunks everywhere. He got the whole weekend off, thankfully Robin got Friday and Saturday off too. Robin had the task of getting Steve ready for his date at his house while Nancy helped Eddie get the last minute details together.

It was finally time for Eddie to get ready. It was just a casual date night, nothing too crazy. Except only he was getting ready to ask Steve Harrington to marry. No big deal. Eddie doesn’t get nervous but this was another level of nerves.

“Eddie?” Nancy knocked on the door. “You okay?”

Eddie sighed. “I’m so fucking nervous. I know he’s going to say yes. But there’s that small part of my brain that’s telling me he won’t. I don’t know.”

Nancy pulled Eddie into a hug. “Hey. Look at me, he’s going to say yes. Steve would be a dumbass if he didn’t. You guys are perfect for each other, it’s actually insane.”

“I’m not going to lie. I thought you were going to kill me when we started dating. I know you guys had history.”

Nancy laughed. “Hey. We had long been over each other at that point. I’m not going to lie. I never, ever thought Steve would date a guy but now he’s about to marry a wonderful man. I’m so happy for you guys.” Nancy pulled him into another hug.

“You’re an amazing friend, you know that, right?” Eddie smiled with tears in his eyes.

—-

It was time. Steve picked up Eddie at 6:30.

“Hi.” Eddie smiled and kissed him as he got into his car.

“Hi.” Steve laughed as Eddie practically climbed on top of him. “So where are you taking me, my love?”

Eddie had Steve drive all the way out to the park. Steve was confused about what was going on. But he just went with the flow. They arrived at their destination and when Steve got out of the car, he was blown away. They were greeted by Eddie’s van decked out in lights and flowers everywhere. Eddie had set the van where they could eat and chat easily

“Ed, you took us to Skull Rock?”

“Baby, we had our first date here three years ago.” Eddie said. “Well are you just going to stand there sweetheart or do you want to eat?” Eddie gave Steve that same goofy, wide grin. His hands were shaking. The proposal is happening now. Steve noticed but went on to sit in the back of the van like they usually do. When he sat down he was greeted by dinner from their favorite takeout spot, some beer, and an odd looking box.

“Eddie. You outdid yourself. What’s going on?’ Steve said, taking everything in. Suddenly, Eddie gave him the small, black and red fabric box. With a nudge from Eddie, he opened up the box to see a silver ring with a small black stone in the center.

“Eddie, what is this-”

“Steve, I’m so in love with you. And if I don’t do this now, I will actually explode. I always had a thing for you. Even when you were still that douchebag King Steve. But in the three years that I have known you, I now know you are not that person. In fact, I think I realized I was in love with you after you got pulled into the gate in Lover’s Lake. I was so scared that I was going to lose you. We had that talk in the forest and I fell even harder for you. After I recovered, I vowed to stay alive for you. We went out on our first date to the movies and saw Labyrinth and we both drooled over Bowie. You came to my band's practices when you could and you have got to be our biggest fan. You’ve been there for me when I needed you. You helped me through the nightmares. You’re my best friend. I fall in love with you more everyday. I know marriage for us isn't legal here yet. Hell, I don’t know if it ever will be. I don’t fucking care. But what I’m asking is… Steve, will you marry me?”

Eddie whispered the question with tears in his eyes.

“Fuck yes. Oh my fucking god yes,” screamed Steve.

Steve pulled Eddie into a long, passionate kiss and they held each other.

“God I fucking love you.” Eddie said in a quick breath. “Hey, look inside the ring. Wait, shit I forgot to tell you to bring your glasses. Okay so there are two small stones. A diamond for you birthstone and an opal for mine. I had our initials engraved.”

Steve saw the SARH AND EEAM. “Oh my god. Eddie, I love it. Wait, I need to get something out for you.” Steve went into his car and had a small black coffin shaped box. He got down on one knee.

“What is going on, Steve? Oh my god wait-”

“Eddie, I love you more than anything in the world. I can’t believe I get to be with you. For the rest of my life. You’re my best friend and the most important person to me. Please don’t tell Robin or Dustin I just said that.” Eddie and Steve laughed, both sniffling. “I’m grateful for every minute I get to spend with you. So I’ll cut to the chase. Eddie Munson, will you marry me?”

“Oh my fucking god yes. Yes.” Steve and Eddie giggled as Steve gave a simple simple band with several red and stones on the inside. “Steve, the ring is stunning. I love it so much, baby.”

“ Wait, I can’t believe you also planned to propose today.” Eddie raised his eyebrow.

“Did Robin and Nancy know?”

“Of course they did. It’s our three year anniversary, babe. I wanted to give you the memorable one yet.” Steve smiled.

“Me too.” Eddie said as tears fell down his face. “I love you.”

“I know.”

“Did Steve Harrington just make a Star Wars reference? Whatever.”

Eddie pounced onto Steve and they kissed. Not caring that food was basically ice cold. They finally sat up to eat and just took both of each other in. They were going to be married, not worrying about monsters, the Upside Down, demon bats nearly killing the both of them.

They finally had forever.

[choccy-zefirka]

In the dark of night, the elevator screeches and groans its rusty way up from the garage and through the megabuilding's murky insides. Its endless grated shaft is filled with some sickly fumes, like a smoker's throat. But on the inside, its flimsy box is deceptively bright, all awash in the orange and pink of the giant monitor panel — here to distract people as they drag themselves down from their crammed apartments, towards a long day of whatever soul-shredding drudgery that earns their corporate overlords a few extra zeros on the dotted line, and then back up again.

The elevator's current passengers can very much distract themselves on their own, however. Their faces are a cloud of jittery pixels, obscured from any surveillance cameras by clever optic implants — but their bodies speak where wandering mouths and hungry eyes cannot. The man's back is pressed into the wall, legs wrapped around the woman's broad, muscular torso... Which almost appears pixelated as well, as she is covered in an elaborate pattern of abstract tattoos: huge patches of solid black, with slivers of pale skin spliced in between. Her jacket has flown wide open, with nothing underneath. Indecent exposure? To no-one but that unseeing, ever-smiling faces of TV hosts up in the screens. And, of course, the man she keeps pinned close — devouring him until the very Ding! of arrival. The elevator's, not theirs; they have a long way to go still.

They have to untangle their limbs then, and step out. A draft of air rushes over them, carrying the living breaths of all the souls that huddle trapped behind graffitied doors or sway in the distant corners, too deep in their own hazy little world to notice their good neighbor V stumble home topless and with company. This little breeze is far from pleasant — the one thing that never lets you forget you are in Night City, is the smell — but it has a bit of a sobering effect. Enough to let V form a coherent sentence or two, as she opens the door with a habitual fingertip press and invites her guest into the square of white light, almost blinding against the greenish darkness outside.

"Here you go. Bit nicer on the inside, yeah? Bathroom's over there if you need to wash up; Vik got me on the coil ages ago, but you might wanna grab a condom just in case. I oughta have a pack left, in the cabinet under the sink. Also got lube and all that gonk. All in there."

This is not the first time V has fired off this little intro speech to a very special nighttime visitor. Sometimes, it would be a no-strings-attached choom, here for a movie, a quick bang, maybe a couple of beers and a cig. More often than not, it would be a very obliging joy toy, in for a nice generous tip for work well done. And on very rare occasions, it would even be someone who might have become something different, something lasting, if shit hadn't kept happening and happening and happening.

If you told V yesterday that she was going to repeat this old song and dance again very soon, she'd shrug and say, "Yeah, preem, love the sound of that." But if you added that the person she'd be giving a tour of her bathroom knicknacks to was going to be Goro fucking Takemura — hair undone, snowy-perfect shirt rumpled, traces of her black lipstick blending the line between his skin and his dormant cybernetics — both she and the rude little joyrider in her skull would heave in guffaws of disbelief.

And yet, shit keeps happening and happening and happening.

This city has a way of washing over you, tossing you ‘round like a horrible fathomless sea of toxic waste... Until it chisels you down to a tiny kernel of beach glass. Small and insignificant and lonely. He's been feeling it too, a disgraced cyber-ronin far from home. S'pose it's a good thing she can help him do something about it. For him, and for her. After all, teasing the old man has always been a reliable pick-me-up, a buoy deep in the toxic sea. And this is basically teasing taken to the extreme.

They've been ever-clashing, ever-bickering chooms-through-forced-circumstance so far; and some day in the future, her skull-jacker might get proven right, and they will end up enemies. But tonight, it's time for distraction.

"V, your belongings are horribly disorganized, I cannot find... What is this?"

Takemura straightens up beside her cabinet. There is a small hand towel thrown over his arm; and in his hands, he is holding up a long, elaborate harness—  with not one, not two, but three appendages attached to the front. Shaped very distinctly like tentacles.

V clears her throat and rests one hand on her hip as she leans into the bathroom’s doorway. Trying to look nonchalant.

Yeah. This is teasing taken to the extreme, all right.

"It's a gag gift from some gal chooms in the Mox. We were hanging out recently, before uh..."

Her breath catches, and not in the giddy-sweet way she would have liked it to, what with Talemura's eyes on her, dark and heavy and intent. In the split second that passes before she remembers to breathe again, it almost seems like there are splatters of red on her bathroom walls. Like back there. When Evelyn —

She blinks, and the tiles are clean again. She decides to slip back into the bathroom, cramped as it is with two people fumbling around, and wash her hands. Splash her face a little too. Her movements are idle, effortless, but her mind is scrambling to find the rhythm of casual conversation again — to leap on it like on a train that's speeding far away from her.

"Before some shit happened. The way it just keeps happening and happening and happening..."

She dries her hands off aggressively on Takemura’s towel, and the last memories of blood with them; then ducks into the cabinet, emerging with the lube he failed to find. And some wet wipes for good measure.

"So yeah,” she’s back in the doorway again, and back to acting so totally natural. “We were having drinks, and one thing after another, we began sharing stories of weird shit we stumbled into online. Not like, beyond-the-Blackwall scares or messed up snuff BDs, but harmless silly weirdness. So I ended up remembering how I was looking for... things, and somehow tumbled down an entire rabbit hole that led to hentai. As you do."

"As you do?"

Takemura follows her out of the bathroom, the tentacle set-up still in his hands, his eyebrows raised.

V snorts out a short laugh, and he smiles slightly to mirror her amusement. He is particularly beautiful when he does that, V thinks to herself, chewing instinctively on the piercing in her lip.

"Oh, I am sure you are too cultured for what makes us Western weebs get our jollies!"

"Hm."

They head for the nook where her bed is. She sits down, pants and jacket completely off, inviting. He presses his knee into the edge of the mattress and kisses her, while running his free hand along her neck and downwards. The motion is slow, and his lips linger on hers, as if he is mulling something over.

"Once in Tokyo, I went to an exhibition of nineteenth-century art that included shunga... erotic images. While it was not what I came there for, it was certainly... memorable."

"Tsk, Goro, what would your grandmother say!"

He huffs at her remark, not unamused — and then drops the harness into her hands.

"How does this work?"

She scoots over to make room for him, and runs her hands over the tentacles. Something pulses suddenly between her legs, and a sneaky glance at Takemura confirms that his own... interest has been going as steady as when they started kissing back in the car.

"I am not sure, I never actually tried it. I think you are supposed to interface with it, and then these little choombas will start moving... in time with your thoughts."

"I see. My implants are offline, so I am uncertain if I can use this on you..." he exhales softly, sliding his fingers under the hip strap of her panties and pulling them down, inch by sweetly excruciating inch. "To recreate the shunga... But you, on me — "

"That what you want?"

"Yes."

He says the word with that quiet laser focus intensity that first intrigued her when they started working together. The pulse thumps again, harder, and pressing her legs together does nothing to quiet it down.

So — gingerly, interrupting every motion to kiss him and grin at his rising moans of impatience — she gets down to preparations.

The harness rests heavy on her hips — no chafing so far; good. Somewhere, tiny ports click into place, and a tingly ripple courses through her, as data is shared between the toy and her body. This little gift is more high-tech that she thought; the girls really went all out for a simple "harhar tentacles" gag.

She is standing in front of the bed now, in all her nude, broad-shouldered glory. Some of her past hookups, especially those who'd spent too much time drooling over the chrome perfection of Lizzy Wizzy, were a bit put off when they peeled back her favorite biker leathers and saw the scars, and the muscles, and the full bush, and the stretch marks from awkward growth spurts back in her tiny-shithead, thinking-she-was-so-cool-cause-she-smoked-weed-once days. They’d hoped “her body would be nicer than her face”, also all tatted up to look like a skull mask, with a square jaw and broad lopsided nose (broken and reset way too many times); but instead, found her the same head to toe. Too rough around the edges, too mannish.

But Takemura, scowl as he might at the boorish ways of the Heywood thieves, never failed to drop a kernel of praise here and there, for a well-landed punch, a quick and deadly shot, a metal shutter rolled up bare-handed like it was tissue paper. And now, too, he gazes up at her, sprawled languidly on her mattress, like she is one of those works of erotic art back in a museum in his beloved Tokyo.

The warmth she feels at the thought, headier than a shot of the best tequila at the Coyote, resonates with the contraption over her crotch. The tentacles whirr to life, extending, unfurling, glistening with lube, their tips probing at the air, awaiting her mental command.

"Oh, this is fucking preem!" V exclaims through a laugh. The words are still hanging in the air, and her mind has already devised a plan. A quickhack to beat all quickhacks.

Now she is the one with her knee on the mattress, with Takemura right under her. The tentacles descend. One slides under his shirt — the parts of it that still cover him — and caresses the organic flesh, circling round his nipple, gliding down along the path of silver-dusted black hair, from his chest down his stomach. It’s more lean and trim than hers, but also crisscrossed by scars. Oh, she'd love to ask about them some day, if he is ever in that sincere, contemplative mood again, like he was during their stakeout on the roof.

He arches his back slightly, cursing in Japanese. His voice is so husky and slurred that V's translator does not pick up on it. But the sound of it adds to the drumming between her legs.

The second tentacle coils along his thigh, and V helps it get rid of his pants and part his legs. In all the fuss with the harness, he never did finish digging around for condoms, but at this point, she thinks they can go without them for a bit. She certainly relishes in watching his cock become fully erect, as perfect as the rest of him. Wonder if she can figure out a pose where she can both continue with the tentacles and get him off with her hand... Fuck, she'd love that.

The third tentacle teases around his buttocks, before finally slipping in, once V has made sure everything is comfortably stretched and lubed up.

Takemura writhes, his desperate huffs turning into long whines that she never thought him capable of... Perhaps he never thought himself capable of either.

The tentacle sinks deeper and deeper, while the other two continue trailing over the flushed, sweat-slick flesh.

"You are taking it really well. I love how great you're doing," V breathes out — and suddenly, Takemura grips the mattress like he would drown otherwise, and gasps for air.

As realization strikes V, the tentacles retract involuntarily. Takemura searches her face with bleary eyes, silently begging for the pleasure to return... But first, she hits him with a question.

"They don't praise you a lot at Arasaka, do they?"

He attempts to frown. To look serious. As if he is not naked and sweating and open for her to toy with.

"Do you... praise your gun... for not missing... the target?" he manages to croak.

V shakes her head, mentally commanding the tentacles to reach for him again.

"You are not a gun, though. You are a person. And fuck, you deserve to be told when you're good. Like right now. You are being so, so good."

Takemura grits his teeth, chest rising and falling.

"V, you wicked little — Gah!"

She has finally figured out the right angle to do... Pretty much everything. Two of the tentacles are wrapped around Takemura once more, and the third — the one that traced the contours of his shuddering, melting body — has bent back, sliding into V, playing with the inner folds, going further and further in, chasing that pounding heat to completion. All the while, she moves the ring of her fingers up and down his cock, in swift, tireless pumps, as if competing with her own toy over who makes him come first.

At the end of it all, she has a sneaking suspicion that the tentacle's won out. There is just more stimulation that way. Oh, the Mox sure delivered.

Takemura swears again; this time, the translator implant informs her loud and clear that he is screaming the Japanese equivalent of "Fuck!". He lurches under her, spilling all over her fingers... And shortly afterwards, the tentacle she stole for herself finishes its job as well.

She dissolves in her own release, a gleeful cry rising from the back of her throat, and collapses right into Takemura, panting, melding into one with him: a weird thrashing mess of bare legs and dripping black appendages.

"Oh, that was fun, wasn't it?" she nuzzles against him, basking in the warmth of the body — so real, so tangible, so soft and sated — that she thought for certain would remain forever at arm's length from her.

"I do not think I deserve this kind of pleasure," he says, quietly and bluntly. It is not self-flagellation; he fully believes every single word and states it as objective fact. "Not while I have a mission to follow. But..."

He kisses her on the temple, where a little vein still carries that elated pulse.

"It is you who has been good to me, V. Thank you."

"No, you," she grins. "You are so fucking good."

Takemura blushes, a rich, dark hue that clouds his face, his collarbones, and would have surely scorched his throat as well if any organic parts of it were still visible.

"Look at him," the by-now unusual solitude in V's head is disturbed yet again. "Of course the guard dog has a praise kink."

"Johnny..." V tries her best to silently channel her most convincing “Oh, you are in trouble now, young man” energy.

"All right, cool off! I am just worried for you, is all."

 In her mind, she watches the flickering digital apparition raise his hand and rub his temples.

"Look. Sex in itself is as simple as a Sixth Street muscle honcho, but when you mix it with something else, things become a million times more complicated. Have all the naked corpo rubbing you want; I’ll make sure to check out. Just... Don't forget to make the right choices."

"Thanks. But I think I'm managing this just fine. Least for now."

In the real world, Takemura seems to be voicing objections of his own.

"You cannot call me good that when I did not even properly pleasure you."

"Well, there is always next time."

Her thoughts are still halfway in Johnny-space, and when they catch up with what she's saying, she is as stunned as Takemura.

They... They can't have a next time! Next time, she might be holding a gun to his head! They are supposed to be just glass pebbles in the poisoned sea, knocked together by chance, just for one night of distraction...

"Next time? Quite unwise. Dangerous for us both. But... Compelling," Takemura murmurs.

"You have seen many sides of me that few others have, V. And I, of you."

He takes her hand and begins wiping it clean. He is very thorough, methodical with every finger; ridiculous as it sounds, it reminds V of cleaning a gun.

"We are two foxes that know each other's scent. We hunt together, lay together — our nature now draws us to find a hidden nest we could return to together."

"Foxes, tentacles, what kind of damn zoo is this," Johnny laments, before fizzling into silence again.

"I wish our circumstances allowed for more... respite like this. Like our conversations over horrible food — "

Now in the middle of cleaning himself up, Takemura cuts himself short, a flash of thought in his augmented eyes.

"V, that disgusting greasy cardboard you chewed on the roof..."

She cocks her head a little, almost wincing with whiplash at the shift from Takemura's favorite fox metaphors to... this.

"Pizza?"

He wrinkles his nose.

"I know of pizza. That is Italian cuisine. Time-honored street food. But it seems that this city spits out nothing but waste paper approximations, regardless of country. V — we can afford to linger, I think, so let me be truly good to you."

He gets up, puts his underwear back on and strides to V's computer. With far too much confidence for an old man who accidentally texts people his search queries.

"What are you doing?"

"I am going to look up what ingredients one requires to make a pizza," Takemura declares, confidence still unwavering. "And prepare one for you. As a gesture of appreciation."

V feels her eyes bulge a little. Can't say she ever got thanked for tentacle pegging and a handjob with food. Which is a bloody shame, come to think of it.

... Shit, Jackie would be so on board with the idea. He'd do something like this for Misty in a heartbeat. He'd —

"I think I'll go take a shower," she mumbles, pressing her hand to her stomach, as if that will close the leering emptiness that digs out her innards now and again, whenever something reminds her of Jackie. She talked to Misty about this, as they nestled together on the footsteps of the Esoterica. Another pair of sea glass pebbles, so very small.

"Grief is absence," she said, a quiet melody in her voice — and fuck, it sure as hell is.

…This is not even the kind of shower you are supposed to take after sex. V just stands there, useless as a mannequin, balled fists pressed into the wall, hot water cascading over her. Time stops passing in this little box of vapor — another metaphor Takemura used once, describing the city... All she knows is that when she finally breaks her trance, finds a full-body towel to wrap herself in, and plods out, wet feet loud against the floor, Takemura is still on her computer, browsing... Very much not pizza recipes.

Somehow — she can guess how; he’s the type of guy to accidentally set his telephone's interface to a language he does not speak — instead of finding and downloading a list of ingredients, or whatever it was he planned to do, he has stumbled his way into the folder with her drawings.

Yeah, big shock. The tall, tattooed, mohawk-sporting street kid has a cutesy little hobby.

She's been practicing on and off for years — that was how she had her first brush with hentai actually; clicked one link too many when scouring the net for digital art tutorials. She never could make anything on it, never could "monetize her skills", as the folks in Atlanta pushed her to — but hell, she ain't no corpo rat. She doesn't owe it to anyone to “monetize” her every breath. Sometimes she just sees light filter through a dirty window in a curious sort of way, and tries to jot down all the yellowish hues it creates. Just because it's neat.

And maybe Takemura, with his fancy corpo education and arsenal of poetic quotes, would have understood that. Something something the beauty of fleeting moments, haiku poetry something something. But of course — of fucking course! — he has scrolled down and stopped the cursor not at her reimaginings of the holographic trees in Kabuki as the real thing, soft petals trailing in the wind; not at the blocky, half-surrealist painting of her megabuilding's elevator shaft as the choked-up, lesion-covered throat of a coughing smoker... But at all the sketches she made of him.

They are mostly squiggles in flaky, textured digital pencil, done from memory and lacking any sort of detail except around his eyes and mouth. Oh, and a couple attempts at using a brush that was supposed to emulate the sumi-e technique (and probably infected her computer with at least three viruses when she tried to get it downloading). He might find those ones particularly insulting. What does an uncouth merc know of recreating fine art — especially art that doesn't involve any scandalous stuff like tentacles?

V holds her breath, clutching the towel awkwardly to her chest. In a silence that churns like spilled oil, she watches Takemura watching his own likenesses roll by on the screen. Heads half-turned in quiet contemplation; outlines of hands clasped round the ghost of a coffee cup; so many pairs of eyes, age lines lovingly rendered, gaze sometimes cutting as sword's age, and sometimes soft and slightly sad. The real man has his back turned back to her; she cannot read the expression in the eyes that ponder their digital twins... Until he swivels around in her computer chair. And then,s she cannot bear to look. She would rather be back in that fucking landfill.

"Oh no," Johnny whispers in her head. And there is not a hint of gloating in his voice. He sounds like he... understands? Did he ever have someone stumble across his music that was meant to be private, hidden, especially from the person that inspired it?

"V..." Takemura says slowly. "Is this how you see me?"

"Sometimes," squeezing the words out takes up all of her mental strength, and none is left for as much as a sideways glance at him.

"What you are not being a pain in my ass."

"It is as I thought. We have revealed more of one another than we should have, but..."

At long last, she raises her head. His look is soft; flattered — what was she even afraid of? She just wrecked his prostate, for fuck's sake!

"But we are in too deep now, eh choom?"

"I suppose we are..."

For a moment, he turns back to the monitor.

"You have a talent, V. I wish you had met people who could see it, the way I did. Perhaps — "

"Fuck. Hate where this is going," Johnny growls. V cannot say she is too ecstatic either.

"Yeah, no. Not selling out to a corp," she snaps, despite herself.

"I like you, Goro. You just felt how much — "

Also despite himself, he blushes.

"But that's where I won't be agreeing with you. It's like..."

With a heavy sigh, she sits down on the bed, next to the discarded harness.

"Do you ever think what happened to all those other kids who washed their clothes in the same toxic ooze? Do you ever think about your chooms, Goro?"

He drums his fingers on the edge of her desk, then balls them into a fist. But eventually, the flash of anger in his face gives way to a wistfulness that makes him look so much like the soft charcoal portrait that has unfurled, full-screen, behind him. His expression beckons V to stand up, and walk up to him, and tuck a strand of silky greying hair behind his ear. He clasps her wrist, but does not pull her hand away — holding on, not breaking eye contact.

"In another life, I would have followed in my father's footsteps. Maybe I would have risen up to open a restaurant of my own, and invited them all to eat there."

"Wouldn't that have been preem?" V murmurs, and kisses his temple like he did hers. Finding that tender little pulse.

"And that pizza would be preem too. Here, old man, let me teach you how to use the Internet."

[minks-country-club]

Julie Black x Edward Cullen

Here’s a little sneak peek of the Julie x Edward fanfic I'm working on hehehe (No warnings apply)

Damn that girl. Oh, how he hated her. 

She would be the death of him. Edward swore it. 

Her and her stupid thin, flowy tank top — not even wearing a bra either. And her stupid jersey shorts. And her stupid...muscular arms. And her stupid tattoo on her arm. And her stupid...pretty face. And her beautiful, long, wavy hair that was also kinda frizzy. And those thighs that could absolutely crush his skull. 

She does it on purpose. Edward knows this. She does it for Bella.

She does it for him.

And he's not sure what pisses him off more. 

Oh, Julie. 

She was so cute at first. Just a sweet little thing. It was endearing, the way she looked at Bella with admiration and her innocent little crush. Eyes wide, and her smile like sunshine. Her mind was stuffed with softness, and it was a lovely place to rest for the telepath. Edward had no problem with Julie whatsoever and even took pleasure in the peace of the girl's mind.

But then she had that growth spurt over the summer. And those muscles came from nowhere for a fifteen-year-old girl. And she looked at Edward with a fire in her dark eyes as she hugged Bella. And her thoughts were getting darker. 

Edward told Bella that it was being taken a little too far. He felt threatened by Julie. Like she was on a mission to steal Bella from him. 

Bella told him he was being ridiculous, that there was nothing to worry about. Bella loved him and only him. And he believed her. 

He wasn't even mad about the fact that Bella would blush in front of Julie. He understood because if he could blush, he sure as shit would be too. 

But it was getting worse. Julie was sixteen now, and Bella found out that she was a Quileute werewolf. Edward insisted he didn't feel comfortable with Bella being around Julie, that she was more volatile now that she had phased, and her affections for Bella would be more obvious and pushed harder. Bella ignored him.

Which is what lead him here. Eyes locked with Julie in a glare — per usual — as she hugged Bella tightly. She was a lot bigger now — more height, more muscle, more legs, more... you know. 

And they were... big. Edward had to swallow the lump in his throat and break eye contact as he read Julie's mind. Heard how nice it felt to push up against Bella's petite body. He wondered what they would feel like against him. What her everything would feel like against him.

Listen, he was a hundred-year-old virgin, alright? He refused to touch Bella like that, at least while she was still human and fragile.

But Julie could take it. 

Edward couldn't lie, Julie was the most beautiful girl he had ever met. Like... ever. He never imagined a girl of her physic ever appealing to him. But there he stood, gawking at her. In his very long life, he had never seen a girl quite like her. He would never admit that to anyone, though. And definitely not to Bella. 

Stop it, Edward. You have a girlfriend. It doesn't matter how pretty that stupid girl is, you shouldn't be thinking of her in that way. 

The hug only lasted for seconds, but it felt like a lifetime for Edward. He was here to drop Bella off at the border and go. That was it. So, leave. 

He just... didn't want to, though. But Julie took Bella's delicate hand in her strong one and led her to the Rabbit to drive away together. Leaving Edward standing there alone at the side of the road, looking like an idiot. 

Damn that girl. 

When Edward came to pick Bella up hours later, his mind was attacked with...a lot of horny thoughts. Girl-on-girl action. And they weren't his thoughts.

'I'm going to fuck your girl, leech,' Julie smirked at the vampire as she hugged Bella goodbye. 'She'd be such a good girl for me.'

That...did something. Snapped something inside of him he couldn't quite explain. 

Julie let Bella go and kept eye contact with Edward as Bella hugged him and got into his car. 

'That's a promise.'

Edward rushed over to Julie with vampire speed and grabbed her arm to drag her away into the forest in the blink of an eye. Julie didn't even realise Edward had picked her up and thrown her over his shoulder as he ran into the forest, and she got whiplash when he threw her to the ground just after she realised she had been picked up and carried away in the first place. 

Bella will have no idea where they are and would be helpless to stop whatever went down. By the time she realised what had happened and got out of the car to look for them with worry, they were long gone.

"What the hell?!" Julie scowled at Edward from the ground, pulling herself up with a groan. 

But Edward pushed her back into a tree, causing it to shake and leaves to fall around them.

"If you ever touch her-!" Edward shouted to the wolf's face, his hands gripping the girl's biceps harshly, enough to cause bruising. His breathing ragged. 

"Or what?!" Julie shouted back, looking into Edward's golden eyes fiercely. "What will you do? If she wants me, then you just gotta deal."

Edward huffed, and he puffed. But she was right. He couldn't really do anything if that was the case.

"You know what I think?" Julie smirked, "I think you're jealous. Of Bella."

Edward reared his head back with a scoff.

"Oh, you know I'm right. You want a piece of this too, huh leech?" She grinned, arching her back off the tree trunk slightly in confidence. 

Edward really tried to ignore the way it made her soft, squishy chest push up against him.

"I know what you think of me. I can see how it makes you feel. I make you so pissed that you wanna use me as a stress ball," Julie snickered before her voice dropped to a low, sultry tone.

"You wanna touch," she reached for Edward's cold hands to drag them down from her arms and place them on her hips. Edward let her. "You wanna feel," she smiled, leaning in close, dragging Edward's hands up her waist beneath her thin shirt and letting out a shaky breath at the cold caressing her heated skin.

Edward couldn't help but grip the flesh and squeeze it. Her waist was slimmer than her hips, creating a slight hourglass figure, accentuated by her thick thighs and broad shoulders. Edward was still taller than her, but not by much. Maybe an inch or so. 

She giggled at the touch and leaned in closer to whisper in Edward's ear. "You wanna taste."

This was wrong. So fucking wrong. 

But Julie kept moving his hands up her smooth, warm body until they were cupping her breasts. And Edward made no attempt to stop her. His breathing was getting shallow, and he shivered at her sweet giggle in his ear. 

Yep. She was absolutely going to be the death of him. 

Julie craned her head down to slowly swipe her wet tongue across Edward's icy skin up his neck and jaw. Oh, the heat was so nice. 

"Kiss me, leech."

[marmorafarms]

Love You to Death (an SDJ fic)

Pairing: Nick Herrara x Cis female reader

Fandom: Something's Wrong With Sunny Day Jack

CW: cis female reader, cunnilingus, blow jobs, vaginal sex, fingering, condom use, use of the word cunt in a sexual sense

AN: Forgot to post this on here whoops! This is not SDV, but I wrote this out and wanted to share it! If you want to read it on ao3 you can find it here:

“Hello? What planet are you on right now?”

You blinked and turned your head, and realized your roommate was sitting next to you, apparently having tried to engage you in conversation.

“Oh um. I was just…don’t worry about it.”

Shaun rolled his eyes, a grin on his face. “I know that look. You’ve got romance on the brain.”

“What?” you squeaked out. “N-no! Nothing like that! I was thinking about…uhh…”

“Caught ya,” Shaun said with a wicked grin when you came up with nothing. “So there’s someone you’re interested in?”

“Not exactly,” you said, passing Shaun the popcorn. “This guy came into the shop and asked if I was single.”

“Oof,” Shaun said sympathetically. “Was he weird about it?”

“No, he actually was really shy and stumbled over his words,” you said thoughtfully. “I was kinda freaked out at first but I mean, all things considered he was pretty cool about it. I told him I wasn’t interested and he took it well.”

“Wait pause,” Shaun said, hand going still in the popcorn bowl. “You said you weren’t interested? And now you’re daydreaming about him?”

“Look, I wasn’t sure at the time!” you said defensively.

“Did he give you his number?” Shaun asked.

“No,” you said. “He probably would’ve if I hadn’t shot him down. He didn’t even say his name.”

“He should’ve just slid you his name and number on a napkin and smiled,” Shaun said, shaking his head. “Boy is not smooth.”

“He really wasn’t,” you said. You pulled your phone out as Shaun turned on the TV and began flipping through different movies. You scrolled through the many influencers you followed on your social media and sighed. Most of them were pretty vapid, and you weren’t even sure why you didn’t just unfollow them. You had some friends on there though, and saw that one of your friends had posted a new reel. Hmm.

You clicked on it and almost choked on your mouthful of popcorn. Shaun looked at you with a worried look on his face.

“You good?” he asked. You took a drink of your soda and handed Shaun your phone.

“Look at this reel,”

It was a picture of one of your friends with a wide smile on their face. They were standing by a man in a leather jacket who was grinning alongside them. The caption was: OMG I CAN’T BELIEVE I MET HIM!!!!

The caption was followed by a link to his social. Shaun stared at the reel, and then looked over at you with a shocked look on his face. “Is that the guy?” Shaun asked.

“Yeah!” you said, looking back at your phone.

“Are you telling me you shot down Nick Herrera?” he said, sounding like you had revealed that you had turned down Ryan Gosling.

“I…guess so?” you said. “Is he someone I should know?”

“Someone you should…wow you really are out of the loop aren’t you? He’s a major influencer! He does all sorts of shit. He vlogs, he streams games, he posts adorable pictures of his two Pomeranians…”

“He has dogs?” you asked, perking up.

“They’re adorable,” Shaun gushed. “Go check out his page!”

You shrugged and looked the guy up. You looked at his follower count and…

Holy hell.

Over half a million followers? What?

You scrolled through his pictures and stopped on one where he was posing on the beach. His shirt was off, revealing a chest tattoo of a rose, and a skull on his arm. It looked like a calevera you’d see on Day of the Dead. And were those nipple piercings? You gulped and heard Shaun chuckle from beside you.

“He’s also a professional dom and has some more spicy photos on a different site. You want the link?”

“Shaun!” you said, face beet red. “I…! I don’t…!”

“You don’t what?” Shaun teased.

“I turned this guy down, I’d feel weird looking at pictures like that of him,” you grumbled.

“You can say porn,” Shaun said, and you stuck your tongue out at him.

“Fine. I don’t want to look at porn of him after I told him I wasn’t interested.”

“Well…you could send him a message and let him know you’ve changed your mind,” Shaun said. “Tell him his sexy body made you reconsider.”

You threw a pillow at your laughing friend and bit your lip. Would it be weird? Would he be mad? It might look like you found out he was popular and only wanted to go out with him because of that. But the temptation was strong. You took a deep breath and finally typed something out.

Hey! You probably don’t remember me, I’m from the yogurt shop on 4th St? I wanted to say that I know I said I didn’t want anything, but I thought if you were down for something casual that could be fun. If you want.

You hit send and instantly regretted it. The message sounded stupid. But maybe that was good? He would read it over and roll his eyes. You put your phone to the side and helped Shaun pick the movie. Nick wouldn’t respond. He’d probably be irritated that you were messaging him in the first place. It was fine.

Buzz buzz

Oh shit that was your phone.

You picked your phone up and gulped.

“He responded,” you said, throat dry.

“What’d he say?” Shaun asked.

“I’ll look at it after the movie,” you said as it began to start.

“Fuck the movie, tell me what he said!”

You glared at Shaun and sighed dramatically as you opened your phone and opened your messages.

That’d be cool.

“That’s it?” Shaun asked, looking scandalized. “Nothing else?”

“He’s just shy,” you said. “Maybe he’ll say something else.”

You turned to the movie, and the two of you got sucked into it. When

it finally ended, you checked your phone and saw that he still hadn’t messaged anything else.

“I think you’re gonna have to say something,” Shaun said, and you sighed. Man. You had hoped Nick would do the whole “asking out” portion of this conversation.

When are you free next? There’s a korean bbq place I’ve been wanting to try if you’d be into that?

Twenty minutes passed. Did he go to bed early or something? It was only when you started getting ready to go to sleep that your phone buzzed again.

Is it the one on Hawthorne? Love that place. I’m free tomorrow, but it’s cool if that’s too soon.

Tomorrow?! Well. You didn’t have work tomorrow and it’d be nice to do something other than just sit on your laptop scrolling through social media and wondering if there was anything else to do on the internet. The two of you agreed on a time, and you went to bed with a fluttering heart. Wow. This was really happening.

The next day seemed to drag on as you waited for it to be time for your date. Shaun had encouraged you to wear your special lacy lingerie set under your sundress, just in case.

“I’m not going to sleep with him!” you had said.

“Doesn’t hurt to be prepared!” Shaun said in a singsong voice. After some thought you decided he was right. You hadn’t even gotten to wear this set yet because you bought it as a surprise for your at the time boyfriend for his next visit. Someone might as well see it. And maybe it would be Nick. Maybe.

You entered the restaurant a few minutes early and found that Nick was already there. Wow. You wondered if he was just as nervous as you were. He looked up when he heard the door open, and you could tell right away that he was in fact even more nervous than you were.

“H-hey,” he said, a soft smile on his face.

“Hey,” you said back. “It’s nice to see you!”

“Yeah, it’s nice to see you too.” Nick said. “Um, we can seat ourselves so…do you want a booth or a regular table?”

“Booth,” you said.

The two of you sat down and you were surprised that the conversation flowed easily. You ordered, and the two of you had fun cooking the meat that was brought out. You knew you had a stupid grin on your face as you placed your meat on the grill that was built into the table.

“I’m glad you’re enjoying yourself,” Nick said.

“Well, this is fun and the company is excellent,” you said looking up and giving Nick a coy smile. He blushed and rubbed the back of his neck, a small smile on his face.

“I…thanks,” he said shyly. “You’re a lot of fun.”

He looked so cute sitting there, cheeks dusted pink. Your mind wandered back to that beach picture of him, and you took a breath.

“I could show you how much fun I can be after dinner,” you said, faking confidence. He was cute, you were wearing fancy lingerie and you wanted to see those piercings in person.

Nick choked on his drink, and looked at you, surprise on his face.

“I mean, unless you don’t want to,” you said, suddenly nervous.

“No I do,” Nick said. “Actually, I kinda want to pay and head out now,” he said with a chuckle.

The rest of your dinner flew by, and soon you found yourself in Nick’s car. A nervous silence filled the air as you drove to his place. This wasn’t something you usually did. Going to a guy’s house on the first date? Well, you had said this would be something casual. But still!

You arrived at his apartment and stood in the elevator with him, heart beating fast. Casually, you reached out and hooked a pinkie with his.

He looked down and then looked at you.

“You’re cute,” he said.

“No you,” you said.

The two of you practically ran out of the elevator and down the hall towards his apartment. He quickly flung the door open, and as soon as it closed, the two of you were all over each other.

The kisses were heated, full of passion and desire. He began kissing down your jaw, a hand reaching up and cupping one of your breasts.

You let out a small moan as his lips moved to your neck. You moved your head to the side, giving him more space to work with, more space to mark up.

“God you’re gorgeous,” he breathed, voice husky. “Your lips…fuck.”

“Want more,” you said, and moved your hand down, cupping his hard cock. He let out a soft moan as you began rubbing him through his pants. Before he could ask you to go to the bedroom, you sank to your knees, undoing the button on his jeans.

“Wait are you sure…? Here…?” he panted, looking down at you. The two of you locked eyes and you pulled his zipper down with your teeth. He visibly gulped. “I guess that answers that,” he said.

You pulled his pants down a bit and began kissing and licking at the tent in his boxers. It was only when he let out a tiny whine that you finally pulled them down. The head of his cock was a dusky pink and dripping wet. You smiled as you lapped at the head, licking up his salty pre cum. Nick swore, and you gently kissed his tip before taking him into your mouth.

“Ah fuck baby, yes,” he panted. You found his hand and gently guided it to your head. He threaded his fingers through your hair and gently began to help speed you up, moving your head slightly. You fully relaxed your jaw and put your hands on his hips. You gave them a light tap.

“Are you sure?” Nick gasped out, getting the message. You gave as much of a nod as was possible and felt his grip on your hair tighten. He thrust his hips forward, cock sliding all the way into your warm mouth. You let out a small hum, and he pounded faster, using you for his pleasure. Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes, but you were proud that you were able to fully take his length.

“Can I…? In your mouth…?” Nick asked. Again you gave a partial nod and he gave one in return. He thrusted a few more times before throwing his head back in ecstasy, slamming into your mouth and spilling down your throat. You did your best to swallow it all down. He tasted slightly sweet, and you found yourself wondering when you’d be able to taste him again.

You pulled off of him with a small pop and looked up at him. His chest was heaving and he was looking at you with such adoration in his eyes.

“Your turn mi reina,” he said, helping you to your feet. He pulled his pants up and then led you to his room. There were band posters everywhere, some you recognized, some you didn’t. The two of you fell into his bed, and he began kissing you again. You felt drunk off his lips, and when his tongue slid into your mouth you couldn’t help but moan low.

“Let’s get this off,” Nick said, tugging at your dress. When you pulled it over your head and tossed it to the ground, you noticed Nick staring.

“What?” you said bashfully.

“Were you planning on this?” Nick said playfully.

You laughed lightly. “On what?”

“On seducing me.” Nick said. “Or do you just wear this normally?”

Your lingerie was very nice. A silky green bustier with black lace, and panties to match. You grinned.

“I’ll never tell,” you said, and pulled him in for a few more kisses.

“May I?” Nick asked after a moment, reaching between your legs. You nodded and bit your lip as Nick began to palm you through your panties.

“I can feel a wet spot,” Nick said softly. “You like me touching you?”

“Mmhm,” you said and gasped as Nick slid his hand into your underwear, gently rubbing at your clit. You squirmed and panted as

Nick moved his fingers in a circular motion.

“You like that baby?” he said. All you could do was nod parting your legs further. Nick raised an eyebrow.

“You want something?” he asked, and slid a finger inside your dripping cunt. “I bet you want my cock don’t you? I’m not quite ready to go yet, but don’t worry beautiful. I’ll make you cum plenty before I finally get to be in you.” He thrust his fingers in and out, and you could feel yourself reaching your peak. His name was the only thing on your lips, and you repeated it over and over again like a mantra.

When you finally came it was with a loud cry, your back arching off the mattress. As you came down from your high, you noticed him sucking on his fingers.

“Mmm you taste so nice,” Nick purred. “Can I get another taste?”

Wordlessly you parted your legs and Nick settled in between them. He placed gentle kisses on your inner thighs before beginning to suck marks.

“Mine,” you heard him growl. You let out a pathetic whine at that, and it spurred him on. He spread your lips gently and began lapping at your clit. The overstimulation was intense, and you found yourself grinding your cunt into his face. You wanted more, needed more, needed to cum again!

Nick’s tongue dipped inside of you before returning to your clit. He slipped two fingers inside you, and slowly added a third. He had been big, that’s for sure, but was three fingers really necessary? Honestly, it didn’t matter. It felt so good, and you were numb to the world at this point. The only thing filling your mind was Nick. He was all you needed to think about, all you needed to focus on.

Your second orgasm hit you with a jolt, and you practically screamed as waves of pleasure washed over you.

“There you go,” Nick said, “Now you’re ready. And I am too. One second…”

You looked up and whined as Nick got off the bed. He made a tutting sound.

“No glove no love,” he said with a wink, pulling a condom out of his dresser drawer. He pulled his pants off, fully hard again. He slowly slid the condom on, clearly putting on a bit of a show. You couldn’t help but stare, desperate to feel him inside of you.

Nick got on top and pinned your hands to the bed as he slowly slid in.

“Fuck…that’s…wow you feel amazing,” Nick moaned, eyes practically crossed as he pushed all the way inside. He set a slow but steady pace, hoisting your hips up and pressing your legs back.

“Come on Nick…I know you want to go harder…” you moaned out.

There was a pause, and then Nick let out a dark laugh.

“I want it harder? I think you got things mixed up muñequita,” he said, stilling his hips. “I think you want it harder.” He began to pull out very slowly before suddenly slamming back in. “Don’t worry, I’ll give you anything you ask for.”

The smacking sound of skin on skin filled the air as he thrust deep inside you. You looked up at him and noticed he was starting at your tits, watching them bounce with every thrust.

“Like ‘em?” you asked.

“Love ‘em,” he said. “Love every fuckin’ part of you. You’re so goddamn gorgeous.”

This time you came at the same time, fireworks bursting before your eyes, legs shaking with the force of your third orgasm of the night.

The two of you slowly came down from your highs, and you could feel him going soft inside you.

“Damn,” you panted as he pulled out. “So glad I messaged you.”

Nick laughed loudly as he tied off the condom and tossed it in the trash. “You know, I’m good for other things too, not just sex.”

“Are you good for making me breakfast in the morning?” you asked, letting out a yawn.

“I’m not a bad chef,” he said with a grin, settling beside you and pulling you in for a hug. “Do waffles sound good?”

“Mmm yes,” you said. He gently kissed the tip of your nose, and the two of you cuddled close. You felt so safe and warm in his embrace. It felt so right. Maybe you wouldn’t keep things so casual after all.

[treecakes]

tagged by @loquatenjoyer69 thank you crow!!!

do you make your bed?

ummm if i have people over. or i’m going away for a few days. otherwise not really 😭

what’s your favourite number?

12!

what is your job?

i work as a student digital archivist ^_^ and photographer primarily dealing with artifacts. and most insanely and very recently a set of skulls. which i hated.

if you could go back to school would you?

i’m im undergrad still! for anthropology with a concentration in archaeology. and i want to get my masters in heritage preservation. i’m actually going to begin applications very soon…. after that who knows. but a phd scares me. and i’m content with a masters probably. lol.

can you parallel park?

ummmm maybe. badly.

a job you had that would surprise people?

no one believes me when i say i worked at a liquor store for over two years 😭 most insane job ever but it was fun and kind of low-effort when i worked mornings. which i mostly did. but my boss always Also put me on the register (alone!!!) on friday nights. which sucked so bad busiest night of the week and i was the only register. insane. but even customers thought it was weird that i worked there one guy told me i was too modest to work at a liquor store…? 🤔

do you think aliens are real?

yeah the universe is just so enormous there has to be other life out there, even if it’s not to the level of human intelligence there’s stuff out there

can you drive a manual car?

i can barely drive A Car.

what’s your guilty pleasure?

just really abysmal low quality shows movies etc. like i get so angry but that’s the fun to me i like it. keeps me entertained.

tattoos?

no but i have a few i want maybe. idk. i keep changing my mind but eventually i’ll get some probably

favourite colour?

to wear? maroon or navy blue. to look at? green.

favourite type of music?

indie/folk or rock. or jazz.

do you like puzzles?

yes!!!!!!!!!

any phobias?

if you show me a photo of a bug i get freaked out.

favourite childhood sport?

only sport i’ve ever done was x-country running in middle school and i was bad at it. otherwise i’ve always hated sports and will not partake.

do you talk to yourself?

sometimes. when i’m mad. otherwise not really.

what movie(s) do you adore?

i love kiki’s delivery service and mystere a la tour eiffel. that second one is kind of mediocre but i love it and have seen it one billion times

coffee or tea?

tea!!! i love it so much. i like white tea the most or if i have a migraine i drink peppermint for the nausea. but i have a whole collection of tea otherwise those are just my favourites

first thing you wanted to be growing up?

construction worker….

tagging?

you! the person reading this!!!! say i tagged you and i will smile so wide :)

[anemia-rp]

"Really they have? That's an interesting way to show... appreciation for someone? Also a little bit creepy though." She admitted, though she could see that he took a bit of pride in it. "I have never had anyone buy or steal anything like that from me, and I'm kind of glad." Reno couldn't imagine how uncomfortable she would be if someone had something like that of hers.

Reno couldn't help but smile back seeing his reaction. "Well I'm glad you take it that way, but I'm also wondering a little if I should be concerned." she added the last little bit in a teasing tone. "I love being a fairy, I take a lot of pride in it, but I also know that a lot of other supernatural beings think of us a weak or lowly. I don't think they realize that we have some quite powerful fairies as well." She nodded, of course she knew that werewolves could be a danger to vampires but she never knew just how dangerous they could be to vampires. "Do you come across them often or are you pretty good at avoiding them?"

"My tattoos? And which ones would you like to see? I do have quite a few, but I'm sure not nearly as many as you have. But I would love to see yours"

"Yeah, for real. That's been a joke but they really invested more than 6,000 yen into them in the end. Pretty sure they'd even buy my worn underwear, but I'm not that desperate." He huffed amusedly. "So you don't have any weird, creepy fans? Wow, would have thought you attract them as well." And this was certainly a subtle compliment coming from him.

"Nope, you don't need to be concerned. I'm not planning on doing something really evil to you. Our talk's way too nice so I'm not bored and don't get any weird ideas." After all most mischief he did was born out of boredom. "Fairies can be powerful manipulators as far as I know, what's more dangerous than physical powers but more underestimated, yeah." As so often he brought his hands to his head to check if his hair was still on fleek, all smooth and pretty, smiling widely meanwhile. "Yeah, the wolves like to disturb us, and honestly, we like to disturb them as well. Somehow we've got fun with this rivalry dynamics even, but it doesn't mean we don't fight each other mercilessly if necessary." He enjoyed fights, the bloodier the better.

"Okay, I make the start then." With this he took off his shirt, and the biggest eye catcher was probably the horned skull on his chest, but the red anarchy symbol on his stomach just as well. Probably just as much as the big bold letters forming 'Greed' underneath his belly button. He tilted his head while waiting for any reaction from Reno.

[edmetalqueer]

*!*!* Tattoos *!*!*

Pair: Eddie Munson x M!Reader.

Genre: Fluff.

Request: I thinking an Eddie one shot where the reader has more tattoo’s than him and draws all his own art for them would be super cute, like Eddie always wants to look them over or asks him to draw him something to get tatted.

Requested by @bakeryblood

WARNINGS: Swearing & Marijuana.

Y/N sat by his desk, sketching stuff. Eddie walked over to his boyfriend, resting his head on his shoulder, "Y/N, you know how you have more tattoos than me?" Eddie said, Y/N raised an eyebrow at him, smiling.

"Yup?" Y/N responded, confused. Eddie grinned widely, "Could you draw something that I could tattoo on my body?" Eddie asked, Y/N nodded, kissing his cheek. "Yup, I can do that, Prince," Y/N said, opening a new page in his notebook.

Eddie grabbed another chair and sat down next to him. Eagerly looking at the way Y/N's hand moved when he was drawing symbols & ideas. "What kind of tattoos do you want?" Y/N asked, Eddie, let out a long huff, thinking. "Something cool! Something metal-" Eddie said, giggling.

Y/N chuckled, drawing skulls. "How about something from one of your favorite bands?" Y/N asked, Eddie, nodded, "Can you draw my guitar? I'd love to get my guitar tattooed!" Eddie said, Y/N let out a giggle, smiling at his boyfriend.

Eddie went over to turn on an album from Iron Maiden, then went back to the desk, and looked at his boyfriend. Y/N started sketching Eddie's guitar, adding other cool details to it. Eddie let out an excited gasp, smiling widely. "I love you so much-" Eddie said, Y/N chuckled, giggling, "I love you too, Eddie." Y/N said.

Eddie stood up, headbanging to the song while waiting for his boyfriend to finish. Y/N laughed, tapping his foot to the beat of the music.

Y/N drew more ideas, brainstorming now. He tried to also make them unique for Eddie.

Y/N let out a groan, rubbing his eyes. Eddie threw a pillow at Y/N, grinning, "You alright, N/N?" Eddie asked, Y/N glared at him, annoyed.

"Was that necessary?" Y/N asked. Eddie shrugged, lighting a blunt. "I'm getting impatient-" he whined. Y/N sighed, getting up, and handing him the finished page. "Here you go, Eds," Y/N said, sitting down next to Eddie.

Eddie took a blow from the blunt, grinning at the page. "I love these ideas!" Eddie said, staring at the pages in awe.

Y/N kissed him on the forehead, smiling.

"Wait, can we at some point get matching tattoos!?" Eddie laughed out, looking at Y/N. Y/N stared at him, smiling, "Maybe, we will see about that." Y/N hummed, wrapping his arms around Eddie.

Eddie rested his head on Y/N's chest, exhaling the smoke from the blunt.

"I love you, Eddie Munson," "I love you too, Y/N L/N,"

A/N - I'm so sorry that it was so short, i lack of motivation, but i really loved making this! <33

[wifi-crusader]

Ultimate Soldier AU- The City of Freedom and a Tattoo

(Characters: Jean, Kaeya, Venti (mentioned), Barbruh (mentioned), Rosaria (mentioned)

Once you've entered Mondstadt, you were widely accepted by everyone. Some of the locals called it "The Great Return of God", though some were a wee bit disappointed that your entrance wasn't some big show with an chaotic ochrestra of steel. But it didn't matter did it? You're here in the flesh to see and live with your followers. The Grand Master of the Knights of Favonius, Jean, who at the time was on her morning run, caught word of you at the gate. She became worried that the first impression of her was one covered in sweat and exhaustion, but when she greeted you with shame, you told her to not worry and followed with the question of what the hell was going on.

Jean was struck with shock that you, the God she has prayed to and felt safe within your grasp (when you play her fyi), didn't know why everyone was celebrating your arrival. Perhaps you could've hit your head and forgot a long time ago. But you should not worry oh dear great one, she will help you reclaim your memory, after you get settled of course and after a bath. Once she has gotten around, she put aside her work to show you the great city. You decided to just roll with it thanks to your knowledge of her lore and thought this would serve as a break for her.

During your tour of Mondstadt, you were greeted by the many characters you came to love from the drunk archon, Venti to the popular church girl, Barbara. Even Rosaria treated you with a form of kindness.

But before being shown the beautiful city, you inquire about the Knights of Favonius defense force. You've lost your shit when you found out that the Calvary Captain doesn't have a Calvary. Let's just say the Knights are now looking for new members for it. You've also facepalmed that no Knights were guarding the side entrance. By the end of that, you swore to strangle Varka.

Anyway, many people celebrated your arrival and nearing the end of the day you were in Angels Share to hydrate yourself (for free might I add) with many of its regulars and more. While awkwardly celebrating your arrival with them. Kaeya, who was walking behind you as you talked with Diluc, saw a werid marking that resembled a curve with a spike at the end of it on the back side of your left shoulder.

The next day, Kaeya came to you to simply just "hang out". But everyone here knows he has an different motive, even you. The two of you went off some where and came across Fatui campsite. After the clash with the skirmishers that reside in it, the Pyroslinger caught your upper clothing on fire causing you to throw it off and stomp the fire out. Kaeya then saw the rest of the horn shaped marking.

It was a tattoo that covered majority of your back. The tatto was a skull with red crosshairs in the eye sockets and horns protruding out of the head, leaving some cracks on the skull.

"Ah, your grace. What is this?" Kaeya questioned as you held the expression of "what are ya talking 'bout boy?" As you then realize he meant the tattoo. "That? It was something a uh...'friend' of mine wanted me to get" you answered with a hint of sorrow in your voice. "Ooo, what's this?" You changed the topic as you grabbed the Pyroslinger's rifle. You started to get acquainted with it, smiling as you now have a weapon that's similiar to what you're used to. "Groovy" you spoke to yourself as you carried it back to Mondstadt with Kaeya following behind. He felt like he needed to know more about this story behind your painted back, maybe later. Once you got back, you found out that the people were worried sick that you left without a word.

This world will surely take some time getting used to ain't it?

[writteninkat]

Heyy🦙 I'm writing fanfiction for Hinata (form Haikyuu) and I'm gonna post it once I'm done but that's besides the point..

actually request: Any of the MHA/BNHA boys catch you writing/reading/drawing fanfiction/fan art

the characters are your pick

um- I never tell you this but dont stress yourself either🥰😚

BNHA GUYS CATCHING YOU WITH FANFICTION/FANART

w/ Bakugou, Iida, Kirishima, Denki, Shoto

warnings: suggestive themes

a/n: i'm having trouble falling asleep these days and it's taking a toll on my daily activities but i'm sure i'll manage, thank you :")

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KATSUKI BAKUGOU

catches you reading fanfiction

blond bb knows you love to read, as a matter of fact, he's aware you read more than you spend time with him. and he's alright with that cause he'd rather chill with you in silence than listen to you talk his ear out lol

just because he doesn't mind you with your hobby doesn't mean he isn't curious about it

what kind of books are you reading that have your eyes glued to your screen the whole day every day?

he never does this and really doesn't want to do it but curiosity killed the cat. as you bake cookies with Mina downstairs, you left your phone in your room to charge

Katsuki takes this as his chance to snoop. He won't go to any other app, he'll head straight to your reading apps and sites.

Jujutsu Kaisen x Reader?

Haikyuu x Reader?

Naruto x Reader?

and what the fuck is 'lemon' and 'smut'?

he puts your phone back, discreetly leaving your room to do some research in his room

ah, so you've been reading 2k-10k worth of words of fanfiction about Jujustu Kaisen, Haikyuu and Naruto characters pleasing you...

he shall now delete his search history and pretend he never found out about this part of you

TENYA IIDA

catches you drawing fanart

everyone in 1A knows you draw and that you're amazing at it

Class press never forgets/fails to compliment your drawings, even if you the pieces are half down

but that's the thing. you always let him see and sometimes you even let him watch as you draw, so why are you hiding this particular piece from him?

he guesses it's a surprise for him- but hold on, he doesn't have tattoos or pink hair. so who is it?

while you're in the bathroom, he sneakily takes a peak at your work and thinks he should regret it but honestly, the art is so good he can't even find it anything remotely negative

it's a fanart of who he remembers is Sukuna, the kind of curses from the TV show Jujutsu Kaisen. he's on a throne with a mountain of skulls underneath it, a corner of his lips tugged up into a smile as a woman's head rests in between his thighs

he probably should regret ever taking a peek but the details, holy shit. the shading, the hand- everything just sends shivers down his spine

EIJIRO KIRISHIMA

catches you writing fan fiction

red boi always loves listening to you type as you study or do your homework, he uses it as a sleeping aid. as you work diligently on your desk, he lays on your bed, slowly drifting to sleep land

today, however, your typing sounds different. it's much faster, more rushed and he can't help his curiosity from growing at how you're biting on your lip, smiling as you typed

from what he knows, you absolutely hate typing essays so why do you look so excited right now?

he lets it slide, sleeping to the sound of your rushed typing.

the next day, you ask Eijiro to bring your laptop with him cause you're about to watch a movie with the whole class and the files are in your comouter

it's not even his fault, your laptop was left open and on and when he moved to turn it off, he catches a glimpse of "Tsukishima runs a hand down your thigh, his hot breath rising goosebumps all over your body." and suddenly he's reading the whole chapter

you barge in your room, yelling and asking what took him so long only to catch him glued to your computer screen, mouth left ajar.

you quickly snatch the PC from him, earning a whine. "Give it back! I need to know if Tsukki likes me back!" He pouts.

"This isn't for you to read, Eij! Leave it alone!"

"Oh sure, so your ten thousand followers in tumblr can read it but I, your boyfriend, can't. Okay, yeah. I see just how Eijirophobic you are."

he's pouting the whole day until you finally give in and let him read your drafts. allowing him to correct your grammar and spelling errors along the way

SHOTO TODOROKI

catches you reading fan fiction

this man is utterly confused why you're suddenly reading so much and how your vocabulary is slowly expanding but he's happy for you

as the both of you are in his room, silent as the both of you read your own books, Shoto can't help but get curious

so as you fall asleep with your phone still turned on, he takes his chance to get a peek

he also wants to read the books you're reading, he wants to learn more and improve himself. if your english grades had risen up from reading what you read, surely he'll also learn from how "Toji places your leg on his shoulder as he continues to pound in"-

as a matter of fact maybe he is okay with what he knows now. sometimes ignorance is bliss after all

DENKI KAMINARI

catches you watching fanart

you've forgotten about the wall of mirrors behind you and you're scrolling down your current favorite artist's twitter page, flood liking their posts

mind you their fanarts are 18+ so you thought it'd be best to face your boyfriend so he won't be able to see what you're looking at.

no, yeah you're a complete idiot.

Denki presses his lips together, trying to contain his laughter as he videotapes your reflection. you're zooming into the intricate details of a Gojo fanart with his blue polo shirt completely unbuttoned and sweat glistens over his sculpted abs

"Babe what are you doing?" Denki asks, now zooming into your face after showing to the camera what you're zooming in to

"There's a mirror behind me, is there?" You ask, now feeling like a complete idiot as your boyfriend laughs, absolutely no sound coming out of his mouth as his mouth stretches widely

You face your phone screen at him, showing the fanart. "I'd cheat on you with Gojo."

Denki continues laughing, now out of breath. "And of course I'd be pissed cause why the hell did Gojo pick you and not me?"

[mxchellesworld]

punk rock princess

spencer reid x reader

synopsis; where spencer’s working on the final paper for his third phd meanwhile you take on the task of making sure he takes a break.

warnings; smut, p in v, unprotected sex, creampie, sub!spence if you squint, nipple piercings;),

a/n; i’m not saying this is my fantasy but .. this is my fantasy,, inspired by this song, y’all know the drill. you don't have to listen while reading but i always love to set the vibe. lastly y/n doesn't have any mentioned features or looks besides piercings/tattoos,, the rest is all up to you:)

pls send in feedback!

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A shiver crawled down your spine from the first squirt of dye hitting your scalp. The bubblegum pink shade being a change from the firey red which inhabited your head a mere 24 hours prior.

The process was muscle memory at this point. Brushing out your hair then parting and sectioning it off. However that was the only methodical part. The fun was in slapping on the dye, not a single worry about staining your hands or neck.

The sounds of heavy drums and bass guitar bounced off the walls in the bathroom of the small apartment. Even though the door was shut it wasn't enough to stop the sound from flowing into the living room where your boyfriend was working.

Spencer sat at the dining table, flipping through copious amounts of folders and books. His third thesis in the process of being written. The computer screen in front of him looking back with a mocking glow. Since apparently things had to be digital now.

Your feet padding on the wooden floor made him look up from the pages. Humming to the music as you walked into your bedroom. Then back out a few seconds later holding a towel and robe.

A small smile tugged across his face. Ever since you had moved in together he loved to watch your day to day actions. The way you played your music concerningly loud, your skincare routine which included cleaning your facial piercings. What fascinated him the most was that in the 13 months you’d been together he’d seen you dye your hair 7 times.

Not including any touch ups.

He stood from his place at the table, making his way to the bathroom. Two quick rasps on the door to check if you were decent. The action made you giggle.

“Come in!” you called, “I don’t know why you knock weirdo you’ve seen me naked plenty of times.”

A blush spread across his cheeks from both your words and your state of undress. His eyes tried to focus on the splotches of color on the counter, keeping the blood flowing to the head on his shoulders.

But it was hard when the sheer bralette you had on did very little to hide the metal bars in each of your breasts.

“Spence?” you said snapping a fingers in front of him.

He cleared his throat, eyes snapping to your face which held a smirk.

“Are uh those n-new?” he questioned, hand going to scratch the nape of his neck.

The usual silver balls at the end of the bars were now tiny jewell hearts. The color was a little hard to tell due to the material of your bra but from the change in your hair he could almost bet money they were also pink.

With swift hands you unclipped your bra and threw it on the closed toilet seat before turning to face him.

“Got them when I bought the dye yesterday,” you said pushing your boobs up with your hands, “You like?”

Spencer’s eyes were as big as saucers, frantically nodding, “Y-yeah they look nice.”

You dropped your hands to your hips, tugging off the shorts you had on. The wide brown eyes before you couldn’t get any bigger, trailing down your frame stopping to admire the bar in your belly button along with the ink which littered your ribs.

He watched as you got to your knees, turning on the bath faucet. You dipped your head under the water, a stream of pink filling the tub.

The slope of your spine bent over was a sight he'd seen more than enough times. He could pinpoint the beauty marks on your left shoulder, the small sun he sketched which ended up permanently on the back of your neck. But if he let his gaze drift a little further south he could see how deliciously the dark lace looked barley covering up your most intimate parts.

A smack to his calf got his attention.

“Earth to Spencer! Can you hand me the shampoo,” you asked which came out sounding a bit muffled.

He quickly scurried to the tub and reached over to grab the bottle, squeezing a bit of gel onto your open palm.

"I'm gonna go work on my thesis some more," Spencer said slowly shutting the door behind him.

Making his way back to the living room, he pulled a few files and sat down on the couch. Glasses sat on the bridge of his nose and red pen between his teeth and he stared in concentration.

They were the same words he had read over and over again. The lack of sleep causing a dull ache in his skull.

"You need to take a break love," you said walking over and sitting next to Spencer on the couch.

"I did take one," he argued back flipping through the file.

"Gawking at me before I shower for 2 minutes isn't a break," you said with a giggle, the warmth flooding back to his cheeks, "Cmon 25 minutes at least without a file in your hand. "

When he didn't respond you took matters into your own hands. Ripping the file from his grasp, earning a grumble of disapproval before you straddled his hips. Your arms circled his neck and your hands went straight to the back of his scalp, fingertips running in soothing motions.

"Isn't this so much better baby," you asked whispering in his ear.

He nodded quickly, staying silent as he let his actions speak louder. His large palms went right to your plush hips. Bucking up as he led you to grind yourself on his lap.

Letting his hands explore the material of your satin rope he could feel the lack of undergarments on your frame. Spencer dared to let his hands dip under the black fabric and take each one of your cheeks in the palm of your hand with a gentle squeeze.

You could feel his cock stiffening under you. If you looked down you'd probably be able to see a wet spot on his sweats, most likely a mix of your arousals.

Leaning forward you let your lips attack his neck, placing sloppy kisses sure to leave marks. The process of licking and biting making Spencer hold onto you tighter, almost as if he had his very own vampire to mark him up.

Trailing up to his ear you bit on the lobe before whispering, "Tell me what you need baby."

Lust filled brown orbs met your own as you each continued your steady grind.

"Please fuck me," he pleaded.

If only he knew how wrapped around his finger you were. As pretty as he sounded begging you'd give him anything.

You pulled the metal frames off his face, tossing them to the other side of the couch. He had complained one too many times about foggy glasses during sex. No matter how cute you thought he looked.

Your hands slid down his torso and reached to pull down his sweats. His precum soaked length was heavy in your hands. Pretty pink tip leaky and throbbing already. The first few pumps had whiny moans slipping from his lips, red from biting so hard.

"Unwrap me baby, it's all for you," you said tilting your head down, motioning to the strings holding your robe together.

Quickly he let his slender fingers go to the ends, a swift tug and it was like opening a gift on Christmas. Leaning forward he let his lips wrap around one of your nipples. A strangled moan leaving your mouth from the stimulation.

With a raise of your hips you lined his cock with your opening before sliding down. You both sighed at the same time, the feeling of him stretching you out and your warm walls hugging his length was just too good.

Slowly you rocked your hips testing the waters, soft gasps and curses left your lips. You could feel very vein and inch stuffed inside you.

Spencer on the other hand was having an out of body experience, there wasn't an inch of your skin which was left untouched. Unkissed. After you were settled he raised his hips meeting you halfway with each thrust.

"You're doing so well baby," you cooed down at him, "You love when I ride you hm? Best fucking seat in the house."

His eyes shut closed in pleasure as your pace quickened, "Love it so much. So so pretty," he mumbled out.

His arms pulled you close again. Chest to chest as you continued your movements. Your lips met in a lazy kiss, panting in each others mouths when you ran out of air.

You could feel him pulsating inside you. The iron grip he had on your hips as he helped drive you up and down on his cock was sure to feel sore the next day. His shoulders were sure to have corresponding crescent marks from your nails digging in.

"Touch me Spence m'so close love," you said breathlessly.

One of his hands fell down to the space where you both connected. Skilled fingers rubbing your sensitive bundle of nerves in quick circular motions.

Loud moans escaped your lips. Your head fell back to the familiar junction of his neck and shoulder, biting the skin in order to stifle your noises of pleasure.

"Y/n I can't hold it any longer, please cum with me," he whimpered out.

Nodding your head you grabbed onto the back of his neck, "Right behind you baby. Let go for me, I got you."

With a few more upward thrusts you felt him pull you down onto his cock, warmth spreading in your tummy. The feeling of his seed filling you up and his euphoric groans sent you over the edge.

You both rode out your orgasms, swiveling hips and satisfactory sighs of release leaving your lips.

After a few minutes of content silence listening to the music still flowing through the hall you moved to get up, the sticky mess between your thighs less than comfortable.

Warm arms kept you in place, denying your movement.

"Spence I gotta clean up," you said trying to push yourself off his chest.

"If I remember correctly you said at least 25 minutes and from my calculations I have 3 minutes and 38 seconds left of cuddle time," the lanky man under you said matter of factly.

You rolled your eyes, sighing but resting your head back on his shoulder, "If I get a UTI thats 3 minutes and 38 seconds of me playing screamo in your ear at full volume."

With one last squeeze he kissed the side of your head, the scent of ammonia only sightly bothering him, "Worth it."

[restapesta]

If somebody had ever told Mickey that, one day, he'd be chilling at the beach with two girls, one a whiny toddler, the other one a whiny tween, he wouldn't have believed them.

Especially if one happened to be his daughter and the other one his niece.

Franny was sitting cross-legged on one of the towels, earbuds stuck deep into her ears, some heavy-metal shit busting through her skull, loud enough for the entire beach to hear.

She was being prissy the whole day, the puberty thing hitting her like a truck, destroying the sweet, innocent Franny and leaving a monster in its wake.

A very temperamental monster that Mickey had offered to take off of Debbie's hands as a favor to Sandy who was planning on using up the day for sex Mickey did not need to know about. She had spewed some shit about her and Debbie not spending enough time together due to the—as she so nicely put it—needy brat, and, Franny actually likes you Mickey, please!.

And well, he actually liked Franny too, so he said yes.

It would've been a great day at the beach, it really would have, had Franny not said upon seeing Ian getting ready to go with them, "Uh, no, just me and uncle Mick."

Ian had given Franny the most surprised/slightly-wounded look and simply nodded.

But then he turned to Mickey and thrust the sleepy baby he had been holding into his hands, saying, with a slightly indigent look, "Father-daughter day too, yeah? Wanna grab some beers with my brothers."

And with a begrudging glare sent towards Ian, followed by the same Ian smiling and pressing a kiss to both Mickey's and their daughter's head, Mickey was off with two girls to the loud, obnoxious beach where he would be playing caretaker all day.

Mickey also didn't miss the daggers Franny was shooting towards them all, a scowl etched on her face.

Alas, they were at the fucking beach.

His little girl was bouncing on his knee as he shook the car keys in front of her, tiny hands reaching out to grasp them like a kitten. Mickey was smiling softly as he watched his daughter purse her tiny lips in concentration and try and catch the jingling metal that Mickey was pulling out of her reach each time she got too close.

A small red baseball hat was perched up on her head, and they were in the shade, making sure the one-year-old wasn't in the Sun's way at any given moment.

"Come on, baby," Mickey cooed in a voice he had never, in his life, imagined he would use. "You're a Milkovich, you can do it."

The little girl giggled and then with a newfound determination, lunged for the keys, tearing them out of her dad's grip.

She looked up at him expectantly.

Mickey raised his hand in a high-five and bounced their hands softly together, noting how tiny hers looked compared to his. "Good job girl, making dad proud."

He sported a wide smile on his face as he watched his daughter play with the keys, seemingly forgetting about him altogether.

Mickey was, in fact, so lost in thought of how fucking lucky he was—with Ian, his kid, his family—that he didn't even notice Franny huffing, tearing the earbuds out of her ears violently, getting up from where she was sitting, and stomping away.

When he did though, he was not too happy about having to get up and chase a hormonal teenager down the beach with a baby in his hands.

But, alas, he did.

"Franny!" He said once he was close enough, the toddler in his hands making whimpering sounds as she chewed on the keys.

He moved them away from her mouth once he noticed, sending her a warning glare, muttering slowly so she would understand, "Eating keys is a no-no."

She simply blinked.

She was so fucking cute.

"Ugh!" Mickey snapped his head towards Franny who was grasping strands of her long, red hair in her hands, tugging at them in exasperation. "This is what I'm talking about! This!"

Mickey had no fucking clue what was going on. In fact, all he wanted was for Ian to be there alongside him, guiding Mickey through this like he did through a lot of things. He would know what the fuck was going on in the first place.

He wondered if his own little girl would end up blowing up on him some day over something on a public beach with a bunch of people staring.

He hoped so—it'd make him proud.

He turned his attention back to his niece.

"Franny, look, I have no clue what you're so pissy about."

She snorted, eyes rolling. "Of course you don't. If you weren't staring at that goddamn baby every two seconds maybe you would notice!"

Staring at that goddamn baby? He shot Franny a look. "You mean my kid?"

She screamed, making Mickey cringe, "Ugh!"—right before stomping away back to their towels.

Mickey watched his niece go, lips parted.

What the fuck just happened?

---

The car ride back home was spent in silence.

In fact, the entire day had been spent in silence, the only thing filling the void being the chatter from the beach and the toddler's giggles.

When Mickey dropped Franny off back at the Gallagher house, she shut the door with all the strength Mickey didn't know she possessed, making the car shudder, and subsequently making the little girl in the back whimper in what was the beginning of a cry.

Needless to say, the day had gone to shit.

He drove back home in what should have been silence, but was instead the wailing of a Milkovich baby.

She calmed down by the time they were at the door to their home.

Fuck, Mickey was fucking exhausted.

As soon as the two came into Ian's view—the same Ian who was sipping on a lemonade with a gay-ass straw—his face split into a wide grin. He grabbed their daughter from Mickey's arms, hugging her close.

"Hello my little tomato." He kissed the top of her tiny head, making her smile and laugh.

He then glanced at Mickey, a sly smirk replacing the sweet smile.

"Hello my big tomato."

Mickey rolled his eyes, but let himself be pulled in towards his husband, careful not to squish their child. They kissed slowly, Mickey forgetting the turmoils of the day and Franny's outburst.

Just as he was about to deepen the kiss, Mickey felt tiny arms pushing his face, making him pull away from Ian.

He glanced down at the pouting, angry child. Her cheeks were chubbier than usual, eyes squinting as she tried to pry her dads apart.

Mickey stared. "What's she doing?"

In response, Ian chuckled and replied, again kissing her cheeks, "Somebody's jealous, aren't you, little one?"

And that was when it clicked.

Franny. Her outburst. The way she glared at Ian. The way she glared at their baby girl.

Franny was jealous.

She was fucking jealous.

"Hey man, you alright?"

Mickey sighed, meeting Ian's eyes. The baby was falling asleep in his arms.

"I gotta go do something real quick, I'll be back."

Ian's brows furrowed. "What is that something, exactly?"

Just as Mickey grabbed his keys again, pressing a kiss to Ian's cheek, he said, "I need to apologize to Franny," Then he headed back towards the Gallagher house where she was probably still seething.

---

When Franny saw Mickey at the door of her room, she shut the door in his face.

"Oh, come on, kid!" He knocked again, feeling slightly irritated. "Open the fuck up!"

The door shimmied open slowly, a frowning Franny appearing before him. As soon as she let go of the knob, she crossed her arms indignantly across her chest, staring Mickey down.

Mickey took notice of the RED-HEAD tattooed across her knuckles with a red sharpie, an imitation of Mickey's tats. He smiled at them, seeing how she must've done it as soon as she came back home.

"I like them," He pointed at her hands making her twist the hand with the HEAD on it, inspecting it.

She didn't reply.

Mickey sighed, crossing his own arms. And before he knew he was doing it, he said, "I'm sorry."

Franny raised an eyebrow.

"For not spending the day with you like you deserved." He continued.

Franny scoffed, the first animate thing she did since he arrived. "You mean for staring at that tiny monster the entire time?"

Yup, Mickey thought, jealous.

"Cute tiny monster," He corrected making her scowl deepen and fists visibly clench. Then he quickly added, "Yeah, I'm sorry."

Franny gnawed in her lip for a few moments before letting out a loud sigh. She eyed Mickey once, from head to toe, before relenting.

"Fine," The redhead huffed. "But you're taking me out tomorrow. No Ian, no baby, just you and me, uncle-niece bonding time."

Mickey smiled at the girl, so little, yet so grown up, and he wondered how he truly wanted his own daughter to grow up to be like Franny, taking nobody's shit.

"Deal," He extended his hand for her to shake, which she took. The girl had a firm grasp. "I'll take you on a proper date, my lady. Dinner at McDonald's and paintball so we can shoot some shit. That good?"

Franny smiled widely, remanding Mickey so much of Ian, running towards him swiftly, and wrapping her arms around his torso.

"I love you uncle Mickey," She murmured against his shirt, the sound muffled.

He pressed a kiss to the top of her orange head.

"Love you too, baby carrots."

He really did.

[bestiesenpai]

tattoo artist sukuna

I am way overdo to get my sleeve finished and I’m already itching to get a full back piece, so this is right up my alley. Gender neutral reader, and if you’d like to see the tattoo style i reference please go to @/novchild.jpg on instagram :)

It was a spur of the moment decision that led you to drive downtown with your friends at nearly midnight, drunk off each other's energy and eager to do something reckless. Speeding down the motorway, you scrolled through Instagram in search of a tattoo artist.

“Are you guys sure about this?” Your nerves had finally caught up to you as the car was parked in front of the studio you all chose. It was a typical brick and mortar building with a large skull painted on the only window to the outside world. There were a few bald men smoking cigarettes right outside the door, scrawling ink covering their exposed hands and faces.

“Yeah, c’mon!” No one waited for you, everyone climbing out of the car in excitement. Slowly, you got out of the car as well, head down as you walked past the men and into the shop.

Loud, blaring metal music met your ears, jarring you upright and tense. There wasn’t anyone you could see at the front desk, the only workers were huddled in a back corner leaning over something and laughing.

“Which one should I get?” Your attention was drawn away from the men in the corner and to the art hanging on the wall, all different flash sheets from various artists. Some were more gory, clearly drawing inspiration from horror movies while other pieces were bright and colorful, like bubblegum pop come to life.

“Hey.” A gruff voice cut through the loud music, and a man was now leaning against the front desk, spiky black hair in a ponytail with a bored look on his face and several piercings in both ears. He was clearly sizing you up, the black bar going across his nose moving as he did.

Unprepared to speak to him, you were happy when someone else stepped in and started chatting about prices. The man at the counter had on a hoodie with the sleeves rolled up, exposing one full arm and hand that was completely blacked out.

“Choso, any customers?” Another shouted, a man wide in stature with long hair. He sauntered up to the counter, tight black t-shirt showing off the traditional Japanese work covering every inch of skin.

“Getou, can’t you see?” Choso rolled his eyes and gestured to your little group.

“I can’t make conversation?” Pulling a face at Choso, Getou leaned his elbows on the counter and flashed a wide grin at all of you. “So, who’s the first to get some ink?” His narrowed eyes looked over your bare skin and you could see the wheels turning in his head.

“I am! I want that one!” One of your friends pointed at the wall, making Getou hum and nod.

“That’s Gojo’s work, he loves to draw the cute shit. I’ll call him over.” As a white haired man walked over at Geto’s call, one by one your friends made their decisions and were paired with artists.

“What did you choose, (Y/N)?” A friend asked, seeing you still stuck staring at the wall.

“I don’t know!” Throwing your head back, you were beginning to regret even tagging along. There were simply too many options and the task of picking something was daunting.

“Having a hard time choosing?” A flash of white crosses your vision and soon Gojo is leaning down into your field of vision, piercing blue eyes staring at you curiously.

“U-uh yeah.” Stumbling back from how close his face is, you realize how tall he is when he stands up straight, hands shoved into his pockets.

“Me and another guy just got done making a new flash sheet, lemme show you.” It takes him only a couple seconds to go back to his station and come back with a piece of thick paper with drawings on it.

Taking the paper, the drawings were unexpectedly cute. A lot of them looked like rough sketches or crayon drawings, simple in concept but intricate in detail.

“I’ll take this one.” Pointing at a mid-sized crayon drawing, your mouth ticked up in a smile as Gojo took the paper from you with sparkling eyes.

“That one is so cute, good choice! One sec!” Tossing the paper down, he dashes away shouting nonsensical words towards the back of the shop where they’d all been huddled up. “Sukuna! Someones here for ya!”

Rising straight up from a chair with a loud groan, a shirtless pink haired man glared sharply at Gojo. Even from a distance you can see the sharp black lines tattooed across his face and down his body, circles on each shoulder, dashed lines across his chest down his stomach and around his wrists as well.

“Geez you can really yell, you know that?” Running a hand through his hair roughly, Sukuna stands up, flexing his muscles and unknowingly giving the whole shop a show of his chiseled physique.

“There’s a client here to get a piece we made together earlier.” Shoving the paper in his face, Gojo points to the piece you selected. Sukuna mumbles a few words and sets his eyes on you, walking over with a swagger that makes you nervous.

“Alright, where do you want it?” Leaning close to you, Sukuna quirks a brow.

“I don’t know.” You sigh softly, looking down at your arms and legs. “I don’t-”

“Your arm, right here.” Grabbing onto your arm, Sukuna turns it outward to expose the flesh of your inner arm. “It would look good right here, about the size of my palm.”

“O-oh okay.” Nodding quickly, your face is burning when he lets go. His touch still lingered on your skin, the edge of his black painted fingernails digging in briefly as they squeezed you.

“I’ll be ready in ten minutes, go sign the paperwork.” Sukuna speaks with his back to you, already walking to the station he had been sleeping at and setting up. Rushing to fill in the proper papers, you wait nervously at the front of the shop for your turn.

The rest of your friends are already getting started, the whir of the tattoo machines adding to the ambience of the shop. With a wave Sukuna calls you over to his corner, still shirtless with a pair of gloves on.

“Hold out your arm.” Grabbing you once again, Sukuna angles your arm in front of a mirror by the table. Rubbing ointment on your skin, he sticks the stencil on and rubs firmly, making you squirm from the tickle of his hand getting close to your armpit.

“What do you think?” Stepping to the side, he looks at you in the mirror. “Little to the left? Right?”

“No, it’s perfect.” The longer you look at it, the longer you love it. Giving you a pat on the shoulder, Sukuna led you to the table, having you lay down and stick your arm out.

“This your first one, I can tell.” He said, adjusting your body how he seemed fit and rubbing more ointment on you.

“It’s that obvious?”

“Oh yeah, only a first timer would get something like this from me.” A cocky grin spread across his face and he gestured to the wall behind your head, covered in realistic black and white portraits. “This is normally my speciality.”

“You drew yourself?” Pointing up at one of the pictures that looked exactly like him minus the face tattoos, you chuckled.

“Nah, that’s my twin.” Your brows rose in surprise and you looked between Sukuna and the picture.

“Does he have-?” You waved over your face and body.

“He’s too scared to get a tattoo, says he’ll get ink poisoning and die.” Sukuna laughed, pouring out the various colored ink into little cups. “Won’t even let me do a tiny dot on him!”

“Safe to say you two are pretty different then.” You found yourself laughing a little as well, eased at Sukunas laid back nature.

“Mhmm, he’s busy going on the straight and narrow while I’m here ‘ruining my body’ as our grandpa likes to say.” Flashing quick air quotes, Sukuna revs up the machine and fiddles with the buttons. “Alright, you ready for this? Won’t have virgin skin anymore after this.”

“Yes!” Clenching and unclenching your fist, you pushed a deep breath through your mouth.

“If you start to cry, I won’t stop. And if you pass out, I’ll just wake you up.” That was his final warning before he leaned forward, using one large gloved hand to spread the skin of your arm taut.

The first prick of the needle against your skin made you jolt, sucking in a sharp breath and making your eyes fly open. Sukuna snorted, wiped your arm with a towel and kept going. Honing in on the marks and exposed pipes in the ceiling, you tried not to twitch from the needle anymore.

“You’re doing pretty well.” Sukuna mumbled, briefly sitting up and dipping in for more ink.

“Really?” Taking a look at the tattoo, you were surprised to see only one line had been done. It felt like at least three were placed into you.

“Yeah, don’t screw it up.” Sticking his tongue out at you, Sukuna went back to work. Transfixed on watching him, you saw the lines go into your skin, overflowing with ink and being wiped away repeatedly. You were also watching the way Sukuna’s arms flexed, the muscles in his body all on display right in front of you.

“Tell me about yourself while you stare at me.” Sukuna said, not looking up from your arm. Immediately, your head whipped away from him and a deep burn ran over your face. Sukuna laughed at your embarrassment, patting your arm with the paper towel a few times.

“Sorry.”

“It’s okay, you’re not the first one to do it.” That didn’t make it any better. Slapping a hand over your face, you let out an unintelligible noise from the back of your throat.

“Just great.”

“It’s okay to say you have a crush on me, a lot of people that come to the shop do.”

“Sukuna!” Laughing through the shame, you glanced over at him.

“Hey, it’s the truth.” He shrugged nonchalantly.

“Well can you blame them when you’re built like that?” Feeling emboldened by the late night hour, you took a rather obvious look at Sukuna’s body. With only a pair of sweatpants on, you could see nearly all the tattoos he had.

“Aw thanks doll, I work out.” Sukuna shot a wink at you, briefly flexing both arms and making you blush again. “But enough about me, what about you? What made you come here so late at night?”

“My friends and I wanted to do something spontaneous.” Returning your gaze to the ceiling, the ache from the tattoo gun was beginning to settle into your skin. “And what better way to be spontaneous than to get a tattoo?”

“Ha, I hear that.”

“Why’d you get the ones on your face and stuff?”

“Thought they’d make me look cool, and I was right.” Giggling at his honesty, you quickly nodded in agreement.

“The ones on your face, did they hurt really bad?”

“The ones near my eyes yeah, those hurt the most. But thankfully Choso has a steady hand, so it didn’t last too long.”

Absentmindedly, you ran your fingers over your own face, drawing along the edge of your jaw and eye socket. There was no way you could get your face tattooed as heavily as Sukuna had, if at all ever. You had only just now gotten used to the pain of the needle on your arm and you were still twitching every so often.

“How’re you holding up so far?” Sukuna whispers close to your ear ten quiet minutes later. He’s completely focused on tattooing you yet his face is close enough that if you leaned up a little, you could graze his hair with your nose.

“Fine.” You whisper back, suddenly feeling awkward with the low tone of his voice.

“That’s good doll, real good.” His voice dropped even lower, overcompensating for the song ending over the stereo speakers. Trying not to stare at his serious expression, you look over at the other stations. Gojo is chatting up your friend excitedly, and there’s a number of colorful inks laid out before him. Choso and Geto are hard at work as well, with Choso pointedly not speaking, and a blonde man you’d noticed drinking a large mug of black coffee earlier with his button up sleeve rolled up to reveal two dragons on his forearms.

Just as the pain in your arm was starting to truly burn, the tattoo was over. Sukuna washed it down gently, patting your arm and humming to the song playing. Sitting up with a short grunt, he flicked his head to the mirror.

“Go ahead and take a look.”

Sliding slowly off the table, you held your arm out awkwardly and stood in front of the mirror. Your arm was slightly swollen and stinging, shoulder stiff from being in the same position for so long, but a smile spread on your cheeks.

“I love it.” It looked exactly like the picture: a crayon style drawing of a brown haired girl in a giant green frog, a big pout on her lips while the frog sat on a lily pad.

“Lemme snap a couple quick photos before I wrap you up.” Already with his phone out, Sukuna was quick at taking pictures, posing you like when he’d put the stencil on. “I’ll run down the aftercare stuff with you, also give you a card in case you forget any of it.”

You didn’t hear a thing he said about aftercare. Standing nearly chest to chest with Sukuna while he rubbed ointment on your skin and wrapped your tattoo up, the way his arms nearly wrapped around you to put the cover on, the gentle touch of his fingers pressing medical tape to your skin, even the way he was breathing softly and looking at you - it all had you distracted.

“Alright, you’re all done.” Sukuna patted your arm, breaking you from your trance.

“Thank you so much!” Looking down at your tightly bandaged arm, you could feel the intense heat radiating out of it. You quickly snapped your own picture of the bandage as Sukuna dug around in a drawer.

“And since I could tell you were zoning the fuck out just now, I wrote my number down on the aftercare sheet, so text me if you have any questions.” Holding the paper out to you, Sukuna had indeed scribbled his phone number on the paper in thick black marker.

“Can I really just text you?” Taking the paper hesitantly, you fiddled with it in your hands.

“Of course! I want your tattoo to heal well!” Sukuna nodded, throwing his arms out dramatically. Waiting for you to gather your stuff, he walked you to the front of the shop. “Text me anytime doll, I stay up late.” He whispered right before you got to the front counter, making your jaw drop and ears burn.

“(Y/N), you really got a girl in a frog?” A friend laughed, a bandage wrapped around their thigh.

“It’s cute!” You defended it, holding your arm close to your body.

“The cutest fucking one.” Sukuna added on, slapping the counter and pointing at everyone.

“Aren’t you cold without a shirt on?” Choso mumbled, typing away on his phone in the corner.

“No ‘cause I’m not anemic like you are.”

“It’s still cold outside.”

“Doesn’t mean it’s cold in here!” The two of them quickly devolved into petty squabble, giving each other light hearted shoves in the shoulder while Geto collected the money from everyone.

“Bye, thank you so much!” You all called out as you left, waving goodbye and shrugging your jackets back on.

“I’ll be waiting for that text, doll!” Sukuna shouted right as you stepped out, blowing you a kiss when you whipped your head over your shoulder in shock.

“Text? Were you flirting with him?” A slew of curious looks were thrown your way, making your shock even worse.

“N-no!” You stuttered and immediately grimaced at it, face getting warmer as you climbed into the car. “We were just talking while he tattooed me, he just wants to make sure it heals right.”

“Mhmm, whatever you say. Let’s go to the drive through now, Geto told me to eat something after getting tattooed!”

“Hey check Sukuna’s Instagram story, he already posted your tattoo (Y/N)!”

“Really?” Rushing to pull out your phone, it was indeed true. Sukuna had posted one of the pictures he took of your arm, a few silly frog gifs surrounding it, with the caption ‘painted a pretty doll with a pretty frog, hope they come back for more xx’.

“You two were definitely flirting!” Shouts resounded in the car, everyone giggling wildly at the caption. Giggling along with them, you quickly typed a message to Sukuna.

(Y/N): hey Sukuna this is (Y/N). Thanks again for the frog! And the picture you posted on your story looks really good :)

(Sukuna): no problem doll

(Sukuna): next time you want a tattoo, text me and i’ll draw up whatever you want

“Sukuna said he wanted to tattoo me again!” You announced to your friends, all of them oohing and crowding around your phone. “What should I say?”

“I’ll do it!” Someone snatched your phone before you could say anything, rapidly shooting off a message and tossing the device back to you.

(Y/N): are you free tomorrow?

“He’s not gonna-” Right as you were beginning to shake your head and type another message, he replied.

(Sukuna): for you? of course

[spxllcxstxr]

Being Regulus’ S/O and Watching Him be Corrupted by His Family • Headcanon

(GIF not mine)

Warnings: angst! The Dark Mark, Voldemort, the Noble house of black deserves their own warning, death mention, poor regulus

Request: hi beautiful! could i request headcanons for regulus black's s/o? a female one if it's not too much trouble:) could i get some angst with reader saying "All I ever wanted was your approval, because I didn't know I was allowed to want anything else." if that might be too triggering, please feel free to ignore that part. maybe regulus is being "corrupted" by his mother and starting to turn into what she wants him to be? and the reader disapproves and tries to get him to realize that what he's doing is wrong? take care of yourself, luv <3 — @lucellence

A.N: oops I like this, I think. There’s more dialogue than I thought but that’s ok. I hope you guys enjoy! And love you all ❤️

Your boyfriend, Regulus Black, started acting odd after winter break in your fifth year

Sure, he was always soft spoken and a little distant before, but this was different

He wanted to be alone more often and always looked like he never actually slept at night

Avery, Mulciber, and Rosier started hanging around you, Regulus, and Barty in the Great Hall

You could deal with Barty, he and Regulus were friends since they were 11

But the other three?

They were known bullies and blood supremacists

They made you uncomfortable

“Reg can we please go somewhere else?”

“(Y/n)—“

“Please Reg?”

He looks so torn. Glancing between his new friends and the love of his life

“Yeah, ok”

So you go and sit at the top of the Astronomy tower or in the far corner of the library

But he doesn’t look all there

He’s listening to you and smiling at you

But he still looks like he’d rather be with them

And it hurts

He also stops complaining about his mother and his other family members

In fact, you try to talk to him about the many letters he gets from his mother and sometimes even Bellatrix, but he refuses to acknowledge them

He doesn’t open them at the table, he stuffs them in his robes and opens them in private in his own dorm

“They aren’t important, ma colombe (my dove in French according to Google). So don’t worry about it.”

“If they aren’t important, then why are you getting one from Narcissa’s boyfriend as well?”

“He just...wants to get to know the family better, (Y/n). You know he’s planning on proposing to her soon.”

“Yeah...I guess that makes sense.”

But if it was such an innocent letter, why was he hiding it from you?

You notice that Regulus’ eyes never settle

His light grey eyes constantly flick around like he’s suspicious of every little movement

This continues until you have to part ways at the end of the year

He’s not allowed to visit you

You’re not allowed to visit him

“You’ll stay safe, right Reg?”

“You worry about me too much, ma colombe.”

“Well when you live with that Merlin awful mother of yours—“

“Honestly, she’s not that bad, (Y/n).”

“Not that bad? Regulus are you serious?”

“No, I’m Regulus—“

“Ugh, you’re lucky I love you.”

“Indeed I am...” He mumbles under his breath

But the train finally stops, meaning Regulus has to rush off to meet his father in the platform

He presses a quick kiss to your lips before rushing out, barely promising to write over the summer

Regulus writes to you here and there

Not as often as usual

Then, in July, he stops writing altogether

This could be for a number of reasons, honestly, and none of them good

You hope he’s alright

You get one letter late in August

The script is shaky and barely legible

Smudged in certain places like he didn’t wait for the ink to dry before sending it

Dearest (Y/n),

Sorry for the late reply, mother wanted visit our cousins in Germany Bulgaria their estate in France.

I truly wanted to write back, but you know my family. I never had time alone. Always watching, they are.

It sounds like you’ve had an amazing summer, and I can’t wait to see you on the train.

Be careful out there,

RAB

The uneasiness doesn’t go away

Because you know he’s lying

You don’t send a reply, knowing full well that you won’t get another letter from him

You meet him on the Hogwarts Express

The hug is quick and is only with one arm—his left one staying at his side at all times

Much to your dismay

You have to share your compartment

You’re squished next to the window, Regulus next to you, Barty next to him

Avery, Mulciber, and Rosier across from you

You hate every minute of it

They sneer at you the entire time

You study your boyfriend the entire way to school

How he has darker bags under his eyes

And his hair isn’t as neat and proper as usual

His clothes are stiffer and heavier on his smaller frame

Skin paler, eyes duller

He tries to act casual, his left arm just out of the way of the action

But you notice as he sometimes winces during a turn or cradles it closer to his body

You grow suspicious

Let’s flashfowards a bit to....November

It’s the middle of the night and you’re following Regulus down to the library

He’s alone, looking like he doesn’t want to be caught

He quickly starts rummaging through the Restricted Section

Which isn’t bad, everyone sneaks into the Restricted Section at least once in their Hogwarts careers

But then he starts flipping through books about Dark Magic

And the sleeve of his grey jumper starts to roll up

And you see it

The Dark Mark

Black and wriggling against his pale flesh

“What have they done to you, Regulus?”

He whips his head to your frame so fast, his books clatter to the ground

His eyes widen in fear

“(Y/n), I can explain.”

“You can explain?” You’re starting to shout

“(Y/n), let’s take this somewhere else. Please—“

“What? You don’t want me to expose you? Expose you for being a Death—“

“Silencio!”

And suddenly your screams are cut off, you look at him, tears in your eyes

“Oh Salazar, I’m sorry.” He looks like he’s about to cry, pacing in front of you, fingers tightly grasping his hair in panic. “I’m so so sorry, (Y/n)...”

He reaches out to you

“I’m going to take you somewhere, ok? We need to go before we get caught. Please. Please just trust me.”

Reluctantly you follow him to the Room of Requirement

Which has taken the form of a similar library

Shelves lined with books and other magical artifacts

He quickly reverses the spell once the door is closed

“What the hell, Regulus?”

“I—“

“Let me see it.”

You push his sleeve up to once again reveal the inky snake and skull tattoo across his forearm

“Oh Regulus...”

“I couldn’t stop it.” His voice wavers and he’s trying to push back tears. “They brought me and a few others to his manor, and I was forced—“

“We’ll go to Dumbledore—“

“You don’t understand, (Y/n)! I felt him! I felt his cold hands wrapped around my arm! His veins fueled with raw power! Dumbledore won’t be able to stop him. No one will!”

“Please, Reg! You were forced, I’m sure it can be reversed if you just tell the Headmaster now—“

“They’ll kill me, (Y/n)! Don’t you understand? They already suspect my doubt! That’s why I’m being watched. Monitored even at school. One wrong word, one slip of the tongue and I’m dead!”

You wrap your arms around him, careful to avoid his searing arm

He returns the hug, tears dripping into you as he chokes back sobs

“I’m sorry...I’m sorry...I’m sorry.”

“You don’t have to do this, Reg. I swear.”

“Of course I have to. I have no other choice.”

“You can be like Sirius! And live with the Potters. Or with me.”

“And when the Death Eaters come hunting you down? When they burn down your house with you inside? Tortured? Screaming in agony? That’ll be my fault.”

He looks absolutely terrified

Eyes wide, lips wobbling

He can barely catch his breath

“No, (Y/n). I can’t do that.”

“You’re not your mother, Regulus. Or Bellatrix, or Narcissa. You can be like Andromeda and Sirius. You can get out. There’s still time.”

“They’re manipulating you, Reg! Corrupting you! You aren’t a bad person or a dark wizard!”

You bring your hands to cup either side of his jaw

Your own tearful eyes lock onto his

“You’re my boyfriend. You’re sweet and caring...and—and...Merlin Reg! I can’t even describe you, you just mean so much to me. I can’t lose you, Reg. No, I refuse to lose you.”

“I—I don’t want to die...” He sobs, so openly and freely

You’ve had enough of this

You take him by the hand and lead him out the door, which is easy in his weakened and fatigued state

The two of you march through the corridors to Dumbledore’s office

He’ll know what to do

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