#but it also means they go through ink really fast

[the-east-art]

The tango Maureen Sora

[m00nkeiki]

First Hug from Ace, Sabo, and Law

As part of the “First Hugs” Series Featuring: Ace, Sabo, and Law Content Warning: Nothing serious, just a little sadder than the last set of headcannons.

Ace

Ace is your fellow “friendly fella,” the guy who seems to be there for everyone and anything! But deep down, the poor dude battles with such deeply ingrained self doubt and loathing to the point he wonders if even he himself is even worthy of giving affection.

With all that said, you’ve grown such a fond friendship with him, the kind where surely but slowly Ace knew he could trust you. 

You were both out camping on a quiet night, exchanging stories, sharing laughs… Like the warm fire which Ace himself created with his powers, it was a lovely cozy night the two of you shared together.

Then there’s a window for the two of you to be vulnerable with one another. You always knew Ace was truly troubled deep down, so why not share some struggles of yours? 

When you do, he listens to you intently, his eyes locked on your face as he is overcome with the realization that… he is not alone, that even if he might be the most hated person in the world, he has his crew and you to count on.

Once you finish telling your stories, you’re suddenly met with Ace bringing you into one of the tightest hugs ever: it’s firm, assuring, and full of fiery empathy. He’s tearing up, not profusely so, but you can tell that he’s dropping all his walls to be there for you wholeheartedly.

“Thank you for always being there for me… and I’ll be there for you too, promise!”

Sabo 

You always knew Sabo was a gentleman, not only in his manners, but also in his heart. He conducted politeness and grace in a way he was heartfelt and genuine about it. He is a man who is so earnestly reliable, and you could always count on him.

Like a ray of light after the rain, Sabo came to your aid when he sighted you sulking and crying in the middle of the street. With an umbrella in his hand, he shielded you from the rain that hides your tears.

Following him, Sabo ensured the umbrella shielded you all the way until you found shelter. You noticed how he barely covered for himself, letting the rain soak his hat and coat: that parasol he had in hand was for you and you alone.

Once you reached indoors as Sabo withdrew the umbrella and took off his hat, you found that you could not halt yourself from crying again: he was simply too kind, how could he do all this for you?

With your emotions displayed in front of him, Sabo leads his hand to caress, from wiping the tear below your eye and down to your cheek. As you leaned towards him, both his arms had enclosed you in a warm hug.

“It does not matter how heavy your burden is. I will be by your side, always.”

Law

Law’s not afraid of affection—he’s afraid of loving and caring too much until he loses you at the worst possible time.

After the polar tang maneuvered through blizzards and iceberg filled waters, once it resurfaced, you took the time to gaze at the soft falling snow, a breathtaking respite.

Following you was Law, who claimed he too was only going to get some fresh air: but really, it was to see if you were alright

Law can act as pragmatic as he wants, but once you noticed him attempting to intertwine your hands with a small touch from his inked fingers, you knew he needed this company.

As the snow watch ends, he quietly asks if you could turn around for him. Before you knew it, Law brought you in a trembling hug, his arms soon stabilizing the moment he could hear your heartbeat, soothing and slowing the rhythm of his own which was beating so fast a while ago.

“Please, stay alive for me… Because I’ll make sure I’ll do the same for you even if it means facing hell itself.”

Huddling together in the cold of the evening, both of you reassured that silent promise, locked in this embrace. The future is uncertain, but at least relish in this time and moment with Law.

A/N: Since I've already written for Luffy, Law was sneaked into be the L of ASL :-P

More in the series: (Luffy + Zoro + Sanji)

[cayleeuhithinknott]

❛ 𝑳𝑬𝑻 𝑴𝑬 𝑳𝑰𝑪𝑲 𝑶𝑵 𝑼𝑹

𝑻𝑨𝑻𝑻𝑶𝑶𝑺 ❜

𝒊𝒏 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒄𝒉…you love matt’s tattoos, and it escalates to something more.

pairing: sweetheart!matt & shy!reader

cw: SMUT, oral (m receiving), pet names, tattoo licking? LMAO and probably more!

wc: 2.8k

you really need to get a grip.

or at the very least, stop staring.

but it’s impossible, because matt’s sitting next to you on the couch, completely oblivious to the fact that you’re dying inside, and his tattoo sleeve is just there.

he’s scrolling through his phone, one arm thrown over the back of the couch, his muscles shifting every time his fingers move. and it’s stupid, so so stupid, because you’ve seen his tattoos a million times before. you’ve traced them with your fingers, asked about their meanings, even watched him get some of them done.

but right now, you want to do something else entirely.

something that involves your mouth.

and that’s mortifying.

your face burns as the thought sinks in. it’s not like you to have thoughts this bold, this needy. but for some reason, today, your brain has decided to hyperfixate on the idea of pressing your lips to his skin.

biting it. licking it. marking it, like that would somehow make it yours.

your stomach tightens. you cross your arms, shifting uncomfortably. this is ridiculous. he’d never let you do something like that. it’s weird. you’re weird.

but the urge doesn’t go away. in fact, it gets worse, especially when he sighs and stretches, rolling his shoulders, his tattoos moving with him.

you swallow hard.

your gaze drifts along the inked-up skin, the way the designs flow together, the way the dark ink contrasts against his pale complexion. your fingers twitch.

you want to touch him.

you want to taste him.

matt glances over at you, and your heart plummets.

“baby?”

your spine stiffens. “yeah?”

his lips twitch, like he’s fighting a smile. “you okay?”

“yep,” you blurt out, nodding too fast. “totally fine. why?”

his head tilts. “because you’ve been staring at my arm for like…ten minutes.”

your face erupts in heat.

you shake your head frantically. “no, i haven’t.”

he raises an eyebrow. “so if i asked you what i just said a minute ago, you’d remember?”

you open your mouth. close it.

you didn’t even know he was talking to you before he’d finally grabbed your attention.

his smile grows. “that’s what i thought.”

your heart is racing. you need to get out of this conversation. fast. “it’s nothing,” you mumble, turning away. “just zoning out.”

but he’s not buying it. you can feel him staring at you, studying you, and then—because matt is matt—he shifts closer, resting his forearm on his thigh, putting his tattoos right in your line of sight.

your stomach flips.

he’s testing you.

you try to ignore it, but your eyes keep flickering back, betraying you. and then he does the worst thing possible—he flexes his fingers—fuck, his fingers—veins shifting under the ink, and you swear you feel your pulse in places you shouldn’t.

oh, you hate him.

you squeeze your thighs together, hands balling into fists in your lap. your mouth is so dry. other parts of you are not.

“sweetheart,” he murmurs, voice softer now. “what is it?”

you shake your head. “nothing.”

he doesn’t push, but he also doesn’t look away. he’s waiting. he knows.

and you know you shouldn’t say it. you know you should keep your mouth shut. but your brain-to-mouth filter decides to take the night off, and before you can stop yourself, you whisper, “can i…can i kiss them?”

silence.

your heart stops.

oh. oh no.

why would you say that?

you slap a hand over your mouth, mortified beyond belief, but matt doesn’t laugh. he doesn’t tease. he just blinks at you, like he’s processing the words.

your stomach drops. “forget i said anything,” you rush out, turning away, but before you can retreat, matt’s hand is on your chin, tilting your face back toward him.

your breath catches.

his gaze is steady, unreadable. “you wanna kiss my tattoos?”

your skin burns. “i-i didn’t mean—”

“you did,” he interrupts gently, watching you carefully. “and that’s okay.”

you can barely breathe. “it’s weird,” you mumble, embarrassed. “you probably think i’m weird.”

his thumb strokes your jaw. “i don’t.”

you hesitate. he seems…serious. and more than that, he seems open to it.

“really?” you whisper.

he nods. then, he lifts his arm slightly, offering it to you. “go ahead, baby.”

your heart pounds.

you hesitate for a moment longer, searching his face for any sign of amusement, but there’s none. he’s genuine.

so, cautiously, you reach out, fingers grazing over the ink. his skin is warm under your touch, the veins and muscles firm beneath it.

you swallow.

and then, slowly, you lean down and press a soft, tentative kiss to his forearm.

his breath hitches.

your stomach flips.

you do it again, lips lingering a little longer this time, and when you glance up at him, his jaw is tight, his eyes darker than before.

your confidence spikes.

you move up his arm, kissing along the intricate lines and shading, letting your lips drag. your hands slide up to his bicep, fingertips pressing lightly into the muscle as your mouth lingers on his skin.

when you let your tongue flick out, tracing over a particularly detailed part of the ink, you hear him suck in a sharp breath.

oh.

oh.

this is affecting him.

you bite back a smile, growing bolder. your teeth graze the skin, nipping lightly at the ink, and matt shudders.

his hand comes up to the back of your head, fingers threading into your hair. he’s not pushing—just holding. just feeling.

“fuck,” he exhales, voice strained. “keep going, baby.”

your stomach flutters.

you obey, mouth moving higher, pressing slow, open-mouthed kisses along his shoulder. your tongue traces over the ink, warm and wet, and matt shivers.

your eyes flicker up. his lips are parted, his breathing slightly uneven, and his grip in your hair tightens when you bite down again, harder this time.

he lets out a low, shaky laugh. “jesus,” he mutters. “didn’t know you had this in you.”

you don’t answer. you just hum against his skin, sucking lightly at one of the designs.

and that’s when you feel it.

something pressing against your thigh.

your breath catches.

oh, shit.

matt stiffens slightly, realizing at the same time you do. “ignore that,” he mutters, shifting like he’s trying to move away. “not my fault you’re—”

“you’re hard,” you say, voice a little breathless.

he groans, tipping his head back. “don’t say it like that.”

you bite your lip. “but you are.”

he looks back down at you, exasperated. “yeah, no shit, baby.”

your stomach tightens. because suddenly, the wetness between your thighs is impossible to ignore, too.

your mouth is still against his shoulder. his grip is still firm in your hair. and you’re both sitting there, breathless and flushed, knowing exactly where this is leading.

he exhales slowly, voice low. “c’mon,” he murmurs, tugging you closer. “we’re going to my room.”

your pulse races.

yeah. you definitely need to get a grip.

matt’s sat on the edge of the bed with you on your knees in front of him. things had escalated. you were only in your bra and shorts, matt being fully naked.

you’ve got one hand cupped under his balls and the other hand lazily stroking his length. matt’s got his fingers gently threaded in your hair, gazing down at you like you’re the most beautiful thing in the world. because to him, you are.

you press feather-light kisses up and down his cock, occasionally deliberately dragging your tongue over the more pronounced veins. you were a little nervous. you’d given him head tons of times, so you weren’t quite sure what was different this time.

your movements slow even more, hesitation creeping in as your lips hover over his tip, unsure. your hand stills at the base of his cock. the heat of his gaze burns into you, and when you finally gather the courage to look up at him, it nearly knocks the breath from your lungs.

his eyes are heavy-lidded, dark and unreadable, but there’s something there—something that makes your stomach twist and your pulse stutter. is he…waiting? does he want you to keep going? or worse—was that bad? oh god, what if you—

“hey,” his voice cuts through your spiraling thoughts, gentle but firm. his fingers unweave themselves from your hair to trace lightly over your cheek, thumb brushing against your skin in a way that makes you shiver. “you’re doing so good, sweetheart.” the way he says it is so easy, like there isn’t a doubt in his mind. like you aren’t sitting here second-guessing every little thing.

you swallow hard, your breath shaky, and he must notice because he tilts his head, eyes softening. “you can keep going,” he murmurs, his voice low, warm. “take your time. i promise, you’re perfect.”

oh. yeah, that definitely does something to you. your fingers twitch where they rest, your skin buzzing under the weight of his approval. something about the way he’s looking at you—patient, expectant, the ghost of a smirk playing at his lips—sends heat crawling down your spine.

so you inhale slowly, steady yourself, and do exactly what he says.

you give him a couple more slow strokes before wrapping your plush lips around the head of his cock. as his breath hitches, you feel a familiar heat pooling in your core. but, this isn’t about you, right now. you want to make him feel good.

you start to take his cock deeper into your mouth, and matt’s hand immediately finds it’s way back to your hair. you force your head down a little further, choking slightly. “you’re okay, sweetheart. doin’ great.” matt mutters softly, and you can feel his gaze on you.

you transfer your gaze to look up at him as you start to move your head up and down. he throws his head back as you use your hand to pump the length you can’t fully fit, eliciting pleasured groans to fall from his pink lips.

when he looks down at you again, your eyes meet, and he almost cums on the spot just from fucking looking at you. he’s down bad.

you grip his cock a little tighter in your hand, moving your head a little faster as well. the feeling of your warm, wet throat constricting him is pure ecstasy for him. “shit, baby, you’re so good…” he groans, squeezing your hair a little but loosening his grip when he realizes what he’s doing.

tears drip down your cheeks as drool seeps out from the corners of your lips—now you were starting to struggle. you let out a soft whine, and matt looks down at you, taking the hint that you need help. he starts to move your head down until his entire cock is in your mouth and your nose is pressed to his lower tummy.

you gag slightly and he pulls you almost all the way off before pushing you back down again. he thrusts into your mouth slowly, not wanting to hurt you in any way. “can i go a little faster, sweetness?” matt asks breathlessly. you hum around his cock, which is a green-light for matt.

he starts to fuck into you a little quicker now, his tip hitting the back of your throat with each thrust. each little choke and gag of yours drew him closer to his release, and every one of his moans and groans powered you to hold it together.

“take it all, sweetheart, i know you can…fuck,” he tosses his head back. you start to incorporate your tongue more, to which he releases a sound that almost sounds like a whimper. fuck. “you’re—ngh—shit, baby, you’re so good..”

matt lets out a shaky exhale, a soft whine slipping out as he fucks your face even faster. your chin and chest were covered in drool, but you didn’t even care. he bucks his hips up particularly hard, eliciting a loud choked sound from you. “shit—sorry, sweetness, you just make me feel so fuckin’ good..”

matt notices how you’re starting to gag and choke more and more, and he knows you probably need some reassurance. “you’re good, sweet girl, just breathe through your nose. not much longer, baby, i’m so close.”

you hum around him again, the vibrations sending a shiver up his spine and into the back of his throat, where a groan comes out. tears streak down your face, and you’re sure your mascara’s got you looking like a damn raccoon. but, did you care? absolutely the hell not.

his hips start to stutter, and his breathing gets more ragged—that’s how you know he’s so close. you use your free hand to massage his balls and he whimpers. full on whimpers. holy shit. no way. no way that just came out of his mouth.

holy shit. your brain just short-circuited. completely malfunctioned. you didn’t know he could sound like that. but now that you do, you need to hear it again.

okay, stay calm. be normal. act like you didn’t just melt into a puddle. if you die right now, at least you’ll die knowing that noise exists.

god, that was so hot. wait, do you signal that to him? no. no, you keep that to yourself. you should not be this affected. but here you are. completely affected.

he sounds so pretty…is it bad that you want to keep making him sound like that? okay, now you have two missions. make him do that again. immediately. oh, and make him cum.

“fuckkk baby, i’m about to—shit—cum..” he groans, squeezing your hair in his hands even harder. you let out a soft, bashful moan around his cock, egging him on. he pushes himself down your throat one more powerful time before he pulls out. you stick out your tongue and his warm, white spurts of cum cover your lower face, some of it getting on your chest and some actually making it onto your tongue. and that’s when you catch it. another fucking whimper.

matt gawks at the sight of you. he uses his thumb to swipe the remainders into your mouth, not bothering to clean up the bits on your chest just yet.

your chest rises and falls, trying to catch your breath as you shift slightly, still kneeling between matt’s legs. your lips feel swollen, your face warm, and your heart is thumping so hard you’re sure he can hear it.

matt looks absolutely wrecked—head tilted back, eyes half-lidded, lips parted as he tries to process what just happened. but when he blinks down at you, his expression softens instantly.

“c’mere, baby,” he murmurs, reaching down to guide you up and onto his lap. his hands are so gentle, warm against your skin as he cradles your face and presses a lingering kiss to your forehead. “you did so good. so, so good for me.”

your stomach twists at his words, a mix of pride and bashfulness settling in. you tuck your face into his neck, feeling his chest vibrate with a soft chuckle. “stop,” you mumble, voice small.

“what? i mean it,” he hums, rubbing slow circles on your back. “so perfect. felt so good, sweet girl.”

you don’t respond, just nuzzle further into him, feeling warm and safe in his arms. but then matt’s shifting, pressing another kiss to the top of your head before standing up with you still clinging to him.

“let’s get you cleaned up, yeah?” he says, carrying you towards the bathroom. you let out a small sound of protest, but he only grins, setting you down carefully before reaching to turn on the shower.

you’re shy, hesitating as you stand in front of him, but he just cups your face, tilting it up so you meet his gaze.

“you okay?” he asks softly.

you nod. “yeah. just…still kinda nervous.”

you weren’t sure as to why you were nervous. you just sucked him off for goodness sake. your brain works in odd ways, that’s for sure.

his lips twitch into a knowing smile before he leans in, kissing you sweetly. “nothing to be nervous about, sweets. just wanna take care of you.”

he steps into the shower first, holding a hand out for you to follow. the warm water cascades down as you step under the spray, sighing at the soothing sensation. matt keeps his touch light—running his hands over your arms, your shoulders, smoothing your hair back with such careful tenderness that your heart clenches.

he washes you with so much care, fingers massaging shampoo into your scalp, then gently rinsing it out. “feel okay?” he asks, and you nod, leaning into his touch.

“you’re so sweet,” you murmur, voice barely above the sound of the water.

matt tilts his head, smiling. “because you deserve it.”

your throat tightens, but before you can respond, he’s pressing a kiss to your shoulder, whispering against your skin, “so proud of you, pretty girl. you’re everything to me.”

you close your eyes, letting yourself melt into his touch, into his words, into him.

“guess my tattoos aren’t the only thing you’ve got a taste for now, hm?”

a/n: omg i’ve wanted to write this for so long. i loooove matt’s tattoos and i love this song so i had to!!! thanks to @hearts4werka for supporting my idea and @strnilolover for proofreading 😌

tags: @sturniolo04 @admeliora94 @alexturnersgooch @snuffbut @frattboychris @marrykisskilled @mqttittude @purpledragon222 @aubsloveschris @slctsblogana @emely9274 @oliviasthatgirl @conspiracy-ash @matthewsroses @pasteldreams @matts-wife

[i-get-obsessed-fast]

Genius | Criminal Minds

.・゜✭・. Spencer Reid x Hotch’s Daughter .・゜✭・.

Summary: You make an unexpected visit to your dad’s workplace after months apart and come across the brilliant nerdy genius who you’ve secretly admired for years.

A/N: Hii! It’s me again :p please let me know your thots on this! <3 it’ll be greatly appreciated xoxo

BYR (b4 u Reid): takes place in the earlier seasons, shy spencer, strict Hotch, and outgoing daughter | none <- [warnings]

The elevator doors slid open, and you stepped out onto the floor of the BAU for the first time in years

The place had looked the exact same from when you were 18 years old visiting for the last time

You looked around and seen agents hunched over desks, conversations flowing, files scattered across every surface. It smelled the same too, coffee and ink.

You had went over to meet your dad for lunch not meaning to grab the attention of your fathers co-workers until

“No way!” A sharp squeal echoed through the floor grabbing your attention right away

You barely had time to register who it was before you were wrapped in a tight hug and the familiarity came rushing back to you “Penelope.” You giggled hugging her back

The lady standing in front of you dressed in her extravagant outfit and glittery earrings pulled away beaming at you “you didn’t tell me you were coming! I demand updates! How’s college? How’s life? How’s everything?” She questioned

Before you could give her an answer to one of her many, many questions you heard a whistle and it was no other than Derek Morgan

“Look who’s all grown up.” He said as he made his way towards you “Hi Morgan.” You smiled

Making their way next was JJ and Rossi both commenting on how long it had been, and how different you look. It was overwhelming but it felt warm, it brought you back to your teenage years wanting to be nowhere else but here

As you scanned the floor your eyes couldn’t help but land on the tall slender figure heading towards your direction

Spencer Reid

For years whenever you visited you always made sure to hang around Spencer. You had been one of the few people who actually enjoyed listening to him talk, asking him questions, encouraging his endless facts. You could’ve listened to him all day if your dad had let you.

With him finally reaching your group you can’t help but realize how much you had missed him

“Hi Spencer” you greet him he blinked like he couldn’t quite believe it was you standing right in front of him

“H-hey!” He smiled “wow, you’ve changed.”

“Yeah college will do that to you, look at you! Your hair and your clothes.” You say as you take him all in he didn’t look to different but it was noticeable

“It’s really good to see you.” He tells you and a warm feeling spread through your chest “you too.”

After catching up with everyone you had learned that your dad was in a meeting so it gave you the opportunity to look around

You had made your way to the briefing room memories flooding in “I remember you always arguing with your father about letting you in on the briefings.”

You turn to see Spencer leaning on the doorframe with his hands in his pockets, a small smile tugged at your lips

“Yeah, I wanted to hear what was going on. I’ll stand by the door trying to listen in without my dad noticing. I’d try to figure out things before you guys did.”

“Did you ever?”

“No. You guys were always too fast.”

He let out a soft laugh and made his way to you

“You’d also beg for me to tell you all the details about the cases.”

“Yeah, and you’d do it.” You look up at him, he shrugged “I’m not one to take away learning opportunities.”

A comfortable silence had fell between you two and for some reason it made you want to confess

“I also remember having the biggest crush on you.” The words had left your mouth. Spencer stiffened beside you “what?”

You grinned, amused at his reaction “Yes, when I was sixteen. It was ridiculous and honestly quite sad. I’d follow you around, ask millions of questions just so you’d keep talking to me.” You cringed remembering how you probably looked like a lost puppy

His face had turned red, and he ran a hand through his hair “wow, I never noticed.”

You laughed “Yeah well I was a little kid and you were older so I wouldn’t expect you to.”

He cleared his throat, shifting uncomfortably “I-I mean I did enjoy talking to you. You always listened.”

Your expression softened “Yeah. I did.”

Spencer’s gaze lingered on you for a moment, as if he was starting to see you in a new light but before either of you were able to say anything a new voice had cut through the air

“There you are!”

you both turn to see Garcia standing in the doorway, hands on her hips

“You are very hard to track down.” She dramatically said “I have been searching for you, I have new questions that need answers.”

You blinked “Answers?”

She grinned “Yup, love life. Spill.”

You felt heat rise to your cheeks

Now it was Spencer who looked amused by your uncomfortableness “hmm I don’t know, I don’t really kiss and tell.” You shyly said

Spencer snorted “what? How's your love life genius?” you question “This isn't about me.”

You turned to Garcia “I guess in some ways I am my father's daughter, I let work and other things consume me. So there's nothing in that department.”

“No no no, you're young. That is a crime, an absolute crime” she sighed “Have fun with all the boys! Experiment! This is the time to do it!”

Your eyes widen “Garcia, are you interrogating my daughter?” you hear a stern sharp voice ask, and you all three turn to see Aaron Hotchner

“Who? Me? No, never.” She innocently says but your father just stared at her “okay maybe a little.”

He rubbed his temples and sighed “Go do some work Garcia.”

She pouted “Fine, but I’m not done with this conversation!” She warned as she walked out the room

You shook your head, still blushing “Well she hasn’t changed.”

Your father gave you a suspicious look but didn’t say anything instead he glanced at Spencer and than back to you “Come on. Lunch. Now”

You nodded and waved bye to Spencer before exiting the room

After lunch, with your father, you fully intended to go back home but of course, Garcia somehow convinced you that you needed to see the new upgrades to the system and of course more catching up

“My dad’s going to kill me.” You say as you enter the floor “ah no he won’t, he loves you too much.”

“Oh, you’re back.” Spencer says as you guys crossed paths “yeah. Garcia insisted.”

“Sounds about right.”

You seen Files in Spencer’s hand and couldn’t help but ask “What are you working on?”

“A geographical profile, we’re looking at a series of break-ins that might be connected to a larger network of organized crime.” He says as he adjusted the glasses on his face

“So just a light afternoon then?” He smirked and nodded “yeah, something like that.”

“Okay Reid. She’s mine, you had her earlier.” Garcia interrupted the two of you, Spencer opened his mouth but before he could say anything a deep voice spoke first “Are you bothering Reid?” Your father asks you

Your heart slightly stopped as you turn to see your father, his arms crossed and expression unreadable

“Uh no, sir.” Reid said

“Dad.” You groaned embarrassed

He rose an eyebrow “I thought you were heading home.”

“I invited her back, sorry.” Garcia says “of course you did.” You dad sighed

There was a pause, and you could feel your dads gaze shifting between you and Spencer, analyzing, assessing whatever it was that profiler dads did

“In my office now.” He said as he stared sternly at you you nodded and followed right behind him

You crossed your arms and sat on the chair in your dad’s office, he closed the door and sat right across from you “Are you going to lecture me?” You ask

“Should I be?”

You rolled your eyes “Come on.”

He exhaled, leaning back “You need to leave Spencer Reid alone.”

“What?”

“He’s different, and if you're just going-”

“Going to what? Who do you think I am?” you ask getting offended “I’m just saying. I work with him, and you're my daughter. Don't put me in a position where I have to worry about the both of you.”

You shook your head “Its fine. He doesn't think of me like that anyway…”

“I should've known. The way you followed that kid around all the time.”

You look down getting embarrassed “Okay, can I leave now? This is not what I want to talk to you about.”

He gestured towards the door and with that, you quickly escaped his office and made it a few feet away before running into Spencer

“In a hurry?” He smiled “uh kinda, my dad wants me to stop bothering you.”

“You don’t bother me, you never did.” He assured you “thanks.” You smiled

“Hey, um I was thinking. How about we go out for coffee before you leave back for school.” He suggests your heart almost stopped “oh yeah! I’m free anytime just let me know.”

He smiled “alright, I will.”

“Bye Spencer.”

“Bye.”

And with that you both go your separate ways both excited about your next hang out. . .

not proof-read! lmk if I should make a part two :)

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[sthilarions]

I’m sick and haven’t the energy to develop this thought right now, but: Charles has Edwin magically lojacked. A tracker tattoo, tiny pale blue runes tightly laced together on his upper bicep. The tattoo is only a few inches wide but took nearly a full day, due to the delicacy of the work, and the quick-spoiling magical ink.

(Charles was worried about it hurting - he knows Edwin’s pain tolerance means he’d barely even notice a normal tattoo, but this ink is potent - but Edwin assured him it was totally fine, and didn’t flinch or twitch or react at all, during. He did, however, vehemently insist that Charles not get his own tattoo, when Charles suggested it a few years later, and Charles has some uncomfortable suspicions about why.)

When Crystal learns about the tattoo, she assumes it’s because of the same thing they’re using it for when she learns about it: Edwin has a habit of getting himself kidnapped. She thinks lojacking your partner feels a bit of an extreme response, given that surely there’s only so often even Edwin can be kidnapped, but, well, Charles can be kinda overprotective. And they explain that the tracking can only be activated by Edwin himself, which makes her worry less about it being a red flag situation.

That’s not the reason, though.

It became less of a problem, over the decades, though it still is sometimes, but in the early years it was a near-constant issue:

Edwin’s a bolter.

When he gets stressed, or upset, or scared, he runs. Faster than Charles can keep up. And, early on, he was stressed, and upset, and scared, pretty much all the time.

If it were just normal running it might be fine, but he’s got magic, too, mirrors that he started being able to run through long before he learned how to reliably get back, mirrors that he doesn’t always check before diving in. Even now when he should be able to find his way back he’ll sometimes panic and bolt too fast to look through the mirror he’s going to only to fall through and find it’s inaccessible from the other side - a mirror placed high on a wall or ceiling, or too damaged for two-way travel, or under saltwater.

So Charles has had to hunt Edwin down on other continents, in deserts and grassy plains, in haunted mansions, in London warehouses and backstreets. Found Edwin on the sea floor in the Mediterranean, once, having gone through the mirror in the captain’s cabin of a sunken ship.

Knelt down next to him, where he was sitting, on a mostly-rotted floor. “Hey, Edwin.” He was worried his voice might not carry, here, a couple miles under the surface, but ghost voices don’t depend on breath, anyway, and Edwin seemed to hear him just fine.

Edwin glanced sideways at him, then back to where he had been looking before. “Corallium rubrum,” he said. “Mediterranean red coral, also known as Precious Coral. Valued for its vivid red color throughout history, but has suffered from intensive harvesting in recent decades. There are hardly any sizable colonies left at depths of less than 50 meters.”

“Right,” Charles said, and shifted to look at the coral, settling from a kneel to a cross-legged sit, a few feet from Edwin. “It’s really pretty. They doing anything to try to bring them back?”

“A little,” Edwin answered. “They are extremely long-lived, so it is difficult to determine yet whether those efforts will be successful.”

The delicate, feathery white bits on the coral flickered and shifted constantly, which Charles hadn’t known coral could do, and he sat there, with Edwin, watching. The fragmented skeleton in the corner swayed a bit in the current. Finally he scooted towards Edwin and gently bumped their shoulders together. “You think you’ll be ready to go back soon?”

Edwin leaned against him, and nodded, and let out a heavy breath, which made the water swirl and the coral’s feathery bits twitch. “How did you get here? Are you - I know you don’t like deep water - “

Charles shook his head. “Nah, it’s fine, mate. This isn’t the sort of water that bugs me. ‘Sides, it’s not like I was gonna just leave you down here, yeah?”

Edwin nodded again, and pressed harder into Charles’s shoulder for a moment before bracing a hand against it to stand up. “Well,” he said, turning away from the coral to face Charles. “Let’s be off. How did you get here? Please tell me you didn’t use that favor from Turner just for this.”

Charles looked sideways at the skeleton as he used Edwin’s hand to heave himself up. “Of course not.”

“You did! Charles, do you have any idea…”

And Charles let Edwin’s scolding voice wash over him with the current, and grinned back at him, and led him home.

[yunazxxx]

kissin’ on my tattoos —

you were booked and busy all day, you couldn’t really find time to fit anyone else in during your business hours, but you did somehow find some time to fit one more person in just before you closed shop for the night.

now playing : kissin’ on my tattoos by august alsina

(📓) client!lara, tattoo artist!reader, fem!reader, gp!lara, masturbation, unprotected sex, teasing, edging, lara’s hella flirty, top!reader, body worshipping, subby!lara, creampie, slight degrading, etc possibly?

(💚) listen lara’s tattoos have me going FERAL. i need her biblically like this really isn’t a joke anymore…

(wc) 2k — prev katz works

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“another late night” you sighed to yourself, your coworker looked at you from cleaning up their station, “i mean, you only have one client left, they may be fast”

you nodded as they spoke, “there’s no guarantee though, you know how things like this goes” — you said and they nodded.

to be honest, you were so unbelievably tired. you asked your client hours beforehand to send what she wanted so you could print out the stencil and have it ready for her.

it was multiple different tattoos so you just sighed to yourself, hoping that she didn’t want any color because, well you’d have to go in the back for that and find it.

as time slowly began to pass, the time for your next client to come, had as well. you were sitting on your phone, pretty much manspreading when you heard the front door chime, and a soft “hello?” come from the front.

you went up there and greeted her, “hi, i’m lara” and you nodded, “nice to meet you”, you took her over to her station and you two began to talk.

you weren’t sure if it was her aroma or scent, or hell anything in particular. something attracted her to you, while you two specified the area of her tattoo lara would look you up and down, bite her lip sometimes, giggle a lot. kind of, flirting? you tried to remain professional, of course, but it was kind of hard.

she wanted a tattoo on her waist, at first she asked if you all did them and you explained that you did as long as the client wanted that. — you asked lara to remove her jeans, and she did. you were surprised to see she had on boxers, but honestly, you saw the brand through her pants, which were low waisted.

you asked for permission before pulling her boxers off of her, and you covered her up with a towel, aside from the area you needed.

you again printed the stencil, this time making sure it was the right one before beginning the lining on lara’s waist, you had the indian woman sit at a specific angle to make sure you got it right.

she wanted it from her waist, down to her thigh, so it was a pretty long tattoo, especially for the first one, of many. she kind of twitched a little while you used the pencil to sketch out the start of the tattoo.

you held her hips down, and looked up at her, “are you okay? wanna start somewhere else?” you asked and she shook her head, “no no, go on” and you nodded. — you continued with your process, successfully finishing the lining of her tattoo.

now you had to get the ink ready in the pen, “do you want any color?” you casually asked, but you being faced the opposite direction and also being far away from her, lara didn’t really hear you.

“ma’am?” you called out to her, “hm?” — “did you want any color?”, and she thought for a bit, “give me the color you think suits me best” and you nodded, “okay”

you left to the back and came with a random color you felt would be the best fit, you held lara down in a specific angle, but you were gentle with her.

while you moved the pen on her body, you subconsciously cooed to her, saying she was doing good already and other little praises for not moving too much. — which in your head, meant nothing, but in lara’s head, it was much more.

you held her hand the further you went down, it wasn’t out of the ordinary for you to hold your clients hands during tattoos. — lara whined a bit the closer you got to finishing.

“hold still for me, okay beautiful? i’m almost done” you softly said, and squeezed her hand a bit to give her some reassurance while you finished up.

you wiped any access ink there was, and finished off that area. once you finished, lara let you go. “uhm, could i go to the restroom?” — “mhm, its all the way in the back towards the left” and she got up, grabbing her clothes then went towards the bathroom.

you moved back over to the couch you were just sitting in and sighed to yourself, trying to calm down and not think about anything else. — over in the restroom, the indian woman was fighting for her life.

she had a boner — she couldn’t even attempt to hide it if she wanted to, poor baby was so embarrassed she just sat in the bathroom and tried thinking about anything to take her mind off it.

each time she’d get to a certain thought, she’d think about you and how you cooed to her. the way you praised her, even for the simplest things.

lara put back on her boxers, hoping it wouldn’t be too bad, and also slipped back on her jeans. she looked in the mirror and decided to just wrap her jacket around her waist before walking back out.

“hi” she softly said, making you look back at her, “hey, are you ready for the next one?” you asked, smiling to her as she nodded.

“just here for now” she said, circling the area she wanted the next tattoo. you nodded. as she sent you the next tattoo she wanted. "you're actually doing bette than a lot of my other clients" you said casually, and it was true.

they'd either be a bit too scared to approach, get the tattoo done or they're not sure what they actualy want until after you've already sketched out on their body. — and let's not talk about the placement, because they always change it last minute. it drives you crazy.

the more you casually praised lara, the harder it was for her to just play it off. again, she excused herself to the bathroom, of course you’re not gonna say no, so she went. — you finished printing out the picture and began getting everything ready while she was there.

now what lara was experiencing was the last thing you’d expect. she had another boner, this time it wasn’t as easily avoidable. she had to do something about it because the longer it would just rub against the fabric of her boxers and jeans, just listening to the way you praised her, she’d cum in her pants.

the indian woman asked for about ten minutes and you said sure, because hell to be honest, you had no where else to go. she was your last client and despite how tired you previously felt, it’s all gone away now.

lara quickly removed her jeans, pulling her cock from her boxers and began slowly stroking herself. she tried thinking about literally anything that could rush this process, speeding up her hands.

her mind kept going back to you, and she would twitch each time she’d think about you. — you’d soon hear the whimpering coming from the bathroom, going back there to check on lara but, she never gave you a verbal answer.

you announced you were coming in, only to find lara jerking off while moaning your name, her vision was blurry due to how needy she was, and honestly. it was late, no one else was coming in, why not help her out?

you walked closer to lara, and you wrapped your hands around her cock, using your other hand and pulling her into a kiss. she was much louder now, her vision going in and out, noticing it was you touching her.

she removed her hands, poor loser trying to take your clothes off so she would feel you better, closer, and deeper.

you removed your bottoms (skirt, pants, shorts whatever you choose) and slid your panties to the side. you began to line yourself up with lara’s tip before lowering yourself down on her.

she grabbed at your hips, pushing you further down, immediately falling in love with how tight you were over her. she immediately began thrusting inside of your heat, pulling at your top, her eyes so soft and her lips were pouty :( — lara whined as you teased her, you made her slow down and slowly removed your top, but her eyes were so focused on yours and your lips.

once you finally removed your top and your bra, she grabbed at your breast, sucking on one while she played with the other. she even left a heart shaped hickey on one, while also marking up your neck.

lara was so desperate, the rhythm you were going drove her crazy, she was so needy and it was all caused by you. she barely even knew you but here she was getting slutted out by her tattoo artist.

“fuckk faster, please..” lara begged, her voice so cute and low </3 , almost like a whisper, you decided to tease her by making her beg you, saying little things like, “i didn’t hear you, puppy” and more.

lara began to whine, she couldn’t handle your teasing, you’d clench around her, basically choking her cock, your arousal would drip down her, touching her thighs, the way you moaned in her ear just made her squirm. — she craved you and all that is you.

she pulled your body close to hers, nipping at your skin, you sped yourself up, your back arching against lara’s slowly overheating body. — the indian woman slowly began to grown closer to her orgasm, so you got up.

she looked at and whined, her hands wanting to wrap around her shaft, wanting to touch you, feel you again. “you can’t cum this early, beautiful”

you held lara’s chin, while her eyes were hooded, struggling to look up at your face, her eyes staying steady on your breast. — when they finally moved up, she was focused on your lips.

she pulled you closer to her, you looked into her eyes while you stroke her, taking her lips into a lustful kiss. lara couldn’t help but moan into the kiss, grabbing at your waist to get you closer to her.

you once again pushed lara’s cock inside of you, watching the way she’s react. “such a fucking loser” you said in her ear, your breather going down her neck. you kissed and sucked at lara’s neck while you sped up.

she whined in your ear, saying she was gonna cum and you only sped up, you were whimpering as your own orgasm approached, lara began thrusting inside of your cunt, her fingers going to rub your clit to rush your orgasm. — which happened.

watching you cum on her cock only pushed lara closer to her orgasm, you continued to grind on her. she was twitching, begging you to let her cum, which you finally let her.

she desperately thrusted her cock inside of you until she shot her hot load deep inside your womb, her body slightly shook as she finished.

she sighed against your chest, then she sat back against the wall. she was trying to calm her breathing when her brain finally came back to reality.

she was still in the bathroom, covered in her own load. she hurried and fixed herself up, tying her hair back before washing her hands and walking out.

you looked at the black haired woman when she walked back in, “are you alright?” you softly asked, and she nodded. — you sat lara down back in her seat to get her final tattoo done.

“i heard you back there, i was gonna check but you seem to be alright” you calmly said while doing her tattoo, lara nodded, internally blushing at the fact you heard her getting off to you.

soon you finished her tattoo, and you were packing everything up when she walked up to you with the money. normally, you’d take it and send them on their way but, it was something about her that made you just have her pay your less and keep the rest. — and well that’s what happened.

[gublernatural]

!smut, mdni!

thinking about spencer reid who has had a crush on the pretty BAU agent at the desk across from him ever since she started. she has been so swamped with work and paperwork and life recently and spencer notices the small changes in her behaviors because he notices every little thing about her. he sees the tighter grip she holds on her pens, making the ink bleed through the paper just slightly. he notices the way she starts to slam her coffee cup on the desk as opposed to gently sitting it down. he notices the heavy uptick of the amount of cups she’s having.

and it’s worse when they’re given a case. naturally, since they get along so well and since they’re probably the two smartest people in the world, hotch pairs spencer and his crush up throughout their time in phoenix, arizona. spencer sees the way she’s always cracking her knuckles and rubbing at the small of her back. he hear the tone in which she talks to the officers.

so, when they’ve finally caught their unsub just 6 days later, spencer makes sure to pick up her case files before she can even make it from her hotel room. he tucks them neatly under him as he sits down on the jet, carefully hiding them from her. he holds them hostage, knowing if she doesn’t see them, she won’t worry about them. out of sight, out of mind, as they say. she falls asleep quickly in the seat across from spencer. he can’t help but ogle at her beautiful sleeping form, knowing she really needs the rest.

and, once they returned to the musty bullpen that belongs to the BAU, spencer stays with her. he watches as she starts the paperwork he’d sneakily put on her desk, not letting her catch on to the fact that he’d taken it. he tries his best to focus on his own work, but the way she keeps groaning as she rolls her head back has him completely distracted. he’s barely three pages in when hotch emerges from his office, bidding both of them a goodbye and complimenting their work on the case

that just leaves spencer and the pretty agent across from him in the space.

time moves slower now, spencer thinks, which makes it even more agonizing to listen to her try to work out her over-exhausted muscles by herself. he can’t help himself as he breaks the comfortable silence that had been established.

“hey, y/n,” he inquires, knowing she probably doesn’t want to be disturbed right now. his suspicions prove to be true when she doesn’t look up, letting out a less than enthusiastic “hm?”.

“do you know the benefits of getting a massage?” this piques her interest, wondering where spencer was going to take this. sure, the recent stress in her life had her muscles aching at every hour of the day, but she didn’t think anyone had picked up on it. “i know the basics, spence.” she giggles, finally looking over at him.

he can’t dwell on the fact that this is the first time she’s smiled in about two weeks because his brain starts moving too fast for his mouth to keep up, “yeah, most people know they helps with muscle aches but they actually have a lot of benefits. massages help improve circulation and joint mobility. there’s also research that connects them to cosmetic effects, like improved and more even skin tones.”

he doesn’t expect her to still be paying attention to him, but he’s pleasantly surprised at the small smile spreading across her face. “hm, that sounds amazing. if only i wasn’t trapped here doing paperwork at almost three in the morning.” she answers sarcastically, turning back to her work. “i could give you a massage.” spencer stumbles out.

her cheeks start to heat up as she makes eye contact with him, wondering where he would take this. “i mean,” he backtracks, “i’ve read books on how to do shoulder and back massages. my eidetic memory means i could probably do an almost perfect one, if you’re interested. i’ve noticed the way you’ve been struggling with muscle aches.”

her face feels like it’s on fire with the way he’s making her blush. “um, sure, spencer, if you don’t mind.” she stutters and stumbles as she tries to accept his offer. he excitedly pushes himself of his hair, pulling up a closer one behind her.

his large hands start to knead at the knots at the base of her neck. he can feel the tension she’s built up over the past couple of weeks and tries to recall the techniques he’d read about so long ago.

this quickly becomes a challenging feat, as he moves his hands along the expanse of her back. she lets out light moans when he massages a particularly tight part of her muscle. the moans and grunts she’s making are going right to spencer’s cock. he’s so glad he’s behind her, because the tent in his pants continues to grow as he reaches the base of her back, where most of her pain had been.

her light moans have now increased in volume, and spencer is sure he should stop. he was not expecting to have this reaction from her, or react this way to her. his mind is cloudy and beginning to fill with filthy images that match the sounds she’s making now.

and god, he should stop. he knows he should pull his hands away from her, especially as he feels his stomach tighten and his dick throb in his pants. but he can’t. he needs to reach his release so bad, so he presses his fingers harder into her back, listening to the joyful sounds she’s letting out.

he doesn’t pull his hands away until he finally cums in his pants, too embarrassed to keep going. “thank you, spence. i feel a lot better. a lot less tense now.” she thanks him as he turns away from her, pushing in the chair he’d pulled over. he makes a few exclamations, saying it was no problem at all, before dashing off to the bathroom to try and get himself cleaned up.

[l8niteth0ts]

chapter three: oral fixation - armin x fem! reader

pairing: armin arlert x fem! reader

plot: you find an old book on armin's desk that you hadn't seen before. after flipping through its contents, you're flabbergasted. you confront armin about the book, and he shows you that it is in fact teaching him things.

contents (MDNI): oral sex (f recieving), that's p much it i'm sorry 😂

word count: 1,208

a/n: sorry if this is really bad, i personally don't like armin as a character, but i know a lot of y'all do, so i tried my best 😆 also, no this is not part of a series, if you read the fic the title will make sense if it was confusing. i hope you enjoy, sorry it's a short one! AS ALWAYS, 18+ ONLY, THANK YOU! 🤍🤍🤍

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you find it on his desk by accident.

an old, tattered book with no title, the spine cracked, the pages uneven. it’s not like the others - not technical, not strategic. no battle diagrams or enemy analysis. this one’s full of ink sketches, handwritten notes in the margins, and the kind of phrases that make your cheeks heat just from a glance.

"do not take her apart too quickly. let her beg for it." "some girls prefer the tongue to the hand. ask. practice." "don’t be afraid to make her loud."

your lips part. your brain fuzzes. "armin," you call, holding it up. "what the hell is this?"

his head snaps up from across the room. he sees what you’re holding and goes pale, then pink, then crimson. “shit - i -” he crosses the room too fast, grabbing it gently but firmly from your hands. “it’s - it’s not what it looks like.”

you raise an eyebrow. “you mean it’s not a vintage smut manual with notes in the margins?”

“…okay. maybe it is what it looks like.”

he’s flustered, clearly. but not angry. and he doesn’t move away, just hovers in front of you, book clutched in his hands like he’s deciding whether or not to defend it.

you tilt your head. “why?”

“i wanted to know,” he says simply. “how to… be better. for you.”

that lands like a gut punch. you stare. “armin…”

he rubs the back of his neck, eyes darting anywhere but your face. “you’re so… you’re just so good to me. and i want to be good to you. not just emotionally. i mean physically. i want to know what you like. i want to learn. i want to make you-” he swallows, then looks up, dead serious. “i want to make you fall apart.”

you blink. your thighs press together. "then show me," you say.

he blinks. “w-what?”

“chapter three,” you say, pointing to the page that started it all. “oral fixation. let’s start there.”

you don’t wait. you sit on the edge of his bed, legs slightly parted, fingers toying with the hem of your shirt. you watch him watch you - eyes wide, breathing shallow. he’s frozen.

“armin.”

“y-yeah?”

“you gonna read the instructions, or use your hands?”

that makes something in him click. like he’s found his courage in the middle of all that nervousness. the book drops to the floor. his hands go to your knees first, gently spreading them. then he sinks to them - right there between your legs, and presses a kiss to your thigh.

“tell me if i do anything wrong.” he breathes out softly, looking up at your face.

“you won’t,” you whisper, lifting your hips as he tugs your shorts down. “you’re already doing everything right.”

armin’s breath hitches at your words, the praise making his chest tighten with something that feels dangerously close to desire. he shifts his focus, eyes trailing over your exposed skin, his fingertips grazing along your inner thighs, making you shiver. he takes his time, kissing the soft flesh of your thighs as if he’s memorizing the taste of you. every inch of you. the heat from his breath makes you ache, but he doesn’t rush. he’s being careful, respectful, like he’s afraid to break you even though you want nothing more than for him to take control.

his fingers slide under the waistband of your panties, pausing just above the delicate lace, and he looks up at you. there’s a question in his gaze, a silent plea for permission.

you nod, your voice a breathy whisper. “yes, armin. please.”

he doesn’t need another word. slowly, his hands pull your panties down, and you lift your hips instinctively to help him. once you’re fully bare before him, he doesn’t dive in immediately. instead, he watches you, as though he’s savoring the sight of you beneath him. and then, without a single warning, he presses a kiss to your clit.

you gasp, a sharp intake of air as your body jerks from the sudden contact. it’s not too much, but it’s enough. enough to make your head spin and your heart beat faster. “armin…” you moan, your fingers curling into the sheets beneath you.

he looks up at you again, eyes dark with an intensity you’ve never seen before, and he smirks. “tell me if i’m doing it right.”

you bite your lip, trying to steady your breath. “you’re doing more than right. keep going.”

and he does.

his tongue flicks against your clit, slow at first, testing, learning. you can feel the heat of his mouth, the pressure of his lips, every delicate movement sending waves of pleasure coursing through you. the mix of his hesitation and eagerness is maddening, making your hands clutch at his hair, pulling him closer as if you could melt into him.

“armin…” you say his name again, but this time it’s more like a plea, a command. you want more.

and he delivers. his tongue works faster, more insistent, pushing you toward the edge with each lap, each flick. it’s not just physical anymore, though. there’s something deeper in the way he’s touching you, something tender in his every movement, like he’s trying to connect with you in ways words can’t describe.

you can’t hold back the moan that escapes you, the sound raw and needy. you can feel your orgasm building, rising slowly, but it’s enough to make your legs tremble.

“please…” you whisper, barely a breath. “don’t stop.”

armin’s answer comes in the form of a low growl, his hands gripping your hips to hold you in place as his mouth continues to feast on you. he’s determined, focused - almost like he’s tasting everything you’ve kept hidden, unraveling you piece by piece.

and then, just as you’re about to lose yourself, he pulls back.

you groan in frustration, but his eyes are gleaming, a mischievous glint flashing in them. “not yet. i want to hear you beg for it.”

your body quivers at the challenge, and you swallow hard. “armin…” you weren't expecting this from him, but you certainly were welcoming to it.

“beg for me,” he repeats, voice low and full of heat.

your heart races. you’ve never felt so exposed, so vulnerable, and yet it’s everything you want. “please,” you breathe, your voice shaky. “please… finish what you started. i need you.”

a soft chuckle escapes his lips as he dives back in, and this time, he doesn’t hold back. his tongue moves with purpose, driving you over the edge, making everything blur into a cloud of sensation. he continues to suck and lick - and even gently bite - your clit, his hands still holding steady on your hips.

you come undone in his mouth, your body shuddering, your breath coming out in broken gasps. and through it all, armin doesn’t stop. he’s gentle with you, holding you as you ride out the waves of pleasure, his touch tender as if he’s afraid you might break.

when he finally pulls away, you’re left gasping for air, eyes heavy-lidded, body trembling.

“did i do okay?” he asks, his voice soft and unsure.

you laugh softly, running your fingers through his hair. “you were perfect.”

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[foreverlittlesoshi]

i can’t resist it that sweet devilish smile

noah sebastian x reader word count: 2.6k content warnings: smut, subspace, slapping, and squirting

MINORS DNI 18+

he knew he wasn’t supposed to fall in love with you but isn’t it a good thing to fall in love with your best friend? though the only bad part about it is noah had no idea how you felt about him since you’ve never said anything to suggest feelings for him but sometimes your actions made him question you a little bit.

the whole backstory between you two felt like a movie with it all starting when you met as kids when he let you sit with him at elementary school, growing up with almost the same home life while using each other for comfort when things got really bad, seeing him dropout of school to pursue music, running away to go on local tours with him, and you were the one who introduced noah to nicholas. not only going through those moments together but also going through first times together such as being each other’s first kiss (it was quick and you two didn’t talk for a week), him hating your first boyfriend, his first girlfriend being weirdly jealous of you even though you made it clear there was nothing going on between you two, helping each other cover hickeys and everything else.

the sound of his phone ringing broke him out of his thoughts but it’s like you knew he was thinking about you since it was you calling him and he immediately answered.

“noah,” the tone in your voice was obvious that you had been crying, “i don’t mean to bother you but can you please come over?”

“of course, i’m on my way right now.” he actually had planned to stream that night but he tweeted out an apology about canceling then quickly left the house.

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it felt like he just took a jet with how fast noah made it to your house, not even bothering to knock just entering knowing it wasn’t a problem but he didn’t see you in the living room though he could hear your sniffling from your room so he followed the sound. he saw you curled under the covers with the top of your head peeking out which his heart broke at the sight because what could’ve happened that has caused you to feel this upset? he made his way over to you, crouching down to meet your red puffy sad eyes with tears still coming out and he let out a sigh.

“what happened sweet girl?” his question made your heart string tug and the sweet action of him pushing your hair away from your face didn’t help.

“it’s one of those days where everything that could go wrong, went wrong. no matter what i did caused me to get yelled at or cussed out or break something. i really didn’t mean to bother you but i just needed you here for comfort.” the tears started spilling from your eyes again which caused noah to thread his long inked finger through your hair to soothe you.

you couldn’t stop yourself from staring at him, he was an absolute masterpiece in your eyes. the numerous tattoos that were covering him were beyond beautiful, his large brown eyes reminded you of a puppy dog which wasn’t far off considering he knew how to use puppy dog eyes on you, his long luscious hair that was sometimes light brown then dark brown and the overwhelming sense of pure comfort whenever he was near you. the feeling of his fingers were soft which calmed your sorrows and a feeling you tried to ignore came creeping in your mind.

the warm feeling running through your body caused you to throw the covers off of you and sit up, not really thinking about your clothing choice which caused noah’s heart to drop which he didn’t mean to look at but he couldn’t help himself. he’s seen you in bikinis, short dresses and shorts along with crop tops and skirts but for some reason the sight of you in these tiny thin shorts with the strap of your camisole fallen off your shoulder made his knees buckle. he couldn’t stop his face from turning red as his pants got tighter, the feeling made his head cloudy as he couldn’t stop his thoughts and he rushed into your bathroom.

he blinks at his reflection a couple times, he feels terrible and a shitty friend. you called him over to help you feel better yet he’s hiding in your bathroom to conceal the raging boner in his pants because he couldn’t control himself. his heart was pounding as he heard your footsteps get closer along with a soft knocking on the door.

“noah, are you okay?” the concern in your voice made his head hurt more.

“yeah, i’m fine. just give me a minute please.” he did his best to sound normal to not worry you more but you could sense something wasn’t right. of course you knew what was wrong with him, you weren’t stupid and was hoping he’d be honest. this wasn’t why you called him over but the tension between you two has finally boiled over with the way you two were looking at each other.

“noah,” the whine in your voice wasn’t helping him, ��can you please come out? i want you to help me get over this day.” you know what you are doing to him, he fuckin knows and he couldn’t stop himself from grinning about it. so you did know how he felt and he finally knows how you feel as well.

without a second thought he swung open the bathroom door and glared at you, his breath hitching as he saw that you stared up at him with pleading lustful eyes with your bottom lip poking out ever so slightly and the sight of you squeezing your thighs together made his mind go into overdrive.

noah couldn’t stop himself as he pressed his lips against yours hard, more so messy with the way he immediately starts to dominate you with his hand going straight to your hair to tangle in it and yank your head back. the feeling made you cry out as he moved you to lay you down on your bed then quickly attached your lips together again with the same passion though when his tongue began to explore your mouth, it felt like an act of possession and you couldn’t stop yourself from trying to bring him even closer to you.

the feeling of him on top of you only made you more dizzy with it worsening as his lips dropped to your neck, his sinful lips and perfect teeth creating dark purple blossoms on your throat caused you to let out whimpers and involuntary your hips buck up. his large hands travel up your body then remove the poor excuse for a camisole, exposing your breast to him and he quickly puts his mouth around one nipple to begin kitten licking but not for long as he bites down on one then pinching the other causing you to cry out in pleasure and he chuckles as he pulls away from you seeing you already so fucked out from almost nothing.

“you still with me, doll?” his voice sounds so far away that you didn’t respond until you felt his hand slap against your cheek bringing you back down to earth. you quickly nodded at him and couldn’t stop yourself from whining out to him. “yes! i am, noah!”

“as much as i would love to fuck your face, that’ll have to wait until next time. i need to fuckin taste you, sweetheart.” his tone stern as he whispered into your ear before nipping at it harshly and sat himself up to remove your shorts. you felt a bit self conscious for not wearing sexier underwear but noah could care less at all and thought you looked gorgeous regardless, he couldn’t stop himself from giving the wet spot a quick kiss and then removed your underwear.

you couldn’t control your hips from bucking the moment his lips wrapped around your clit and began sucking, his tongue swiped through your folds and his hands pushed your hips down for you to look at his sharp eyes as your own hand dropped to his head and began pulling on his long strands. he couldn’t stop himself from letting out a groan against you making your head dizzy and the feeling of his tracing circle on your clit weren’t helping. once he pulled away from you, you felt tears hit your waterline and let out a whine.

“you taste absolutely divine.” he tells you as he sits himself up to pull off his shirt, exposing the soft toned muscle on his inked covered body and you can't stop yourself from admiring him. this level of sexual desire was a level you’ve never experienced before and the fact it was because of noah had your brain spinning. this was the same man you shared so many memories with and have known for forever.

“fuck, please noah. please, please, i need you so badly.” noah had to do everything in his power to not cum in his pants right then and there because his thoughts were the same as yours. the moment you two shared your first kiss as teens, noah always imagined having you like this and jerked off to the thought of you or thought of you when he was sleeping with other women. hell, the girl he lost his virginity to he had imagined she was you and almost made the mistake of saying your name.

“will you shut up and just be patient? you’ll get what you want soon enough.” the meanness in his voice just turned you on more and it’s like he knew exactly what to say or do to send you straight into the subspace mindset. when his fingers finally trail down to meet your wetness, his fingertips are immediately drenched and you watch as his lips parted in awe and begin to spread the wetness around your folds then to your hole with his middle and ring finger. the moment he shoves both into you at once has you squealing and arching at the feeling of him stretching you. it made you realize that you never pay attention to how long his fingers are.

the way he quickly found that one spot had your vision blurry with no thoughts being able to form in your brain if you wanted, using one thumb on your clit along with the fast harsh fingering and you felt like screaming from pure pleasure as well as grinding against his hand. “i’m the one in control here so you better ask for permission to cum. beg me like the whore you are for you to cum.” as soon as noah started leaving open mouth kisses against your neck again, you couldn’t control your body or mouth.

“i- i can’t hold it anymore, please. i want to, no, i need to cum. please. noah, please let me cum.” when he pulls away from your neck, you catch him rolling his eyes at your pathetic whining and begging and then he finally speaks, “you better cum now then.”

ringing in your ears with tears streaming down your face from your closed eyes as a gush of wetness bursts out of you covering noah, your thighs and your bedsheets. he doesn’t stop, continuing on as well as praising you while your body is spent from the intensity of the orgasm and finally pulls away from you then you barely heard him groaning as he sucks his fingers clean of you and removes his pants.

“are you okay to keep going?” the question has you nodding faintly and he couldn’t help but chuckle at how spent you look. mind going into overdrive when you finally felt noah pushing the head of his cock inside of you easily due to the wetness and the mess, you couldn’t stop yourself from moaning out loudly at the feeling of the thickness and length of his cock inside of you while your hands grip onto his biceps. “i’m gonna go harder.”

he threw your legs over his shoulders which caused his cock to hit deeper before he officially started to pound into you while you laid there squealing at the feeling of your wetness gushing around his length. the moment he hit your cervix, you couldn’t hold back a loud scream from your mouth, the ridges of his shaft felt heavenly against your walls as his tip kissed the little bottom of your cervix and it only had you clenching around him more. “You planned this out, didn’t you?”

noah’s question confused you, “no! i promise i didn’t!” and he pulls out while you whine in disappointment.

“no need to lie to me, doll. you’re not the only one who wanted this. get on your hands and knees for me.” thankfully he was kind enough to help you knowing how out of it you are. Your wobbly arms try their best to hold you up while your knees do the same. when noah slid his cock back, it felt like he was ripping you apart but you couldn’t stop yourself from pushing your hips back to meet his own. he went right back to his brutal pace, hips feeling like they are gonna leave your ass bruised and obliterating that one spot inside of you. tears now staining your sheets while your hands grip them so hard you hear a little tear from your nails and drool running out of your mouth. even with a fuzzy brain, you knew you wanted him to cum inside and make you his.

“noa- noah, i need you to cum in me. please. i need it more than anything.” you whine out to him while clenching around him harder. he couldn’t stop himself from letting out his own whine at the feeling. one hand reaches around to start rubbing your clit as he starts thrusting even harder if possible as his other hand grabs your face and presses your lips together in a messy excuse for a kiss. it doesn’t take long until you cum around his cock while crying out against his lips and hearing noah’s breathing get ragged but also whining made your orgasm even better.

“fuck, i’m cumming.” he whines out as his hips stutter then you feel his cum filling you up though even with him still inside you, you feel it already beginning to drip out. he waited until he was soft to pull out while his eyes following how his cum was leaking out of your poor abused pussy. he flops down right beside you, you let out a hum of content due to him being there and what had just happened between you two.

“so, are we gonna talk about it or just lay here?” you ask him which caused him to laugh.

“it’s kinda obvious now, but i’ve always been in love with you since we were kids and the only reason i never said anything was because you never made it obvious if you felt the same.” his words confused you because you thought you were being obvious but he was the one ignoring you.

“basically we’re just two idiots who’ve been in love with each other for years but too scared to say anything?” “pretty much.”

“why was today the day for you to act on your feelings?” he felt like dying because of his answer.

“you looked hot in your pajamas.” you couldn’t stop from busting out laughing at him.

AN ~ i apologize for the little hiatus but some shit was going on and i had no motivation to write but i'm back babies!!!

title comes from sugar rush ride by txt

[loverofpiggies]

You posted two new parts?!

How can you post like every day?!

Impressive o o✨

Hey! I got a couple things workin for me that makes it possible at this time. Mostly, when I started working on the comic it was part of a slow period for my work. I'm a full time convention artist, and sometimes that means I can have like a month without travel, and sometimes it means I'm working nonstop for three weeks.

Another thing, is I'm a very fast artist, I don't erase much, and all my comics are done in pencil:

Pages take anywhere from 15 minutes to an hourish to draw, and since I don't have to ink them and just adjust them in my art program, that saves a LOT of time.

Here's another example:

I also reuse backgrounds a LOT. Most of chapter two involved two new background designs, along with the table and chairs. So that also saves a ton of time too!

Pages that already have backgrounds designed, can usually take about 40ish minutes to an hour to adjust the lineart, color, and do the text.

Since it was my slow period I wasn't really doing anything else at the time, so I'd get up and essentially go "well... what else am I doing today?" and I'd sit down and work on it.

Also because drawing pages are so fast for me, I'm halfway through drawing chapter 4, so there's at least lots of pages I can color when I get downtime.

I know also this is definitely hyper fixation territory, so I need to rework myself so I'm not ignoring the outside world. I just missed making comics so much ;_;

[olderthannetfic]

Does anyone have any tips on how to start writing by hand again? Not, from, like, a motor skills issue, but more from like a...focus issue/ADHD lens i guess?

I earnestly haven't written anything by hand in years. (I mean I still writes notes to myself and things like that but I mean writing in the creative sense.) Typing is faster for me, as it is for most people, but like, I USED to be able to write stories by hand! I want to get back into it because when I write on a device I'm too tempted to switch tabs and bullshit around on social media or games. Which is also an issue yes lol but for now I just want to fix a symptom, not a problem. I want to write again! I want to do it high school detention style, electronics locked away in another room and I just gotta write by hand! I want my hand to be cramping so badly by the time I'm done that when I crack my wrist I cry! Ok...maybe not that intense. But :P

This is either gonna sound really weird or really normal, but -- I feel like my brain is too fast for my hands. Or my hand is too slow for my brain. I just legit do not have the patience to write anything longform.

How do y'all recommend I get back into it and retrain myself? Should I maybe start with transcribing an already-typed fic? Should I start off with annotating books (if you're the type of person who thinks no one should ever write in books, pretend I said "take notes on a separate piece of paper", ok?) Obviously i know to start small and not try to immediately become Victor Hugo or anything like that, but I am wondering if anyone has any general advice on retraining that muscle.

I did go on google and reddit to try to find stuff but I guess I don't have the Search Engine Fu to word what I'm trying to say (most of the articles and posts were about, like, PT, or how to be less sloppy, and stuff) or it just seemed too...fluffy. Like "write in a pretty notebook uwu use your favorite pen!" Or just general focus/writing advice (quiet space etc) and not specifically on the Very Basic Skill of writing by hand, which is fair, lol. Plus honestly I'd rather get feedback from people I "know" even if it's just anonymously through fandom kvetching :)

I'd prefer tips specifically from someone who has genuinely retrained themself at this or at something that requires similar cognitive skills (I've worded that way too medically for such a silly problem ha i know), but obviously all input is appreciated!

--

My brain is definitely too fast for my hands. I usually prefer to type for that reason when I'm writing fiction, but I did just start using a new notebook with lovely mushrooms on it. I'm planning my porch redecoration/repainting, a bunch of knitting, decluttering, etc.

My biggest piece of advice is to get a really good pen. It doesn't need to be expensive, but it does need to have ink that flows beautifully. A frustrating pen is the death knell of getting anything done.

Anything that the shiny-light-chasing brain squirrels are supposed to calm down enough to do regularly can be built up to. It requires consistency. Set aside time every day. Treat it like those meditation exercises where the objective is less about never having a stray thought and more about coming back to the practice and re-clearing your mind every time it wanders.

[loolilyumm]

I am screaming. Sobbing. Girlboss and fail-wife is my favorite dynamic. The way you draw is so pretty and your colors are so good plus people who draw 3 with sanitization scars are literally so cool I mean look at acht, there’s canonical examples of it. But literally going aaaa rn because I love your ocs.

We got Reese and Margot, how about 4 and 8?

OMG AHH IM SO SOSOSO HAPPY YOU LIKE THEM..AND THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THE ASKS I LOVE ANSWERING THEM!! 🫶🫶🫶

I want to yap about my agents in separate posts so this one will be all about 8!

THIS IS OLIVE! She became agent 8 in the deepsea metro and has been a super active agent in the NSS ever since! They are like family to her - she lived with Pearl and Marina for almost 3 years before moving in with Reese! (Captain/Agent 3)

She was 14 during splatoon 1, and 16 during the events of octo expansion. Now in splat 3 she is 19!

She mains the dark tetra dualies but can use any weapon. She's super fast and agile so she likes weapons that work well with her speed.

She was an elite solider in the octoling army - she had just become one before she was ambushed by Cuttlefish and agent 3 (Reese) and they all fell into the metro.

None of them ended up falling in the same area of the metro, and Olive ended up being found by Tartar’s sanitized octolings and taken to the sanitation chambers to have her memory erased.

Side tangent - I have a specific idea in mind about how octolings are sanitized. If you want to watch this video, it explains it really well - https://youtu.be/zu4czvg5ClI?si=wFz1lABgkv7hz8Wk

But TLDR, there are 2 stages of sanitization. Stage one includes being wiped of all memories. The subject then has to go through a series of tests and trials before Tartar decides what to do with them based on how well they did. Then they get either blended or brainwashed into oblivion! 😆😆 woohoo yay! J think based on the side order diaries it kind of confirmed that 8 went through that first process…it just never said how so I made that part up. Lol

ANYWAY..!!! At the same time Olive is taken, Reese wakes up and begins searching for captain Cuttlefish. He doesn’t find him, but you know what he does find??!!?!?

WHOAAA WOWWW HE FINDS OLIVE

He’s like holy cow..! That’s the girl that was just attacking me…😦 and he’s like ahhh! I gotta help her!

But by the time the two of them make it out, he realizes that it’s too late. Her memory was completely wiped. The sanitization doesn’t leave any physical effects on her except for her eyes - they turned turquoise. The same color as the sanitized ink.

The two of them needed to find a way to find cuttlefish and get out of this creepy place, so they kept moving. Pretty soon they made their way into a train station and found cuttlefish waiting for them there!! And there was also a weird telephone that told Olive she was the newest test subject - and that passing all these trials was the key to getting her memories back and getting to the “promised land.”

Reese just went along with it because he assumed that was what octolings called the surface. He wanted to be a test subject too so he could help Olive, but the phone rejected him. No inklings allowed!

She was forced to go through hundreds of rigorous tests. She wanted more than anything to get back her memories and reach paradise. As she regained more memories, she realizes how different her old life was from the kindness these inklings were showing her now (and the two people on the radio called Pearl and Marina!). It just propels her toward finishing the tests, pushing herself to her limit, doing it not just for herself but for all of them.

She forms a really deep bond with these inklings. Cuttlefish is like a grandfather to her. Reese makes her heart flutter in ways she doesn’t even understand.

As the tests go on, she regains muscle memories from her days as an elite solider. She’s good at fighting. Really good. But these tests are really hard. 8 knows she can do it, but they’re really, really hard. And all these bad memories aren’t helping.

Through blood, sweat, and tears, Olive finally collects the 4 thangs and they can finally go to the surface! She is so proud of herself and feels on top of the world. Cuttlefish and Olive take the thangs to the telephone and wait for Reese, who’s out exploring the metro (one of the things he does to take up time and secure their safety). But the telephone is telling them they gotta go NOW and they can’t wait for Reese!

Cuttlefish and Olive say nope, nope, not happening. So they are forced into the blender and AHH!! OH NO VERY BAD!! EVERYONE FLIPS OUT AND…!!!

Reese appears and THROWS HIMSELF at the blender. Surprisingly, it works. The three of them leave the telephone and super jump through the hole Reese made in the ceiling. They’re going to get to the surface themselves.

Somewhere around the 4th phase, they are ambushed by a group of sanitized octolings. Olive gets separated from Reese and Cuttlefish. She is forced to keep moving and hope that they have made it to the elevator before her.

They have, but not in the way she thought! When she sees Reese’s partial sanitation, she doesn’t want to hurt him and holds back, resulting in herself getting injured very badly. She realizes this isn’t the friend she knows, and manages to defeat three and rescue him from brainwashing.

Soon after that she also saves the whole world and defeats Tartar. PERRIOODDD!! #slaythehousedown #girlboss

Reese and Olive got into a relationship soon after the events of octo expansion. They help each other through all the trauma of what happened down there and are the bestest friends and love each other so so much! Yay!!

And Olive got a new family that she loves so so much. YAYYY!!

AS OF SPLATOON 3…EBERYONE IS DOING AMAZING!! YAY!! Agent 4 is Olive’s new bestie. Margot (New agent 3) is like the little sister she never had. She and Reese have moved in together. She still does regular missions for the NSS and treats it as a full time job. She’s so proud of Reese for becoming captain. She couldn’t think of anyone more deserving.

I still haven’t decided what really goes down during the events of side order - I didn’t love that it was all a simulation, so idk how I’d write around that. I’ll figure it out! But for now, Let’s just say it’s not very fun for Olive.

BUTTTTT after the events of side order, she regains all of her lost memories (she left a few behind in Kamabo) and rediscovers herself.

HOLY CANNOLI I wrote a lot. I think about Olive so much and I hope you guys love her as much as I do.

If you guys have any questions about them whatsoever, please PLEASE feel free to send over an ask! I love answering them!!

IF YOU MADE IT THIS FAR…I love u. Mwah!

[tiktowafel]

hi and hello i'm back from the dead here are some 1b quirk headcanons (that may or may not contradict canon but i'm too lazy to check everything)

Kuroiro

dad had a very limited phasing quirk, mom had an ink quirk. neither had #000000 skin that part kinda came out of nowhere

despite obviously being connected to his ability it's just a mutation that appeared along with it and isn't required for the quirk to be usable -what i mean by this is that Monoma's skin doesn't turn black when he copies it

it's. a really confusing quirk mechanics wise. Kuroiro himself isn't exactly sure how it works, it just does and thinking about it too hard makes his head hurt lol

he can merge into dark surfaces. doing so doesn't increase the weight of the object he's merged into. it's like he straight up disappears.

when he fully submerges himself in a shadow, he finds himself in kind of a black void in which he can move freely (without using his muscles, i think. just zooms around somehow...) and which he can leave whenever he wants through the same surface he used to enter or another one connected to it. is it some sort of super limited alternate dimension that he can enter through shadows?? PERHAPS

since he doesn't lose his clothes when he uses his quirk, he has to be able to bring objects into the darkness with him. i imagine he can do it with all things that aren't living (them being black is not necessary because it seems to work with white shoes and bracelets) and as long as they're touching him - if he lets go of an object while in a shadow, it will just fall out. therefore his quirk can be used for transporting things, but not for storing them.

you can also explain him not losing his clothes by them being mirio style dna fabric but that's the more boring option so screw that

when jumping out of a shadow, his speed matches that at which he was moving inside of it. i think it would be cool if he could build up speed while moving through a shadow and then just SHOOT out of it and kick someone real hard

Pony

Pony actually has "two quirks" - the one that gives her horns and the ability to shoot them (inherited from her dad) and the one that gives her the appearance of a horse/pony (inherited from her mom). it's registered as "horn cannon" for the same reason why Tokoyami's quirk isn't "raven" and Mina's isn't "pink alien thing" - it's a passive mutation quirk so it gets "overwritten" by horn cannon, which is more "active" - does this make sense?

thanks to her secondary quirk Pony is much stronger than the average person and can run really fast when on all fours. she can also neigh like a horse, digest celulose a bit better than average and sleep while standing. it's... not much besides that

Pony's horn cannon quirk requires keratin to function, because it's what her horns are made of. regrowing her horns too many times causes her to suffer from keratin deficiency, worsening the condition of her hair, skin, nails and hooves

most telekinetic quirks cause headaches when overused, but Pony's ability to control her horns is very minor so that drawback doesn't really affect her

Kendo

her quirk is a mix of her parents quirks - her mom can extend her fingers and her dad has superhuman strength in his arms

enlarging her hands increases their weight a lot, but Kendo's abilities don't suffer from that because her back and arms are naturally extremely strong as an adaptation to her quirk (she can beat everyone in the class at quirkless hand wrestling - it's highkey unfair, but she can)

however, she still sometimes ends up with lower back pains if she uses her quirk too much

Setsuna

her dad does have a lizard quirk (that actually gives him a tail that he's able to detach and regenerate), but her mom's quirk is actually more similar to Setsuna's. it basically lets her detach and re-attach parts of her body along predetermined lines, and lacks the regenerative abilities

her quirk makes her basically indestructible because it lets her regenerate any destroyed or injured body part, plus she seemingly doesn't even need any of her organs to be connected to each other. her only weak point is her head, attacking it is the only way to knock her out (or kill her)

her head/brain is also her "core" - she can only regenerate body parts that are connected to her brain. i'll use the final exams as an example - if she managed to get her whole head outside the gate, she would be able to regenerate her whole body around it and pass (she would probably pass out from exhaustion, but still). however if she only got some other body part, like one of her arms outside the gate she wouldn't be able to do that because the arm isn't connected to the brain. hope you get what i mean lol

in-universe, her quirk probably isn't censored with black, so i'm guessing it looks quite gory and tends to freak people out when they see it for the first time. an upside to this is that thanks to having to deal with the sight of it on a daily basis, no one in class 1-B has to worry about the shock of first seeing gruesome injuries during hero work. they're all desensitized through safe means👍

a drawback that is shared by most regeneration quirks is that due to the rapid cell division that occurs when regenerating body parts, she is at a high risk of developing cancer. however that's far less troublesome than it sounds, as she can always just painlessly detach the cancerous part and grow a new healthy one. doctors hate this one weird trick or something

as you can probably tell from my art, i really like the headcanon that her skin looks kinda patchwork-y because her regenerated pieces are never exactly the same as the original body parts

due to those imperfections, she's extra careful about her brain pieces bc it's such a complicated organ that the tiniest change in its structure can seriously mess things up. like cause memory loss or personality changes, setsuna finds that terrifying and honestly who wouldn't!!

Tsuburaba

another 50/50 mix - his mom can create colorful smoke/mist with her breath and his dad can produce a glass-like liquid from his skin and solidify it at will

i gotta admit that i'm not sure what the "solid air" actually should be. if it was actual solid air, it would be incredibly cold, unless there's some pressure fuckery happening here. and since i kind of don't understand that hypothetical pressure fuckery i generally prefer to think that it's some different substance that's a solid in normal conditions and was just named "solid air" because the way it's created makes it seem like it.

while the amount of solid air he can create does depend on his lung capacity, the quirk itself doesn't give him any extra amount of it. in other words he has the lungs of a regular athletic teenage boy, nothing special

his actual "quirk factor" is his throat, using his quirk too much first dries it up, then proceeds to damage its walls, which can result in him not being able to use his quirk for a while. throat damage due to external factors does the same thing

he can make the stuctures created with his quirk disappear at will. it's not required, but he likes to snap his fingers when doing so. makes it look cooler.

he's only ever been shown to create stationary structures, but i like to think that he can also make mobile ones (in other words i think he should be able to make solid air weapons and tools because that's cool)

Tetsutetsu

exact copy of his mom's quirk. gotta go with the joke

along with the temperature resistance, inability to regulate his hardness and dependence on iron consumption, another difference between his quirk and Kirishima's is that turning into steel also significantly increases his weight, which allows him to hit harder at the cost of slowing him down a little

the wiki says that it was never clarified what "iron consumption" means, so it's up to me to decide - i think they meant that he needs to eat food that contains iron, judging by the fact that the (stereotypically!) rich in iron spinach is his favorite food. i don't think he eats the actual metal, lol

even when his quirk is off, his hair is slightly affected by it at all times, which makes it resemble thin metal wires. he styles it by bending it with his hands

Reiko

since it's an extremely basic quirk, i think she also directly inherited it from one of her parents i don't have concepts for them so idk which one oof

she can only use her quirk on entire objects, not parts of them

while she doesn't have to always keep the objects she's manipulating in her field of view, she has to see them in order to "pick them up" in the first place

i believe that the "can only lift things that weigh less than an average person" limitation she has in canon is supposed to explain why she doesn't just use it to throw people around, and yeah that makes sense. what doesn't make sense is why she can't pull them by their clothes instead, so i'm going to make up an explanation for that too - clothes are usually pretty thin, so trying to grab them without also grabbing the person themselves and therefore exceeding the weight limit usually requires quite a lot of precision, which Reiko doesn't have (yet - one day she'll learn, i imagine)

the term "weight limit" is a simplification, it's actually a mass limit. in other words when she can't lift something it's not because can't exert a strong enough force to counteract its weight, but because she can't manipulate this much matter at once. she wouldn't be all-powerful in space or when cooperating with ochako

speaking of the force that she can apply to objects, it can be pretty insane if she concentrates hard enough for a long enough time

she doesn't actually need to move her hands to use her quirk, but it helps her focus and visualize its effect better

as it's a major telekinetic ability, overusing her quirk gives Reiko headaches

(i'm making up so many rules and limitations because telekinesis is a BROKEN ability if you think about it enough lol)

Shiozaki

mix of her dad's ability to speed up plant growth and her mom's ability to manipulate her hair

since her vines are green, it's safe to assume they contain chlorophyl and therefore are able to photosynthetize. however, due to the way they're shaped, i doubt it's very efficient (bad surface area to volume ratio), so i suppose Ibara has to provide most of the nutrients herself. in other words i think she eats way more than the average person and drinks more water, too

failing to provide those will cause her ability to extend and move her vines to suffer, and in more extreme cases, they will just fall off. she can regrow them when that happens, but it takes time.

while theirs are obviously very different from ours, plants do have senses, and Ibara can use those plant senses of her vines as kind of an extension of her own

Kamakiri

another exact copy, of his mom's quirk this time. she actually used to be a pro hero, too (one day i might elaborate on this)

it does come with the innate desire to cut things, however thanks to his mom sharing the same quirk he received proper support so it never grew into a problem. on the other hand despite seeming scary, it's not that much to handle. he just satisfies that desire by cutting vegetables lol

by default his blades are extremely sharp, but if he focuses hard enough he can make them more blunt and less lethal

unrelated to the blades, but due to part-bug biology, he's much lighter than you'd expect someone of his posture to be.

and that's it for today~ i do have thoughts about the others' quirks but i felt like they weren't coherent enough to put here lol. maybe another day? also if anything here directly contradicts canon or if you just have other ideas, you are more than welcome to share your thoughts, i really like discussing quirks :]

[diapydemon]

A Little Magik, Chapter 4

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Content Warning: ABDL, MDLB, MDLG, diapers, Spanking, manipulation

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Read chapter 3 here.

Chapter 4: The Magik Temper Tantrum

“Are you excited for our field trip at the end of the week?” Alveria gushed from across the desk.

“Sure, but we’re just going into a low level dungeon, right?”

Alveria frowned, “So you’re not excited?”

“No, it’s not that,” I reassured, “it’s just that we’ve been to plenty of dungeons together before.”

“True, but you’ve never been able to practice magik in a dungeon before.”

“What magik?” I gestured to the wrap around bookshelves of Alveria’s library, “I’ve spent the last two weeks singing nursery rhymes, filling in coloring sheets, and completing worksheets.”

“We really need to work on your patience, cutie,” she smiled at me, “but if you ask me extra sweetly I’ll teach you some basic, practical magik.”

I rolled my eyes, “Ms. Alveria, will you pretty, pretty please teach me some practical magik?

“Dawww, You’re just the cutest thing!” She doted, “how could I say no?”

I sighed in resignation.

“First,” she asked, “how many senses do you have?”

“Uhm… five?” I answered with some trepidation; the question felt too easy.

“Right now that’s true,” she nodded, “but certain runes open up something like a sixth sense that allows you to sense magik more easily.”

“Really?” My voice radiated curiosity, “a rune will give me a sixth sense?”

“Sort of.” Alveria explained, “do you remember how you would feel my magik on you when I would heal you or imbue you with any support magik?”

“Uh-huh,” I nodded, “it felt gentle and warm like a nice bath.”

“Ahww thanks cutie,” she smiled at me.

For some reason that made me blush.

“Well, this rune will help you sense passive magik that isn’t directly affecting you, but is still surrounding you.”

“Ah… so this spell is good for detecting magical traps and stuff?”

“That and more! Everything that’s alive or was once alive has a magical frequency to it.”

Alveria gestured around the library with a wave, “Even these books have a magical frequency; the pages come from trees, and the leather bookcovers come from cows. As such, you can sense their magical frequency.”

“Wait,” I looked at the mahogany wooden desk, “so everything has a magical frequency then?”

“That’s right, smarty pants!”

I blushed; even after weeks of Alveria praising me like a child, I still wasn’t used to it.

“So, how do I activate this heightened sense?”

“With runes,” she smiled, “hence why I’ve been hammering them home for you the last couple weeks.”

“Cool!” I was excited, but I was still missing something: “Uhmm… I know a lot of runes and what they mean, but I still don’t know how to activate them.”

“I’m about to teach you, silly!” Alveria raised her pointer finger and began drawing the Silver Mirror rune in the air, “For more permanent spells, you need more permanent ink, but for temporary, fast-paced spells this method works fine.”

I raised my finger up in imitation of her.

“Focus on the magik aura that tingles on the edge of your skin, and imagine it welling up on your fingertip. The magik gathering there will serve as the ink that you’ll write with,” she explained.

“Now, draw the rune that I do. I’ll go slow, so you can follow along.”

My finger traced intricate curves into the air, and I could feel a small, extremely familiar magik take shape in front of me.

“Good job cutie. Now drag the rune you created through the air and over your ear. Then repeat the process for your other ear.”

I followed Alveria’s directions, and I soon felt a small magical weight that hung on my ears like dangling earrings. I immediately noticed the different auditory world I had stepped into: the mahogany table offered a low hum, the pages of the books produced intermittent chirping, and even Alveria herself produced a comforting melody.

This spell didn’t just heighten my magical sense, I could also hear non-magical sounds that I wouldn’t have been able to otherwise. I heard birds caw in the distance, pieces of conversation from merchants in the square below, and even the rustling of the gentle wind. Is this how Alveria heard the world all the time? No wonder she caught me sneaking out of bed the other night.

“This is awesome!” I exclaimed.

“I’m glad you’re enjoying it, but try not to overwhelm yourself too much, ok?”

“What are you talking about?,” I grinned, “I feel like I just discovered a whole new world!”

Alveria frowned, “don’t push yourself too hard; it’s still your first time and —“

“Ughhh,” I was suddenly unable to differentiate all the magik noise, and it all jumbled together into one, migraine-inducing mess of sound. I felt like I had the worst hangover of my life. On top of that, my nose started bleeding.

Before I even noticed her get up, Alveria had wrapped me in her arms.

“Shhhh, you’re okay cutie,” the warmth of her body and the magical melody of her frequency begin to overpower the asynchronous clutter, and it provided some relief. Soon, the temporary runes faded from my ears on their own, and my senses had returned to normal.

“What… what was that?”

“That,” Alveria rubbed my back while continuing her embrace, “was the first time you used magik. It’s like that for everyone, and shouldn’t be even a fourth as bad the second time.”

“Oh… ok,” I said weekly, “Well, let’s try it again.”

“No cutie,” Alveria shook her head, “I think it would be best to put you down for a nap after that.”

My eyes widened. I was just starting to make real progress, and she wanted me to stop!? And she didn’t just want me to stop, she wanted to ‘put me down for a nap’? Bullshit!

“No!” I shouted louder than I meant to, “I don’t want to nap; I want to do more magik!”

Alveria’s lips formed a thin serious line, “Cutie—“

“No!” I stood up from the chair, “No more cutie this or cutie that! I am not a baby, Alveria, and I want to learn magik; not take a nap!”

My emotions and senses were all in a jumble, so I didn’t even notice Alveria grab my wrist and pull me into her lap until it was too late. She held me down by the small of my back, and peppered my backside with a barrage of quick swats. They didn’t hurt, but the shock of being spanked completely stunned me. I felt water start to well up in my eyes.

Alveria lifted me with surprising strength —probably magically enhanced— and placed me sitting in her lap facing her.

I couldn’t raise my watery eyes to meet hers.

She raised my head with a gentle finger under my chin, “I didn’t want to have to spank you, but you were throwing a temper tantrum.”

I didn’t say anything, instead just allowing a slow tear to roll down my cheek. Alveria was right, and that didn’t help calm me down.

Alveria wiped the tear from my face, “Look cutie, I get it. Learning magik is fun and exciting, and it should be. But you’re my apprentice and responsibility. You have to trust that I have your best interest at heart and will guide you to learn at the pace you need to learn at, okay?”

“O-okay,” my crying slowed and eventually stopped.

“Now do you have anything to say to Ms. Alveria?”

“I-I’m sorry I got upset and yelled.”

“Thank you cutie, I appreciate that,” she offered a gentle smile, “I know your first time using magik can take a lot out of you, so how about we get you down for that nap.”

I nodded.

Alveria led me by the hand to my bedroom, but took me to the changing table before my bed or even wardrobe.

“…Ms. Alveria?” I asked with a shaky voice. I may have had a temper tantrum, but I did not need diapers.

“Cutie,” she squeezed my hand, “Using magik for the first time affects people in a lot of different ways. I think it would be good just in case.”

“But I—“

“Cutie,” her voice became firmer, “please don’t make me spank you again.”

I lowered my head in defeat, “O-okay Ms. Alveria.”

Soon after, I was lifted onto the changing table and my pants and underwear were gently pulled down my legs. Alveria chose an infantile diaper with cartoonish knights, castles, dragons, and princesses on it. I couldn’t say or do anything except feel the heat of my blushing cheeks. She methodically lifted my legs up and slid the diaper under me before sprinkling my groin with a generous helping of baby powder; now I didn’t just look like a baby, I smelled like one too.

Alveria then led me to the wardrobe where I was dressed in yet another magically imbued onesie. This one also had the crotch snaps to make diaper changes easier. I chose not to think about that too much.

Then she tucked me into bed and raised the bars.

“I actually have something I’ve been meaning to give you,” she smiled down at me.

“Really?”

“Mmm-hmm,” in a flash of magik Alveria produced a baby blue stuffed animal that looked like a dragon and placed him in the bed with me, “to help you fight off anymore nightmares,” she winked at me.

“T-thanks,” I hugged the stuffie.

“Sweet dreams,” Alveria planted a gentle kiss on my forehead before departing.

As she left, I felt semi-familiar magik envelop me, feeling its warmth strongest in my crotch and my arms. Where my new diaper and stuffed friend were. The magik reminded me of Alveria, but it was slightly different. I felt incredibly relaxed and began to drift to sleep. Maybe this was the strange magik in my aura. I decided it didn’t matter right now before yawning and drifting to sleep.

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As Aways, All Characters Depicted are 18+

[kinicheous]

cherry | xiao

it doesn't happen often, but sometimes you catch your boyfriend bolder than usual. this time, it's kind of your fault.

genres/notes: fluff, xiao is down bad, reader wears lip gloss (let me know if something is missing!)

xiao is staring. he’s definitely staring. you don’t even have to look up from your book, because you can feel how he’s staring the hell out of you, and archons is it making you nervous.

“you know,” you clear your throat, “if there’s something you want to tell me, just say it.”

you hear a quiet gasp, one that makes you feel a hint of victory. it’s short-lived though; xiao is quick to recover from being caught as he just hums from the other side of the table, propping an elbow on its surface, resting his chin in his palm. “nothing special. go ahead. keep reading.”

you, only half-heartedly, shoot him a glare from above your book, but regret it just as fast upon seeing how intently he’s actually looking at you. you quickly look down again, down at the inked words you hardly can focus on. “well, i’m trying, but it’s kind of hard when you’re staring holes through me.”

“even when your book is upside down?”

perhaps that’s one of the reasons you can’t focus.

nonetheless, you hurry to shift the book to its rightful position and return to the story with a groan of mild frustration, as if nothing just happened. 

something is off. he’s being different. he’s xiao but at the same time not, but it’s still him because he’s still as unpredictable as ever, in that one way only he is—you just cannot for dear life figure out what it’s about this time.

xiao knows though, he knows perfectly fine. he knew from the very beginning, as soon as he entered the kitchen just earlier this morning. he’d found himself oddly intrigued by the unfailiar tint on your lips; a gloss so subtle, but shimmering in a way that complemented its shape, your features and every inch of skin oh so perfectly. a new product you’d purchased somewhere? a gift from someone? hopefully not, he’d prayed, but at the same time it didn’t particularly matter where it came from. he did like to think you put it on for him — not that he would ever confess that — but was equally fine with knowing it’s probably for yourself. either way, it looks good on you. too good. was he always like this?

he never commented on it (still hasn’t, frankly), and had opted to simply take his seat by the kitchen table despite only having half a mind on the breakfast. the other half has been on your lip gloss ever since.

xiao wants to know what it feels like, what it would feel like on his thumb. he also wants to know if it has a certain flavor. at the same time though, he doesn’t want that, partially because it would mean wiping it off and partially because wiping it off felt nothing short of impolite. so he remains in his seat, admiring it instead.

you’re, on the other hand, starting to get impatient. sure, he doesn’t always speak his mind, but at this point it feels like he’s just messing with you. aware that you probably won’t get anywhere like this, you soon let out another groan, this one rather tired. you shut your book and slide it a bit further away, and his attention falters a bit as he both confusedly and curiously watches you slam your palms on the table to stand up.

“okay,” you puff out, trying to keep the eye contact as firm as you possibly can. it’s a bit hard, but by the end of the day it’s still just your lover. “something is up and i want to know what it is.”

the lover in question blinks at you a few times, actually a bit surprised. yet he can’t help but find the temper of a child you carry a bit amusing. he doesn’t take too long to collect himself and upon seeing the chance while it’s there, he finally moves just to mimic your posture.

across the table, xiao reaches out to hold your cheek in his palm. bold isn’t a word you frequently use to describe him, so it’s safe to say you’re surprised when he suddenly leans in, lips meeting before you can really process it. the way his move against your own isn’t as daring as the entire process itself, but there’s a humble tinge that one has to kiss countless of times to tell its eagerness and with the half-lidded eyes never diverting from you, you’re grateful the table is there to support you figure.

at last parting, there’s a faint red on his cheeks, but xiao isn’t as stunned as you are. he glances down at your lips, unable to stop himself from dragging his thumb across the corner where a bit of the gloss had smudged. he lightly smacks his own, and you soon hear him hum again, like he’s trying to figure something out.

“is that cherry?”

“y-yeah…”

[ancha-aus]

RealAgeAU Drabble - Curious Sight

What is this?! Two Drabbles?! @spotaus It is more likely than you think.

Mostly because i was REAL impressed you guys managed to keep it equal. like how? Also because i really wanted to do both so here you go! both!

This one is a lot shorter though hihi

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Just his luck.

Why did he have to have a favourite pie in a whole other universe?

The Toriel looks very apologetic “I am very sorry. They just sold out very quickly this time. I will have new ones tomorrow morning!”

Blue smiles as he pushes down the disappointment “It is okay! I can always try again later.”

Toriel smiles before motioning towards the other goods she has for sale “Anything else? The cupcakes are amazing today.” she smiles.

Blue shakes his skull “No that is alright. Thank you so much for checking!” he waves and leaves the small bakery.

He sighs as he stands outside.

Damnit.

His luck sucks today. He had hoped he could cheer himself up with some nice pie but it seems like they are out after all. Ugh. Then again, maybe it is his own fault for liking things outside his own universe so much.

Blue looks from side to side. Maybe he can look around a bit? See if there is another bakery. He doubts it because the town, and well this very universe, is very small and he hadn’t seen it when he visited this place with the Stars all that time ago.

But well. He doesn’t really have anything planned today.

He looks left and right and decides to go right for now. He wanders down the street and waves at people along the way.

Okay. So he can’t get the cherry hazelnut pie he wanted. Which is a shame. But he can do something else to cheer him up!

It had just been rough in his underground. Alphys had been very distrusting of the human this time around and it had been exhausting to get her to at least try to get to know them. That is not even the multiverse mess.

At least people don’t demand his help at every turn anymore. Sure he loves helping others but before it got so bad. Back when Dream was still doing the positive guardian thing. People had also demanded help of Blue. And Blue loves to help! But there had been the fear that if he said no it would reflect badly on Dream and Ink.

There is a reason he hardly travelled the multiverse alone before. It was just easier to give himself rest that way.

But now with Dream officially having a new god goal and Ink still being MIA it means people stopped bothering Blue all the time!

Blue tries to ignore the hurt that thinking about Ink brings. He had done so much to help Ink and had thought they had been friends! That Blue meant something to the other! Apparently not. Seeing as Ink hasn’t even shown his face anywhere yet, aside from meetings but Blue doesn’t really count that. They don’t even hang out afterwards. Ink just leaves again.

Blue shakes his skull and keeps walking. It is fine. Ink is also a god and probably busy with god stuff. Reaper was going to talk with Error and Ink about their godhood after all. Ink is probably just busy.

Blue just… he hopes Ink didn’t just… forget him…

Blue shakes his skull and pats his own cheeks twice. Come on Blue! Snap out of it! You got this! No need to dwell on the negatives. Especially if you don’t know what Ink’s reason is! There is no reason to worry or feel sad about things you don’t even know yet!

Blue sighs as he grabs his phone. His phalange hovering over Dream’s icon. No. Dream is dealing with enough. And asking him to track down Ink just so Blue can ask him why he doesn’t want to hang out anymore is just… a lot.

Blue scrolls through his contacts and pauses when he sees Red’s name. Huh. It has been a while since he hang out with Red. Maybe the two of them can go to some motorcross universe and drive a set of bikes around? Just go fast and have fun with a friend? He taps a message and sends it.

Blue grins at his phone as he waits. Oh this is going to be great. Just him and a friend having fun and talking about motorcycles!

A ping and Blue grins before it falls. Red says he can’t at the moment. Bad run going on in his universe and that his brother is very stressed. Apparently the last reset had gone very badly and Red had died and apparently Edge had gotten somekind of memory or dream about it and is hovering a lot more than usual.

Blue sighs but types back that he gets it and if he needs help just to let him know. Red answers with a thumbs up and a thanks.

Blue sighs and just looks up. Huh. He recognises these streets but can’t quite remember where from. Maybe all these areas just look alike? Blue shrugs and looks back at his phone.

Maybe he can ask Sans, or whatever everyone decides to call him. Sans is a bit… strange. No one is quite sure why, Sans least of all. It is just weird how everyone just decided that no nickname really fit him. They tried Comic and Classic. But in the end everyone just ends up referring to him with Sans.

Which is weird as fuck with all of them originally being Sans. Yet Sans is the most Sans.

It is hard to explain.

He finds the number and grins as he is typing a message.

A moment later he answers that he is down to hang out.

Blue grins as he starts typing, not really paying attention to where he is going. He texts his friend about maybe going to Outertale to just hang out at the café. Or even to try and find a new universe.

Sans says he is down and asks if he wants to meet wherever he is now to travel together or to meet at Outertale and search for each other there.

Blue thinks and is about to type for Sans to come to him as he looks up for a reference for Sans to teleport to. Only to freeze.

That is the Cuddly Cat.

More importantly.

That is the back of Killer’s jacket leaving around the side of the building.

Blue doesn’t even answer the text as he runs towards the other road.

He gets there just in time to see the portal melt shut. Blue searches for the right app on his phone and holds it near the slowly fully closing rift. Praying he was fast enough to manage and get there in time.

It takes a moment and the signal the app is picking up disappears. But it is still loading and Blue stares at the program as it slowly slowly loads.

Then it pops up with coordinates to an universe!

Blue stares in shock before seeing another message of Sans appear at the top. He quickly texts him that he is very sorry but that he just spotted the gang out and about.

Sans’s reply is mostly confused. Asking why it matters as Sans thought that was all already solved? So why try and track their movement?

Blue is thorn. Does he share that Dream doesn’t actually know if Nightmare is dead? That Dream is actually looking for Nightmare?

Blue ends up typing that Dream still wants to personally apologise for the gang and Sans says he gets it and just let him know when he got time to hang.

Blue sighs as he opens the right chat window and starts to type. But then removes the message as he tries to type one again.

Over and over as he struggles over what to exactly say before he settles on a message.

“I saw the gang. I know to which universe they went. We got a lead if you want to check it out?”

And he waits.

His phone pings.

“Please.”

Seems like he got plans after all.

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