#i'm putting off the new tattoos and piercings i want because i always do that and then i get sad that i don't have them yet

[the-casbah-way]

i'm not doing anything !!!!!!!!!!!!!! i'm not fucking doing anything !!!!!!!!!!!!!! i just sit and rot and worry and yearn whilst other people are out there living and feeling and breathing and experiencing and still i just do nothing !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[soffpisces]

enhypen’s reaction to your new piercing!!

enhypen hyung!line x gf!reader

warnings: needles, piercings duh, suggestive for jake’s and hoon’s, kissing, ungodly amount of pet names, uhh touching?, mdni

masterlist

heeseung- lip piercing

“okay baby, close your eyes,” you say to his sitting form on the bed whilst peaking from behind his door. you had called him before arriving at the dorm saying you had a surprise for him, and now here you two were.

he closes his eyes and gives a nervous laugh. “should I be scared right now?”

“maybe!” you tease, giggling while you make your way into the room. “okay. now pucker your lips…”

he makes an unsure face but does it anyway, knowing you wouldn’t do anything to hurt him.

you slowly bring your face closer to his and softly kiss his lips. the ring hugging your lip feels cold as it presses between the two of you.

he audibly gasps at the feeling of something that’s not usually there when he kisses you. pulling away, he takes your jaw and pulls you back so he can get a good look at your piercing.

“baby! is this real?!” you weren’t sure how he would react, but he didn’t seem like he disliked it, at least.

running your tongue over it, you giggle, “yes, silly! it’s not a prank.”

"did it hurt, baby doll?" he's instantly concerned as he thoroughly inspects your bottom lip, lightly pressing on it as he does.

"nah, not really," you mumble whilst he curiously brushes over the ring. "do you think it's cool?"

"oh baby, you're the coolest," he tells you with stars in his eyes and a gentle kiss on your lips.

jake-belly button

to put it lightly, jake was probably more excited than you for your piercing appointment. when you first told him you were planning to get your belly button pierced, he almost bounced off the walls with excitement.

"what do you think about me getting my belly pierced?" you ask him randomly one day, just chilling in his room. he instantly perks up at this, looking up from his phone and looking at you excitedly. you swear you could see his tail wagging behind him.

"baby. i would probably come in my pants." you have never seen him this serious about something... ever.

so, this is how you're here at the piercer/tattoo shop. clenching jake's fist in a death grip, as you lie down on the table.

"i feel so vulnerable right now," you say looking up at him, giggling nervously.

"it's okay, i'm here doll." needless to say, he's not very happy that the piercer is a guy and touchin' on his girl's navel (albeit professionally), but he only glares a few times before focusing on you.

“okay deep breath. 1, 2, 3- and you’re done!” the piercer is already expertly securing the jewelry in place when you realize it’s over.

“oh ouchie- you okay baby girl?” you see Jake’s worried face and notice it’s drained of color. he helps you sit up, and your breath hitches at the subtle pain as your torso moves and the sight of the pretty jewelry in the mirror.

“wow, i love it! i didn’t even feel it!” you say excitedly, admiring your new piercing in the mirror.

the grip jake had on your hand slowly loosens, and you look back to see him almost collapsing onto the piercing bench, looking like he just saw a ghost.

“holy shit, babe. you look so hot”- he says faintly, taking a shaky breath, “but i shouldn’t have watched.”

jay-conch

as jay’s girlfriend, of course you had to get the iconic conch piercing. he was actually the one that wanted you to get it first, though. you had immediately agreed because- what a cute couple activity!

“should i be expecting to pass out from the pain?” you ask him in the car as he drives to the location. your hands fiddled with a random straw wrapper, trying to keep yourself from being too nervous.

“stop looking at pain levels on reddit,” he jokingly scolds you. “you’re just gonna freak yourself out, doll.”

“what if i pee myself or like throw up on the piercer??” you knew you wouldn’t actually, but thinking of the worst case scenarios always takes the edge off.

he laughs at you and pats your leg gently. “if you do, i’m getting it on video.”

for the rest of the ride he placates your whines of worry with loud singing to “highway to hell” by ac/dc… quickly, you regret coming.

the piercer turned out to be a really cool-looking 20-something girl who smelled like weed and strawberries (you digged it). safe to say, you were in good hands, and your nerves calmed down as you all joked with each other.

“alright so, it could bleed a little so i’m just gonna put this cloth over your shirt,” she starts getting the equipment ready, “remember deep breaths and 1,2,3!”

it took every bit of two seconds to get the needle through since the cartilage is so thick, and the whole time you’re squeezing the life out of jay’s hand.

“that’s my tough girl! hurts real good right?” and goddamn, it hurt worse than you thought.

“fuck jay, why’d you put me through that,” you joke to him, letting out your breath.

the mirror is handed to you as she finishes putting the back on, and your eyes light up at the new addition. it looks actually so cute.

“yea, hurts like a bitch,” she starts, “you want me to snap a picture for you two?”

you both nod eagerly and thank her for the piercing and the picture of your two ears side-by-side. the matching jewelry was a perfect idea.

“my little mini-me looks so cute,” he coos, kissing your cheek as you both leave the shop.

sunghoon- back dermals

you honestly felt like hot shit getting these piercings and couldn’t wait to show hoon. although, you weren’t the type to boast about things like this, so you decided to nonchalantly soft-launch your new piercings hoping to get a surprised reaction from him.

for your outfit, you landed on low-waisted fold-over leggings and a slightly cropped shirt. this way, you could be comfortable just going to his dorm but also feel confident he would pay extra attention to your figure.

“so i was thinking we could just play smash bros and whoever loses has to make ramen or we could up the stakes”- there’s an audible pause in his explanation as you both walk to his room. he’s catching you by your hips before you’ve even made it through the door.

“wait- what are these?” his thumbs start caressing the skin around the jewels as he inspects your lower back.

“oh, those? i got them the other day,” you giggle, “you like them?”

“baby. you’re so”- he cuts himself off before he embarrasses himself. does he like them? what a fucking question. he’s going to ruin you!

“you don’t like them?” you pretend to pout at him. of course you knew he was actually popping a boner right now.

“if you don’t get in this room right now, i am going to take you right here, in this hallway.” pfft. does he like them. what a stupid question.

ermmm slowly becoming a hyung!line writer sorry:3 lmk if there’s any warnings i missed!!!

status: geeked and hoping u like this post❤️‍🔥

[steviewashere]

So, once I'm done with my holiday exchange fic and the New Year's fic I promised (which is definitely going to be out when it's not even New Year's anymore. oops), I want to work on two projects as my main focus for the rest of January and all of February (while I'm doing any holiday prompts or whatever). These will be Punk Steve (as somebody requested him last year and I'm taking fucking forever) and the San Francisco Steve.

Here are some of the ideas I have for Punk Steve (scenes and HCs), if you're interested:

CW for Mentions/Implied/Referenced Child Abuse below

He employs Robin to help him with his hair. It's the first major thing he focuses on, as his hair has always been part of his image. They dye it with purple Kool Aid packets. And then Robin cuts it, choppy and shitty and it's the worst he's ever seen his hair, but he loves it. It's awful and Robin was tipsy the entire time she had the scissors in her hands, she kept giggling into the back of his neck, which then made him giggle—somebody moving because they're laughing is not easy to manage a haircut around.

Robin helps him pierce his earlobes with ice cubes and safety pins and she gifts him a set of studs to put in his ears while they heal. Then, when his ears are ready for different earrings, he goes with a different pair of studs that he sanded down and super-glued spikes to.

Steve going out of town for a little trip—he goes after his parents come home and discover this new version of him, and he's so pissed off that he can't stay in Hawkins for the weekend, so he treats himself. He goes to a queer bar because why the fuck not? He's been in the closet for years, worried about his dad's opinion, but his dad doesn't even like him as he is now, so who's he hiding from anyway? Anyway. Steve's outside the bar, a little buzzed, smoking a cigarette. When, from his right, somebody approaches with a, "You know, those'll kill you." He turns, only to come eye to eye with Eddie Munson, 'The Freak'. And, he's still working some shit out so he's got initial prejudices when he sees Eddie, but stops himself short in a matter of seconds, knowing that he's one of the freaks that Eddie would take in. He just leans back into the brick wall behind him, eyeing the cigarette Eddie's taking from his own pack. "You're a hypocrite, Munson. Need a light?" And then he leans over with his lighter glowing before Eddie can even say anything, staring at the way the little orange glow highlights the light sheen of spit on Eddie's plump lower lip, the freshly shaved down mustache under his nose. It stirs something in him, flips his heart over, dries his tongue. Then, they just smoke in silence next to each other, until Steve notices Eddie's bat tattoo. "Sick ink," is the comment he goes with. And that leads Eddie to hand over his forearm, let Steve investigate it, ramble on about some guy named Ozzy Osbourne—an artist Eddie idolizes from his scene. Steve just nods along, content. He asks about the tattoo shop that did it, if they take walk-ins. If Eddie would go with him in the morning so he could get his first tattoo done because, he admits it, he's sorta scared shitless, considering the whole Russian needle shit the few months before.

Steve at his first tattoo appointment, Eddie next to him. Flipping through a book of flashes. He doesn't even have to debate which one to get when he flips to a page with a robin on it. "It's not the most badass tattoo in the world, but it'll still mean something to me," is what he tells Eddie's confused expression. When the artist takes the flash book back, and disappears further into the shop to create a stencil, his nerves begin to spike. There's the buzz of tattoo guns around him, a guy wincing in the corner from the ink he's getting on his knee, a few droplets of blood beading before they could be wiped. It's stupid, how afraid it's making him feel and he voices that, but Eddie doesn't make fun of him. Just tells him, "It's always scary the first time. But I'll be there. Y'know, in case you need somebody to voice for you." And Steve remembers that during the tattoo. When the beak of the robin is being tattooed over part of his wrist bone, intense and throbbing. He squeezes Eddie's hand, because at some point they started holding hands, and buries his face into his shoulder, tears beading in his eyes. He has to stop a few times, just for Eddie to wipe his tears or give him a cup of water, and even once because he'd been hyperventilating too hard and nearly passed out. But it gets done, eventually, and then he has a new thing to show Robin when he gets home. He tells Eddie as such. And tries, though it's difficult, to ignore the little disappointed lilt in Eddie's, "Oh," when he's told about Robin.

Steve needs to get his septum pierced for sure. I need to make it happen. So that's going on the list.

Him having Eddie show him how to sew. Eddie's barely veiled distaste towards one of the punk band patches he's handed. Eddie smiling when he's handed a Misfits patch that's clearly been drawn by Steve's own hand, some of the lettering a lot wobbly.

Steve rocking the shit out of a skinhead. He definitely bites the guy hard enough to leave a ring of teeth.

Uhh....he and Hopper go at it a few times. I kinda want it to be a hard earned camaraderie because he doesn't trust Hopper at first. Maybe due to the fact that, when Steve needed help to get away from his parents, he was sort of sidelined by the police and Hopper had been a part of that. I'm not sure yet, but all I know is that Steve's ACAB patch isn't just baseline agreement on the statement, but a deeply personal connection he has from past experience. Maybe he even distrusts Hopper because of something Eddie had told him about, about Al Munson being handled when it was almost too late, but not before when it was the beginning and Eddie had been too small and too scared of his dad. Just Steve hating Hopper's guts for a while. And him being untrusting of this adult that was supposed to help him, both in and out of the Upside Down.

He takes to Wayne immediately. Wayne offered to help patch him up after Steve and his dad had been at it. Wayne gave him tenderness and care, soft words of comfort—things Steve can barely remember ever having.

Okay, maybe I want to also have a focus on Steve and his relationship with his parents. Just. How much he hates his dad. How much he wants to break free from his dad's abuse over the years. And part of that included in his car. Steve didn't buy his car, his dad bought it for him—some "standard, all American" 16th birthday gift or whatever bullshit his dad tried to spoon feed him. It's one of the last things tying him to his dad. So, he takes the baseball bat to it. Leaves it wrecked and damaged in his parents' driveway and storms off on foot, going to Robin's. She opens the front door to Steve, panting, red faced, sweating; he's still fisting his baseball bat in his hands, a dazed look in his eyes, wobbly lips. There's a few shards of glass in his hair, one that seems to have solidified its place in his left eyebrow. And all he says is, "He can't hurt me anymore." Before being pulled inside, sobbing into Robin's hands as she carefully plucks the glass from his face. It's not long after that that he gets a place with Eddie and Robin.

Once he's adopted into the Munson family, (not legally, of course, he told Wayne so. After the fact that he discovered Wayne's an ally. "I want to date your nephew. Please don't adopt me."), he starts collecting a whole wardrobe of hand-me-downs. A pair of dirtied work boots that he puts studs on, some flannels that he either rips the sleeves off on or purposefully distresses (the sleeve scraps get used for patches), socks that he layers when wearing boots or turns into gloves, and lots and lots of jeans that he begins turning into crust pants. Of course, too, an old fisherman's denim vest that's nearly identical to Eddie's. "Just in case you want more room for them punk bits and bobs. Your jacket's gettin' kinda full." Eddie helps him attach zippers and spikes, shows him how to turn bottle caps into pins, and most importantly—shows Steve how to really have fun with decorating his shit.

His work boots have two different colored ladder lacing on them: yellow and purple. I was going to say orange instead of yellow, but I can't get a clear enough answer on that lace color to confidently say it for him. But the yellow is anti-racist. And purple, from the sources I've read, has meant gay pride. (Gay Steve my beloved).

He would never shoplift from a Mom and Pop store. But the local Wal-Mart??? Oh-ho-ho, he is in there swiping up nails and screws for his projects, menstrual pads when Robin needs them, baby formula for the mom he walked by as he entered the store, dog food for the strays near his apartment.

I think he's never really been an artistic kid. However, as soon as he is handed a can of spray paint, that is his time to shine. His proudest job is a dick he sprayed on the driver's side window of Powell's car.

Circling back to the whole Hopper beef that Steve has, I definitely want to write a scene where he's being carted home by Hopper in the back of his cop car. Hopper's frustrated, because this is the third time this month that Steve's been back there, but Steve won't stop. "Stop doing stupid shit, Steve. It's a bad look for you." But Steve just rolls his eyes. "Then shit shouldn't be so stupid." And I think that maybe Hopper would try and tell him that he's too good of a kid to be doing things like vandalize Powell's car or get caught shoplifting or [enter other small harmless crime]. And Steve just gets so combative. So fucking angry. He snaps, "Then maybe 'good cops' like you shouldn't let so many kids slip out of your hands. You ever think of that?" After some stunned silence, Steve follows up with, "You have no right telling me what kind of person I should be. I couldn't even be a person until recently." Or something like that (tee-hee).

Anyway. I'll stop right here because I could go on and on and on about different ideas I have for my version of Punk Steve. But uh. I know for certain this one's going to be longer than one chapter because I really, really want to see where I could get this character to go. I love Punk Steve so much.

[satancopilotsmytardis]

semi-public sex maybe with vampire shig and that possessive dynamic?

Pairing: ShigaDabi

Contents: Semi-Public Sex, Blood Drinking/Kink, Possessive Behaviors, Anal Fingering, Anal Sex, Cum Eating

He has never been a fan of doing work out of places like Pulse, but unfortunately, the number of vampires in the PLF is dismal. They need the supernatural element in their army if they want to keep pace against the heroes, and once he has access to all of All For One, he'll be able to give quirks and copies of quirks freely. Something that will only benefit them to the fullest effect if their soldiers don't start losing their minds to the extras. Something only nomu and vampires can do. So more vampires in their numbers are needed. And the best place to find vampires are in clubs like Pulse, which cater to their needs. Tomura can't help but wonder how many of the humans here are thralls, how many are tourists in over their heads, how many are just looking to get turned, but there are more humans than there are vampires which is generally what's preferred in places like this. Because more humans means that everyone can feed to their heart's content without the bodies starting to pile up. 

He hates doing business with other vampires, especially since Dabi is sitting at his elbow. Especially, especially since he hasn't had reason to give Dabi any of his blood lately, hasn't tasted the other man's tears in weeks between work and his training to use All For One. Which means that Dabi is an unclaimed human in the club and he's been turning down drinks and other offers since they walked in. Tomura is well-aware that this is a hell of his own making. That he's the one who has been avoiding having any kind of serious conversation about making Dabi his, hasn't wanted to do that because it can make his firefly more susceptible to suggestions from him. Values Dabi's independence and mind, doesn't want to risk turning him into a thrall, not sure he has enough control yet to keep from slipping. However, he also hasn't wanted to tell Dabi that. The League, the rest of the PLF, all seem to be under the impression he's a born vampire and it's an illusion that there's value in him keeping if he wants more vampires in their numbers.

But if one more person tries to get his firefly's attention--

"Dabi?" He and the arsonist look up from the conversation they were having with the head of a family that he's hoping will join. 

His firefly blinks, and then he grins at the lanky dark blue haired vampire who spoke. His style is similar to Dabi's, leather, mesh, a smattering of piercings across his features, and a large tattoo wrapping around his neck, marred in the place where he was turned. "Simon? Shit, long time no see." 

Yuto Kunimoto's brow lifts, looking a little more interested than he was a moment ago. "You know this one, Simon?" Can smell the blood between the two of them. Simon must have been sired by Kunimoto. 

"Yeah, Dabi and I go way back. Used to use him for demo on some of your odd jobs, before he disappeared to join up with, well, you." Simon gestures at him. "Forgive me for not shaking your hand, Shun Okuma or Simon Says if you'd prefer." 

"Tomura Shigaraki." He greets, doing his best not to let his lip curl or his smell sour when Simon can't quite keep his eyes off Dabi, when there's a faint tang of arousal in the air between them that tells him very clearly that they didn't just work together. 

Kunimoto clocks it too, "Well, why don't you two catch up? I'm sure we're more than capable of continuing our business?"

And because work always comes first, Tomura swallows his possessiveness and glances at Dabi. But he's clocked how much more susceptible their contact has gotten in this moment as well, and he shrugs lightly, getting up from the table. "Sure, find me when you're finished?" As if he would do anything else. 

It's a fresh form of torture, a new hell, when he has to watch Dabi melt into the crowd with Simon. But he stays put. Work first. 

///

Kunimoto is on board. Great. That is an objective win for them tonight, and arguably the most important ally they needed to secure. He is desperately trying to let that thought keep him grounded as he moves from their private VIP room overlooking the rest of the club, down to the main bar and dance floor where Dabi is. Can't see him yet through the crush of bodies, but he knows his firefly's scent anywhere, knows the smell of his arousal too and that nearly has his fangs dropping. He finds he and Simon at the bar, the vampire's shot glass being filled by one of the bartenders on tap for the night, and Dabi with two fingers of whiskey. He can't hear their conversation, white noise filling the air under the heavy base of the music to keep all of the vampires present from overhearing every conversation inside of the building, but Dabi is laughing and Simon has a sly smile. Can smell his interest even stronger too. 

Definitely makes his voice a little clipped when he moves over to them, "Dabi," 

And the laughter dies, Dabi's eyes going sharper and a brow raising. "Oh, duty calls, it was good seeing you again." 

"Yeah, you too, know you changed yours, but my number's still the same. Hit me up if you ever want to get together again." 

"Sure, I'll keep that in mind," But Dabi just finishes his drink and slips from his stool. Tomura hopes his eyes aren't glowing as his fingers twitch, wanting to wrap them around Simon's neck until he's nothing but dust. "See you, man." 

He smells the other vampire's lust as Dabi starts to walk away, knows he's staring at his firefly's ass, and nearly snarls. Ends up wrapping his hand around Dabi's arm, grip a little too tight, one finger still away from his skin, and pulling him along to one of the private alcoves. 

Smells Dabi's worry very clearly as they get tucked into the small, dark space away from the rest of the crowds. "Negotiations go that badly?" 

He's not thinking clearly enough to actually respond, instead is pushing Dabi up against the curved wall. His human's scent spikes with his surprise, doesn't normally manhandle him when they're not in the bedroom, doesn't normally touch him when they're not in private. Can't help himself now. Needs his claim on Dabi's skin, sunk into his veins. Needs everyone to know that Dabi is his. Spirals into a much headier scent of arousal when he brings their bodies together into a tight line and starts by claiming the arsonist's mouth for himself. Smoke and whiskey on his tongue, the heady tang of his blood humming just under the surface. The way that Dabi melts into the rough kiss satisfies something primal inside of him as his human gets his hands in the collar of his shirt and tries to pull him even closer. 

The alcove fills with the smell of his arousal, knows his own is tangling into it as well, knows that these hidey-holes were made for this exact purpose, but they shouldn't be utilizing them. They should be more responsible, smarter, they are two of the most wanted criminals in Japan with reputations to protect. Tomura can't give a single fuck about any of that as he lets his hands drag down Dabi's sides. Mesh top with his jacket thrown over top, leaving more of him on display than he ever usually shows anyone but him these days. Shirt so thin he doesn't even need to get his fingers underneath it before Dabi's shivering from his lower temperature even as he pulls him closer as he licks into his mouth. Always likes to tease his tongue along his fangs, always tempting him, daring him to bite. He never does, never has, which is why he thinks it comes as such a surprise to them both when there is blood suddenly filling their mouths. Dabi yelps, pulling away sharply, hand going to his mouth, eyes a little wide. Tomura needs to apologize, but he's never had his firefly's blood straight from the vein before, and as he swallows that taste, he finds himself opening his mouth to lick the traces of that heady tangled flavor of snow, ash, and molten metal from his lips instead. 

And Dabi's scent isn't distressed, it's thick with his desire. Doesn't say anything before he's tangling his hands into his hair and pulling him back in, presses the blood that pooled on his tongue past his lips with a needy moan. The nip to his tongue only bleeds for a little while, only long enough to make him absolutely desperate for more. Tries to distract himself from his growing hunger by dragging his fingers along Dabi's seams, along the sensitive places where he loves to be touched and that turn his human into a mess of pleasure and want. When the first weak moan slips out of him, Dabi pulls away again, distracts him again because there is blood pooling bright and tempting across the unscarred sections of his cheeks. 

"Duster," fuck. He tries to reign in his instincts. The rest of the League don't even know about them, should really not be about to fuck him with nothing but a curtain separating them and a club full of hundreds. Smells a touch of Dabi's nervousness and starts to force himself to move back. Not expecting his firefly to hold a little tighter on his collar. He's not strong enough to pull him closer, not if Tomura doesn't want to move, but he stills. Blue eyes flick to the curtain, and then don't meet his, his face going even hotter with his blush as his arousal grows more insistent. "Here?" And the word isn't a question, it's a plea. 

A plea that strips any self-restraint he was barely clinging to because the next moment he's pressing Dabi up against the wall harder, hooking his hands under his legs and lifting. His firefly knows this well enough, immediately wraps his legs around his hips to help hold himself up as their mouths meet in another frantic kiss. With Dabi's legs spread, with their bodies pressed so closely together, he can immediately feel how hard the other man is against him. Tomura nearly purrs as his mouth moves along his jaw and down the side of his neck, his hands now shifting to his firefly's belt. More than used to the thick accessory by now, manages it swiftly with one hand as the other returns to his seams. Is sucking and licking at his pulse point when he gets it loose and shifts attention to the clasp of his pants as well. He never gives Dabi's neck this much attention. Normally stays away from it, from the temptation of any major veins or arteries so that he doesn't lose control, but he can't pull himself away as he gets his hand around his firefly's cock. Dabi moans, makes his blood smell so much hotter with his arousal and embarrassment, and shoves his knuckles between his teeth. That won't do. 

Forces himself to stop worrying at his neck and reaches for Dabi's wrist, forcing his hand away from his mouth. "Let them hear. I want everyone to know not to touch you, I want them all to know that you're mine." 

"Tomura," his name escapes Dabi on a moan, trying to rock his hips up into his touch. Rewards his eagerness by rubbing along his piercings the way he always likes. Dabi rolls his hips forward, hand fumbling to reach into his pocket and Tomura pulls him away from the wall enough to help him. Knows his eyes are definitely glowing when he produces a packet of lube and pushes it into one of his hands. 

"Planning on getting fucked tonight?" His voice a furious snarl, hand supporting his weight tightening enough he knows he's close to bruising his firefly's skin. 

Dabi's embarrassment is such a distinct smell, one he's gotten so familiar with since they started doing this and he discovered how much the human likes humiliation mixed into their play. "...Wanted you to fuck me like this. Was hoping," and he hears Dabi's heartbeat go a little faster, hears the nervous way he swallows before he barely manages to whisper, "that you would bite me tonight." 

Tomura is pretty sure whatever last tattered shred of his sanity he had finally snaps. 

He usually doesn't use his vampiric speed unless he's in a fight, never uses it in bed with Dabi, but he's definitely going faster than the human can even process when he gets his hands in his waistband and eases them down his thighs low enough for him to give them both with they want, slicing the packet of lube open with a claw and retracting them as he dribbles it over his human's cock before the rest is smeared over his fingers. Dabi lets out another sound of surprise that is quickly lost in a desperate moan as his hand goes back to his cock, and the other goes to start to press inside of his tight hole. 

He's never going to get over how hot Dabi is inside. How he feels like an inferno just waiting to burst free and how fucking good that is around his fingers, around his cock, when he's inside of the arsonist. He's wondered if Dabi's blood will be that hot too against his tongue if he ever took directly from a vein, and he's never let himself before. But Dabi wants it, came here knowing that all of the other vampires, that the constant feeding that is happening in Pulse, and the heady smell of that pressing in on his senses was going to make his thirst so much worse. Came here hoping that Tomura would claim him. He has never been able to deny Dabi anything before, can't help giving him exactly what he wants now. 

Normally he would spend more time getting Dabi's body ready for his cock, doesn't want to hurt the human unnecessarily, But Dabi always wants to move faster and tonight, Tomura lets himself be rushed. He's aching for the human as badly as Dabi is for him, and as soon as he's pulling his fingers out, Dabi's making a pleased sound and reaching for his belt and button too. Has his blunt teeth sunk into his throat as he gets his hand inside of his pants and wraps it around his cock. Doesn't know if he's ever wanted the arsonist as badly as he wants him right now, and he uses his strength to get Dabi back into the position he wants. Doesn't get any protests from his firefly when that means that soon his head is pressing against his wet, twitching hole, but it does earn him his favorite needy little whimpers as Dabi tries to grind against him, to get him inside even faster. But he's willing to wait to ensure,

"You're sure about this? Be mine until my blood is out of your system."

And that does make Dabi hesitate too, his face flushed and his heart beating a little louder. It makes the smell of his blood fill the air even more and Tomura's fangs are aching with the desire to be buried into his throat. "Want you. Please, sir?" Forces himself away from his neck so that he can give his firefly a kiss instead as he starts to press inside, swallowing the loud moan that he knows would have escaped him otherwise. Gives himself a moment to revel in the heat of his firefly's body, in the tight wet clench of his muscles around him, before he starts to move. 

He's never been a particularly loud partner, but Dabi is. And for as much as he seems to have wanted this, was prepared for what being fucked in a semi-public space would entail, he's filling the alcove with the tangled scent of his arousal and humiliation as he tries to bite back his moans and whimpers as Tomura sets them to the fast, rough pace that he knows only works up his firefly more. He keeps one hand to help support Dabi's weight but the other moves back to his cock, stroking in time with his thrusts and making Dabi's moans go louder as his head falls back against the wall, his own hands bunching into the fabric of his shirt desperately as he tries to hold on. Gives him complete access to his throat and he can't wait any longer. 

Tomura has never bitten someone while they're fucking. He likes to be in control during his sexual encounters and he never feels as out of control as he does when he's feeding. Took him two years after being turned to stop binging. Maybe there's a part of him that had kept turning down even the implications of feeding on Dabi because he was scared he would have a drop of his blood and risk killing or turning Dabi because he couldn't stop himself from overindulging. But that fear is gone in an instant as his fangs sink into his neck. Dabi's blood bursts over his tongue, hot with his quirk and so addictive in its flavor, but rich. Just the first swallow is filling his gut with the heavy warmth of a good meal. He couldn't drain Dabi even if he wanted to, would be so drunk on his blood that he might sleep for the first time in years. 

"Tomura, Tomura, ah, ah--" can taste the pleasure building in Dabi's veins as they keep moving together. His thrusts are getting faster, harder, as he feeds, as he tastes how badly Dabi wants him. Tomura thinks he might burn his tongue on the next swallow of the arsonist's blood as he keeps feeding as he chases more of that pleasure in his veins. The carnal enjoyment of their flesh together, the satisfaction of his hunger being quelled so deeply for the first time in years, the way that Dabi's pleasure is becoming his own, all of it makes Tomura suddenly understand why so many of his kind like to fuck while feeding. Sips at Dabi's veins as they build and build their pleasure, his hand moving over his cock faster as his firefly's moans go even louder, his thighs trembling around his hips. Can taste that he's not going to last much longer. Wants to know how much hotter his blood will get when he goes over the edge. 

It's torture to take his teeth from his throat, but Tomura knows his firefly, knows that he needs more than the physical touches to send him over the edge. Does more for him than he's even expecting to see his bite mark bleeding on Dabi's neck. His arsonist is hazy, but manages to pull him into a kiss, blue eyes foggy with his lust, and grip weak from blood loss and his venom. Didn't think he could get any more aroused when he already feels so good with Dabi's body hot and tight around his cock, but it turns into a more aching, insistent need when he sees his claim on his skin. Tomura tries to give him his kiss, but Dabi pulls away quickly, making an unhappy sound when his mouth is immediately smeared with his own blood. He gives a soft chuckle, moving to murmur in his ear, 

"You don't like how you taste, firefly? That's a shame, I've never had someone I wanted as badly as I do you." Feels Dabi's cock twitch against his palm, more pre dripping out of him as he strokes. Always likes knowing how much Tomura wants him. Sees him bite his lip, trying to stifle his sounds again, "What did I say about hiding, baby boy?" Tightens his grip to hold him steady as he snaps his hips forward on the next thrust hard enough that his firefly is going to have bruises just the way he likes. Is immediately rewarded when the next moan tears out of him loud and with a sob. "There, much better. I want everyone to hear those pretty sounds, precious. I want them to smell your blood and wonder how good you taste, I want them to be growling and snarling, wishing that they were the ones buried inside of your tight, needy hole getting you to make those noises." Drags his tongue up the side of his neck, catching the blood that's spilled out from his bite as he keeps moving his hips at that same rough pace, making sure he's hitting his firefly's prostate with every movement. 

Tomura knows the sound of his heart, the sharp little gasps for breath, and the way his muscles twitch and flutter around his cock, knows every sign that his firefly is about to go over the edge again. Can't help purring, "That's it, baby boy, let me taste your pleasure," before he's sinking his fangs back into his skin on the unmarred side of his neck, if only for the pulse of pleasure he gets from feeling his scarred skin break beneath his teeth. Bites him at exactly the right moment, because no sooner is the blood hitting his tongue as his cum is splashing against his palm. He didn't think that Dabi could taste any better, but the flavor of his pleasure is electric. It makes his whole body feel alive in a way it hasn't been in years and now he's taking deep pulls off of his veins as his thrusts grow more erratic as Dabi's body clenches and trembles around him, making his own pleasure so sharp--

He manages to stop feeding only because he can't smother his groan as his orgasm crashes through him and he fills Dabi's pliant body with his cum. Tomura doesn't need to catch his breath, doesn't need to breathe for anything other than smelling or speaking, but it still takes him a minute to reboot his brain when his afterglow hasn't ever felt this good before. But Dabi's heartbeat is slowing and he's slumped against the wall with his eyes shut, breaths getting a little shallow as both sides of his neck bleed sluggishly. Tomura licks away the cum on his palm before sinking his teeth into his own wrist. His own blood doesn't taste any different to him than it did before he turned, and he wasn't fond of the taste then and he still isn't now. But he brings his bleeding wrist to Dabi's mouth and the arsonist blinks his eyes open dazedly. Not confused though, opens his mouth and latches on, sipping at his offered blood with a soft moan of his own because, unfortunately, he's not the first vampire Dabi's slept with. Not the first time he's been drained during sex either, apparently. 

He lets Dabi drink until the wounds on the sides of his neck are closed, licks away the traces of his blood from his skin, and his heartbeat is strong again, a little faster too. Then he takes his wrist from Dabi's lips. The wound closes up immediately, but he barely gets a chance to notice before Dabi's fingers are tangling in his hair again and he's pulling him in for another kiss, much less reluctant about the blood mingling between their lips. Smells Dabi's arousal starting to waft out of his veins again, smells himself sitting inside of them. His claim written into his body. It has Tomura kissing him back just as desperately, as if they hadn't just had each other a few minutes ago. 

Dabi gives voice to both of their need, "Again?" 

Really probably shouldn't. Going to have them both high and drunk on each other's blood if they keep sharing it, but as long as Dabi's heart never stops--

They have more work to do, but he texts coordinates, and a moment later they're both coughing away the sludge of the teleport, alone in the stark quiet of his bedroom. Hasn't even pulled out of his firefly, doesn't plan to as he catches him in another kiss as he carries him over to his bed to overindulge a bit more. Until Dabi's veins are so filled with his claim he'll be able to taste himself for months every time he sinks his teeth into him again. 

Thanks for the submission!

[edgessunflower]

⚓Can I have a ship from Harry Potter, Pirates of the Caribbean & The Walking Dead, please?

I'm pansexual, she/her pronouns. I don't mind being shipped with either gender!

𝑭𝒆���𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒆𝒔: I'm about 5'5, pale skin, blue/grey eyes, and brown hair. I have many many piercings, and I'm covered in tattoos. I'm curvy/plus size and am body positive.

𝑯𝒐𝒃𝒃𝒊𝒆𝒔: Reading, writing, collecting rings, journaling, tarot. I'm also collecting as many books as I can because I want to have my own library where people can take whichever book they wish.

𝑷𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒚: INFJ, Chaotic Good, Gryffindor, Aquarius Sun, Capricorn Moon, Aries Rising, Pisces Venus (this last one might help with the match especially). I'm a passionate person and have strong opinions. I will always stand up for what I believe in, no matter how scared I feel. I think I'm quite witty and intelligent, although I do get overwhelmed quite easily. I'm incredibly open-minded and progressive. I love to laugh and make others laugh too. I'm sensitive, and intuitive and can pick up on other people very easily. I have strong gut-feelings and kinda … understand a person's vibe? Like I can sense someone's aura but not see their colour.

𝑨𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒕𝒊𝒄: I love cottagecore, I'm very witchy but also a little grunge and gothic at the same time.

𝑳𝒊𝒌𝒆𝒔: Learning - especially witchcraft, watching tv, day-dreaming, listening and discovering new music, I love being at home, writing and then taking a reading break. I adore baths and constantly buy items from Lush.

𝑫𝒊𝒔𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆𝒔: (other than the usual injustices of sexism, racism, and homophobia), I strongly dislike spiders and will scream whenever I see one. I don't like close-minded people, or those who make fun of others. I hate passive-aggressiveness, large crowds and loud sudden noises.

𝑳𝒊𝒍 𝒇𝒖𝒏 𝒇𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒔 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒎𝒆:

・Have shaved my head. Asked my stepdad for his clippers and went into the bathroom and …hacked at my hair. It was very liberating, I think every woman should do it at least once in her lifetime

・I adore animals - I have a cat and dog! I want more but my cat is too much of a princess and won't allow any other animal in the house

・Bought a tattoo gun from the internet and I tattoo myself. I do the majority of my own piercings as well. I like to learn how to do things like that. I've kinda learned how to do hair and do mine, my mum's and my nunna's.

Sorry if this was too much, it's hard to describe oneself in a post. Thank you very much, I hope you have a wonderful day x

Omg absolutely (and also it is liberating hacking your hair off!) 🩷 (Minor swearing)

First I ship you with Cedric Diggory! 💛

He likes all your tattoos taking time and care to trace, look at, and kiss each and every single one on you even when they are close together or bunched up together

Anytime he finds a book whether he got it from his house, a bookshop, his father, a friend, or even amongst the books the library gives to students for free every 5 months of the year he always gives you a new book when he sees you and can

He makes sure if there are loud noises of any kind he always makes sure to either cover your ears or take you out of the room even putting headphones over your head one time when someone was misbehaving and knocked down a shelf in the hallway

He always watches in awe when you practice wand work and spells in front of him captivated by how natural and truly talented you are never saying anything until you take a break or done practicing

Whenever you are having muscle pains he always makes you a hot bath full of bubbles and bath bombs to help relax you staying and talking with you until the water runs cold and you feel much better

He loves seeing you with animals always smiling and feeling his heart flutter by it and it slowly made him fall in love with you even more than he already was

Next I ship you with Jack Sparrow 🖤

He doesn't mind whether your hair is long or short always feeling your hair when it's short and if you grow it out he will always take a chance to run his fingers through it

He always gets you rings whether in a chest with treasure or from a shop on land he always find a different kind of ring for you to wear on your fingers or even around your neck so you can wear a lot at once

He never admits it but he likes how passionate you are for the people you care about and who you wanna be even yelling and pushing Barbossa one time while in a fight with him which surprised jack of how you didn't take any type of shit from anyone

He likes seeing you wearing his button up or hat when everyone is just sailing the seas not fighting or running away from another crew or the royal navy enjoying how you just make him feel like a normal but good man as well

He likes how you always keep him going even when he feels low wondering if he was a true pirate, whether he should be dead, and that he deserved the people around him but you always remind him that you needed him and couldn't love anyone else as much as him

He likes to give you rum even if you don't drink it always laughing at the faces you make realizing that instead of water or anything else you drink whenever you're on your and weren't slowly drink the things you take from land he would give you a small cup of rum but quickly apologizes giving you a cup with water, coconut milk, or goat milk you got from land or one of the many islands you visit

And finally I ship you with Rosita Espinosa! 🧡

She finds and brings you gifts from runs for supplies getting many things from books, jewlery, clean clothes that were your size, and makeup to nail polish, tampons, face masks, and soaps to use in bubble baths

She likes joining you in bubble baths gently washing and caressing your skin relaxing in the water and bubbles with your head leaned on your chest

She likes to read what you write even if it's a note for a supply run she is smiling sweetly looking at the small note or reading a quote you remembered or heard of writing it down to remember it

She likes to dance with you but she loves slow dancing with you just enjoying the feeling of love and the contact with each other with your foreheads connected the whole time

She likes watching and hearing you read especially a long chapter book you slowly read turning a rosy pink when you look up to see her in the door way or sitting above you smiling sweetly

She likes watching you tattoo yourself even doing three little ones on her the first being an infinity symbol behind her ear, followed by a daisy on her wrist, and the last one being a quote in spanish "Per sempre luce mia" meaning "forever my light" on her chest just above her heart

[tarmac-rat]

Then and Now

I saw a few people in the fandom doing this and I was a bit hesitant to put this together because I started screenshotting comparably late through my timeline-- I didn't have the confidence to attempt it until 1.5, and in some cases I still am a bit resistant to sharing-- but I thought "meh, I haven't talked about Riley and I still have all my old files, let's go back in time". So here's a bit more of an in-depth look into my V's evolution from launch until now:

Click images for better quality.

Version 1-- V1.0 - 1.2

This is probably the most radically different version of Riley I've made. I used different scarring, different facial cyberware, and different eye makeup, though I believe her body, eye, freckle, and earring presets have always been the same. Her chin is squarer and her face is a bit more angled, but back in the day I really enjoyed what I had come up with even if I never took her out for photographing.

The blue hair was darker than I really wanted it to be, but back in 1.0 it was pretty much the only option for light blue so I stuck with it lol. I ended up using the bob solely because I didn't really like 95% of the hairstyles and this was one of the only ones I could tolerate, but I honestly grew to dislike it for her after a while. I hated that it covered up her ears and I never found it really photographed that well because it hung in her eyes.

I actually still really like this facial build-- it doesn't suit Riley but I like how mean it looks, like a built in RBF-- and honestly I would probably try to reuse it for a different OC if I ever made one.

Version 2-- V1.2 - 1.4

This was the new version I built for another run-through on 1.2 and serves as the bridge between the original Riley and the current Riley. I switched the scars and the facial cyberware out to what I would eventually end up sticking with, but I still stubbornly stuck with the bob and somehow I made her face....softer? That wasn't my intention but her whole face has lost the bite it originally had-- I always refer to this version as my "Valley Girl" preset because idk I just always imagine that drawl coming out of this face.

Looking back on it I hate her lip preset on this face. IDK why they look so pink bc I don't have lip makeup on (I literally checked when taking the photos) but UGH they're just not a good fit for her they make her look too...is it mean of me to say "too happy"?

Yeah this one in hindsight is my least favorite it just doesn't look good on her based on what was I going for. Feel like I missed the mark big time.

I don't know why I added that neck tattoo lol it was spur of the moment.

Version 3-- V1.5 - 1.6

Current Riley! Remade during 1.5 when 1) I wanted to finally make a V I could screenshot and 2) we got the new cosmetics and finally got light electric-blue hair I always envisioned her having.

Finally buckled down and spent more than 15 minutes in the character creator. oven so I could properly sculpt her face. Got rid of the softness, gave her a bit more angles and a bigger nose, lightened her freckles a bit, gave her thicker eyebrows. AND I DITCHED THE BOB. BYE BOB GET OUTTA HERE.

Also finally got the chance to show off her ears-- bronze was another new preset added into 1.5 so that's what I chose, but I believe before that update all her piercings had been silver.

The one thing I wished I had done was give her a bit of a broader nose, but overall I'm pretty happy with this design and I've used it for over a year now.

I've always claimed that my V is about 55-60% accurate to how I imagined her because there's just so much I can't add in vanilla basegame, but this is probably as close as we can get with what I've been given haha.

Bonus: Below are first ever photos I took when I finally mustered the confidence to use my XBone screenshotter around the 1.5 drop. Vanilla definitely has it's limits, but I can at least say I've improved from my starting point-- definitely enough to know what decent lighting is:

[katxwarren]

tracy spiridakos. thirty seven. cisfemale. she/her. » there’s katherine warren who’s been living in ashford for fifteen years. the diligent currently works as a detective and they’re known for being inquisitive but also competitive at times. rumor around town is that they grew up in foster care as a child. i overheard they disapprove of the changes happening in ashford because stubbornness to change. tw: abandonment, foster care

>> full name: katherine natalie warren >> age: thirty seven. >> birthday: january 11th >> zodiac: capricorn >> gender: cis female >> sexuality: hetrosexual >> place of birth: detroit, mi >> hobbies: >> tattoos: a tiny bird on her wrist >> piercings: both ears.

katherine was born on a bitter cold detriot winter morning and it was only the very next that the tiny blonde baby girl was dropped off at the local fire station, the hospital blanket wrapped around her. a quick and short note with the words 'i'm sorry, i couldn't' attached to the run down car seat kat was placed in. very quickly with no information on who left her, where she came from, and no signs that anyone was coming back for her katherine was placed into the city's foster care system. kat doesn't have many memories of being a young girl just small snippets of different homes decor. by the time she was eight the young girl had given up any childlike hope that her birth parents were ever going to come back and whisk her away. it was the year of her eighth birthday that she decided to stop wishing for them to come back every time she blew out her candles on her cake. she bounced around a decent amount, by the time the she turned ten years old she had already lived in a handful of homes. some times she would be placed in a tiny home filled with way too many kids smushed together in one room. it wouldn't be too long before she was picked up again and placed into another home, usually more chaos and instability than the last. the only consistency that kat truly had was the sweet police officer who would pick her up, offering her a sympathetic smile and a dessert at the local diner before dropping her off at her new temporary residence.

it was by the time kat had turned fourteen when she had made the decision that when she was old enough to be fully on her own she was going to leave the foster program behind and become an officer of some sort. just like the sweet lady officer who would always make sure even if the midst of the constant inconsistency that she was still cared for. she was going to make it her mission that she too was going to have the job where she could help others. doing her very best to work her way through school she enrolled into the police academy by the time she had just turned twenty years old. she worked dead end jobs and did everything she could to put herself through the duration of her police training. her goal of helping others and provide a safe place her driving force. she put everything she had into her school and work and it had shown to others that she came off a bit as an overachiever.

once she had graduated she had been recruited for a police department in ashford, mass and packed her few belongings and made the move, leaving her past behind her in detroit. that move was fifteen years ago and working her way up in the police department, owns a quaint little townhome, even adopting a stray cat and created the life she has always wanted for herself. however, by putting her job first she has neglected, maybe intentionally, the romantic part of her life.

[l0stfoster]

Casper gives me the chance to oc talk so I’m gonna get funny and throw my cards in too. The art is quick and shitty I had to make a reference for someone.

Technically I've got 3 ocs, the other two just haven't been drawn but to put it playing; Soc and Greaser, secret relationship bc they're gay and different social classes. They act like they hate each other but makeout behind the bleachers /silly I'll draw them in the future and elaborate FOR NOW THOUGH!! SAM!! Lots of shit below the cut, he's the equivalent of my self-insert.

- His full name is Sam Kaiser; their grandfather (dad's side) is German (and their mom's side is Polish) but he and his parents were born in America, so he's pretty disconnected from his heritage bc his parents don't care enough about it. He was 19 during '67 - He's got an 18-year-old brother and a 26-year-old sister. Her brother's been drafted to Vietnam (which he wanted, as he had always been interested in the military ) while his sister took off to New York for college and made it big. - Born in Tulsa, when Sam and their brother were 13 and 12 their parents had a messy divorce. His father took full custody of the kids because their mother wanted nothing to do with them. Their father's pretty shit and all he really does is just pay the house bills and buy himself food or booze, he ignores them unless he needs something or if they aren't listening to him. Their older sister was looked at once for custody consideration when their father got himself into a bit of trouble but turned that shit down fast. Sam still hasn't gotten over that, it was also the last time he'd heard from her. - He/She pronouns both because nobody can figure out what the hell he was born as besides his parents, but she also doesn't know that they/them is an option. Being transgender in the 60's was already looked at negatively; god knows any other kind of gender identity was NOT something they've probably even known about. - Deeply values their freedom and acts out against their father, because although he's pretty neglectful, he still tries to hold an iron fist over him. His piercings (and tattoos) are a part of the ways he chooses to rebel and separate himself. Still wears his dad's dog tags, despite that, because he still loves his father. - Greaser, their father works with the same roofing company as Darry does but on a different team. Sam does a lot of job hopping as he's disabled and can't keep a solid job. Very financially insecure. - Wanted to go to college but their scholarship wasn't enough and couldn't justify going. He wanted to be an astronaut :( You bet your ass this mf cried watching the moon landing in 1969

- I like to imagine Sam and Darry are on friendly terms since they've both had the experience of missing out on college and a chance to escape Tulsa; and Sam also thoroughly respects Darry for stepping up, since she knows how heartbreaking it is to have family refuse you like you're nothing. (I've shipped them before bc I'm cringe and free fuck you /silly) - He's not really part of any specific Greaser gang, he just sort of shows up sometimes and lingers before dipping again. Their brother was popular amongst both socs and greasers (he's just really charming) and Sam was, sort of jealous; but they liked their alone time. They only met the gang through school and other general mischief. Huge klepto, would go on stealing sprees with Two where Sam would distract and Two would take. - While his brother and father are smart with cars, he's very car-stupid. Gave Steve a heart attack because she pulled up with a VERY flat tire and insisted that it wasn't too bad (he should've crashed on the way there) - Got the nickname "Park" because he hates being home, so he'll usually end up at the park if he doesn't want to be around anyone. Usually, he'll either be there in silence or with a little journal. - Resting bitch face galore. He's not very confrontational but has a temper and gets into fights a lot because he runs his mouth and doesn't know when to shut up. He carries a switch his brother bought him but hasn't dared to bring it out in a fight yet. - Throws himself into crime and other shit of the sort as a way to break out of the expectations people have set for him. His sister successfully left Tulsa and made it big while his brother's in the military-- has the middle child stereotype and authority figures always expected him to follow after his siblings. - Sam hates drinking due to their father but has slowly begun taking it up as a way to cope with the social pressures and his own issues. Smokes as well, but tries to do that less due to valuing their lung capacity (He likes to run) - Just a little side fun fact. If he exists in Cursed au he'd either be a Harpy (likely an owl) or invisibility. Thought about shapeshifting but it'd be funny bc the mf only ever uses it for convenience, like getting taller to reach a shelf. - Also in Cursed he'd end up being friendly with Paul bc fuck you I love Paul and so Sam can too /silly

Sorry if any of this is all over the place my brain is fried rn.

Starting a reblog game: RB w/ your own outsiders OC!

if enough folks do, I’ll draw them together or something lol, it’ll be fun!

So these are blatant self inserts for my sister and me

(Info & backstories under the cut because I’ve put waaaay too much thought into this)

and again, pls do reblog/tag me w/ your own Outsiders original/self insert characters! (Drawings and/or written descriptions!) Making OCs was one of my favorite things to do as a kid, so I figured it’d be fun to bring it back here lol

(And to reiterate- if enough of ya’ll do this I’ll draw ‘em all together like a greaser-sona gang! So don’t be shy ok??)

-got sent to Tulsa from Seattle in 1961 at ages 13 and 11 to live with their mildly neglectful uncle, due to their mother getting cancer and being unable to properly care for them. Their father was lost at sea when they were little, so they had no one else to go to.

-in Tulsa they go by their mother’s surname, Biondi, instead of their father’s, because interracial marriage isn’t legalized in Oklahoma until ‘67. They try to pass as just Italian. This works better for Naomi, who takes more after their mother than their father in looks.

-Naomi is good friends w/ Ponyboy- she relates to him a lot, from the dislike of fighting to the love for sunsets (legit Ponyboy reminds me of my sister so much irl) (She’s also low-key got a crush on him and Sodapop which is pretty funny)

-Jesse is closer to Two-Bit, Dally, Steve, and Soda. And he really likes fights. They’re exciting and make him feel tough. When he stops to think about it it does make him a little uneasy how much he’s grown to like them, but usually he just ignores that

-Naomi disapproves of crime. Jesse used to oppose it too, but the more time he spends without good role models and parental figures, the more his morels loosen. Tries hard to be a good example for Naomi though

-Jesse met the gang through Sodapop originally- they were thirteen and some Socs were jumping Soda, and Jesse jumped in and helped him out. Soda explained to him what the deal with Socs and greasers is, because there’s no greasers up North

-Naomi met the gang separately through being classmates with Ponyboy. They were working together on a school project, one with him writing and her drawing

-So Jess and Naomi spent a solid few months hanging out with different members of the same gang, completely unaware they had the same group. They eventually end up running into each other at the Curtis house, and both are totally shocked. Two-Bit, who knew the whole time, nearly died laughing

-Naomi is friends with both Socs and greasers, because she isn’t really either- she’s financially a greaser, but she has a crazy high GPA for someone who has ADHD and dyslexia in the 60s, and besides that, she just doesn’t like what she sees as pointless rivalry

-Jess loves pointless rivalry. At least until people start getting hurt. Then he starts to get angry.

[anothershittydiaryblog]

I realized....

I realized that I participate in more self harm than I thought I did.

I've been getting overwhelmed with my own feelings more often. I find that I don't really have a healthy outlet. I used to have a "few" drinks when I didn't know how to handle the thoughts in my head. Or smoke some weed, or isolate, or do nothing for hours.

When I'm hurting more than usual I eat less and drink more. I socialize more but reach out and ask for help less. I'm always high.

When I was a kid, about middle school aged, I used to play with needles when I was alone. I would stick them under the skin on my palms and fingertips. I did this very often. Somehow I saw this as different than when my friends would show me the cuts on their arms and legs. I thought because I wasn't leaving a mark I wasn't hurting myself. I thought because no one could see what I was doing I wasn't doing it.

As time moved on, (I couldn't tell you when it started.) I discovered stick and poke tattoos. It was the same thing that I had been doing just with ink. It wasn't harmful if it was art, right? I started off poking dots on my palms. Purposely poking too deep causing my hands to be sore and bleed. Then lines. Lines turned to shapes and shapes turned into little doodles that got bigger and bigger.

If you know anything about tattoos you'd know that palm tattoos don't really last, especially if you don't put the needle in too deep. I had formed a routine of experiencing a traumatic event or having thoughts too painful to want to feel, then etching cute little drawings onto my palms. Then I'd live with the pain for about a week or two then watch the ink fade. Once the ink was gone I was back into my same old cycle of etching into my palm with a needle.

By time I got tired of my routine I had made to my late teens / early college years. I had a bit more freedom and even decided to get real tattoos. My first one was a cross. As a reminder of where I came from. My second was a daisy because that's my grandmothers name. The tattoos on my chest and arms aren't the same. They don't make me feel any better. I decided I would try out a different type of needle.

It was pretty easy to find a set of tools intended for body piercing. Amazon has everything you can think of on it. The first time I tried to pierce myself I was 18 and tried to push a needle through my septum. God Damn It did it hurt. I remember getting the needle about halfway through and I stopped. Then I bled and bled. The blood was everywhere in that bathroom. At this point the needle had fallen out and I had given up on my chances of having a new piercing. I didn't want my boyfriend (at the time. We'll call him Ax.) to know what I had been doing. He'd been bothering me a ton lately about my mental health but I didn't want to listen.

Ax told me that I had been worrying him. He was, and still is, sober and couldn't bear to see me drinking every day. He was confused as to where I was even getting the alcohol from, but I had my ways. He noticed the taste of smoke on my mouth a few times even though I never admitted to him that I had been smoking weed and tobacco. He pointed out that I was usually awake when went to bed and when he woke up. I would just lie and say that I had slept just slightly less than he had. And that I wouldn't leave my dorm without the company of someone else.

I knew the bloody scene in the bathroom would have been the last straw for him so I cleaned it up as quickly as I could just in time for him to come and knock on my door.

This wasn't the last time I pushed a needle through my body. I had successfully pierced my ear one day after a sit down with Ax and Chip (Chip was a part of our poly-cule for some time). This event wasn't as dramatic and bloody and Ax didn't even notice I had a new piercing until Chip pointed it out one night in bed.

Recently, I woke up one morning and decided to etch on my palm again. I already own a tattoo machine, stencil paper, and practice skins. So this time I felt a little more professional. I chose to draw a monstera leaf because I knew I could draw one from memory and if anyone asks its temporary but still kinda cute. No harm done right?

When that needle hits my skin its like I had poked a beachball and all the air, all the pain was hissing out. I drove the needle into into my hand in that pattern over and over again. I must have done fifteen to twenty passes, deeper and deeper, over the same spot before stopped. I kept going until my hand felt numb and the other shook.

This was the moment I realized that I had just self harmed, and that every other time I had driven a needle into my own body that's what I was doing.

I'm hoping I can use this blog as an outlet rather than drink, or smoke, or starve myself, or self isolate, or drive a needle into my palm.

[bewilderedbunny]

hi if you’re still doing the shipping game I’d like your expertise!

i’m 5’0 (and get reminded of it constantly by those around me) i have long black hair with a little bit of texture, lighter eyes and i’m pale as hell because i hate going outside. i’m a plus size girl who prefers a big shirt and small shorts combo, but will dress up if the occasional calls for it. i have a few tattoos and but no piercings at the moment. i am bi as well with no preference between men or women. i’m also unfortunately constantly reminded of how large my chest is.

i’m painfully shy, mostly because of my social anxiety. but once i get to know someone i’m an open book. the people i keep around me tell me i’m pretty funny but am also the mom friend when i need to be. i really only keep a few close people around me at a time because i can get overwhelmed pretty easily, mostly because I’m chronically ill and it’s hard to trust others not to get upset when i need my own time. but i also am the type to stick up for someone else because i’d rather be uncomfortable over someone else.

when i’m not working I usually spend my free time drawing or writing. i sometimes try to start new hobbies but they don’t usually go anywhere because i’ll either forget about them or i’ll keep putting them off. music is really important to me and influences a lot of my art and writing. I also love animals and have always wanted a job where i can work with them.

thank you in advance and i hope you have a wonderful day!

Hi!!! I'm actually shipping you with myself because you referred to me as having "expertise" and I've never been called an expert in anything before 💗 how does a fall wedding sound to you?

All aboard! 🚢

(On a more serious note, I'm so sorry that you deal with chronic illness. I know how painfully isolating that can be and I hope you find some relief soon 💗 and that you find a job where you can work with animals!!!)

I hope age-wise this is okay: I see Hopper being a great match for you!!! Being the mom friend who stands up for other people? He'd fall for you in an instant. And I think he'd give you the patience and love you deserve!

Imagine you start working for the Hawkins wildlife sanctuary and Hop comes in. He has a critter who is in need of extra tlc and you're the perfect person for the job! He's struck by your gentleness :( in no time you're seeing Jim on a regular basis! He finds any excuse to come in during his free time or to call. Maybe one day he calls and asks you what to do if he finds a cat stuck in a tree and when you tell him what to do and ask if the cat is okay, he tells you there's no cat right now but it's better to be safe than sorry for future instances (he really just needed an excuse to hear your voice after a long night)

After a few months, he finally works up the nerve to ask you on a date to Enzo's. While you're there, he mentions he owns a cabin on some property that could make a perfect little animal sanctuary 🥺

[mysteriawrites]

hi, can i be matched with harry potter and attack on titan please? my name's lilith i'm 18, my pronouns are she/they and i'm a queerplatonic aroace, so i don't have a gender preference. i'm a stubborn, kinda bossy, brutally honest, sarcastic, clingy and person. people say i'm mature, smart and creative and yes, i agree, but i think i become a total different person when i get too comfortable. i love music and i've been singing with a vocal coach for three years by now. i like spending time at my music academy in which all the members are my second family as i grew up with my blood-related relatives fighting each others for some kind of stuff i don't know about (thank god things recently changed a little bit). i lost my grandmothers in law, my cousin abandoned me for protection as she had brain cancer and died eight months later and my dad due skin cancer. i also recently got a trauma for moving in a new house, i was actually excited at the beginning, but really it's driving me crazy. i'm 5'11", chubby, pale skin, button nose, i wear a fake septum piercing sometimes (i'm allergic to real ones :/), black slowly turning back to brown hair with undercut and bangs, dark hazelnut brown eyes and i wear black glasses. i also wear a tattoo choker and a necklace with a note shaped charm (gift from a dear friend) and i never take it off since then. i was actually scared to wear necklaces to sleep, fearing i would suffocate or accidentally hang myself, but with her necklace, i have no fear to sleep in it, actually when i have anxiety or panic attacks, i hold it so tight to remind myself she's with me, always. my aesthetic is hipster or grunge. i think that's enough. bye!!

Hello Hello thank you for the request. Oh sweet summer baby child I'm so sorry you had to go through that. I hope this matchup can bring you a bit of happiness (P.s. I only can do one fandom per request so if you could send in a second ask with the same info but for Harry Potter that would be great) (P.s.s. wasn't 100% clear on if you wanted this platonic or not but I wrote it platonic anyway so if you wanted it romantic lemme know and I’ll change it) Alright drumroll please!!!

🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁

LEVI ACKERMEN!!!

Oh boy you two have been through a lot. From the loss of family to being forced to grow up from a young age in order to survive. Because of that shared trauma it makes it easier for you to get close to someone as prickly as Levi cause he sees a bit of himself in you.

You two have been friends since you both joined the scouts, slowly growing closer after many a life or death situation and being able to have each other’s back in battle. You’re both remarkably strong soldiers (what doesn’t kill you make you stronger as they say) and have been able to make you way to the top as captain and second command of the Levi squad.

Ever since then you’ve come to have your own little found family among the scouts (Hange being the crazy drunk aunt and Erwin being the dad). Although Levi is a still his unapologetically blunt self (to put it nicely) you know he loves everyone just as much as you do. The 4 of you have one of the best dynamics among the squads.

That’s why when you and Levi are the sole survivors of the Levi squad your world is completely shattered. No matter how hard you tried to protect everyone or how close you tried to keep them to you it seems like everyone in your life is destined to leave, but not Levi.

Levi is with you through thick and thin. From the fall of Wall Maria to the discovery of titan shifters to the learning of titans in the wall to learning your allies were traitors to being fugitives to finding that you’ve been killing humans to finally making it to the sea to Erwin and Hange’s deaths (i haven’t seen season 4 sorry) you two stick together through it all.

When things get dark you and Levi will sit and silence and drink your tea reminiscing on the memories of your fallen comrades. Sometimes Levi needs someone to pick him up despite trying to be strong and emotionless all the time and you have to remind him it’s ok to feel.

Despite being pretty hard on others yourself and others, you try to convince to be a little softer on the cadets. After having been through all they have you want them to enjoy being kids forever long they have. You two are the parents of the scouts especially after Ewin passes.

You two always look out for each other in battle while not letting your own feeling get in the way or the mission…at least until the war is over

You two are each other’s safe heaven. You look out for yourselves and each other in your own ways, and don’t plan to go dying on the other. After both losing someone you don’t want to make the other go through that pain again.

Sorry this is short I'm now realizing I need to do more research on aot characters. Oh well lesson learned hope you enjoy anyway.

[servin-up-surveys]

survey #145

New tats in your near future? I'm getting my coverup finished the 26th of this month. After that, I'm sure it'll be awhile.

How about piercings or re-piercings? Probably not, but I'd really like to.

Are there any rooms in your house that you don’t go into every day? Yeah, I don't always go into Mom's room and bathroom. I basically never go in the dining room, but it's not really a unique "room."

Who else do you know who has the same favorite color as you do? Idk off the top of my head, but pink is definitely a popular favorite color.

Have you ever had a tattoo covered up or added to? That's what's going on with the one I mentioned in the first question. I want two more coverups, though. One is just in a bad spot and I want to redesign it and put it elsewhere, but the other is another attached to a person I can't stand anymore.

Have you ever kissed someone who has previously kissed someone you hated? Once upon a time, yes; Jason's first real gf was Rachel, who I had a very hard time with in high school because she got extremely jealous of Juan pursuing me over her (she literally threatened me), and then she had stuff to say about me having a thing for her "leftovers" when Jason and I got together. I have no problem with her now, we're actually friends on Facebook that have talked and interact, she's great; people grow and I'm not going to keep her leashed to shit she did in high school.

Do you have any relatives with red hair? No, not that I know of. My maternal grandmother dyed her hair a mild red for as long as I can remember, but it wasn't naturally that color.

What is tomorrow’s weather forecasted to be like? Weather app is saying between 63-80*F with an 80% chance of thunderstorms.

[TW: SUICIDE] Have you ever known anyone who committed suicide? She was an online friend so could never verify, but I pretty fucking confidently believe she did. I know of other people.

What’s some of the worst pain you’ve ever felt? Having a very infected cyst drained, a hemorrhoid, breaking my wrist, healing from a concussion...

What’s your favorite kind of pasta? Normal spaghetti with marinara sauce, and meatballs are a good addition.

Would you rather a friend come over to your house or you go over there? Go there.

Have you ever had rabies? No. I remember doing an essay on it in high school though, so I learned a lot about it... not that I remember almost any of it, lol.

Do you know anyone who ever had to get a rabies shot? Realistically I probably do. My sister Nicole was bitten badly by a dog once, but because he was a domestic pet with vet records I don't remember if she needed one, I don't know the protocol on that.

Ever eaten deer? Duck? Squirrel? How about lamb? I feel like while in Ohio I took the teeniest bite of deer jerky, but I don't totally recall, I know I was extremely reluctant. I'm quite interested in trying lamb though, just with its reputation of being delicious.

What is your favorite parody movie? I don't really have one, I think.

What is your least favorite ice cream flavor? I hate strawberry.

Does your car have heated seats? No.

Have you ever been tempted to steal? I think there was one occasion as a kid, but I didn't do it.

Would you rather travel to Ireland or Japan? Ireland.

Does tickling turn you on? NO

If you could go over to someone’s house right now, whose and why? Girt's, just because I wanna see him and hang out, but we will tomorrow.

What is the age gap between you and your parents? My mom is older by one or two years, I forget which.

How many bathrooms does your house have? Is this enough? Two, and yes.

Have you ever video-chatted with someone you met online? No, I've always hated video chatting with people I do know.

Do you collect anything, or have you ever? I've been collecting meerkat stuff since I was young, and I also have a decent chunk of Silent Hill stuff. I'd love to collect Rammstein stuff too, but that's definitely a pricier sort of collection.

When was the last time you used Facebook? Not long ago, I tend to check it a few times a day.

How many siblings does your best friend have? He has one older sister, also named Ashley like mine.

Have you ever dated someone who was emotionally or mentally unstable? Yes.

Be honest: are you clingy? I know I am, at least to a degree. Girt has told me though that he doesn't feel so, instead appreciating that I give him "him" time whenever he wants it (we're the kind of couple that can just straight-up tell each other no to hanging out that day just because we need private time and no one's offended at all), but I still know in my core that I'm a clingy person.

Have you ever had bronchitis? No, but I watched Jason suffer with it and I have NEVER heard coughs like those ever before or since, it was awful.

Have you ever had a reptile for a pet? I've had two lizards and three snakes.

Are you afraid of the dentist? VERY FUCKING MUCH, something that only became a thing in recent times because of neglecting my teeth for so long and now I'm paying for it. Now that PT is over, I want to get my wisdom teeth extraction scheduled (the one on my right has a cavity close to the nerve, so it needs out ASAP), but I am so, so scared, because we can't afford the cost to put me under anesthesia. I don't know how the fuck I'm gonna do it.

Did you attend Sunday School as a child? Only because I was forced to.

Who was the last person you cuddled with? Girt.

How would you feel if your significant other (or possible partner) told you they dislike having sex, but do so with you to make you happy, even though they personally think it’s a chore? I have no idea how I would react to this, honestly.

Your boyfriend/girlfriend isn’t around but their phone is. Do you look through it? No, that would indicate some core problems in our relationship. I trust him.

Do you think you will be in a relationship 3 months from now? I'm pretty confident I will be, Girt and I are doing great.

Have you ever liked anyone that was in a relationship with someone else? Yeah. That was the case with my first real crush, and then with Jason after we split and he started dating someone else.

Do people ever compliment your eyes? Sometimes, mostly on pictures.

Have any of your exes ever given you roses? Jason and Tyler.

Do you think your last ex ever thinks about you? Not in a positive way.

Would you rather have salad or french fries for a side dish? Fries.

Which one of your relationships was the shortest? Juan, we dated for less than 24 hours lol, so he barely even counts.

Which was the longest? Jason, three and a half years.

Have any of your exes told you they regret breaking up with you? No.

Would you feel hurt if your last ex is in a relationship? Not at all.

Are you going to be getting any new pets soon? Very unlikely.

Do you like BBQ sauce? No, I actually hate it a lot.

What do you like to do when you’re home alone? I don't do much differently, honestly. I'll sometimes unplug my earplugs and listen to whatever without them, but that's it.

Should the guy always pay for the date? Absolutely not, I'm personally in favor of whoever planned it paying, but I also think taking turns is fair.

What kind of music calms you down? Generally my favorite songs, because they have fuller attention from me so I'm better distracted, and I also often resort to the Shadow of the Colossus or Silent Hill games soundtracks for this.

Do you know anyone who has autism? My niece does, a friend's daughter does, I'm sure a couple more, and I'm fucking FINALLY being evaluated for it myself soon.

What is your favorite way to eat eggs? I'll only eat them scrambled and very preferably with cheese, or as lil bits in fried rice.

Do you like Frozen? I've genuinely never gotten the appeal of it. The icy scenery and magic effects are cool, but that's the end of it for me.

Who is one of your heroes? My mom.

Do you enjoy hot chocolate? I do, but not when it's made with water, it's gotta be milk.

Do you use Instagram often? I browse it daily, but I don't post a lot.

If you got a kitten, what would you name it? It would depend on their gender and appearance.

Do you have a Pinterest account? Yes, it's full of photography inspo, hairdos and colors, tattoo inspo, and primarily Rammstein pictures now, lol.

Do you prefer a quiet or noisy environment? Quiet, excessive noise really stresses me out.

What is one question you don’t like being asked? What my job situation is.

Who is someone you know who is talkative? My nephew, haha. He goes a thousand miles an hour from the moment he wakes up to the moment he goes to sleep.

When was the last time you saw one of your uncles? When my grandma was on her very last leg and my Uncle Rob was driving her from Florida to New York; they stopped at a hotel for us to meet up. Now this uncle is the scum of the fucking earth that my family - even his own siblings - don't associate with anymore. His ass is going to end up in jail.

Do you know anyone who plays the violin? No, but that'd be dope.

Do your parents enjoy any of the things that you enjoy? Do you bond over these things? Both my parents (especially my mom) love metal and rock music, and my mother also enjoys writing, even though she doesn't do it a lot, though I wish she would! She wrote a poem semi-recently that she got me to look at and critique and it made me SO happy to see her creating, because she really does enjoy that, especially as crafts and crocheting. My dad likes video games, as do I.

Out of all your usernames for websites, which one is your favorite? Do you use it for more than one site? Ozzkat, which I use for a lot of places.

Have you ever spent the whole day (or multiple days) just looking up one thing on the internet (e.g., videos of your favorite band, how-to videos, quizzes, etc.)? OH, FOR SURE. This is NOT a rare occurrence.

If someone told you that we live in a society that hates women, how would you respond? I would wholeheartedly agree with you. I know a lot of it is done while completely unaware, like plenty don't think they hate women, but their actions speak otherwise, and I'm trusting actions as the true show of morals and values.

Can you remember the last thing you thought and subsequently thought, “wow, I really shouldn’t be thinking that”? I can't remember the last, but it absolutely happens seeing as I often have intrusive thoughts.

[dameronology]

would you write Eddie x reader where he's like, dropping everyone off at night and reader is last, when the kids are gone she takes her bra off because it was definitely hurting her aaaaand Eddie notices that she's got pierced nipples? NO NEED to make it smutty if u don't feel like it, just curious about his reaction? lol thanks <3

lmaooo i love this so much - if you did want to request something smutty, i do have my smut blog, @nevarrhoe, where i am happy to take requests😌

warnings: is mentions of nipple piercings even a warning?? this isn't smutty at all but i'm still gonna put it under the cut lol but really there's no adult content in this

there's always a routine on tuesday nights; you, robin & eddie take all the kids (can you even call them that now?? he's dead sure mike can grow a better beard than him) to the theatre and then drop them back after

it allows you to maintain some kind of normalcy in their lives with everything going on

you always drop them off in the same order: el, mike, dustin, lucas, will, and then obviously max bc she's literally on the same trailer park

her one is a little closer to the entrance so she normally hops out when the van pulls in and then eddie drives further down to his place

on this particular night, you were crashing at his. your parents were hosting some kind of work dinner and you did not want to get involved with that

anyways you're half way out the van before eddie has even parked up

wayne is out, so you're throwing your jacket and shoes off onto the couch as soon as you're in, and not long after it, your bra

because wearing those chest cages for hours fucking hurts. sure they're practical sometimes but this particular one had a stupid piece of wire poking out the whole time you were at the movies and it was basically stabbing you

eddie isn't bothered by it. you're best friends and he literally doesn't care lol he's very much mi casa su casa

it's not until he sees the piercings through your black sabbath shirt that his eyebrows shoot up

"are those new?"

you glanced down

"no, i've had those since i hit puberty-"

"- no, you dumbass, the piercings"

"oh, yeah! i got them a few weeks ago"

honestly his initial reaction is that he thinks you're metal as fuck. he's got tattoos but hell he was always too scared for piercings. and to get them on your nipples?? the thought alone made him pale

(side note: i had mine numbed when i got them done and that was painful enough so even thinking about getting them done w.o the numbing makes me feel ill lol)

eddie also thinks it's really cool. because it's the 80s and everyone is hawkins is low-key uptight so when you just say "do you wanna see em?" he's a little aback but also happy you're close enough and don't think it's that deep

that mental image stays in his head for a while

maybe he has a crush on you

[thatjadedhotmess]

tattoo artist hcs

pairings/characters: pantalone, albedo, childe and kazuha x gn!reader [all of them are separate !:)]

warnings⚠️: mentions of needles, not explicitly romantic imo

wc: 0.8k++

note: fun fact; I really want tattoos when I grow older but I'm not sure what to get:") likes and reblogs are greatly appreciated <33

pantalone (潘塔罗涅)

tattoo artist!pantalone who always, always, comes in a sleeveless shirt that shows off his arm muscles and the tats he got on them.

tattoo artist!pantalone who pretends to be oblivious to the ogling he gets whenever he flexes his arms (he knows what hes doing with his stupid sleeveless shirts)

tattoo artist!pantalone who has rings on almost all of his fingers but takes them off before he starts tattooing because they're kind of uncomfortable he wears them for the looks.

tattoo artist!pantalone who's famous for the big works that take months to complete. Full detail dragons and flower designs on people's backs and thighs are some of his favourites because the surface there is easiest to work with in his opinion.

tattoo artist!pantalone who loves making small talk and lives for the tea that his customers spill whenever he's working on the tattoo.

tattoo artist!pantalone who usually ends up working in silence because his voice accidentally lulls people to sleep so he doesn't get to talk to them. (you're the only exception though you have fallen asleep while getting a tattoo done by him)

tattoo artist!pantalone who got matching tattoos with you (it's a little skeleton and when u put them side by side they're dancing together:)))

albedo (阿貝多)

tattoo artist!albedo who has colourful little tattoos all over himself that don't have any meaning because he experiments on himself to test his skills. he used to do it more often because he would new to this form of art but now he usually does it for fun.

tattoo artist!albedo who is usually first in the shop because he wakes up super early in the morning so he goes to start prepping the equipment everyone needs before the others arrive. if he's especially early he might just buy coffee for his colleagues.

tattoo artist!albedo isn't very talkative when he's doing his work, preferring to concentrate on the tattoo than making small talk with his client. unless that client is you of course:)

tattoo artist!albedo who takes note that you've visited him quite a few times in the last 3 months and got curious about you.

tattoo artist!albedo who noticed that you two share a lot of similarities; style of tattoo, music, arts in general.

tattoo artist!albedo who eventually starts making small talk with you, asking you how your day was and what you had to eat before coming into the parlour.

tattoo artist!albedo who even gave you one side of his earpiece so that you could listen to music together while he did another tattoo for you.

childe (達達利亞)

tattoo artist!childe who is the extrovert in the shop compared to pantalone, albedo and zuzu. the only one that would make small talk with his customers even if he isn't familiar with them.

tattoo artist!childe who has a dragon tattoo on his back that can be seen when he wears a tank top.

tattoo artist!childe who also has quite a few piercings on his ears and one on his eyebrow (he got that one because he lost a bet to pantalone).

tattoo artist!childe who's playful demeanor always helps with nervous first-timers getting their first tattoo.

tattoo artist!childe who looks like he was gonna absolutely sucker punch someone because he didn't get enough sleep (because of his resting bitch face) but in reality he'll just end up dosing off on the tattoo chair and fall asleep there.

tattoo artist!childe who does charge lower rates for certain people (his regulars or you) just because he knows them well and he really does believe sometimes he should do others a favour.

kaedehara kazuha (楓原万葉)

tattoo artist!kazuha who comes into the shop at least a little high 90% of the time.

tattoo artist!kazuha who can been seen standing outside the parlour every so often taking a smoke break while using his phone.

tattoo artist!kazuha who's personal room in the shared studio is filled with mushroom tapestry and a few succulents along with a little diffuser.

tattoo artist!kazuha who is well known for coloured tattoos you cannot tell me this man isn't the absolute best at shading fight me😤

tattoo artist!zuzu who is also the most polite tattoo artist in the house, in the sense that he will keep his distance, he keeps the touching to a minimum to make sure his customer inst uncomfortable and he usually isn't the one to start a conversation; preferring to let the customer start.

tattoo artist!zuzu who's very good at reading the room and will start a conversation if he feels awkwardness is starting to set in.

tattoo artist!zuzu who also conveniently becomes your therapist because interacting with him is so easy and smooth there's is never an awkward moment between you guys and you feel like you can tell him everything.

[possessivedesires]

Canvas: Chapter 1

Yanderes: Katsuki, Kaminari, Shinsou, Kirishima, Shoto, Hawks, Dabi

Summary: Your mother had sold you off to the yakuza that Dabi and Hawks lead before she had died. You were their favorite and their most treasured property. But Shoto and his crew refuses to let you go from their grasp, believing that you were theirs first.

Guide: Owner and Yakuza member; Shoto, piercer; Kirishima; tattoo artists; Shinsou and Katsuki, calmer; Kaminari, new trainee; Izuku

Warnings: abusive family, toxic relationships, possessive and yandere natures.

The buzzing of the tattoo guns were familiar as you were resting against the counter; drawing light on the paper absentmindedly. Little doodles of some tattoos you would like on you or to put on another. You were in charge of the counter; leaning against it with a small sigh as you looked up in the waiting room.

Some people were freaking out, others were trying to get their friends to get matching tattoos, some were nervous for getting pierced, then others were completely calm and giving those were freaking out a weird look. You sighed, leaning against your palm. You missed talking with your customers while giving them tattoos; some people had the interesting stories for why they were getting the tattoos.

"Hey Y/n...? Did they hit you again?" Your fingers touched the bruise on your face on instinct of hearing Shoto's voice, looking up at the owner that was leaning against the counter to look at you worriedly. The sleeve of your sweat was pulled over his palm, placing against your cheek to hide the bruise. But he had already seen it... It angered him that you always came in his shop with bruises, but never angry at you. No... There was no way that he could ever be angry with you.

"Love..." He whispered, leaning forward and brushing his cool fingers against your cheek; moving your hand away from your bruise. You looked down at the book in front of you, shading the drawing you were working on. Some part of you wished that you could tattoo people again, but you knew that you weren't allowed to... Not after what they did to your last customer...

You shivered at the thought. Shoto frowned, not knowing what plagued you. He hated not being able to help you, he hated not knowing how he could keep you safe. He would kill your family, but he noticed you always protected your abusive family when any brought it up. It was a natural reaction you had, going by instinct and without even thinking.

There wasn't much you could defend for them. But it was enough to make Shoto know you would be upset if he had killed them... If there was anything Shoto didn't want to do, it was to make you upset. But if things kept happening the way it is, he won't have another choice but to get rid of them forcefully. He can't sit back and watch you get hurt much longer... His patience is running thin, very thin. "Have you tried going to the police?"

"I can't go to police..." You mumbled, knowing that they would find out about that. If they found out... You didn't even want to think about what they would do to you... "I can just suffer through it."

It's not as bad as what they would do to you. It's fine to bear with... Shoto sighed, staring at you and pressing his hand against the counter. "But you shouldn't have to suffer through this, that's the point hon. They're hurting you, why can't you see that you need to get away from there as soon as you can? I can protect you if you're scared."

He offered, but you stayed silent and prayed that he would drop the subject. Even if they were nowhere around, he couldn't help but still feel nervous as if you were being watched by them. That if any second, they would be coming through that door to drag you off to your death. "I- I said I'm fine Shoto... Can we please just drop it already? I still have things I need to."

"Love... I'm sorry, I'm sorry." He whispered, not wanting to waste months of progress with you down the drain because of his cool being lost. "Let's talk about those drawings of yours. They're getting really good."

You smiled at the praise, looking down at the sketchbook and trailing your finger over the design. Shoto gave a silent sigh of relief to see that he didn't lose the progress with you. But he could see the longing in your eye, the crave to give tattoos again.

He walked around the corner to put his hands on either side of you, putting his chin on your shoulder as he flipped through the pages of your notebook. The feeling of your body close to his made him feel calm and relaxed, leaning his head lightly against your cheek as he smiled. You, on the other hand, were nervous and unable to relax. The feeling crawling up the back of your neck. "I love these designs of yours."

He whispered, smirking to himself as he watched your body shiver in instinct to his breath against your ear. His fingers tracing over the drawings on the page and hummed. "Hey darling, why don't you give me one of these today?"

"I- I can?" You asked, Shoto could hear the excitement in your voice and nodded in agreement. To get a tattoo would be a dream come true for him, making him think it was a way to claim him; to say that his only yours. "Of course, it'll be our little secret."

He smiled, watching the way your smile flattered. That made you remember why you weren't allowed to give tattoos to anyone else... You didn't want Shoto to get hurt. "Don't worry darling, I won't let anyone find out. Okay? You can trust me on this."

"But..."

"No but's." He shook his head, placing his cool hand against the red mark on your cheek. You looked away from him, pushing your chair lightly to get out of his hold and looked over at him as you were playing with the drawstrings on your hoodie. "H-hey... What did you come over here for?"

You asked nervously, Shoto made an oh sound as he just remembered and lifted his book with a small wave. It was just a small notepad, but you recognized it because of the stickers Kaminari had put all over it. It was the lunch order notepad. "I'm heading out to get lunch, what do you want darling?"

"Oh... Um... Nothing, I'm okay."

"But... You need to eat love." He frowned at your words, growing only more worried about you. The need to take you away and care for you only grew more. There was a small tch sound from behind the two of you, Katsuki walking by to get some supplies. "That idiot still hasn't been eating?"

Katsuki has been watching you closely; knowing that you haven't been taking care of yourself by the way you act at work. The way your family hurts you and makes him want to kill them; brutally and slowly. "Sunny bunches, you really need to eat."

Kirishima said, leaning against the counter and booping your nose softly. You looked between the three men, unsure of everyone around you. You began to feel trapped, like the space around you was getting smaller; it was almost hard to breath. "Hey Y/n! Do I have any more appointments?"

Izuku's voice cut through your hazed state, allowing you a chance to push your rolling chair away. You placed a hand at your chest, slowly catching your breath as you were given some space from the three men and looking down at the book. Katsuki's eyes narrowed; watching you closely and taking in your reaction. "Uh, n- no, since you're still training you won't be getting as many appointments. So that's all for you today."

He nodded, walking over to where Shoto was and writing down what he wanted for lunch. Katsuki lifted his hand, taking off the black mask that was pulled down to his chin and standing besides you. "Oi."

He said, keeping his voice low as he gave you his face mask. You looked down at it in your hand before looking back up at him. He sighed, taking it from your hand and putting it on your face himself. His eyes scanning over the prettiest little details of your face as he pulled the face mask over your nose.

He smirked at seeing the dusting of red over the top of the mask, your cheeks even feeling warm under his fingertips as he leaned back. Your smiled shyly under the mask, looking down at your lap with playing with drawstrings. There was a sinking feeling the more you thought about his action... Knowing that you could never have the chance of a relationship, so you knew you needed to stop thinking about it.

"So, have you've decided what you wanted to eat yet love?" Shoto asked while looking up from the list; the only one he needed was yours and yours was the most important to him. Your head shook, still arguing with him about it. "Not really hungry today Shoto."

"Aw, come on, you really need to eat or you're going to pass out." He argued with you, trying to make sure you were eating. He already knew life at home was hell for you, so he tried to take care of you here at work- trying to spoil you as much as possible. "Shoto, just get them something and I'll pay for it."

Kirishima spoke up, not liking about hearing you not eating. He leaned over where his tools were and gathered them up, making sure they were cleaned as he looked at the two of you. Your eyes were wide, staring at him and shaking your head. "No- no, there's no way that I can-"

"It's okay! You can pay me back by giving me one of your tattoos. There was a awesome geometric design in your book that I like." He smirked at you, winking softly and Shoto rolled his eyes lightly at hearing the redhead. You couldn't believe what you were hearing though... Offering to pay for your food just to get a tattoo, you didn't understand why they were trying to take care of you. But you didn't want him to waste his money on you... "Just some rice balls..."

"Is that it love? Don't you want to try to eat some more?" Shoto aksed, looking up from the notebook and lowering his pen. You shook your head at hearing his questions, already feeling guilty for spending his money. Kirishima frowned lightly when you shook your head at Shoto's question, giving him a soft nod. The redhead will take any progress you're willing to show. "Do you already have Kaminari's and Shinsou's?"

You asked, wanting to make sure they got lunch too. Kaminari laughed, leaning in the doorway from the room he was currently in. "Don't worry babe, he got us first."

Kaminari said with a grin, moving back into the room. Shoto closed the notepad and put it in his pocket as he waved goodbye; leaving the shop. Katsuki brushed a hand over the back of your neck as he left back to his client, Kirishima hugged you gently. "Please try eating more hon, I don't want to see you passing out."

"I'll try..." You whispered, patting his hand and he smiled brightly before grabbing the needles he needed for the piercing he was giving and leaving you up front. You absentmindedly went back to sketching, hearing the bell chiming after a while. "That was quick Sho..."

You froze when you looked up, seeing those hauntingly familiar blue eyes. He tilted his head to the side, raising an eyebrow as he narrowed his eyes. "Doll... Was that another man's name going to slip past your lips?"

Katsuki stopped cleaning his station at hearing the rough voice, tensing and turning his head. Izuku- who had been watching Katsuki working- looked at the blonde confused. Katsuki was seething.

You were terrified, feeling his body behind you as one of his hands loosely wrapped around your throat. His hand guided your shaking body back against his own, the smell of cigarettes filling your nose. Dabi, on the other hand, was enjoying the fact that you sweet scent was so close; leaning his head down to bury in your hair. His whispered, the dangerous intent laced in his voice. "You say no, but are you lying to me doll?"

"It- it was a mistake... I'm sorry..." You whispered, closing your eyes as you braced yourself for the heat you were about to recieve. But... Never got that. You nervously opened your eyes to see the calculating look in his eyes; never leaving your face. His other hand raised, pulling down your mask. "What happened?"

He growled at seeing the red mark, the mask hooked around his finger. You looked away, tapping your pencil nervously. Dabi growled under his breath and tightened his hand around your throat, pulling you closer his face. "I asked you a question babydoll."

"I fell..."

"Bullshit." Your stomach dropped, hearing the anger in his voice. They always hated when you lied to them, but you couldn't tell them what was happening! There was no way you could trust them with your emotions... All you are to them in your head is some kind of payment.

If you knew how much you actually meant to them...

"Hey Kacchan, isn't that Dabi?" Izuku asked, noticing why Katsuki was angry. The blonde gave him a dark look that told the trainee to shut up before he got stabbed. Kaminari seemingly could sense the tension and poked his head. "I keep forgetting you're new here. So, Y/n has this weird thing with Dabi and Hawks. But they refuses to talk about it."

"Weird...? How?" Izuku asked innocently, Katsuki punching the wall. "As they fucking use them for their body and throw them away when they're bored. The only reason they come around here is to get their dick wet from them and it pisses me off!"

"Firecracker."

"The hell you call-" Katsuki went quiet as Shinsou brainwashed him, Shinsou smiling softly at the peace. Kaminari poked his head out and saw that Dabi hadn't been paying attention to them. Good, they were still safe. Shinsou leaned back in his seat and turned his head to look at your trembling form. They all hated when you were scared, feeling that you should never been scared with them here able to protect you. None of them wanted to get involved with the yakuza, but now it's looking very tempting to begin a war.

"Hey, I'm going to try to get Y/n to stay with me tonight... Don't want them to go back to their house. You guys wanna crash with us?" Kirishima said as he was drying off his freshly washed hands. The redhead frowned when he saw you with Dabi, knowing that you'll be upset with his leaves... You always were.

"So, you know your sister had a run in with me." Dabi said, tracing his fingers over your skin slowly. The smirk on his face as he looked over at you, you knew that look... "Did she...?"

"Yea, busted up my bike and cussed me out. Till... She saw who she was cussing out." Dabi smirked, remembering the terror on her face. He was going to kill her, but then there would no reason to come see you. Hawks and Dabi depended on your family to mess up and give them an excuse to see you. Since you followed their first words only, business only. So there was no reason to see them unless you were paying something off... Hawks admittedly moved purposely when your family was around him to mess something up of his and come see you. "You know I can't pay for the damages..."

"Sure you can, you know how we like our payment." He smirked, pilling you flushed against his hips. You looked down when you felt the familiar hardness, your mind beginning to shut down. You really have the energy to deal with it, to do anything.

You've always been the scapegoat of your family. It's the same way you even got sold to Dabi and Hawks in the first place. Because your mother needed a scapegoat. But you wondered if this nightmare would ever end, you didn't know how much longer you could deal with it... "Dabi-"

"That's not the correct name and you know it." He said with a narrowed look, you took a shaky breath in and whispered painfully, "Daddy... I can't just-"

"You can and you will." He cut you off, stepping away from you. You felt your shoulders drop, tears welling up in your eyes. "You know where to meet us after your shift. We'll be waiting."

He pushed himself off from leaning against the counter, giving you a spare glance and leaving out the tattoo shop. Your head dropped, tears beginning to slip down your cheeks as you tried your hardest to stop your body from shaking. Silently sobs slipping from your lips, feeling a tightness in your chest that made it hard to breath.

Shinsou was up before any of the others could move; watching Dabi's harsh glare from the window. The purple male gave him a smirk and flicked him off, crouched down besides you to place a hand on your shoulder. His head leaning against yours and whispering, "Hey there kitten, how are you feeling?"

Dabi clenched his fist; beginning to feel the heat on his palm. The anger he felt only pissed him off more, hating to see Shinsou holding you to his chest. That should be me holding them... I'm going to kill that fucking brat.

Dabi stormed away, passing by a certain familiar two toned hair color boy. His blue eyes followed Shoto, watching him walk into the shop while greeting you with a soft smile. Well... So this is his tattoo shop... Things definitely got more annoying.

Dabi thought to himself, leaving the shop to tell Keigo about someone new they could kill for being near their possession.

"Hey guys, I'm back." Shoto said as he placed the bags down on the counter. He looked down confused at seeing you leaning against Shinsou's chest, wanting to know who made you cry and how to get to rid of them. "Dabi came here and upset them."

"I see..." Shoto whispered, looking back at the door with a narrowed look. He wondered why Dabi would be in this tattoo shop, when he clearly told his brother that his space was off limits. Shoto only made sure of that because you worked here.

Shinsou guided you to sit up and wiped the small tears away. You felt embarrassed that you cried in front of them, but they wouldn't let you feel embarrassed about it. Shinsou smiled at you softly. "Let's get you some food kitten."

"And then you can give us tattoos love."

"You're just leaving, like that?" Keigo asked, giving you an annoyed look from where he was resting on the couch; wings laid out. He was resting his slacks, sharp golden eyes watching you tying up your laces on your shoes. There was a tired nod from you, not able to face them.

Your body was hurting, from their rough treatment and the abuse from your family. It was even a surprise that you were still walking... You think the only way you were walking was because you disassociated and you feel... numb. "You guys are the ones that just wanted to be a payment thing... So there's no reason for me to just waste our time here, I'm not some annoyance. I need to get home and make dinner."

"Seriously? Are you fucking kidding me?" Dabi scoffed, growing annoyed at you always running away from them. The cigarette between his teeth and blowing smoke out of the side of his mouth; finger tapping his leg harshly as he watched you. He was just resting in his boxers; the forgetting about trying to find his pants. "Have a good night..."

You whispered, zipping up your jacket and hiding the new bruises from their harsh grips. Dabi burned his shirt in his hand, clenching his teeth. "I hate this Keigo. I want them. Here. With us."

"They're right... Annoyingly right. We did tell them not to contact us and that our visits will only be because of business." But that was before they grew obsessed with you, before you filled their heads and they only craved for you. "Shut it asshole."

"They won't visit us unless there's a reason." Keigo sighed, tilting his head back and rubbing his face lightly. Suddenly, his wings stiffened while his feathers sharpened, hearing a certain conversation from one of the spare feathers spread across the club. Dabi gave his partner a strange look.

"There you are Y/n! Whoa... Hey, hey, it's me, Kaminari. Focus on me sunny bunches, let's get you home."

"Kami...? How- how did you know that I was here?"

"I come out here sometimes... You just look like you need to go home. Don't worry, I haven't had anything to drink yet; scout's honor." Keigo's blood boiled, standing up sharply and making his way out to the railing to glare around the club. His eyes moving quickly and Dabi walked next to him, giving the male an annoyed look. "What's going on with you?"

"Someone's talking to them, trying to take them home." Keigo snapped, Dabi looking around before seeing you making your way out with a blonde. "How many more are there going to be?"

"I'm sorry... I hope I didn't just hear you correct; did you say, more?"

"Yea, we gotta talk about that. I found something interesting today." Dabi explained as he walked back into their room, grabbing his drink and crashing back in his seat. Keigo looked back at the pyromaniac and sat next to him. Dabi explaining he found out at the tattoo shop.

"I thought you hated clubs Kaminari..." You whispered in the car as he was driving down the street, one hand holding onto yours as his thumb rubbing the back of your palm softly. "Why do you think that?"

"It's a sensory overload for you... And you said that you've been kicked out a couple because of you short circuiting and accidentally destroying their sound system."

"Oh... Yea-yea... I can't believe you remember that." He said with a dopey smile, before chuckling nervously. "I just..."

"It's okay, you don't have to explain. Thank you." You gave him tired smile with a sad look in your eyes. "I don't think I could have walked home..."

"Are... Are you sure that you want to go home? We can just go hand out at my house. I just got some Netflix and some new shows just came out! I can get some snacks on the way and we can just crash the two of us."

You shook your head sadly; already know how mad your family must be at you for not being there yet. He frowned. He asked, curious to see if you truly knew, "Y/n...? You know that we are here for you, right?"

You could only lie as you agreed with him; thinking that no one would ever be truly on your side when they find out you're just some property to the yakuza. It was something your family made very clear to you and your steps realized that they could get away with anything because you were there to take their fall. Your free hand pointed to the house. "It's here."

"Y/n... It isn't too late for me just to drive off. None of us want you to keep coming back here and we can just get you more clothes so you'll never have to come back."

"I couldn't do that to you guys. You already do so much for me, thank you." You whispered, leaving the car and rubbing your arms lightly. Kaminari stared at you, free thumb nervously tapping the steering wheel. Trying his hardest not to kidnap you.

The panic building in his chest as he watched you get out of the car. He quickly got out and grabbed at your arm, pulling you back softly. "Please sunny bunches, can you least just stay tonight?"

You looked your house sadly, Kaminari beginning to take the hint of your distracted and weakened state to pull you back to the car. Even when you tried to pull your hand out from his grasp, he pulled you to wrap his arms around you. "I won't let you keep getting hurt Y/n."

He whispered in your ear, hand at the back of your neck and lightly the right nerves. Your eyes closed, falling asleep in his arms as he laid you back in the seat. He's been studying nerves for a long time in the shop, knowing which nerves to shock for relax muscles or even the brain. Since you were already tired and exhausted, it barely took anything to put you asleep.

Kaminari: Y/n's going home with me tonight.

Shinsou: Should I brainwash her family to go jump off of the bridge?

Kirishima: No, they actually care about those assholes.

Shinsou: Seriously? After everything they put them through?

Kirishima: They just have that kind heart and their family takes advantage of it.

Katsuki: They bitches who deserve to die.

Shinsou: That's two against one. Kaminari?

Kaminari: They're shaking in their sleep; hang on.

Kaminari put down his phone, gently placing his hand on your shoulder with a soft smile. He was happy to see you with him; knowing that he wouldn't let anything or anyone hurt you. The heater was turned on, a playlist of gentle music to help you sleep was playing on the radio. His eyes moving with an annoyed look to the house as he saw movement, the door swinging open as he closed your door.

Katsuki: Everyone agree to go crash at dunce face's place tonight?

Shinsou: Already there.

Kirishima: Oh yea, Shinsou has a key.

Katsuki: Whatever, open the door hot topic.

Shinsou: Bitch.

Kirishima: Kaminari haven't texted in a while, hope everything's okay.

Katsuki: Everything better be okay! He has them!

Katsuki: OI!

Shinsou: I think he's called Kaminari 7 times now.

Katsuki: DUNCE FACE ANSWER OUR PHONE CALLS YOU ASSHOLE! WHERE ARE THEY?

Kaminari: All the phone's ringing is going to wake them up, calm down Kacchan. I'm almost home.

Kaminari put down his phone and looked down at the dark house. The lights inside had busted from too much voltage, the people inside unconscious from the unhealthy amount of voltage that ran through their system. One of them may be dead from Kaminari dunking them in water before electrocuting them.

Oh, I need to get snacks. Kaminari thought with gentle hum, tossing the wet jacket in the backseat as he smiled happily. 10 minutes later, he was leaving the store with a few bags of food and checking on you. You were still asleep, good.

Kaminari: Someone come out here and carry Y/n while I carry in the food.

Kirishima looked down at his phone, reading the text, and then back at the car that just pulled up. The redhead smiled happily at his luck and winked at the seething Katsuki while holding you in his arms. Katsuki wanted to be the one to carrying you inside.

Kirishima adored the way you curled up in his arms as he carried you up the steps, into the house and your head leaned against his chest. You started to wake up as he walked inside, your eyes opening and he smiled down at you. "Hey hon, enjoy your little nap?"

"Oh-oh, sorry," You mumbled, trying to get our of his arms. He worried that you would fall and hurt yourself, so he placed you on the couch. "Good morning sunny bunches~"

Kaminari teased you as he passed by with the snacks, putting them on the table. Katsuki immediately snatched them, giving Kaminari an annoyed look. Annoyed that the blonde thought these cheap foods would be good for you, no he was going to make them better for you.

"Hey pretty~ Come down here and lay here." Kirishima patted the cushion on the ground. You looked at him confused, your body still sore from Dabi and Hawks. They knew. Even if you didn't say anything, they knew. "Pretty please?"

He pouted, making you cave in. How could you say no to him? You laid on the cushion, making him smile happily. Kirishima leaned down and began to gently massage over your shoulders and back. Your eyes fluttered shut at the soft touches, Kirishima humming happily at seeing you relaxing. Shinsou sat besides you, gently brushing his fingers through your hair as Kaminari was scrolling through Netflix as he sipped at a drink. "They're asleep."

"Surprised they even woke up in the first place. You should have seen them when I had picked them up." Kaminari explained, leaning back against the couch. His fingers tapping the side of his glass lightly. Earlier, the boys had split up and searched each club in trying to find you. Kaminari was just the lucky one and now they know which club is the yakuza. "They have more bruises..."

Kirishima said sadly, frowning as he hates to see you hurt. Kaminari stood up from his seat and left to the bathroom to cool down before his blew the bulb next to him. Katsuki clenched the spoon in his hand; trying not to explode anything in the kitchen. "I'm going to fucking kill them..."

"Stand in line firecracker." Shinsou snapped, Kaminari came out with small drops of water dripping from his face. Haven splashed cold water to cool down. "I got the first aid kit."

The blonde mumbled while sitting besides Kirishima who took the first aid kit with a grateful nod. Kirishima and Kaminari took care of your injuries while Katsuki was putting the food on the table. "I hate to say this... But wake them up, they need to eat."

"Are you serious? After everything?" Kirishima looked up quickly at Katsuki. He sucked air through his teeth, annoyed. "You think I don't want them to rest? I do, but they need to eat more than anything. They only had what? Barely a rice ball! And then they go do this shit to them? No, they need food."

No one could argue with Katsuki's logic. There was a small sigh and Kirishima nodded in understanding. His hand reached down, gently shaking your shoulder and watching you whine while trying to sleep longer. Kaminari broke and tried to swat Kirishima's hand away. Shinsou immediately grabbed Kaminari's arm and pulled him back. "Kami... No."

"They need to sleep, listen to them whine." Kaminari struggled in Shinsou's hold. He sighed, locking his arms around Kaminari to keep him trapped on his lap. You whined again, Kaminari struggling again. Kirishima continued shaking your shoulder till you opened your eyes. "Hey baby."

He cooed at seeing your e/c eyes. Katsuki leaned down and ruffling your hair before grinning at you. "Come on, food's done. Let's get you some food in ya."

"I thought we agreed for you guys not to touch my shop." Shoto said, tapping his fingers against the arm rest. Dabi narrowed his eyes at hearing that, leaning back in his chair with his arms crossed over his chest. Shoto had called Dabi to meet them in the house, knowing that this is rocky but neutral ground. Their sister doesn't allow weapons or uses of quirks. It would be easy to break her rules, but they had respect for their sister.

"We did." Dabi agreed, shrugging his shoulders. He had finally got dressed here, but just in a black tank top and some jeans. Shoto in a button down shirt and some jeans, giving a classy look. "So, tell me why I've just found out that you've been visiting my place. I hadn't stepped a foot in your club out of respect, but you? Bitch."

"You have something that belong to us." Shoto let out a chuckle, crossing his legs. "Nothing in there is yours, everything in that shop is mine."

Dabi's eyes narrowed, standing up sharply. The blue flames licking his hands and his eyes boredly looked up at Dabi with an unamused look. "THAT'S BULLSHIT!"

He was breathing heavy, anger boiling under his skin. Shoto sighed, standing up and adjusting his sleeves as he looked at Dabi. "No, it's not-"

"Y/n is ours." Shoto froze where he was standing, the orange flames burning where his scar was as his cold eyes immediately shot up to the pyromaniac. Dabi looked more unhinged and ready to lunge at Shoto while Shoto just looked pissed. "We'll see who brands her first then, won't we?"

"Don't get in my way Shoto. It won't end pretty for you."

"Funny, I was going to say the same to you. Enjoy loosing this game Touya."

[yunhoiseyecandy]

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✕ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ — ᴛᴀᴛᴛᴏᴏɪꜱᴛ!ʏᴜɴʜᴏ x ꜰ.ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

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the familiar smell of cigarettes hit your nose as soon as you stepped into the small shop, the bell at the top of the door ringing throughout the room as the door closed behind you.

"might as well interview for a job here at this point, y/n."

a smile crept it's way up your mouth at the voice, eyes making contact with another pair in front of you. "yeah well, it sucks that I already have a job. but thanks for the offer, san."

the pen in his hand tapped in tune with the music playing from the speaker on his desk while he filled out some paperwork, his eyebrows knitting together when he saw you were about thirty minutes early.

"what's up? I'm pretty sure your appointment was at 5:00 pm, not 4:30," san said, standing up out of his chair so he could lean on the countertop in front of you. "lucas doesn't come in until then."

your head tilted in confusion as your eyes flickered to your watch. dammit, he's right.

you were more than positive you had the right time, and now you're nothing but annoyed at the small slip-up. "fuck, I could've sworn it was already past five when I left."

your arms crossed over your chest as a high pitched laugh left san, his hand coming down to slap the counter when he saw the glare you sent his way.

"well, you might want to get that watch checked out, babe." you wanted nothing more than to slap that smirk off his lips, jump over the counter and strangle the boy to death, but you knew he'd only watch as you struggled to do so.

just then, one of the rooms in the back swung open as someone walked out, another guy who you assumed to be a new artist here leaning against the door as he wiped some sweat off his forehead with the hem of his shirt.

woah, you thought, he's kinda cute. you couldn't help but bite your lip while watching as a small smile played on his lips, eyes fixed on his arms when they flexed while opening a door for the other guy to leave.

you watched as he strolled over to where you and san were, the leather pants he had on fitting his thighs too well, and the black shirt he had on leaving barely anything to the imagination.

his hair was messy, and you could tell he pushed it back a lot. just as that thought came to mind his hand came up to push the hair out of his eyes, and it's then that you saw the dark eyeshadow that he had on.

black eyeliner and eyeshadow, leather pants— he was the whole package, and you couldn't tell if it was him that was making it hot in here, or the lack of air conditioning-

all this time you didn't realize san was holding back more laughter as he watched you drool over the new employee, ushering him over secretly just to mess with you.

the smirk that painted san's face never left as the tall man walked over, eyes low and dark and it gave you the impression that he must've been tired. "oh hey, yunho, how'd your last session go?"

yunho, that was his name

yunho sighed as he craned his neck to the side while his hand rubbed the tense muscles harshly, "it went good, but god is my back being a pain today."

your eyes continued to drink in yunho's appearance, finding it hard to look away for more than a minute.

you couldn't help but notice the size difference between the two of you, and it was hard not to think about what other things could be even bigger.

"oh sorry, I should introduce you two," san said, walking to where you two of you were standing and his hands gesturing to both of you as he spoke. "y/n, yunho — yunho, y/n."

you weren't exactly sure how to respond to san's actions, but you just decided to go along with him and send an awkward nod yunho's way.

he smiled, well more specifically half smiled back to you, and you couldn't help but admire the tongue piercing that his tongue had. you'd always admired people with such a pain tolerance, never truly being able to handle things like that.

"nice to meet you, y/n." he said, being very discreet at checking you out while your eyes trained to the ground. he thought it was adorable when your ears reddened slightly, making it hard for him not to blush himself.

and as much as you wanted nothing more than to talk to the hot guy in front of you, you really needed to get this tattoo done before you had to leave for work later that night.

your hands shoved themselves into the pockets of your shorts, "oh, I forgot to tell you y/n," san started, "lucas just texted me saying he won't be able to make it today, and recommend you pick someone else to do the tattoo for you."

you couldn't help but roll your eyes in annoyance at his words, already mad at yourself for being early but now being more than pissed off.

and maybe it was because he'd later on tell you that the guy you'd been drooling over would substitute for your usual artist, leaving you a embarrassed mess the whole session.

but who knows

he was precise with everything, and you never would’ve thought watching someone handle something with such precisions could be so attractive. you could tell he took pride in what he did, and you knew you wouldn’t have to worry about a thing while being alone in this room with him.

though, you will admit that no matter how focused you were on the man in front of you, the pain of the needle poking your skin was far too much to distract you from where you currently were.

this wasn’t your first time getting a tattoo, so you weren’t quite sure why your nerves were shot, but you had a couple reasons that might explain why you were extra squeamish today.

yunho noticed the way you would tense up whenever he placed his empty hand on your knee to sturdy himself, and he couldn’t help but chuckle whenever your thighs closed together at his soft touches.

in fact, this whole time he’d been working on you he had to force his eyes back onto what he was working and tell himself repeatedly to keep everything professional, and not cross any lines.

he hated how he was acting, like some teenage boy who’d just discovered porn for the first time. his cheeks reddened as he saw you bite your bottom lip, thinking about how sweet you must be, and he wanted nothing more than to throw the tattoo machine across the room and spread your legs wide open while he takes you raw.

he knew it wasn’t just him thinking like this, and he smirked whenever you licked your lips when he moved a certain way, the veins on his arms becoming more prominent with every passing second.

“and.. done.” he said, placing the gun on the small table next to him before he grabbed one last wipe and slowly dragged it along your tattoo to get any access ink. he stood up hastily, taking his gloves off and rolling his wrist in circular motions.

in this moment, you didn’t care about the fresh moon that painted your skin, and more about how big he looked compared to where you sat, his chest barely fitting in his shirt. “it looks amazing, really.”

he turned around to face you, smiling and drying his hands with a paper towels. he stepped closer to you, steps short but long as he leaned down, “gotta throw this away, baby.” he said and tossed the paper into the bin right next to your legs.

you held your breath when he pulled back, your eyes locking with his while his breath fanned your face. his cologne was intoxicating, it was like you were floating, almost a euphoric feeling. “did you need anything else?”

maybe it was because of all the sexual tension that you pulled the collar of his shirt towards you and pressed your lips against his, but you couldn’t think about anything else but his taste.

he tasted like strawberries, and you think you remember him putting some strawberry chapstick on before he started your session. his lips were soft, felt like cushions against your own, and you let your tongue slide over his bottom lip before slowly pushing into his mouth.

yunho pulled away to catch his breath, "fuck, are you sure you want to do this? san's right outside and can hear us-"

he was adorable, you had to admit, the way his ears were burning and how he touched you hesitantly. but you wanted him to know that you were in this fully, so you wrapped your legs around him while slowly grounding into him so he could catch on.

you could feel his cock through his ripped jeans, and you loved the way it felt against your clit through the fabric of your underwear. "you're so big,"

it was like a wave came over him, sending a boost of confidence his way when you moaned into his mouth. "yeah?"

you hummed into him, fingers tugging the hair on the back of his neck. yunho's hands ran up and down your thighs before pulling away.

"I wanna feel those pretty lips around me, baby." he said, backing up against the counter in front of you. your eyes ran down from where his hands were undoing the buttons on his shirt, wide while slowly roaming the bulge over his pants.

once his shirt was open, his hands moved down to slowly grope himself while looking keeping eye contact with you. "what're you waiting for?"

never have you felt such heat rush through your body, the white underwear you had on had to be more than soaked through by now.

without any hesitation, you rushed to get on the ground infront of him, sliding your hands up his body and unbuttoning his pants while kissing his clothed thighs.

his fingers grabbed ahold of some of your hair, gliding through it and gripping it harshly. the view beneath him was too hot, and it was starting to get hard to grasp a full breath of air.

once you finally managed to pull his pants down, you placed your hands on either side of his underwear and pulled it down.

you don't think you've ever taken someone so big, let alone give head to something the size of your face. you gulped, licking your lips and giving a small lick to the head of his cock.

"f-fuck" he stuttered out, chest heaving as he watched you taste him. it was such a small touch, but just enough to have him begging for more.

slowly, one hand came to hold his length closer to your lips, and you licked a long stripe up the underside of him to test where he was most sensative.

and as you expected, once you reached he slit his hips buckled up into your mouth, forcing his head to slip past your lips. "just like that, so good."

it wasn't long before both his hands tangled in your hair while one of your own was on his thigh, pacing yourself with every harsh thrust he gave your mouth.

you could feel the way his cock twitched if you sucked harder, and you wanted nothing more than to have him cum in your mouth. but before he could, he pulled out completely and stuck his thumb in your mouth.

"no, baby, I wanna cum in your pussy before anything else."

you moaned around his finger, surprised when he pulled it out of your mouth and pulled you up by your chin, turning you around and bending you over the work table.

"I'm not gonna lie, y/n." he pulled your shorts down your legs, moving your panties to the side, "I knew I wanted to fuck you as soon as I saw these pretty shorts."

he stuck two fingers in his mouth, coating them with his spit and spreading your legs before sliding them over your pussy. "and when I saw the bow on your underwear? I fucking lost it."

you but your arm to keep any noises inside, not wanting anyone to walk in right now. "ah, please-"

he smirked, slowly pushing the digits in to make sure it wouldn't hurt. "god, you're so warm and wet."

you felt his fingers curl up inside you, and your back arched with anticipation. he was moving too slow for your liking, and you were starting to get impatient.

"yunho, please. I need you." you're not one to beg, but right now you're willing to do anything to feel him inside you.

"all you had to do was ask, love"

yunho pushed himself deep in you, and it took all the willpower in your body not to scream. "oh fuck,"

he groaned as you clenched around him, moving his hips when he felt your body ease into his touch.

your hands gripped the edge of the table under you, nails scraping the paint on the underside of it while it pounded into you from behind.

with every thrust he gave you, his hips slammed the backside of your thighs, making the room fill with sounds of slapping that only added to the lewdness of the situation.

you could feel all of him; the veins that ran on the underside of him, the tip of his cock whenever he'd graze that sweet spot inside of you, and the way his nails dug into your hips when your cunt squeezed him especially right.

"so good," yunho groaned, his head falling back when he caught a reflection of your face in the mirror infront of him.

your eyebrows were knit together, mouth wide open while silent please and begs left your mouth. and every now and then he caught a glimpse of your cleavage whenever your shirt bunched up at the top

you couldn't take it anymore, it was all too much. "g-gonna- gonna cum-!"

he couldn't help but chuckle at the whine you let out, "yeah? go ahead, cum all over my cock like the slut you are."

your eyes closed tight, back arching into the table and your whole lower half went numb as you came around him.

not being able to handle how hard you were clenching around him he gave your sensative body two more thrusts before pulling out and cumming all over your back.

you lay there in a daze, not paying attention to the shuffling behind you.

"maybe you did need something else, huh?"

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