#my coworker wants a tattoo design

[swordsandholly]

Cherry Bomb - tattoo parlor anthology

MDNI | poly 141 x fem fat reader | masterlist

Part 7: Firsts

Kyle bought you lunch before your set time. To make sure you ate, he said. He still asked about five times if you felt like you ate enough or needed water even after sitting across from you while you downed a to-go container of pad se ew and your fourth ounce bottle.

You just laugh and point to a piece on your knee. “Babes I got this with nothing but a trenta iced coffee and two hours of sleep in my system. I’m fine, I promise.”

John made a baffled noise at that. Kyle looked like he was going to throw up. That look remained as he went through the process of setting up in John’s studio room. Kyle is meticulous about it. Each step done with care. You feel a bit silly sitting around and twiddling your thumbs.

“Just breathe. It’s fine.” John murmurs in a low rumble that somehow has you relaxing more than the indented party.

“It’s almost more scary doing someone I know.” Kyle huffs.

You laugh. “Can’t be worse than the blown out piece of shit on my left arm. C’mon, I’ve seen what you can do. You’ve got this.”

John nods, sitting on the other side of you.

“Besides, even if it sucks I’ll still be honored to be your first real apprentice tattoo.” You pipe up.

Kyle chuckles, low and unsure. Part of you wants to give him an out, to say he doesn’t have to, but you can see the set of his jaw even as his eyes flick between his supplies and the stencil in his hand nervously. He’s determined as much as he is scared. There’s no getting him out of that headspace until he’s done.

You chose something easy. One of Kyle’s more dainty, simple flash designs for the back of your thigh, just below the curve of your ass. A little bow with minimal shading. Something he’s practiced a thousand times and an easy enough starting point. Plus, you already mentioned having him do a matching one on the other side when he’s ready for it. Easy practice.

“C’mon, at least get the stencil on before you have a panic attack.” You try to keep your voice light, turning your back to him.

Kyle sighs. You hear his stool roll forward as he scoots in close to place it. John shuffles around to stand over him. A nasty part of your brain complains about exposing your cellulite to these two fit men but you push that deep down into nothing. A second, more embarrassing part wonders if you should have chose a more appropriate spot… that maybe you shouldn’t be standing in front of your boss and coworker in teeny-tiny biker shorts that barely cover you. You shove that down right next to the other mean thoughts.

You pointedly ignore the heat that shoots up your spine as Kyle’s hands feel out the shape of your thigh to get it centered - keeping your eyes forward as he slowly presses the paper against you. You could swear a thumb traces the curve of your cheek as he smoothes it but that’s probably just wishful thinking.

“Good job, kid.” John claps a hand on Kyle’s shoulder as soon as the paper is pulled away. You turn around in the mirror to check it, expecting to probably have to move it, but from what you can tell it really is perfect.

“Damn, dude, on your first try!” You grin, clapping happily.

Kyle nods stiffly, but you see the way the corner of his mouth quirks up. You unceremoniously clamber onto the table, moving around so your back doesn’t hurt from laying flat for the next few hours with your arms folded under your head.

“Hey.” You whisper while John steps away to grab something. “Get through this without freaking out and I’ll give you a reward.”

“A reward?” He tilts his head, smile turning from an nervous curl of his lip to a boyish grin.

You jokingly bat your lashes. “I’ll give you a kiss.”

Kyle chuckles. “With tongue?”

You gawk, face hot. “Mr. Garrick! Where’d my knight in shining armor go?”

“Just tryin’ t’ figure out exactly what I’m workin’ toward.”

You hum, pretending to mull it over. “We’ll see. Depends on how well you do.”

Kyle levels a look at you, something heated as his lip catches between his teeth. It’s only there for a moment, gone as soon as he turns to his tools. Replaced by a laser focus.

“Alright.” John settles back into his seat on your other side. “Let’s do one line and then see how we all feel.”

Kyle nods. You shuffle a little to make you’re you’re as comfortable as possible for the next however long. You know it’s going to be a while even if it isn’t a simple design. He’s new and precise with means slow.

The familiar whirr of the gun starts up. You shut your eyes, waiting, hoping that you aren’t projecting any more tension into the room than Kyle is. The needle stings when it finally touches you, but not as badly as you braced for. His touch is light.

He pulls the gun away and let’s put a giant sigh. “How y’feel, luv?”

“Hm? Oh, I’m all good. You?” You tilt your chin a bit to meet his eye.

“Better now that it’s started.”

“Good.” John nods, chest bumping your leg as he leans forward to look. “Looks good. Keep on.”

The room is nearly silent as he works. You turned down the music before coming back so he wouldn’t get overwhelmed - at least that was your reasoning. You’d get overwhelmed. Kyle is more levelheaded than you are, though.

“Thassit.” John smiles - or at least that’s how it sounds in his voice. “Her skin takes ink so well, yeah?”

Fuck, that totally should not do it for you. Gravelly voiced British bastard. You keep your eyes locked onto the flash on the far wall as you attempt to cool down.

Kyle just hums, seemingly unable to talk as he concentrates. He probably is with how dialed in he looks. You take a break before he gets to shading, stretching and getting some water. It takes a while, but not as long as you assumed. You start to get that ache in your skin partway through the shading - that feeling when your nerves are so tired from firing off pain receptors they just all sort of start burning dully.

However long later Kyle pulls away. “I… think it’s done?”

“You think?” John challenges.

Kyle sighs before speaking with more finality. “It’s done.”

There’s a few beats where John assess and you hold your breath. He points to a couple spots where Kyle’s hand slipped a bit or he applied too much pressure, but when you check it out in the mirror yourself you don’t see that all. Perfectionists.

You can’t help but squeal and jump, clapping happily and barely standing still while Kyle puts the saniderm on. You’re just to happy! Not only did Kyle get his first tattoo done but now you have brand new (free) cute ink to show off. Kyle looks tired, though, so you try not over overwhelm him while he cleans up. Concentrating like that with anxiety must have really taken it out of him.

You sort of forget about your promise of a reward for the next week. Too busy focusing on taking care of your new tattoo. The only downside to the placement is sitting in your office chair itches - especially once you take the saniderm off. You’ve mostly taken to standing while working and wearing shorts and skirts to let it breathe. It’s worth it, though. You’ll have to ask Kyle how soon he wants to do the other one. Without being pushy, of course.

You quietly hum to yourself as you get the cash drawers ready to lock away in the backroom safe. Triple checking the bags and making sure tips are divided correctly, etc.

“Hey, lovie.” Kyle saddles up behind you suddenly, hands on your hips.

You jump. “Holy shit, you scared the hell out of me!”

“Sorry.” He chuckles. A hand slips down your hip, palm tracing the hem of your tennis skirt to lightly rest over the little bow. “How’s she healin’?”

“It’s, uh, it-“ You stutter, eyes wide and skin hot. If it were Johnny, you’d laugh and swat him away - maybe let his hand wander to your ass first - but Kyle doesn’t do this. Not that you don’t like it - the problem lies in that you’re liking it too much. If the patter of your heart is anything to go by. “It’s good. Not itching yet or anything.”

Kyle hums. “Good.”

“Th-that all?”

“Think you forgot somethin’.” He turns you around, hands firmly planted on the softness of your waist. When you just give him a bewildered look he continues. “I was promised a reward, I think.”

“O-oh?” Your face burns, eyes wide. Is he serious? Part of you wants to say no - to push him away. You’re coworkers, after all. Until your eyes meet his, so big and warm and his lips forming a perfect pout. “John….?”

Kyle chuckles ans crosses his chest. “John won’t care. Cross my heart.”

He gives you a moment to mull it over. You don’t think he’s making fun of or bating you - Kyle wouldn’t do that. There’s no way he’s interested either. That’s one delusion you can firmly plant in the ’purely imaginary’ category.

Whatever. What do you have to lose from a little back room make out?

Your lips meets his. Fuck, they’re soft. He steals your breath - greedy and gentile. It’s been so long since you’ve been kissed, much less kissed well. One of the hands on your waist moves to your low back as Kyle leans into you. Your hands grapple onto his shoulders to steady you. He takes advantage of your gasp at being tilted back to swipe is tongue between your lips.

You mould together, breaths heavy and tongues dancing. A needy, pathetic little part of you wishes the hand that drifted from your waist to your hip would hook under your thigh. That Kyle would tilt you all the way back onto the desk and throw your leg over his shoulder, eagerly pushing up your skirt-

An ‘I love you’ dances on the tip of your tongue and you reel back harshly, hand flat on his chest to separate you.

“Alright?” He murmurs, eyes half lidded and dark.

You swallow roughly and nod, breathing hard. “I, uh, I need to finish the safe.”

Something passes across his face briefly as your eyes flick between his. Whatever it was, it’s replaced by his usual easy smile as he returns to standing at his full height, the hands on your waist steady you before disappearing. Your stomach drops as they go.

“See you tomorrow.” Kyle murmurs, pressing one last little peck on your cheek before striding away, leaving you alone in the back room with a hot face and whirlwind thoughts.

Fuck.

A/N: brought to you by the time a tattoo artist told me my skin takes ink well in the most haunting bedroom voice I’ve ever heard😵‍💫 killed me right then and there

[jazzthatonewriterchick]

Most Wanted (Mafia Boss!Toji x Spy!Self-Insert!Reader 18+ One Shot) [COMMISSION FILL]

"I’m gonna make sure you remember tonight and what happens when you fuck with a guy like me."

*IMPORTANT DISCLAIMER: THIS WORK CONTAINS R*PE & NONCON SEXUAL ACTS. PLEASE MIND THE TAGS AND READ LIGHTLY.

Pairing: Toji Fushigiro x Self-Insert!Reader (Enemies to Lovers)

Synopsis: You’re a highly skilled hitwoman. You’ve been doing this for years–getting paid to take hits on the wealthy and corrupt at your agency’s order. You figure taking a hit on the renowned Tokyo mafia boss Toji Fushigiro won’t be any different. However, things take a terrifying turn for you, and your skills are put to the test when you go undercover as a dancer at his favorite club and give him a private dance. But instead of killing you, Toji takes it upon himself to punish you and show you what happens when you fuck with him.

Warnings: Smutty Smut, 18+; Porn with Plot; Physical Fighting; Gun Play; Knife Play; Noncon/R*pe; Forced Deepthroat; Mutual Oral; Forced Orgasm; Lap Dancing/Pole Dancing; Doggystyle; Spit Play; Degradation + Praise; Rough Sex; Choking; Hair Pulling; Unprotected PIV Sex; Creampie; Some Aftercare

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters mentioned in this fic. However, as this is my writing, I do not give permission for my work to be reposted on any other sites that are not from my own accounts. Thank you!

Writer’s Note: Here you go lovely!! @curiouscutie143 I hope you & everyone other toji lovers enjoy this. I had so much fun writing this & I tried to make it as nasty as I could lol. I may write another mafia!toji thing in the future just cuz this shit was soooo fun. Enjoy! -Jazz

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“Peaches, you’re needed in the backrooms.” 

You resist the urge to smile as you turn around from your seat at the bar, sipping on some water after your dance and sweet-talking a middle-aged bank broker into his pockets. It’s important to keep up the facade.

“Comin’,” you tell your coworker and turn to the broker who looks ready to dive into your cleavage. 

“Sorry, but I’ve gotta run,” you sigh, acting apologetic. He frowns at you, making the wrinkles and lines in his face more evident. “But this shouldn’t take too long. Find me afterward?”

The broker puts his hand on yours, accidentally using the hand his gold marriage band sits on. “You’ve got it, baby,” he purrs. “I’ve got some dollars just waitin’ on ya.” 

He gives you a wink before polishing off his whiskey and walking away from the bar, leaving you to breathe and collect your thoughts. You turn to the bottle girl, waving her down. “One shot of Patron, please!” you yell above the music blaring from the overhead speakers. She nods, scurrying to fetch you a much-needed shot. It will be the first alcoholic drink you’ve had since your shift started. 

You suddenly hear a buzz from your right ear and instantly put your hand up against it under your hair. “V,” a gruff voice says into your earpiece. “Come in, V. It’s been 20 minutes since we last talked. Did you get him yet?” 

You scan the upscale strip club pulsing with purple and red strobe lights and booming with activity: businessmen and regular-degular customers tossing money at the dancers on stage who spin around poles and do splits in their thongs and heels.

“Target was sighted five minutes earlier, sir,” you whisper into the earpiece given to you by your agency. “He is currently in the backrooms waiting for me. He came alone. He made eye contact with me ten minutes ago, so he may be asking for me.” 

More like you made eye contact with him and had been since he walked in. He is impossible to miss with how tall and buff he is. His black V-neck tee stuck to his pectorals and abs while his jeans hung low on his hips.

You had expected he’d be flashier with his wealth by wearing obvious designer clothing, but you figured that he had to keep a low profile as well. Beneath the V-neck that hung from his neck, you could see the tattoos that roped over his chest just like his arms. The healed scar at the corner of his smirk as his green eyes scanned the place over told you that this was, indeed, your target. 

He stood between two bodyguards in suits half his size, giving off an intimidating aura, especially with the guns at their hips. But you’d expect nothing less from Toji Fushigiro, Tokyo’s most notorious mafia boss. 

He is powerful. He is wealthy. He is known throughout Tokyo and Japan for being the head of Tokyo’s infamous mafia gang, the spot being passed down by his father. He is also a criminal. White-collar crime, organized crime, drug trafficking––you name it, Toji does it. 

He is also known for his scare tactics on those who owe him a debt. He’s held man over bridges, threatening to drop them in the murky waters below. He’s pistol-whipped. He’s choked. He’s stomped. He’s jumped guys in alleyways and left them for dead. He is a man of his word. If he tells you he’ll fuck you up if you don’t give him his money in a certain amount of time, he’ll do it. 

He is the number one man current on your hitlist…and your agency’s. They knew it was a good idea to employ you, their top hitwoman, to Toji’s favorite club to take him out for good. Though he didn’t show up when you started at the club a couple of weeks ago, you knew it was only a matter of time until he showed up. 

And now, he is. As soon as he was in the club, everyone’s eyes were on him. Dancers scurried to the pole and backstage to change into their best outfits to milk him out of his pockets. Bartenders and bottle girls quickly wiped down counters and took care of customers as quickly as possible so they could tend to him. Your manager barreled toward him with complimentary champagne and a spot in the VIP section. 

As Toji walked with your manager, your eyes met across the room. They met again while he sat in the VIP section when he should’ve been watching a dancer twirl around the pole in front of him. Both times were fleeting, but they affected you completely. His green eyes, like mirrors to a forest, sent chills down your spine and made your stomach flip. His gaze was intense. Intimate. His eyes made it hard to relax or act like a normal dancer working her shift at the club. 

He seemed to know what he was doing to you or he was sizing you up because he would simply smirk and sip on his whiskey on the rocks and puff on his cigar, his soft lips forming Os and blowing the smoke into the strobe-lit air. You can understand why so many women fell for him, but you aren’t one of them. The tiny gun strapped to your hip proves it. 

Your real boss sighs in relief. “Excellent work,” he praises. “Unfortunately, we can’t see what you’re doing from over at headquarters and we’re still working on connecting the audio to hear what’s happening around you, so just fill us in on what you do next until then. All you have to do now is walk back there and complete the mission as we discussed.” 

You toss an arm over the bar, stretching your coffin-shaped nails along the polished bar. “Of course,” you reply with a smirk. “Don’t I always?”

The bartender returns with your shot and you down it at once, relishing the burn and the way it loosened you right up. “I’ll keep you informed,” you say. “Just stay near the phone.” 

“Be careful,” your boss says before the line cuts. You check your makeup in the bar before you get up from the bar and strut over to your beautiful, blonde coworker in her red lingerie and heels. “Hey, Yuki,” you greet her. 

She smiles at you and guides you to the backrooms where the wealthier customers usually take the girls to get a dance…or something more. Sexual exchanges aren’t allowed, but the manager never complains if they bring in more money. You and Yuki peer down the hallway to the double doors of a private room where Toji’s bodyguards stand. 

“Why the guards?” you ask, pretending to be confused. “Is the President here or somethin’?” Yuki turns you to face her, her eyes wide. “Even bigger,” she replies. “He’s the hot guy with the scar who comes in here often. He’s a mafia boss, apparently. Super hot, but very powerful. The bossman gave him his pick of any girl he wanted and he picked you.” 

You do your best to hide your smirk. You knew you had him. “Me?” you ask breathlessly. “Why me?” Yuki shrugs, just as clueless. “Don’t know, but I was sent out to fetch you. He’s willin’ to pay double the amount of a regular lapdance, but he didn’t say if he wanted it topless, naked or not.” She gives you a worried look, furrowing her blonde brows. “You sure you up for it, hon?” she asks. “I know you’ve taken high rollers before, but he ain’t even a high roller! He’s beyond that!” 

To sell it even more, you bite your lip, acting nervous but intrigued. “I can do it,” you reply. “Just hold my hand when you walk me in there.” Yuki obliges and squeezes your hand as you begin to walk toward the guards, heels clicking across the floor. 

“Target is in sight,” you whisper into your earpiece, turning away from Yuki and putting your mouth in your arm to muffle your voice. “I’m walkin’ to the backrooms now where he’s located.” 

“Excellent, V!” your boss says. “Just do it as we discussed. Don’t falter, don’t yield, and don’t lose focus.” The three rules of being a spy. You never forgot them. Finally, you come to the guards and Yuki smiles up at them. “I’m here with Peaches,” Yuki announces. “The girl Mr. Fushigiro asked for.” 

You plaster a bright, charming smile on your face. It must work because the guards budge and step out of the way for you. One of them opens the door for you and Yuki, holding it. “Step in,” he orders. You thank him and scurry inside the dimly lit room with an included mini-bar, a single stripper pole, and leather lounging couches. Toji currently sits in one of them, legs spread and eyes hooded as he puffs on a blunt and sips on his drink. 

His green eyes pierce into your very soul when he eyes you in the doorway. “Here she is, sir,” Yuki says. “Just as you requested. And she’s just as pretty as I told you she is.” She moves your hair out of your face, exposing your pretty false flashes, Fenty Beauty gloss, and accentuated features to the boss. 

Toji hums, liking what he sees. “Yes, she is,” he agrees. “Tell your boss thanks. He can expect some good business out of me once the night is through.” Yuki nods and gives your arm a squeeze. “Good luck,” she whispers before heading off. The doors close and you are left alone with your hit. 

Neither one of you moves toward the other, staying posted to your spots. Toji takes a puff on his blunt and lights taps it above the ashtray next to him. “Y’know, you’re mighty pretty up close,” he purrs. “I’ve been wonderin’ what you’d look like up close instead of across the room.” 

You finally look at him, noticing how big he is even sitting down. “So you’ve been watchin’ me tonight?” you ask. He nods, his eyes trailing down your form. “I knew I hadn’t seen ya before,” he continues. “I come here often and I would’ve remembered seein’ a face and a rack like that.” 

You scoff, rolling your eyes. “Charmer, aren’t you?” you sarcastically question. 

He smirks at your wittiness. He likes that bite in a woman. “When I wanna be, but you’ll have to forgive me; the liquor makes me bolder than I already am.” His tongue jets out to lick his lips. “But you’ve gotta give a guy credit for bein’ honest and that lil’ outfit don’t leave much to the imagination.” 

You go to wrap your arms around yourself but then stop. You need to sell this and if you’re forced to stand here in a mini dress that barely covers your ass or titties with heels that could crush a bitch in front of your hit who also happens with me enticingly sexy, then so be it. Toji’s gaze softens somewhat, noticing your discomfort. “You are very beautiful, Peaches,” he genuinely says. “Is it okay if I use your name?” 

“Thank you, Mr. Fushigiro,” you softly reply. “And no, it’s fine. It’s what I’m known as around here anyway. I started here five weeks ago.” He nods, sipping on his whiskey. “Call me Toji.” 

“Toji,” you parrot, slowly striding towards the pole in the middle of the room, an overhead speaker playing soft R&B overhead. “You’re quite the man. The entire club seems to be in a frenzy over you.” 

His smirk widens, proud and cocky. “They always are,” he chuckles. “Don’t know why. This place gets plenty of people bigger than me all the time, especially international celebs. I heard Drake was here not too long ago.” You give a dry “mm-hmm” as you grasp the pole. Toji takes that answer another way. “What, you don’t like Drake?” he snorts. 

“He’s okay,” you reply, short and impatient. “So what are you here for? To talk or to watch me dance?” You wrap a hand around the pole and pop your hip out, waiting for him to give you an order. 

“Depends.” He sits up, leaning forward to get a better look at you. “What are you willin’ to do tonight for me? ‘Cause we can just sit here and talk. I wouldn’t mind hearin’ that pretty voice all night.” His green eyes gleam with mirth and a small hint of lust.

“Definitely a charmer,” you chuckle. “That’s fine if you’re willin’ to pay, though we don’t have a rate for conversation.” 

He laughs at this, the sound deep and raspy yet pleasant to the ear. He takes another puff on his blunt before he lowers it down onto the ashtray. “Then let’s cut to the chase,” he sniggers. “It’s $500 for a 10-minute dance, right? I want 20 minutes, so that would make…”

He begins to count on his fingers but then stops. “A lot,” he chuckles. “I’ll probably ask for you to strip though. Are you okay with that, Peaches?” 

You feel something flip inside of you at the mention of all of that money and how passive he is about it. Any girl working here would do whatever he wanted for 20 minutes! “I’m a stripper,” you reply passively. “What else am I gonna do?” 

Toji tsks, grimacing at you. “Damn, what kinda attitude is that?” he laughs. “A beauty like you should be more adamant about showin’ off her body. Can I offer you a drink to get you in the mood?” He nods at the mini bar overflowing with bottles of tequila, vodka, and liquor.

“I don’t drink on the job,” you reply. “Music helps.” You suddenly hear a buzz in your ear and then your boss’ gruff voice: “Give me the rundown, V,” he demands. 

You want another drink?” you ask. You nod at Toji’s empty glass and he agrees, so you walk over to the bar. To him, you’re seemingly looking for a bottle of whiskey, bent down to look through the racks. “With the target now,” you whisper. “Just waiting for the right time to attack. Give me a second.” 

Once the line goes dead, you walk back over to Toji and pour him a bottle. As you bend down, you give him an ample view of your titties much to his enjoyment. As you do, you slip the gun out of your dress and place it under the couch where only you can find it. Once done, you leave the bottle with him, and step back, hands on your hips. He sits back against the couch, preparing for the show. “Whenever you’re ready, darlin’,” he purrs, his eyes filled with obvious lust and attraction. 

With a slow song playing above and the lights dipping into an almost ominous red shade, you begin to move to the beat. You roll your hips, swaying them side to side and front to back, almost as if you’re grinding on Toji despite him being several feet away from you. You let the music take control of you as you grasp the pole and begin to grind against it, dipping low to wind your ass in his face. 

You do a few tricks on the pole for him–jumping and spinning around it, your thighs wrapped tight around the metal pole; squatting and lifting up your dress to bounce your ass, etc.–before you turn to look at him over your shoulder, flipping your hair. Toji’s eyes are hooded and lustful, all from the weed, the whiskey, and the effect you’re having on him. Despite the situation, it feels good to have an attractive man ogle at your plump frame. 

“Take off the dress,” he demands, a slight growl in his voice. You don’t turn to face him, instead still facing the wall as you carefully unzip the back of your dress. The thin piece of clothing falls off of your body, revealing all of your rolls, curves, and the matching glittery bra and thong set. 

“Shit!” Toji hisses, ogling at your asscheeks in your glittery thong. “Your back don’t hurt carryin’ that around?” 

You finally turn around and find him leaning forward, his hands clenching his thighs. “You don’t look like you’re ready,” you giggle, winding your hips and toying with your titties in their cups. “Did you talk too much big game, Toji?”

The boss looks like he can’t even speak, his scarred lips parted as he stares you down. “Goddamn,” he hisses. “How some horny fuck didn’t propose to you and steal you out of here yet is beyond me.” 

You give a light, tittering laugh, smiling down at him. “Well, if someone did that, I wouldn’t be here with you.” He looks happy with that response. You then twist around and bend over for him, giving him a full view of your full, round, perfect ass. “Can you handle it, baby?” you purr. “Can you handle me?” 

You quickly pop up and turn around, finding him shifting in his seat and gritting his jaw. “I should be askin’ you that,” he growls. “Come the fuck here.” Deciding not to tease him any longer, you strut over to him, feeling sexy and irresistible. It’s strange that the same man you were sent to kill is doing this to you. 

His eyes have grown several shades darker, reminding you of the deepest, darkest parts of a jungle. “Dance for me,” he demands. “Not on the pole; on me.” He opens his legs wider for you and pats his lap, his bottom lip caught between his teeth. Though clients often get handsy when dancers give them lapdances here, you decide that it’s best to do as he says. 

Plus, you’d be lying if you said that you aren’t curious to feel him for yourself. So you place your hands on his thick, muscular highs and begin to roll your body before squatting down, popping up between his legs. You reach up to drag your palms and long nails down his chest, feeling up his abs and toned stomach. He allows it, staring down at you with a look that would make a nun blush. 

You then stand up between his legs before turning around and lowering yourself down into his lap. “Shit,” he whispers, watching the way you work your ass along his lap and the jean-clad bulge that has begun to make an appearance. You twerk and bounce on top of him before he takes a drag of his blunt, blowing the air away from you. “You ever shotgun before?” he asks, his lips close to your ear now. 

Your body grows hot from him being so close, the attraction ironically magnetic. Slowly, you shake your head and Toji chuckles, adoring your mix of cute and sexy. “C’mere.” You lean back and tilt your head up while he takes another puff of his blunt. He holds the marijuana smoke before puckering his lips up and leaning down as if to kiss you. Slowly, the smoke travels from his lips to yours in an indirect kiss that leaves you breathless and your head dizzy. 

You can’t deny it: you’re wet. Your pussy has never been this wet for any man before…and he’s the enemy! Toji seems to feel it too judging by the hard-on you can feel pressing into your thigh. You shift onto his knee and begin grinding your ass back, doing your best to not grind your pussy against his thigh. 

“So you got a name other than that stripper shit?” he randomly asks you. You are immediately taken out of your lustful haze, remembering why you’re here. “I don’t remember us talkin’ about personal shit,” you dryly reply. “I don’t give my real name out to men I don’t know.” 

Then, for the first time tonight, Toji touches you. His big hand lowers onto your thigh and squeezes. You don’t try to move it but you are alarmed. “Oh, but you do know me, darlin’,” he replies, digging his fingers into your flesh. “And I know you, V.” 

At the mention of your real name, you freeze. The world freezes with you, everything seeming to cease their existence including the music that continues to play overhead. But you don’t hear it. All you can hear is your own blood pumping loudly in your eardrums. Toji releases you and you quickly jump off of him, turning toward him. 

He just sits there staring at you, a humorous smirk playing on his lips. The smile is no longer attractive to you anymore. Suddenly, you feel disoriented. You feel like you may vomit or drop to the floor in your heels. Your earpiece buzzes to life again in your ear. “V!” your boss calls. “We just got the audio working again. What’s happening?” He sounds panicked, just as much as you are. 

Toji bares his pearly whites at you as he calmly reaches for his whiskey. “Ah, now them wheels are turnin’ in that pretty little head,” he chuckles. “You know, you dance almost as good as you lie. I can see why you were put here to go undercover.” He takes a sip and licks the remnants away from his top lip, still staring you down. 

“Ain’t that right?” he asks and it feels like a snake has just silvered up your back and sunk its teeth in you, paralyzing you. 

“Y/N, he knows!” your boss hisses. “Stand down! Don’t do anything stupid!” He continues to yell and scream at you about aborting the mission and telling you that someone will be there soon, but you can’t quite hear him. It’s like you’re underwater and he’s standing above ground, his voice muffled and murky. 

For a few seconds that seem like a lifetime, you and Toji stare each other down, waiting for the other to make the first move. Your body kicks into fight or flight, the freeze stage having already been awakened. Inisctively, you shift into fight mode. Quickly, you take the bottle of whiskey and bring it down towards Toji’s head, but he catches your wrist like it’s nothing. 

You grunt, wincing at the pain of his grip. “Oh, you wanna play, huh?” he cackles. “Goin’ against your boss’ little rules just to take me out? How cute.”

With a wail of effort, you swing your other hand at his head but he catches that too. Counting on this, you bring your leg up and kick him hard in the groin. He immediately releases you and lurches forward, holding his junk, giving you a chance to grab your gun from under the couch.

“Don’t move,” you growl, cocking the gun at him. “You move and I’ll shoot.” 

Toji, red in the face and panting, glares up at you. “Please,” he scoffs. “You act like you’re the first bitch that’s put a gun to my head.” Before you can blink, he is swinging the bottle at you. You duck which is a mistake because Toji uses that opening to tackle you to the ground. You struggle and growl, turning into an animal as he wrestles with you for your gun. 

He ends up winning, flipping you over and pinning you down to the floor with his body. “Get off!” you scream, still wriggling around. “Get off me!” Click. The barrel of your gun presses to your temple. “If you don’t shut up, I’ll make you regret it,” he growls. 

His fingers move your hair back away from your ear and pry the earpiece out of your ear. He snarls at it as if it’s nothing but a bug. “God, they made these things so much smaller now.” He stands up, keeping the gun on you, and stomps on the earpiece, breaking it. “Whoops!” he mockingly says. “They should still be able to find ya though. I don’t plan on movin’ ya to another location…if you don’t piss me off.” 

The gun clicks again. “Turn around slowly,” he demands. Despite your reluctance to do so, you slowly turn around and face him, lying on your back with your own shit pointed at you as Toji stands above you. “How did you know?” you whisper. 

He smirks, appearing like the Devil in your eyes. “It wasn’t hard, darlin’,” he chuckles. “Dancers don’t eye me up the way you were. You looked like you were out for blood, not dollars. Not to mention the gun I saw at your hip.” You flush, cursing yourself. You should’ve been smarter. Of course, he would know. He spends his days having people hunt him down. 

His smirk fades, his expression darkening. “Who sent you?” he demands. “And don’t lie. You don’t wanna know what I do with liars.” The gun cocks, his finger trained on the trigger. You glare at him, hating his guts even more than you had before you met him. So you weakly confess. He guffaws, shaking his head in disbelief. “Damn, those guys? They’ve been after me for years!” 

“You’re a criminal,” you hiss despite the gun in your face. “You only got this far because of you dippin’ your hands in crime and gettin’ blood on your fists. I’m here to stop you.”

Toji’s brows raise in shock though he’s intrigued by your stubbornness. He squats down in front of you, still pointing the gun at your head. “And how are you gonna do that, huh, little girl?” he asks. 

Not even thinking, you hollow your lips and wallop a glob of spit in Toji’s handsome face before quickly turning over and scrambling to the door. However, Toji is just as fast and has his big, tatted arms wrapped around you, squeezing you tight. You can’t elbow him anywhere because your arms are stuck in his, leaving you to kick and wriggle.

“Oooh, I love a feisty bitch,” he chuckles. “Makes it a lot more fun to break ‘em.” 

He begins to walk with you over to a nearby wall and slams you against it, knocking the air out of your lungs. You find yourself pressed against the wall and him who is equally as hard and unmoving as the solid wall against your front.

He shoves the side of your face into the wall while he pins your arms behind your back, causing your muscles to explode with pain at being stretched back too far. “Get off!” you cry. “O-Ow, that hurts!” 

Toji tugs on your arms again, emitting a weak whine of pain from you. “That’s what you get for fuckin’ with me,” he growls. “Now what should I do with you? Kill you? Leave your agency to find you here?” The gun once again presses against your temple, cold and unrelenting. 

You squeeze your eyes shut, tears pushing back the ducks. You can’t beat this. You can’t fight this. “Do it,” you sob. “Just do it!” You go limp against him, waiting to feel that bullet penetrating your skull and for the void to come to collect you…but instead, Toji takes the gun away from you, leaving an indent on your temple. “No,” he says. “I’ve got a better idea.” 

You open your eyes, confused but also scared. What else is he planning to do with you? Before you can answer, you hear the undeniable sounds of his zipper coming down and the clinking of his metal belt buckle. Your body instant seizes, fear flooding your insides.

“I’m gonna make sure you remember tonight and what happens when you fuck with a guy like me. Tonight, babydoll, you’re mine. You don’t have a choice. You’re mine and I’m gonna show you what that means.” 

With his belt finally in his hands, he trains the gun on you. “Put your hands against the wall and stick that ass out,” he demands, his voice void of all emotion. “Do it now.” Outnumbered and out of tricks, you do as he says, trembling as you do so. 

“Bad girls like you need to be punished,” he says before the belt comes down hard onto your right asscheek. WHACK! The sharp sound of the leather hitting the soft, jiggly flesh of your ass penetrates the air. It feels like fire has licked your skin and your knees buckle at the pain. “Ow!” you cry out. 

Toji cackles at your agony, finding enjoyment and cuteness in it. “What, that hurt?” he laughs. “You don’t like the pain? I’m sure a girl like you has taken plenty of worse things before.” He raises his arm and whips the same cheek twice.

WHACK! WHACK! You flinch at each sharp hit, each one becoming more painful than the last. “Hurts, don’t it?” he snickers. “Don’t you regret pullin’ that shit with me now, babydoll, hm?” 

He then proceeds to whip your left cheek, not allowing you any time to recover or breathe. 

WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! You bite your lip so hard that you nearly draw blood, the burning of your backside too much to bear. “S-Stop!” you whine. “Please stop!” 

Toji’s big hands wrap around your mouth, covering it. “Don’t speak,” he whispers into your ear, his breath the scent of whiskey and mint. “You don’t get to speak. Just take it.” You have no choice but to do so as he wails on your ass again and again, the leather cracking like fire against your jiggly ass. “God, that recoil,” he groans. “I’m gonna enjoy my time with you, baby doll.” 

You don’t answer, too busy holding back tears that have begun to push at your eye sockets. Toji finally stops and tosses his head back to laugh. “Are you cryin’?” he laughs in disbelief. “Damn, and all from some spankings? And here I thought you were this tough bitch.” 

You burn with resentment and humiliation, but all of that is pushed aside when he forces you to stand up straight and tugs your arms behind your back. You begin to panic but don’t say anything as he tightens his belt around your wrists and locks the belt buckle around them. “Turn around,” he finally says. 

Despite your tiny sobs, you do so and face him. His eyes are hooded and dark with obvious lust for you. He uses one big hand to force you onto your knees, right in front of his open fly and hard cock that you can see pressing against his designer briefs. “I’ll give you somethin’ to cry about,” he growls. He points the gun at your face, specifically at your lips. “Open your mouth and suck on it.” 

His expression, dark and chilling you to the bone, makes you feel as if you don’t have a choice..and not the loaded gun pressing to your lips. Swallowing hard, you shakily open your mouth and he slides the pistol in. The metal feels cold and hard in your mouth, making you cringe. “That’s it,” Toji chuckles. “Take that shit, baby. C’mon, don’t you wanna please me?” 

Slowly, you begin to suck, hollowing your lips out against the gun. Though you tremble and shake, you squeeze your eyes shut and try to imagine the gun as a hard, warm, throbbing cock instead. Toji moans as if you’re sucking on him, watching your tongue swirl along the barrel and your head bob. 

“Fuck, baby doll,” he groans. “You’ve got such a mouth on ya.” He slides it in further, the metal scraping against your teeth, until he reaches your throat. You gag and try to pull away, but Toji grips the back of your head.

“Uh-uh, mama,” he snickers. “You don’t get to get outta this. C’mon, just open your throat and breathe through your nose. You can do it.” He continues to push and pull, the gun sliding in and out of your mouth, while you struggle to breathe. You can feel sweat pool under your pits and between your cleavage all from your fear. Toji’s finger isn’t on the trigger anymore, but it doesn’t matter. He could change that in a second. 

So you suck and you slurp and you bob your head up and down like a good little slut, staring him into his eyes while spit drips from your lips. Finally satisfied, Toji pulls the gun out of your lips now coated in your saliva. “You fuckin’ slut,” he pants. “Now I need to try ya out for myself.” 

He pockets the gun and, with one hand, pulls down his briefs. His big, long, throbbing, veiny, perfect-looking dick springs to life. It damn near hits you in the face, making you gasp. “Sorry, mama,” he chuckles. “He just likes you.”

He wraps a hand around his 12-inch dick, pumping it lewdly in your face. “So you finna stare at it or suck it?” he deadpans, but he doesn’t wait for you to answer or recover. 

“W-Wait,” you stammer.

That’s all you get to say before his cock is pushing between your lips and into your mouth. He releases a moan when he first slides into your mouth, his eyes fluttering shut at the feeling of your wet mouth, soft lips, and tongue wrapping around him. Meanwhile, you’re struggling to take him. His girthy dick stretches out your jaw and your throat as he pushes himself in deep. 

“C’mon, babydoll,” he chuckles. “That can’t be all you can take of me.” He continues to push, filling your tongue and nostrils with the scent and taste of him. The walls of your throat have no choice but to accommodate his size though it burns and you gag as he begins to slowly yet roughly thrust into your mouth. “Maybe this will help ya out,” he says. Suddenly, he retrieves a pocket knife from his pocket and flicks it open. 

Fear flares into your stomach, making you want to jump away, but his large hand keeps you locked down on his cock. He presses the knife to your throat, chuckling as he does. “Careful now,” he warns. “You lean too close and that pretty neck might get sliced. I just wanna encourage you to do a good job.” He grips your hair and wrenches it up to look at him. “And you will do a good job for me, won’t you?” he asks. 

His tone makes it so you can’t refuse, so you say yes and allow him to force your head back down onto his cock before pulling it back. He does that for a while––pushing and pulling your head down onto his dick like you’re his toy while he uses your sloppy, wet mouth like it’s a fleshlight. “Fuck!” he shouts to the ceiling. “This fuckin’ mouth is heaven, baby. I hope your pussy is just as tight as your tight ass throat.” 

You gargle and mumble on his cock, causing pleasurable vibrations to travel throughout his body and his heavy balls that drip with your saliva. He continues to fuck your face and ruin your makeup, marveling at how beautiful you look choking on his cock. “Look at you, you little slut,” he dreamily sighs. “Makeup all fucked up. Hair ruined. You’re just a little mess for me, aren’t ya?” 

He slides his cock out of your throat and you take a grateful gulp of air, strands of your hair stuck to your wet lips and chin. He takes the knife and slides it along your chin, smirking down at you. “Now it’s my turn to taste you,” he murmurs. Before you can protest, he is picking you up, tossing you over his shoulder, and placing you on your stomach with your arms still tied behind you. 

“Please!” you sob, beginning to cry again. Toji straddles your ass, one hand massaging the globes of fat in your thong while the other holds his knife. “Please what, baby?” he mockingly coos. “I ain’t even touch you yet.” You then feel the cool metal of the knife dragging up your spine, sending shivers down your spine. “Time to get your sexy ass out of these fuckin’ clothes,” he growls. 

You flinch when you feel the knife drag up to your left shoulder where it cuts the bra strap. He does the same to your left one before positioning you onto your knees with your wrists slung over the couch arm. Your tits are now exposed, hanging like ripe, juicy fruit beneath you. Then off comes your thong with two swipes of the knife cutting through the thin straps. You sob helplessly as the cool air touches your sodden, wet pussy. 

“Damn, baby!” Toji cackles. “Are you wet from all this? You naughty little girl.” His middle and forefingers gently probe your entrance and slide up and down your slit, dragging unwanted moans out of you. “I’m gonna have some fun with you,” he chuckles. “Make sure you never forget about me.” 

He then bends you over the couch and proceeds to put his hot, wet, experienced mouth on your pussy while the knife stays pressed against your thigh. You whine at the feeling of his soft lips and tongue swirling along your clit and every sensitive part of you, opening your pussy up to more of him. He drowns in your pussy, pushing his face into it as far as he can and letting his tongue do all of the talking. 

You can’t stop the moans and gasps that escape you. The pleasure is just too much and too good! What a shame that a man who is so good at eating kitty is the same man you were sent here to kill. “Toji,” you moan, using his name for the first time ever. “Please…please!” 

Toji’s one hand massages and smacks your ass, becoming aoslutely obessed with it. “What do you need, babydoll?” he coos against your clit. “You need somethin’?” You nod helplessly though you have no clue what you need at this point. “Tell me you’re mine then,” he growls. “Say it and fuckin’ mean it. Say you’re my good little slut.” 

You keep your lips clamped tight, not wanting to swallow your pride or give up that tiny part of you that hates him still. SPANK! Your ass stings from his assault on your ass, his hand no doubt leaving a handprint. “Say it!” he bellows. 

At the blinding pain, pleasure, and delirium, you break. “I’m yours!” you sob. “I’m your good girl! Your good little slut! I’m everything you want me to be!”

Toji, pleased, presses soothing kisses to your burning asscheek. “Good girl,” he praises. “See how easy that was? Now you get your reward.” Suddenly, you feel his thick cock smack against your pussy once, twice, three times and then he is sliding home inside of you. 

Your mouth goes slack and your eyes grow wide as he begins to rocks his hips into, allowing you to get used to him. He is big. You can feel him stretching out every part of your cunt as he sinks deeper into your velvety, wet walls. “Fuck,” he sighs, one hand clutching your hip. “Not bad, babydoll. Your pussy is definitely the best one I’ve fucked…so far.” 

He begins to fuck you harder, faster, railing you as if this will be his last time doing so. Your moans and huffs of breath become louder and more intense the harder and deeper his cock plunges inside of you. “W-Wait!” you gasp. “Slow down! I can’t…can’t!”

Toji chuckles, watching your ass bounce against his pelvis as he fucks you. “Sorry, honey,” he says, not sounding sorry at all. “I couldn’t help it. You just sound so cute.” 

Your thighs clench and your body writhes as he rails you, unable to take this deep dicking into the couch. You try to move away but the knife suddenly sliding against your throat stops you. “Uh-uh, babydoll,” he growls. “Don’t run from me. I wouldn’t try it if I were you.” He then pops his knee up, his foot up on the couch, and reaches a part inside of you that makes you feel unimaginable pleasure. 

“Just take me like a good girl, okay?” he whispers. “You can do that for me if you wanna live.” You don’t have a choice in the matter, mostly because of the hold he has on your arms, pulling you back as drives himself forward again and again. The sound of your moans, his grunts, and the lewd plap, plap, plap as his balls swing against your overly-sensitive clit and his hips slam into your ass fill the air, drowned out by the music playing outside. 

“Who would’ve thought,” Toji pants into your ear. “C.O.D.E.’s good little spy gettin’ her brains fucked out on a mission, huh? I bet they’d love to see this.” His free hand releases your arms and yanks on a handful of your hair. “I bet they’d love to see you full of me,” he growls. “Full of this dick and my cum.”

He presses the knife deeper into your throat, just enough for you to feel the sharp, jagged edge of the blade. “You wanna cum for me, baby?” he asks. “You gonna be a good slut and take all my cum too?” 

“Please!” you whimper, losing your mind and all of your pride. “Please just make me cum! I’ll do whatever you want, Toji!” He takes the knife from your throat and replaces it with his hand, choking you as he fucks you stupid. “Then do it,” he demands. “Fuckin’ cum on this cock while I fill you up. Cum with me now!” 

“Ah, ah, fuck, I-I’m gonna cum!” you deliriously sob as he continues to pound into you. “I’m gonna…gonna–!”

You don’t get a chance to finish because your pussy has finally reached its limit and explodes all over him, your walls squeezing around him and your clit shuddering. You reaching your peak triggers Toji and he grips your throat and ass as he comes to a still, his entire body tensing. “Fuck!” he bellows, cumming deep, deep, deep inside of you. 

You gasp as you feel a rush of warm liquid flood into your pussy while you gush all over his cock, dripping down his balls. He fills you to the brim, giving you so much that it has no choice but to trickle down your thighs. He doesn’t immediately pull out though––he continues to fuck you, albeit slowly and sloppily, before giving your tit one feeble squeeze and finally pulling out of you. 

You weakly moan at the feeling of being empty yet used, your pussy twitching and aching. “Mmm, now look at that,” he sighs dreamily, staring at your cum-soaked cunt. “Now that’s a properly fucked pussy if I do say so myself.” He takes a handful of your chin, squeezing your cheeks together, and presses a kiss to your forehead. “Not bad, babydoll.” 

You don’t respond, too weak and too tired to do so. You’re too tired to even feel any amount of disgust for him and shame in yourself for failing the mission and enjoying the sex. “Let’s get this off of you,” Toji says, his hands unbuckling the belt from your wrists. “I’m gon’ need it for myself, anyway.” He releases your wrists and lets you lay on the couch, panting and coated in sweat. 

Your makeup and hair are ruined. Your underwear is in tatters. You feel used and fucked-out. You can only stare at Toji as he quickly gets dressed and straightens out his clothes, his cock still covered in you. “I’m sorry, baby, but I’ve gotta go before your people get here.” He gives you an apologetic smile. “But gimme a call since I’m sure you can find that out. Maybe we can do this again.” 

He then moves to the extra bathroom behind the couch and retrieves a robe which he covers you with. “See?” he chuckles. “I ain’t that big of an asshole.” He presses a kiss to your lips before bending down to pick up your thong. “Thanks for this,” he says, dangling it in front of you. “And the dance. I’ll cherish both forever.” 

You don’t say anything, even as you watch him leave, taking your thong and your dignity with you.

Then you are alone. At some point, you find the strength to stand up and wobble to the bathroom where you take a hot shower, washing the scent of sex and cum off of you. When you return, dressed in your robe, the door busts in, and your boss and fellow spies enter the room, guns drawn and masks on their faces. 

“V!” your boss shouts, instantly dropping his weapon and running to you. His eyes widen at your state, looking for any bruises or scars. There are none…that are physical, anyway. “V, what happened?” he asks. 

And as the events of tonight come flooding back to you at full speed, you muster up the most believable lie you can, clutching your robe closed: 

“He overpowered me.” 

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hi! i love your writing sm so i wanted to ask you if you could do a short fic about leon’s first day at the rpd and reader is a detective or someone who works at the rpd and they become friends or something else <3

just the thought of leon being silly and shy about the little party they made just for him to say “welcome” makes my heart skip a beat……..

anyways have a good day! <33

so high school

—leon joins the police department and you just know that he’s going to be everything to you, a blurb

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an: i hope this is what you had in mind <33 i left it open ended at the ending for your guys imagination. thank you guys again for 900, i love you all. sorry it’s taking me so long to get out all my requests. they’re open again in my bio. pls reblog, comment and interact to support your writers.

the first thing you thought of when you saw leon was how he was too cute to be a cop. that was your first thought, your second was how is this man single.

you didn’t know he was single at first, but for his entry papers, it didn’t say anything about a spouse or an emergency contact girlfriend. which made you very, very happy.

he was a sweetheart, he left a lasting impression on you and you didn’t know how to handle it. helping you carry files to the file room and taking desk duty in stride.

he was humble, sweet and outgoing.

you didn’t really see any faults in him, not at all. most guys you did date in the past, you could see the red flags from a mile away. like a big ugly tattoo on their forehead that just said: STAY AWAY! IM TERRIBLE!

but with leon, it wasn’t like that.

he didn’t ever say anything negative about anyone, he didn’t mention hating being on desk duty. he just simply lived and did his job, same as you. it made you feel lighter being around him. especially getting to know him, getting an idea of him.

you liked him a lot.

you realized that when you agreed to host his welcome party two weeks after he had been hired, most entry coordinators didn’t want too. but you practically jumped at the opportunity to give him his dream welcome party into the unit.

you planned it all out, you went a little overboard. which wasn’t always a bad thing but in this case…it was extreme.

you never did this for any of the other rookies welcome parties you helped organized, you never went this far. blue and yellow balloons, a large chocolate cake, a big banner that you custom designed. all made for leon and based on his tastes over the last two weeks you’d known him.

but when he arrives, a surprise, he sees all the effort. he sees all the decorations and he sees you. he never had felt so welcome in his entire life.

his mom never even put this much effort into his birthday party’s when he was a kid. so his surprise wasn’t fake, it was real and it was written all over his face as he scanned his room of coworkers leading all the way to you.

you, you were so welcoming. so goddamn magnificent that it made his head spin, you got him everything he wanted right down to a T. all the decorations, the cake…the banner.

it was everything.

you were everything, he’d had a crush on you the first day he started. the first day he saw you and you swiped him up into your world. he felt like he was on a different planet half the time when he was with you.

he had to tell you, he owed it to you.

after all, you did throw him an amazing welcome party.

he made his way to you half-way through the party. you were just so gorgeous and he liked you so much, god. you were so…he couldn’t even put words to it.

if he had to pick a dream girl, it would be you.

and he didn’t even realize he had those standards until you came into his life, making it turn from a dull throbbing gray to a beautiful multicolored world. one that used to be so drab for him but now…

now it gave him purpose.

and if you rejected him, at least he got to say he tried. got to say that he attempted to reach your heart, your mind…just you.

he might look like an idiot if you said no, but at least he was attempting. he was trying to make that attempt to confess and not be a coward in front of people like he usually was.

“you did this all for me? i knew you were up to something.” he says with a small smirk on his face when he approaches you. his blue eyes scanning you with nothing but appreciation. something that made butterflies flutter in your belly.

you shrugged innocently, your face heating up into flames. “i just wanted to give you a good welcome. you deserved it, especially when you got saddled with desk duty.” you crack a smile up at him, your eyes never leaving his.

“i don’t mind desk duty. my view is pretty great.” he says with a subtle teasing smirk as he looks down at you, you knew that his desk was a few over from his and he could look directly at you. you bite on your bottom lip and your cheeks flush a deeper scarlet.

you look up at him, “i’m glad you like it,” you gesture to the party around you. all your coworkers talking and the decorations. “i worked hard…i just wanted you to feel welcome.”

he smiles widely, dimples and all. “it worked, i feel welcome. you’ve made me feel welcome.” he feels himself admitting as his blue sparkling eyes rove over you.

you feel your body become hot beneath your pencil skirt and blouse, “uhm, i-i yeah, well…” you try to say but fail miserably, gnawing on your bottom lip.

“anyways,” he saved you with a small smile, tilting his head down to look into your eyes. “i was thinking that maybe we could…uhm, go out sometime?” he managed to get out. he felt like it was hot in here, like his uniform was strangling him.

your heart was beating out of your chest, you blinked up at him. you almost felt like you could pinch yourself because this couldn’t be real. he couldn’t be asking her out, he couldn’t like you like you liked him.

“uhm, me…me? you mean me right?” you swallow, your mouth suddenly dry despite the punch you were holding in your hand. he smiles beautifully at you, showcasing his cute cheeks and his straight teeth, “yeah, i was talking to you. unless you see any other beautiful office managers around here?” he says with a small scan of his blue eyes over your frame.

you felt like you were about to melt into a puddle on the floor. his words and his eyes, dear god.

you straighten your spine, “i’d…i’d love too.” you manage to get out with a small gnaw on her bottom lip to hold back the smile threatening to beam on her face.

he feels relief flood over him, the amount of it was overwhelming. you had no idea how much he needed to hear those words from your lips. to hear you say that you wanted to go out with him.

“that’s-thats cool, yeah. i’m…i’ve been wanting to ask you that for a while.” he admits with a small quirk of his lips, feeling the nerves frazzle out of his body and short circuit his brain.

you can’t help the smile and blush that coats your cheeks, to feel the liking that was reciprocated by him. even after throwing him this party, it was still nice to know where you stood with him.

but you knew now.

“me too.” you blush as you keep your eyes on him, the party continued around them but they stayed deep in their conversation. like it would pain either of them to tear the attention away from each-other for five seconds.

“i’ve wanted…to ask you out, but ive been too nervous. i didn’t know how you would react.” you say softly as you sip on your drink, trying to find something else to focus on besides the red on your cheeks and the thrumming of your heart.

he smiles gently, “your too pretty to be nervous. but i would’ve said yes.” he says with a small wink in her direction, he had no idea where this confidence was coming from but he was glad he found it in this moment.

you look down at your punch in your hands, trying to will your heart to relax for five seconds. you were going to go out on a date with him. you were talking to him. he liked his welcome party…he was flirting with you.

it was safe to say you had him.

and he had you.

“i can’t wait for our date.” you say softly, looking up in his direction. your eyes gleaming a little as you stared at him, with something bordering on fascination and excitement.

he grins sheepishly and looks down at you, taking a small step closer. “me either. your gonna look so beautiful. your always beautiful but…i bet you look even better out of work clothes.” he says with a small gesture of his blue eyes up and down your frame.

you tuck some of your hair behind your ear, “thank you.” you breathe out some air, trying to calm the nerves and the erratic beating out of your chest at his compliment, his eyes. just everything about him.

it made you feel like you were a giddy high schooler with a crush. like you were back in school and you were talking to a guy you were so enamored with, it just made sense with leon. you were so comfortable around him but your feelings made you feel like a frazzled teenager.

like you were back where you once were, it was exciting.

you knew he was the one, even if you hadn’t had the first date yet. you just had a gut feeling.

and your gut was always right.

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ˋ°•-⁀➷ Tattoo Artist! Eren Headcanons♡

THIS HAS BEEN ON MY MIND FOR SO LONGGGGG. I wasn't planning to add smut but the things somehow turned out like that hehe

Content warning. fem reader, mention of needles, short smut at the end, praising, watercolor tattoos are beautiful but Eren hates them, I'm sorry.

wc. 1,026.

♡ Tattoo Artist! Eren started doing it as a hobby just to do something in his free time during his freshman year but ended up loving it and being his principal source of money currently.

● When Tattoo Artist! Eren was still learning, he asked Mikasa and Armin if they'd let him tattoo them for practice. Armin instantly said no because he would have to stop attending swimming classes for a month and Mikasa said that she'd only say yes if he let her tattoo his neck in exchange. From that moment, Eren looked for more friends that would say yes and never asked them again for his own safety.

♡ Tattoo Artist! Eren's first person to tattoo was Reiner, he was all excited to get tattooed by his friend and even offered to let him keep tattooing him in the future. Even if Eren hid it, he was actually so moved that his friend trusted in him that much.

●Tattoo Artist! Eren social media is 100% tattoo. You want to know his face? Make an appointment for a tattoo though his IG and meet him in real life because he doesn't have any other social media.

♡ Tattoo Artist! Eren loves to do black work but hates the watercolor style. Ironically, because he thinks that is too off.

●Tattoo Artist! Eren is not a fuckboy but has a… very active sexual life. There's even a small box of condoms in a drawer on his station, just in case.

♡ Tattoo Artist! Eren is not full body tattooed but at least his right arm is fully covered with tattoos. There's some on his left hand and forearm, chest and a small "C" because of his mother's name behind his ear. Carla supports his passion for his job but sighs every time he comes to visit her with more ink on his body; still, she excuses that one just because she loves him and is so proud.

●Tattoo Artist! Eren loves his friends, even if they are a pain the ass as coworkers. He owns a small studio with Jean, Connie and Sasha, that damn trio… Also! They decided to call the studio Squad 104 just because that was the class number where they and their other friends met at uni. Even though it was too cheesy, Eren agreed it with a smile.

♡ Even though, Tattoo Artist! Eren hates Jean's lack of organization, causing him or the others to have to take the clients that he frequently schedules on the same day as others. He sighs when Jean knocks at his door, asking him to take a client tomorrow because he already had plans at that time.

● His jaw drops once you cross the principal door of the studio the next day asking for Yeager Ink. Tattoo Artist! Eren is not a believer, but he's starting to think that he got blessed by taking that medium flower design. The best part? Is not a damn watercolor tattoo.

♡ Ass man? Tits man? Fuck, no. Tattoo Artist! Eren turns into a loyal thighs man the second you lie on his massage bed to the side and lift your skirt to point that you want the tattoo on the side part of your thigh. He loves the way you nod blushed when he asks if it's your first tattoo.

●Tattoo Artist! Eren sighs feeling like this is going to be a long session from the moment when he puts on the stencil guide for the tattoo and notices that you chose a thin black lingerie; As a tattoo artist, he thanks you for choosing the right clothes to make it easier for both, but the hard pain starting to grow on his jeans is really suffering right now.

♡Tattoo Artist! Eren glups hard once he starts and you can't help but squirm and whimper of pain. It's one of the least painful parts and you're already whining? That's the fucking cutest thing in the world. He tries to distract you by making small talk, knowing about your interests, your degree, age, the fact that you're single…

●Tattoo Artist! Eren starts to flirt subtly with you trying to see if you are comfortable; teasing you for being so sensitive to the pain, caressing softly your thigh when he cleans you with the wipe, complimenting your soft skin, telling you about which places you barely feel the pain for some future tattoos…

♡Tattoo Artist! Eren is trying so hard to hold himself when you dig your nails on his arm the moment he's on the black filling and shadows. You're blushing and nervous when he's wrapping your leg with the plastic protection while you apologize for hurting him, he can't help but smile and lean closer to you and thank you for being such a good strong girl the whole session.

●Tattoo Artist! Eren tries to be as gentle as possible with you, fucking you from behind, standing against the wall to not hurt the fresh tattoo on your leg with the massage bed. "Yeah, keep it like that, gorgeous. The needle on your skin was nothing, you can hold my dick in this sweet cunt, baby"

♡Tattoo Artist! Eren notices the weakness on your legs, so he turns you to face him and grabs you under the thighs to lift you and push you against the wall with every thrust. Your moans begging him to not stop are the sweetest sound he heard in his whole life.

●Tattoo Artist! Eren's station smells like sex after you both reach the orgasm, he gently seats you on the bed while he cleans the mess. Your gaze on his strong tattooed arms moving around almost makes you jump into him for a next round but your legs are sore for many reasons…

♡Tattoo Artist! Eren is a professional. He always seeks for the safety of his clients, so don't be surprised to receive a message from him to meet again "to check if the tattoo is healing correctly". He smiles widely when you immediately answer saying yes and asking if he's up for another session as soon as possible…

Should I make a part two? 👀

[lunarcrown]

can we see all of your tattoos? :0

I FINALLY TOOK PICS!!!! I actually don’t have a TON of tattoos compared to my peers but I have a nice chunk! I’m just slow at getting tattooed bc I’m always working so I get like MAYBE two a year 😂

ANYWAYS!!! Ok so my legs: butterfly, demon goat girl, caterpillar, bill cipher (a SUPER OLD ONE), Minecraft block, and blue three eyed cat are all by me on me HAHA

I’ve made myself quit tattooing myself so I can get OTHER people’s art on me, but I wanted to tattoo my own shins just in case it was too terrible to continue with someone else (it’s not actually that bad!!!), and the other things like the Minecraft block were just so I could have complete control of it when it meant so much to me. The three eyed cat is actually my first “official” tattoo on skin I did as an apprentice! (Bill was a sneaky stick and poke I did in college OTL)

Creeper is from a friend/fellow tattoo artist who I trade tattoos with a bunch (but we still pay each other bc BILLS…), party dragon was from a dragon tattoo trade, worm on a string was from a friend who’s apprenticeship started same time as mine, pink axolotl is from my coworker who is sooooo freakin cool….i aspire to be like her so much…. And anime eyes heart gal is from a super cool friend that I went to college with! We reunited when I started tattooing and got a lot of laughs on how long it took to get our degrees and now we aren’t even “using” them HAHSG

Rest of the ones on my legs!!

Mob is from the same buddy that did the creeper and another one you’ll see in a sec, the kitties are from ANOTHER pal who started apprenticing same time as me! They’re actually arranged to be a subtle ⚢ sign bc IM A HOMOSEXUALLLLL~~ the symbol beneath these is the ol symbol from gravity falls that I ALSO stick and poked in college YEP…. Love Bug and the firefly are by a buddy from Virginia! One day I’m gonna get a “mean” version of love bug on my other thigh and it’s gonna say “bug off” 🤩 and the colorful leopard is from ANOTHER buddy trade that I did with a very cool friend!!

And finally MY ARMS!!!!

I have even less up here because getting arm tattoos makes it hard to work pfft….

I LOVE canti from OG FLCL (I love robots with sick designs so much…) and I love the show as well (introducing me to the Pillows was so PIVOTAL…) so I have him not once but TWICE form different ppl. The one with the flowers was from my mentor who turned out to be a sucky person so BOOO but I still love the tattoo~ the claptrap and OTHER canti are from a neat guy that I LOOOVE his style but his shop is sooo traditional and it’s lowkey uncomfortable even though he’s nice so idk if I’ll go back for a third. The Grievous is from the same buddy that did the creeper and mob!!! It’s so cool too bc my freckles make HIM have freckles and it’s adorable to me. And finally my VERY first tattoo I ever got, the big ufo abducting a pumpkin!!

This was done by Kelly McGrath in North Carolina and she was so sosososo sweet, gave me free prints, let me video call some of it to my family because we were VERY very far away from each other, AND I got to tell her years and years later that she inspired me so much that I became a tattoo artist myself!! And I even got to ask her a question or two and she responded so nice :,,)

SO YEAH I don’t have much rhyme or reason to my picks besides preferring color tattoos to be the majority, but my goal now is to collect tattoos from some very cool people and take my time filling up my body with art!! Eventually I would like to extend to my hands (palms included) and feet (JUST THE TOP I AM NOT DOING MY SOLES), neck, body, and maybe a few on my face near the outer perimeter/outer corner of eyes/above eyebrows! But that’ll probably be way off bc I work a LOT like I said at the beginning! Always the tattooer, never the tattooed HAHA

[blond3ang3l]

Risotto! X tattoo artist reader!

This for my moot @rousseau-vargas since we are the biggest risotto lovers🙏🏽

“What do you mean you signed us up for a damn con? You want me to work for free? You’re out of your mind Micah.”

“Oh cmon dude, just this one time. If we do the most tattoos we’ll win hella money! Please, I will even pay you extra this week.”

You couldn’t help but kiss your teeth in response. This is ridiculous. A last minute tattoo con? You had plans today and now you had to cancel all cause your dumbass boss liked to wait till last minute. It annoyed the hell out of you when he did this cause it wasn’t the first time either.

Once you got to the con it wasn’t much better. It was fucking packed with people. And some of the people were dickheads. You had clients wanting big ass intricate designs when you literally still had a million people to do. It was hot and crowded and for some damned reason everyone just wanted to be a dickhead.

You were already 2 hours in and had done a little over fifty tattoos by yourself. You felt the pressure on you because you were the head artist of your shop. You had been going this since you were just a dumb teen doing sick and pokes on yourself. After you got done what felt like the millionth tattoo you were rightfully annoyed. You still had 3 more hours left and you felt like you couldn’t catch a damn break.

When you heard someone sit in the chair for about the umpteenth time you were ready to lose your mind. That was until you seen the man sitting there. Casually dressed in all black the first thing you noticed was his tattooed eyes. The black where white should be and the red where his pupils should be. His shirt white hair covered my a black cloth clashed against his tan skin. He looked like a fucking freak, and by gods you were so thankful he came to you instead of your coworkers.

“So I’m guess you want a tat?”

You cleared your throat when you remembered you were staring. You were met with a shirt grunt and a nod. His voice was so god damn deep and gravely it made no sense.

“Right so what do you want exactly?”

He passed you his phone showing you a design of three different knives, they weren’t exactly simple but it was something you could do relatively quick.

“Where do you want them?”

“Right here.”

He lifted up his and pointed right to his peck. You thought you were going to die there on the spot. You could see the many other tattoos that littered his body. Specifically his sleeve peaking out while he lifted up his shirt.

While you worked on the stencil you couldn’t help but steal a few glances at him. He was weirdly quiet compared to everyone else there. And while you worked he barely even flinched. It was surprising since most of the when you tattooed men they would need a break every ten minutes. But he just sat there. He was like a ghost, not moving a single muscle. Hell he didn’t even listen to music to distract himself.

Once you were done he used your mirror to look at the final result. To say he was impressed was an understatement. This was probably his favorite one yet. He gave you a small thanks before leaving like it was nothing. When you went to wipe down the chair for the next person you saw he left you a tip. A gracious one at that. He was so fucking weird and off putting. And you were making it your mission to make him yours the next time you see him..

[bruisedboys]

congrats on 4k mal!!!! so so deserved ily!!!! for HONEYBODY can i request a meet cute moment with mechanic!eddie <3

omg hi anna babe! I’m so sorry this took me so long, it’s also really short and kind of awful but. I tried <33

super embarrassing but I don’t know a thing about cars so I’m sorry if this is vague or inaccurate

mechanic!eddie munson x gn!reader

The walk back to your car from the telephone box feels dehumanising. You’re embarrassed, you’re frustrated, you’re hot. Your car refuses to start and you’ve had to call the local mechanics to come and pick up you and your useless hunk of metal with wheels. As if you weren’t embarrassed enough, stuck on the side of the road while cars whiz past you in both directions.

By the time you get back to your car you’re sweating and irritated. The guy on the phone said his coworker would be here in five minutes so you get back in the drivers seat in search of some shade. It’s warm and sticky inside the car but at least the sun isn’t taunting you anymore.

A few minutes later a truck pulls up next to you. A younger guy with a head full of wild curls and tattoos all up the arm that’s draped over the car door sticks his head out.

“You’re Y/N?”

You nod. “Yeah.”

“‘Kay.” He flashes you a grin, pearly whites blinding in the bright sun. “Lemme park and I’ll get to checking out your car.”

You get out of your car while he parks in front of you and then you watch him get out of his truck. He’s in a graphic tank with grease stains all over it and dark grey coveralls tied around his waist. His curly, wild hair is tied back in a messy knot at the back of his head. He’s wearing more jewellery than you are, a big chunky necklace and a cool spiky earring, a dangly silver earring on the other ear. He’s really quite handsome, and you don’t have time to process this information before he’s standing right in front of you.

“Hey,” he says, toolbox clanging where it dangles from his hand. He smiles at you warmly. “I’m Eddie. Wayne sent me to come check your car.”

Wayne, the guy you’d talked to on the phone. You nod and try not to stare at Eddie’s arm as he sets the toolbox on the hood of your car. It’s covered top to bottom in black tattoos, inky designs stretched across his pale skin. You swallow.

“Uh— yeah. Yeah, it stopped and then wouldn’t start,” you explain, a bit uselessly but it’s hard to think when your mechanic is so wildly attractive. “I tried everything, but it’s kind of a piece of junk so I’m not surprised.”

Eddie grins at you lopsidedly. “Right. Well, let me have a look at it and see if I can figure out the problem. If not, we’ll tow it back to the shop. Sound okay?”

You nod. Anything would sound okay coming out of his mouth, you think.

Eddie pops the hood of your car while you stand to the side, unsure what to do. You could stand here and watch him, his arms as he turns knobs and screws, tattoos stretched taut across his bicep muscles. But you’re melting in the hot sun, and you think you might pass out from reasons other than the sun if you watch him any longer.

Eddie must sense your awkwardness. Or at least, see the sweat collecting on your forehead.

“Do you want to go sit in my truck?” He asks you, emerging from under the hood sweaty and grinning. “Y’can put the air conditioning on, it’s hot as balls out here.”

“Oh, um. No, that’s okay. I’m okay.”

“Are you sure?” Eddie looks at you from under his lashes, concerned. “You look like you’re melting, sweetheart.”

Sweetheart. Your heart does a funny jump to your throat that makes it difficult to speak. To breathe, even. You find yourself being led over to the truck by Eddie, his hand on your wrist, thumb at your pulse point. He opens the passenger door and lets you climb in, then rounds to the driver’s side. There’s a miniature red guitar keyring dangling from the rear view mirror. Eddie sticks his keys in the ignition and hits the aircon button, humming to himself all the while.

Immediately you’re hit with a cool wave of air and you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding.

“Feels good, right?” Eddie asks, grinning.

It’s impossible to miss the implication, even though you know he didn’t mean it to be there at all. Your chest goes tight and his ears go bright red. It’s kind of adorable.

“I mean the aircon,” he says quickly. “It’s nice. I just got it installed last weekend, Wayne made me pay for it myself, but, um …” He trails off, ears a hot red and his cheeks dusted pink. He meets your eyes and grimaces. “You don’t care. I’ll be out here, if you need anything.”

He gives you an awkward two fingered salute and then disappears. You hear him groan to himself as he walks away.

You laugh to yourself, totally charmed. For once, you’re glad your car is such a nuisance.

[bluebirdsboi]

Nascent | Miguel O’Hara x Male Reader

Fandom: Spider-verse

Genre: Fluff | Florist/Tattoo Artist AU

Paring: Florist!Miguel O’Hara x Tattoo Artist!Male Reader

Warnings: Needles

Word Count: 933

Requests are open

GIF From: geamering (tenor)

The streets of Nueva York seemed bustling even in the evening. The warm light streaming through the window provided peace of mind as you drew up new flash designs while listening to music. 

As time went by, you naturally became increasingly tired and you already finished with your sessions for the day, so you told your coworkers that you're heading out early. While walking down the sidewalk, you noticed a flower shop just two buildings down from the tattoo parlor you worked at. They weren’t closed yet, so you decided to walk in and browse. The designs you drew were almost always of flowers or an ornate design that somehow incorporated flowers, which is why you took the opportunity to find some inspiration.

The inside of the building was adorned with a multitude of beautiful flower arrangements. You were captivated by all the different types of flowers and different pigments, but there was one arrangement that had you completely enamored. It was an arrangement that had a Blue Spider Lily as the main flower. “That one’s one of my favorites.” A deep voice spoke from across the room. You looked up at its owner to see a tall man with dark brown pushed-back hair, and gorgeous, deep brown eyes. “Oh, yeah, it’s a really pretty piece.” A flustered chuckle accented your response. “I appreciate it. I’m Miguel, by the way.” His tone was warm as he extended his hand. “(Y/n).” As you shook hands, you could feel the callouses that formed on Miguel’s hand, but he was still gentle with you.

The following interaction between you two seemed to flow almost effortlessly, with you eventually admitting that you are a tattoo artist and you were perusing for inspiration. You just couldn’t help how easy it was to talk to Miguel, hanging onto every word he spoke. He shared some arrangements with some of his favorite flowers, which coincidentally were also some of your favorites, only drawing you more into him.

After leaving, you made a mental note to visit the flower shop on your days off or whenever you could leave the tattoo parlor early, both for inspiration but now with an added motive of seeing Miguel. 

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Weeks went by from when you first stopped by the flower shop, growing closer to Miguel with each visit. Seeing his smile always had its way of brightening your day, no matter how stressful it may have been. Miguel also made his efforts to connect with you by extending your conversations as long as he could, letting you stay a few minutes after closing to sketch, and even bringing you a mini bouquet when he stopped by the tattoo parlor.

One day, you were in the flower shop, with Miguel sketching another arrangement as the store was about to close when he made a lighthearted jab as you were drawing. “How many times have you come in here just to not order anything?” A small smirk tugged at his lips as he leaned against the counter with an eyebrow raised. You couldn’t deny the truth, as a breathy chuckle left your mouth. “Okay, how about this? I can give you a free tattoo to make up for it.” You knew Miguel didn’t mind your drawing and flower observing too much, but you still wanted to compensate somehow. The tattoo didn’t have to be an extravagant one, just something to show your gratitude. “Deal.” Miguel patted your shoulder with a smile on his face as he walked to the back of the store. 

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The next evening, you took it upon yourself to close the tattoo parlor, letting your coworkers leave a little earlier and drawing up more designs to pass your alone time. 

Around ten minutes before you closed the parlor was when Miguel walked in. Welcoming him, you let him settle into the tattoo bed while you gathered all of your materials. Once you were done, you transferred a flash design of a Spider Lily onto his shoulder and started your tattoo machine. The constant drone of the needle became background noise as you worked on Miguel’s arm. You could feel the finer details of his rather large shoulder under your gloves and the subtle warmth radiating from him. A faint heat crept onto your cheeks from the intimacy of the situation. Neither of you were uncomfortable, though. Miguel settled into your touch, stealing glances while you worked. 

As a comfortable silence fell over you two, a question kept nagging at the back of Miguel’s mind. He’d grown fond of you over the past weeks and didn’t want to limit your interactions to whenever either of you were in each other’s shop. “Hey, can I ask you something?” Miguel felt vaguely nervous as he waited for your response. “Go for it.” You kept your focus on the tattoo while answering. “You’re a really great guy. I was gonna ask if you wanted to go out one day?” A tentative sigh linked Miguel’s sentences to prepare himself for a “no”. You removed the needle from his skin and sat upright to look at him for a moment. You had no idea if he shared the same feelings you had for him, and yet here he was asking you on a date. However, there was no doubt in your mind that you liked Miguel. “I’d love to.” Your disbelief peaked through your words and was shown by the somewhat shocked look on your face. With that, small chuckles escaped both of you as you returned to your work on Miguel’s shoulder with fond smiles decorating your faces. 

- End- 

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A/N: Hey guys. So, first things first, I apologize if this fic isn’t that great. This is my first time writing for this AU (and really any AU in a long time) and I tried to keep Miguel as in character as possible, but I still think he’s an OOC. So overall, I’m sorry if this fic isn’t great, but in other news, I’m now writing for Triple Frontier so you can request fic for those characters. Also similar to my second blog, I’m opening a taglist, so if you want to be tagged in any future fics for any fandom, just send me an ask of a DM so I can add you. 

That’s all for current updates, so as always, thank you for reading <3

[marlsswrites]

June 29th <3

Blooming - @wolfstarmicrofic - words: 1075

Sirius had a great life in his opinion, his best friend James owned a flower store, he had an amazing job in a tattoo parlour where he got to show off his designs and people actually appreciated them for once.

In his breaks, he ran over to the road to torment James while he worked, mostly just because he could.

He walked into the store, admiring the blooming flowers before walking over to the desk to find his friend, the problem was, no one was there.

Normally it would be James, or occasionally his coworker Mary behind the counter, but neither were present.

With a sigh, he dropped himself behind on the chair behind the desk, stubbornly waiting for James to come back instead of just waiting. He rested his head on the palm of his hand as his eyes travelled around the store, the only people present being a sweet old couple and a pretty depressed looking teenager who looked rather out of place.

He snorted to himself and peeled his eyes away from the shop and towards the door when the bell rung, a man talking quickly into a phone as he walked in.

Sirius could feel his lips part, his cheeks go a prominent flushed pink and his grey eyes widen at the sight. He hadn’t seen the man before, but he was beautiful.

He had tanned skin and a rugged complexion. He had scars adorning his arms and scratched onto his face, but it made him look even more perfect. It just made Sirius wonder how many more of those he’s got hidden right now.

The man was wearing an oversized sweater with its sleeves rolled up, he lifted his arm to scratch his neck, revealing a strip of skin on his waist that made Sirius go feral. There was a tattoo peaking out of the sleeve of his jumper, it looked like the moon phases.

Sirius doesn’t care if this is a based comment, but tattoos make a man even more attractive.

“Yes- no Lily I understand!” The man hissed into the phone and sighed. “You’re breaking up.” He spoke on a croakier voice. “Y-es b- bye!”

Sirius watched as the man pressed the hang up button and stuffed the phone in the pocket of his jeans.

The man looked around the store a couple times, Sirius keeping a sharp eye on him until he started walking straight towards Sirius.

“Shit.” He cursed under his breath as he knocked a small plant pot over on James’ desk, mud spilling on some of the papers. He snorted slightly as he looked down, seeing James’ little comic book sketches as he swiped the mud from the desk.

“Hi uh-“ The man started as Sirius leaned on the desk, staring at him contently. “What flowers do you have for a wedding?”

“You’re getting married?” Sirius fought off a frown.

He laughed, the gorgeous stranger laughed such a sweet deep laugh that Sirius wanted to devour. “Ah no, I’m planning my best friends wedding and she’s going absolutely manic about it.”

“Guessing that was what the fake hanging up earlier was then.” He breathed out with a laugh.

“I see you were watching me.” The man spoke with a raised eyebrow as he leaned closer on the desk.

A pink flush started to rise up his neck as he blinked a few times, in utter shock. He could see the man’s face more clearly now, he has a collection of freckles atop his nose and long black eyelashes. He had plump pink lips that he licked every few seconds and he stunk of cigarettes. Perfect for Sirius, someone to match his smoking addiction.

“Maybe.” He shrugged. “I’m Sirius.” He gave a stupid grin.

The strangers lips tilted up into a small smile. “Remus.”

Remus, Sirius repeated in his head. Remus, Remus, Re-

“So, the flowers?” He asked with a nod.

Truth be told, Sirius knew nothing about flowers. Which ones they used at weddings, funerals, dates, birthday parties? He didn’t have a clue. “I-“

The door swung open, a flushed looking James running in and skidding up to the desk. “Sirius- what are you doing back there?”

Sirius froze, the other man giving him a questing look as James ushered Sirius from his seat and sitting down there with a coffee and a cinnamon bun. “Where’s Mary?” James asked, his mouth full of a bite of his cinnamon roll.

“No one was here when I got here.” Sirius spoke quietly.

“Sirius you’re my best friend, but you don’t even work here.” He spoke in an amused voice. “Why are you even serving customers? You hate doing that.”

James looked around, his eyes planting on Remus. “Ah.” He tried and failed to cover his smile.

“That makes much more sense…” Remus gestured to Sirius’ leather jacket, arm of tattoos and his eyeliner covered eyes. Most definitely not the guy you’d find working at a flower shop.

He reached up, scratching the back of his neck and tilting his head to the side, unaware of Remus’ gaze lingering where his cropped tank top ended. “Yeah, I work at the tattoo parlour over the road.”

With one last amused glance between the two men, James stood up and started organising the flowers, clearly only trying to give his friend some privacy.

“You do?” He asked in interest. “I’ve been looking at getting some new ones done., I’ll have to pop around some time.” He pulled his sweater up ever so slightly to reveal a collection of tree branches weaved with vines, on the other side a moon with some birds flying around it.

Sirius sucked in a probably audible breath, Remus was toned. Like really fit, he had more scars wrapping around his stomach, his tattoos smartly covering them, only visible if you looked closely. Sirius was definitely looking very closely. “Yeah-“ he stuttered out. “I could do you sometime.”

“Oh really?”

“I- I didn’t mean it like that.”

“What a shame.” Remus tutted, his lips quirking at his flushed he managed to make Sirius. “If you change your mind.” He slid a piece of paper onto James’ desk. Sirius looked down, swiping the paper from the desk and reading the number on it, then looking up to see Remus gone.

He never did get his flowers, Sirius grinned at the excuse to message him as he whipped out his phone and tapped the number in.

[hairstevington]

flowers and ink (part 3)

Eddie Munson x Steve Harrington

Summary: Eddie makes up an excuse to get closer to Steve, and it works...eventually! Part one, part two

Word count: 2.5K

Warnings: Tattoo Artist!Eddie/Florist!Steve, platonic soulmates Robin and Steve, Eddie thinks they're dating, miscommunication trope but it's resolved by the end, THEY ARE IDIOTS YOUR HONOR, Steve is a sweetheart, the fluffiest of fluff

A/N: This was originally supposed to be the "ending," but I might end up continuing it if people are interested in seeing where it goes - either here or on Ao3! Otherwise, I do have more Steddie content coming soon no matter what. At this point I'm in too deep to quit. Thanks all!

Eddie scanned the room in search of any sort of inspiration. 

“Sure, what’s up?” Steve asked, nonchalant. 

Flowers. There were just flowers everywhere. That’s all Eddie had to go on. Okay, flowers it is.

“So, this woman came by the other day and she wants this whole sleeve of flowers, right? But, like, I don’t do flowers very often. So I’m gonna practice drawing flowers a lot these next few weeks while I’m nailing down the design, and I guess I, uhhhh, was thinking maybe I could look around here and take some notes or something?”

Lies. All of it. LIES. 

“Yeah, that’s fine,” Steve said. “You can hang around here as long as you want. Or, until we close, anyway.”

“Which is in fifteen minutes,” Robin reminded her coworker. 

“Oh. Shit, yeah,” Steve chuckled. “You can hang around for fifteen minutes, then.” Eddie smiled and nodded. 

“I’ll take it.”

Then, of course, Eddie had to walk around and examine the flowers as if he actually gave a shit about them, which he didn’t. He was far more interested in the man behind the counter, but whatever. This would do. 

He had fifteen minutes to figure out what he was going to do at closing time. Maybe, if he played his cards right, he could get an invite to hang out with them after. Although, did he really want to be a third wheel? Was all of this just pathetic?

Probably. 

“Hold on, your hair is still a little messed up,” Steve said to Robin. They both giggled softly, and Eddie rolled his eyes. 

Definitely pathetic. Eddie drifted farther into the back so he couldn’t hear them whispering to each other anymore. 

Flowers were nice. Eddie didn’t have anything against them, he just wasn’t drawn to them like a lot of people seemed to be. They were a bit too pretty for his taste. Too delicate. He took a couple pictures (to really sell his bullshit cover story), and before he knew it, it was closing time. 

Eddie walked back up to the front to join Steve and Robin, ready to say the line he’d been preparing the last fourteen and a half minutes. Is it cool if I drop by tomorrow to keep looking around?

Steve spoke before Eddie could ask his question, stunning him momentarily. 

“Hey, so I was thinking if any more questions come up, you could just text me. You know, if you want.”

-

“Hold on, your hair is still a little messed up.”

“Oh my god, fix it!”

“I’m trying! Stay still!” 

Steve brushed through Robin’s hair with his fingers, smoothing down the strands that were sticking out. He caught her looking at him, then glancing in Eddie’s direction, then back at him. 

“Whatever you’re about to say, don’t,” Steve warned. 

“He came here for you,” she whispered to Steve. “With lotion!”

“We were just talking about it at the shop earlier,” Steve dismissed. “He probably is just making fun of me for using the wrong kind.”

“Don’t be an idiot,” Robin muttered. “He likes you.”

“Shh!” Steve’s eyes went wide. Eddie wasn’t that far away, even though they were speaking quietly. Suddenly, Steve remembered what he’d learned about Eddie, and that he hadn’t told Robin yet. “Okay, look. Maybe you’re right.”

“I am,” she insisted.

“Fine,” Steve conceded. “So, he told me that -” Steve stopped himself and looked around the room to double check that Eddie was as far from them as possible. He went the charade route anyway. 

Steve looked at her intensely until she was completely focused. He pointed vaguely in the direction of where Eddie went, and then used the same hand to flip his wrist downwards with an emphatic nod. Robin’s eyes went wide. 

“Shut up,” she said. “Confirmed?”

“Out, proud, and mentoring the youth,” Steve replied. “Oh, and Will Byers was there.”

“What?!” 

“Shh!” 

Robin collected herself again so she could resume whispering. 

“You need to ask him out.” Her voice was barely audible now. 

“I don’t know how.”

“You’ve done it a bazillion times, Dingus,” she reminded him. “What makes this any different?”

“I don’t know!” Steve admitted with a shrug. “He’s so much cooler and smarter than me, and it’s, like, really intimidating.”

“Steve, we have to work on your self confidence,” Robin sighed. 

“You tease me all the goddamn time, Buckley.”

“I’m allowed,” she said. “You’re not.” Steve rolled his eyes but accepted the feedback. 

“I’ll do it, okay?”

He knew he needed to sound casual about it, in case he was reading it wrong. Just because Eddie was gay didn’t mean he was interested. But! If they talked more, Steve could flirt a little and then know for sure. 

So, when Eddie came back at 5pm, Steve took the leap. 

“Hey, so I was thinking if any more questions come up, you could just text me.” Steve watched Eddie freeze, and Steve had no idea what to do with that. He backtracked immediately. “You know, if you want.”

“Yeah, sure,” Eddie responded after a few moments. Steve wasn’t sure how to read Eddie’s hesitation.

“Cool,” Steve responded. He could practically feel Robin’s judgment from a few feet away, even without looking at her. He snapped himself out of his trance and grabbed a pen and one of the Flowers for All business cards, then flipped it over on the counter to the blank side. 

“You could just -” Eddie said, holding his phone up. “Use this, you know.”

“Oh, duh,” Steve said, mentally kicking himself. He took Eddie’s phone and put his number in, then handed it back. “There you go.”

“Thanks,” Eddie responded. Steve figured if Eddie wasn’t interested, he just wouldn’t reach out. No harm done. “Have a good rest of your night, guys.”

“We will,” Robin answered, knowing that Steve was obviously incapable of acting normal. “Stop by any time, okay?”

“Okay, thanks,” Eddie repeated. He did a small wave and then left the store with nothing but the residual jingle from the bell above the door. 

Steve immediately slunk to the floor and sat against the wall. 

“Not one word,” he said. 

“That was painful.”

“That was three words.”

“You didn’t ask him out!”

“Yeah, well I’m getting there! I got his number, didn’t I?”

“Barely!” she replied with a laugh. “But he’s totally into you. I can tell.”

“Oh yeah? How?”

“Because he came here with lotion and then stuck around to look at flowers when the internet exists,” Robin explained. 

Huh. She has a point.

“Fair enough,” Steve sighed. “I guess now we just wait and see if you’re right.”

-

Eddie was obviously going to text Steve, but he had no idea what to say. He really dug himself into a hole with the flower research thing. 

Also, what the fuck was that about? What flower-related questions could Eddie possibly have? Why would Eddie text Steve for flower advice when the internet exists? What does flower advice even mean? He typed out his first draft -

Hi, it’s Eddie. Thanks for helping me out :) 

Ok, boring. He tried again. 

Hi, it’s Eddie. Texting so you have my number too

Could be better. 

What’s your favorite flower?

Oh god! No! Delete! Delete!

This was hopeless.

-

“He hasn’t texted yet,” Steve whined.

“It’s only been three hours,” Robin replied. 

They were doing their post-shift hang out, like usual. They had some stupid reality TV show on in the background that both of them hated but for some reason loved watching together. 

“It’s felt like twelve,” Steve groaned, throwing his head back against the couch. 

“It’s felt like a hundred for me, with you constantly complaining about it,” Robin responded, shoving him lightly. 

“Hey, this was your doing, alright?” Steve shot back, smirking. “He’s not interested, and that’s okay.” He was trying to convince himself more than anything. 

“Patience, grasshopper,” Robin assured him. “Don’t lose hope yet.”

Steve’s phone buzzed on the table. They both lunged for it, desperately checking the notification. 

A text from an unknown number. 

Am I allowed to ask you questions that aren’t about flowers?

“Robin, I love you.”

-

Sure, what do you wanna know? 🙂

Okay, now we’re getting somewhere. Eddie sat down and pondered what question he should ask first. 

Why frog and toad?

Eddie was far more comfortable talking about tattoos. Steve responded -

Just seemed right, I guess.

Ugh, okay. Eddie forgot he sucked at texting. 

Do you regret it?

He waited a minute or two until his phone lit up again. 

No, not at all. We love it. 

Eddie sighed. He didn’t know what to say next. 

I’m not good at the text thing

Steve’s response showed up moments later. 

Guess you’ll have to come visit us again then ;) 

Okay, well that works.

-

Eddie showed up the next day on one of his breaks, pretended to look at some more flowers as if they’d changed from the day before, and then struck up a conversation with Steve about tattoos. Then, he dropped by on another break a few days later, skipping the flower part completely and jumping straight into talking about music. 

“So, how’s the flower design going?” Steve asked after their discussion died down. 

“It’s good,” Eddie said. “I’m just not really a flowers guy, is all.” Steve gasped and pretended to be shocked. 

“You? Not into flowers??” Eddie chuckled. “I didn’t think I was either, but I actually love it here. Maybe if you keep coming by you’ll change your tune.”

“Yeahhhh, I’m not so sure about that,” Eddie replied. 

“Oh, I am,” Steve challenged playfully. “There’s a flower for everyone - that’s literally why this place is called Flowers for All.”

“Oh god,” Eddie teased. “This isn’t gonna become a thing where you try to get me to like flowers, is it?” Steve smirked and bent down so his forearms rested on the counter. 

“Hey, man. You got me into tattoos, I’m just returning the favor.”

Eddie rolled his eyes. Yeah, it was cute, but he knew that it was a doomed mission. 

Steve tried anyway. Each day, when Eddie showed up for work, a new flower was left at the front door. 

First, it was a daisy. 

Steve: Well?

Eddie: It's pretty. I'm not a huge fan of yellow tho

Steve: Noted

On day two, a carnation.

Eddie: are you trying to take me to prom?

Steve: maybe (just kidding we missed it)

Eddie: lmao

Then, there was a succulent. 

Eddie: I actually really like this one

Steve: Success!

Eddie thought that would be the end of it. But then, on the fourth day, a gardenia was at the door. 

Eddie: more???

Steve: are you a flower guy yet?

Eddie: No, but I’m running out of room on my desk

Steve: Better get another desk then

At this point, Eddie thought for sure Steve was messing with him. Maybe that’s all this ever was. Robin kept saying over and over how bored they were at work, and Eddie was their current source of entertainment. 

He gave the flowers to Bob - except the succulent, for obvious reasons. Eddie named him Sonic.

On day 5, Eddie found a red rose dipped in black ink on his desk. Bob had apparently already let Steve in to set it up. Eddie would have groaned in frustration, except the stupid thing was actually extremely badass. Like, he thought it was so cool he was sad it was going to wilt eventually.

Fuck. This had to stop. 

Eddie marched into Flowers for All, rose in hand, ready to tell Steve that he didn’t just want to be some project for the happy couple. 

“Heyyy, look who’s here!” Steve greeted him as he walked in. Steve’s face fell when he noticed Eddie holding the rose. “Uh-oh, you hated this one so much you’re returning it? I really thought -”

“I didn’t hate it, I love it. It's - I mean, it's perfect.”

“Okay,” Steve said, hopping off the counter. “So, why do you look angry at me?”

“Are you guys making fun of me or something?” Eddie asked. No time for small talk. No beating around the bush. They’d been tip-toeing around this for over a week now. 

“What?” Steve asked, genuinely shocked. “Dude, no. I - shit, okay. No, I’m not making fun of you, I’m trying to flirt with you. Guess I’ve lost my touch.” Steve put a hand to the back of his neck and grimaced nervously. 

“Flirt with me?” Now Eddie was the shocked one. “So, you’re not dating Robin?”

Steve burst out laughing.

“Robin? My platonic lesbian best friend Robin?”

Eddie’s head was spinning. 

“Platonic?” he echoed. “After the way you two tumbled out of the back room all flustered and shit the first time I came in?”

“That’s absolutely not what you think it was,” Steve said. 

“Then what was it?”

“It was - okay, well first of all, I was flustered because you came in. And Robin and I were back there because her hair somehow got tangled in a watering can and she needed my help.”

It sounded like a lie, but it would have been the most random lie ever created.

“Jesus, how did that even happen?” Eddie wondered, amused.

“Robin has zero coordination,” Steve responded. “It’s part of her charm.” Eddie nodded, processing all of this.

“Okay, so you’re not dating Robin,” he said.

“No.”

“And you’ve been flirting with me.”

“Yes.”

“Completely genuinely, like not as a joke?” Steve chuckled.

“Eddie, I tipped you like a full day's worth of pay for our tattoo,” he reminded him. “If I was joking, I’d have to be stupidly committed to the bit.”

Okay, well that was…fair.

“Oh,” Eddie replied. Wow. I really am an idiot.

“Yeah,” Steve said. There was a moment where they both just kinda stared at each other, and then Eddie broke the silence.

“You do realize I’ve been flirting with you too, right?” he asked. Steve just stared at him blankly. “Okay, from the way you’re looking at me I’m gonna go with no on that one.”

“I mean, I was hoping you were-”

“I am.”

“Great.”

“Cool.”

“So, we should go out then.”

“Yeah, that seems like a logical next step.”

They smiled at each other, basking in the absurdity, and then suddenly a piercing voice came from Steve’s phone on the counter.

“FINALLY.”

“Wait, is that Robin?” Eddie asked, pointing at the phone.

“Oh, yeah,” Steve responded. “I was talking to her when you came in.”

Eddie shook his head and laughed.

Well, at least they were both idiots.

(part 4)

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Inked Dreams (NCT Dream Tattoo Artist!Au) (M)

Chap 6 out of 6 -> Second arc: Tattoo apprentice Park Jisung x tattoo artist female reader.

>>Inked Dream's Chap 1 here

Summary: A NCT Dream Tattooist!Au where the Dreamies are college's heartthrobs and most likely will steal your heart whenever you less expect it.

Cute, "shy" but very hot, flirty Jisung. A deadly combo, I promise.

This chap contains smut!🔞💕

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[2nd Arc: Seven Days. ("A Week" 없어.)🐹 Chap 6. (2nd Arc Finale)]

Your heart flutters as you see Jisung appearing at the shop. You didn't expect him to come by since you made sure to have a propper good bye last night and he definitely has classes to attend in the morning. But there he is. “What are you doing here, dummy?” You ask, hurrying to jump in his arms, and he gladly catches you. Ah... You almost feel like crying. Can't believe you were so sad already about not being able to see him for just two days. “I know we said good bye last night, but I couldn't stop thinking about you, I had to leave class and see you.” He says and you pout and squeeze him in a hug. “Can I stay with you until your friend picks you up?” He asks and you nod then peck his lips a thousand times.

Jisung sits on the break room and you on his lap while you work on some design. “So you don't have any appoinments?” He asks, as he distractedly make his fingers walk up your back, playing, and you shake your head. “No, when I start tattooing I don't know exactly when I'm going to finish, so I couldn't risk it since my friend is picking me up.” You explain and he silently nods even if you can't see him. His fingers now running down, caressing your arm, making you smile, but still focussed on your drawing. He sits up a bit to rest his chin on your shoulder and watch you draw. You can feel his soft breathing on your neck before he leaves a peck there, then his arms around your waist, hugging you closer. “Noona...” He calls you, and you finally stop drawing as his hands climb up your chest, squeezing your tits, and you feel his boner against your butt. “J-Jisung...” You call him as he leaves a soft bite on your neck. “Mhm?” He answers. “We fucked for hours last night...” You tell him and he smiles against your skin. “Mhm~” He says. “And I could do it all over again right now.” He whispers before biting your ear softly, and you fight yourself not to moan outloud. “Can I, noona..? I'm so hard...” He begs, making your heart flutter, and your eyes shift to the break room's door. “I'll close the door.” You say, blushing for not being able to even try to resist him, and leave his lap to lock the door. He's already standing behind you when you turn around. You gasp as you bump into his chest and he chuckles softly before leaning over and pecking your lips.

His hands distractedly going down your arms, then your hips, thighs, and finally up again under your skirt to pull down your panties. You step out of them and he unbuttons his pants as you meet his lips again. Another gasp as he suddenly picks you up and brings you to the wall, resting your weight on it as he slides inside of you.

He starts thrusting into you right away, and you can only bite your lips in an attempt to keep your moans down. God, you're so horny right now. Can't believe this is the same guy who was too shy to even look at you when you first met.

“Faster.” You ask in a moan, and he groans before speeding up. You can only hope your coworker and her client can't hear you over the music playing at the shop, but honestly, you don't really care much about that. You just want to feel Jisung closer, hear his deep voice calling you as he cums. You want it right now, and if someone else happens to hear him, if they're listening... Well, then they can. You couldn't care less. You'd fuck him anywhere, he just has to ask. That's how addicted you are to his entire self.

“Jisung-ah...” You moan softly as you feel your orgasm about to burst, and he picks up the pace once again. His breathing against your skin, the grasp on your thighs, the bites and kisses on your neck, his deep voice everytime a moan scapes him. Everything is just too much, your heart couldn't be racing anymore. You hold onto him as you reach your high, moaning in his ear as quietly as you manage to, triggering his own release. He groans, keeping your heart racing as he finishes.

You peck his lips and he smiles before sweetely pecking yours back a couple times. Your heart is beating so hard for him. If he'd decided to deepen the kiss this time, you don't think you'd have the will to stop him. But the door knob moves before anything else happens, startling you both, and Jisung pulls out of you immediately. “Y/n? Are you here? Why is this closed?” Your coworker asks as you both fix your clothes. “J-Just a minute... I had to... Change my clothes.” You say as Jisung does his best to clean the cum that's slightly running down your thigh. “Oh, okay.” She answers. Sounds like she's clueless so far. You're definitely blushing when you finally open the door though. She looks at you both with a confused expression as she walks in, then she stops in the middle of the room to sniff the air and turns back to look at you. “Did you two just have sex here?” She asks, making Jisung blush even more if possible. “I.... Yes.” You simply admit, and she takes a second to react but she laughs. “Damn. Okay... Lucky.” She says as she checks Jisung out, and you scoff as you smile, holding Jisung by his wrist and taking him out of the break room.

You sit on his lap again, this time astride him and peck his lips a couple times. “I wanna take you with me.” You tell him, cupping his face, and he giggles. “Take me.” He says, making you pout. “I can't. But I so wanna.” You tell him and he chuckles. “Why? Don't laugh.” You pout again, but he just can't stop smiling. “Whyy?” You insist and he shakes his head. “I'm just happy.” He says, but you keep pouting. “Noona wants to be with me, I'm happy.” He explains a bit better as he slightly combs your hair back with his fingers, and you blush. He bites back a smile seeing your rosy cheeks and pecks your nose. “I love you.” He says, staring at you lovingly, and your heart skips a beat. “Y/n!! Why wouldn't you answer your phone??” Your friend asks as she storms in the shop. “Let's go! I couldn't find anywhere to park and my car is literally in the middle of the street.” She hurries you and you can only look at Jisung for a second who motions you to go with your friend. “I'll call you later.” You tell him and he nods as he smiles before meeting your lips.

Ah, your heart hurts. You didn't want to say “I love you” back while rushing out the shop, but now you didn't say it at all. “What's wrong?” Your friend asks as she drives. “I'm sorry I hurried you while I was panicking about the car earlier. Are you mad at me?” She asks and you sigh. “Nah, I get that... Don't worry about it.” You say as you stare at your phone. Should you text him? But what will you say? You don't want to just text him that. It's the first time you say it! He did it in person so you want to do the same. You sigh again and your friend chuckles. “Okay, something is going on definitely.” She says and you roll your eyes as you smile. “It's just a silly thing, don't worry about it.” You tell her. “Does it have anything to do with that guy at the shop?” She asks, smirking, and you chuckle softly. “Yeah, but really, it's nothing.” You tell her and she sighs, finally giving up. “Oh!! By the way... Wooyoung will be at the birthday party tonight.” She says. “Yeah? I pierced his ear just yesterday.” You tell her and she smiles. “Do you think he went to your shop just to see you?” She asks and you scoff. “Well, I'm very good with piercings.” You say. “I assume you two are getting along then.” She distractedly asks. “Sure. We didn't have a bad breakup, we just went separate ways.” You say. “Ah, I see. He didn't talk much about it so we really didn't know a lot. But I'm glad to hear it wasn't an ugly breakup.” She says and you think about it for a minute. Renjun told you he hadn't seen Wooyoung around campus in a long time after you splited up, but that he would bump into him at parties constantly, and now your friend tells you he never really talked about your breakup? Really?? Wooyoung? Well... Whatever, you brokeup at least five months ago, he's probably feeling all better now.

You eat a quick lunch as soon as you get to your friend's house and start working on the tattoo design with your friend's boyfriend. “Yeah, that detail would look cool at first but it'll get lost with time, are you okay with that?” You ask and he thinks for a second. “Yeah, whatever. As long as it looks cool for a bit.” He laughs and you nod and smile as you draw.

“Okay, all settled.” You say as you finish planning everything out for tomorrow. “Nice, now let's get ready for the party!” Your friend says, taking you to her room so you help her out with her outfit. You're having fun just being with them, but honestly, you could take a nap after all that thinking and drawing. “Yeah, that looks really good.” You chuckle as she spins to show you her outfit, giving her a thumbs up. “Great! Should I shower first or?” She asks and you nod. “Definitely, I'm gonna rest for a bit in the meantime.” You tell her and she happily nods before leaving. You walk to the guest room and just lie in bed to check your phone.

Ah, so cute. You were worried he'd feel awkward after you didn't say I love you back, but he seems fine. You're still a bit worried about it anyway. Guess it can't be helped until you actually hear his voice later or see him tomorrow.

~

~

“Noona! Let's take a pic for old times.” Wooyoung says as he sits next to you on the couch, already with his phone pointing at you two, and you just pose. “Promise you won't post it if I look ugly.” You tell him and he laughs. “Of course not, noona. You always look good in my eyes though.” He says and you scoff. “Shut up, let me see it then. I'll delete it.” You say, trying to get his phone, but he just laughs and raises his arm so you can't reach it. “Ugh, whatever.” You say and he chuckles softly as he checks the pic. “You look good, idiot. See?” He asks, showing the pic at you. “Hmm. Okay, I guess it's fine.” You tell him and he just scoffs as he smiles. “How's your piercing?” You ask. “Aw, are you worried about me, noona? Did you get tired of that other guy?” He asks and you scoff and roll your eyes. “Forget it.” You say, trying to stand up, but he stops you. “Oh my god, I'm just kidding, sit down.” He chuckles. “It's good. You did a great job, like always. Why do you think I went to your shop?” He asks. “Did you think I was dying to see Renjun or something?” He laughs and you can't help but laughing too. “Well, I'm glad you're doing good.” You say, maybe speaking more in a general way better than just refering to his piercing, and he smiles softly. “Yeah... I'm glad to see you're doing good too.”

~

The rest of the party is simply like any other party would be. Lots of drunk people, some dancing, some just chatting, some playing games. You have fun, but alcohol only makes you miss Jisung even more. You get so emotional everytime you drink. Luckily enough someone suggest at some point to move the party somewhere else and almost everyone follows, others just go home. “Y/n, aren't you coming too?” Your friend asks as she notices you trying to sneak out to your room. “But I'm so tired.” You frown and she does too. “I'm sorry but I'll have to work on your boyfriend's tattoo tomorrow for so many hours...” You say and she sighs. “No, you're right. Sorry.” She says before hugging you. “We had plenty of fun already anyway.” She says as she smiles and you smile too. “Make yourself at home, I'll see you in the morning.” She says, hugging you again before leaving.

Woah, you can't believe this. They all left! You're so happy.

You get in the bathroom to take a quick shower before changing your clothes to something more comfy. “Whoops, still drunk.” You say outloud as you almost fall while getting in your shorts, then you finally sit down on bed and take your phone. Your heart beating faster as you wait for the call to start.

“Hi, noona.” Jisung answers in a soft tone and you automatically pout. “Jisung-ah.” You call his name and he chuckles. “Oh? Are you drunk, noona?” He asks. “Mhm~ Just a little.” You admit and he chuckles again. “Mhm, I see. Did you have fun then? I saw the pictures.” He says and you take a moment to remember. “Oh? Wooyoung's ones?” You ask. “Mhm, he posted a lot.” He says and you chuckle. “Yeah, he always does. I didn't know you followed him.” You say and he bites back a smile on the other side of the call. “Well, yeah... I didn't.” He giggles. “But I knew you wouldn't post pics and someone told me he was there and I wanted to see you so... I took a peek at his profile.” He explains and you pout again. He doesn't sound upset or mad about you not saying “I love you” back this morning and that's mostly a relief. “I want to see you too.” You tell him and he chuckles softly. “I'd facetime you but I'm lying in bed surrounded by darkness.” He chuckles again and you do too. You could already tell he was, cause his voice sounds even deeper when he calls while lying down for some reason. “Nah, me too, don't worry. Also I'm sure I don't look my best right now.” You chuckle and he scoffs. “Nonsense.” He says and you laugh softly again. “Well, just send me a pic later.” You tell him, making him giggle. “We are back to me now?” He asks. “Mhm! I want a cute sleepy selca.” You cutely demand and he bites back a smile. “Ah... Noona... Why are you so far away right now?” He asks and you chuckle. “I'm not that far away, dummy.” You tell him and he clicks his tongue and sighs. “You totally are. But I'll be good and wait patiently for you to come back.” He says, making your heart flutter. “I'm even taking extra care of my tongue.” He adds, making you smile. “Yeah? Are you hoping I'll praise you so much when I see you?” You jokingly ask and he scoffs. “I'm hoping you kiss me.” He says, confidently. Making your heart flutter again. You bite back a smile before answering. “Mhm, I really hope so too.”

Your phone buzzes again after a bit and you answer the call pouting. “Noona, you didn't text back. Are you really crying?” Jisung asks. “Mhm, kinda... But don't worry. It's cause I'm drunk and you're so cute and I miss you.” You say. “Also I really don't feel like working so many hours straight tomorrow. Much less if you won't be around.” You explain and he pouts too even if you can't see him. He doesn't know what to say though, he really just wants to hug you and make you feel all better. “I'm sorry that you have to work so much tomorrow, noona. Honestly you just have to ask and I'll have one of the hyungs drive me there.” He says and you chuckle softly. “Mhm~ Thank you, baby. I feel better just knowing you would do that.” You tell him, making his heart flutter, but he doesn't say anything. “Ah... Did you fall asleep, Jisung-ah?” You ask, kinda blushing. “You called me baby...” He shyly says, ignoring your question, and making you blush even more. “Mhm~ D-Did you hate it?” You ask, a tiny bit worried he did, but he chuckles. “I loved it.” He softly says. “Mhm~.” You say as you feel your heart beating for him. “Jisung... Can you just... Talk to me until I fall asleep? I... Really don't feel like saying good night today.” ~

~

You wake up next day with your phone still on your hand and your heart skips a beat as you hurry to check if you're still in a call, but it sinks as you realize your phone is dead. Ah... Jisung... You hope he fell asleep before your phone died so he didn't think you hung up on him.

You sigh and force yourself out of bed to look for your charger in the backpack you brought. You check your texts, then you leave to get some breakfast. Jisung didn't text so he's probably still asleep. Ah... You blush lightly as you think of how emo and needy you were feeling last night.

“Hey, are you ready?” You ask your friend's boyfriend and he kinda grunts. “I haven't slept at all.” He chuckles. “But yeah, of course I'm ready.” He says. “Cool, I'll prepare the stencil.” You happily say. You don't know where you're getting the energy but extrangely enough, it's there. “Do you like this song? You can play whatever you like better.” He says, and a smile draws on your face as you realize why you were feeling happier all of a sudden. “Nah, I like this one.” You tell him. And of course you do, Jisung spends his days humming it.

Your friend appears a couple hours later in a zombie mood and stays like that until lunch time. You have a lot of work ahead so you eat as quickly as you can and go back to the tattoo machine. The hours just go by like that until you finally find yourself in your friend's car driving to your house. “Hey, if you want I can drive you to that party too.” She offers. “I'd still have to go home first anyway though. To leave the equipment and change my clothes.” You explain. “Yeah, I'll definitely drive you, girl. C'mon. You did such an amazing job with my boyfriend's present. It's the least I could do.” She insist and you think about it for a moment. You told Jisung like 10 minutes ago that you probably wouldn't show at the party cause you're dead tired, but you haven't said a definitive “no” yet, so you agree and allow your friend to drive you.

Ah, you're so tired. Your arms and wrists hurt. But you change your outfit as quickly as you can not to make your friend wait for too long, and then head downstairs to jump in her car again. You feel kinda giddy for some reason. Guess you're excited to see Jisung. Maybe cause this is kind of a surprise since you haven't told him yet that you were already in the city or that you've finally decided to go to his party.

“Woah, so loud.” Your friend says as you approach the guys's house. You can't even see it quite yet but you can definitely hear the music. “Y/n, isn't that the guy from the shop?” She asks, and your heart skips a beat as you see Jisung leaning on the bus stop. “Yes.” You say, with a smile on your face. “You can drop me there.” You tell your friend and she nods as you grab your purse. “Wait, a girl just walked over the bus stop too.” Your friend says, stopping before getting closer, and you both watch them for a second. Your heart suddenly stops at the way that girl talks to Jisung. They're far enough for you not to be able to hear them though. You get out the car, leaving the door open behind and your friend just stays watching everything. He's not facing you, only the girl is, but she hasn't even noticed someone else is approaching them.

(TW: Violence. Only in the next short paragraph)

“What are you doing here? Come back inside!!” She whines as she pulls from his hoodie's sleeve. “You haven't paid attention to me at all tonight.” She pouts and Jisung clicks his tongue. “Please, leave me alone, I'm already seeing someone.” He says, shaking his arm so she'd let go, and the change in her expression is instant. “So you kiss me and now you pretend nothing happened?” She says, and your heart stops once again just at the same time your feet do. “What are you talking about? I kissed you cause of a dare in a party two months ago.” He says, and finally the girl notices you standing behind him. “Can't you see we're talking here?” She asks you and he turns around to see who she is talking to. “Noona...” He says, then he turns around to look at the girl again. “Please, just leave.” He asks her, and her expression changes again... She looks so pissed. She grunts and slaps him in the face before any of you can even react. You can't believe what just happened. “Motherfucker.” She says, and Jisung clicks his tongue, visibly annoyed. “Yeah, okay. Fuck off already and leave me alone.” He simply tells her as he carefully pokes his injured cheek, and the girl shows him the middle finger as she walks away.

You look at him as he opens and closes his mouth, still taking in the pain from that slap, and your eyes meet. At first you feel so sorry for him but, at some point you both just can't help but chuckling a bit. “Is this what you meant when you said you weren't a heartbreaker intentionally?” You ask and he scoffs. “Yeah, I guess so.” He says, sitting down on the bus stop bench, and you follow him to stand between his legs. “Let me see it.” You ask him, sweetely pushing away his hand to see his face. “It doesn't look too bad.” You say before pecking his lips, and he hisses. “It hurts though.” He says, caressing your thighs from behind. “I'm sorry this happened to you, baby.” You tell him and he smiles softly before looking for your lips again. You smile too, leaning over to meet his. He sighs, a bit bummed still, making you chuckle. “What is iiit? Apart from the obvious thing.” You ask, and he scoffs as he smiles. “Nothing I'm just...” He sighs again. “I've been dying to kiss you properly since forever but... It seems like the Universe is completely against it.” He says, and you bite your lip, trying not to smile. “You kinda did the piercing one to yourself.” You tease, and he scoffs as he smiles. “Yeah, I guess I did.” He admits, pulling you closer to him, and you sit astride him. His eyes on yours as you softly brush your nose against his. “I missed you.” He says, with your faces still close. “No. I missed you.” You tell him, making him chuckle softly, and your heart swoons. “I love you.” You finally say, and he bites back a smile as he just simply stares at you lovingly for a second. “I love you.” He says, too. Making your heart flutter once again. “Can I kiss you?” He asks. You bite your lower lip as you think about it. “I don't know if you can or not anymore...” You tell him as you close the distance between you two again. “But I really fucking hope you do.” You tell him, chuckling softly by the end of it, and he scoffs as he smiles before meeting your lips.

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Epilogue: “What were you doing at the bus stop anyway?” You ask Jisung as you distractedly sway his hand while you walk towards the house. “I was waiting for the bus to go to your house and wait for you there.” He explains and you chuckle softly. “Sweetie, I don't think there are buses running this late.” You tell him and he blushes. “I know that, I was just drunk when I first got there so I didn't realize.” He explains, but it only makes you chuckle more. “Oh my god, you're too cute.” You tell him, squeezing his hand, and he huffes and looks away, still embarrassed. “Woah...” He suddenly says, as something catches his attention, and you follow his eyes to see Mark talking to some girl outside. “What? Who's that?” You ask. “That's Haechan's girlfriend's roommate.” He says. “Oh, sure.” You say and he scoffs as he smiles, then waves at Mark and that girl. They look kinda awkward though. “Weird.” Jisung says. “I haven't seen her in a while.” He tells you, but you're trying so hard not to stare at them so they don't feel as awkward. “Let's just go inside.”

A lot of people stare at you two as soon as you step into the house and you stare back until they look away, making Jisung chuckle. You also bump into Chenle, who's heading upstairs with some girl. It takes you a little while finding the others cause they're kinda scattered. But you end up chatting in a group with Jisung, Jaemin, Haechan and his girlfriend, and Jeno. “There's hyung.” Haechan points out as Mark approaches the group. He looks tired, just as one does after thinking or talking about the same thing for too long. “Yo...” He says, shaking Haechan's hand. “Just so you know, hyung, there was definitely someone fucking in your room. I heard them like ten minutes ago.” Haechan chuckles. “Bathroom too, but you should have locked your room, that's an amateur host's mistake.” He says and Mark scoffs. “ Ah well, you should know, right?” Mark playfully teases, hitting Haechan's arm softly. “As the first person who loves fucking in other people's rooms. Or should I say closets?” He laughs and the others do too. Haechan is about to say something but his girlfriend smiles and speaks first. “You sure you want to talk about rooms and what happened inside them while someone was fucking in a closet?” She teases too, and Mark blushes profusely. The way Haechan just burst into laughter makes almost everyone else laugh too even though they're not sure what she was talking about.

Jaemin is not laughing at all though, you're not sure he's even paying attention. He looks... Upset, so you subtly tug from his t-shirt and he looks at you. “What's wrong?” You silently mouth, and he sighs and looks upstairs for a second before shaking his head in a dissmisive way. But you can't help but keep thinking about it. You stare at the stairs for a minute until a girl rushes downstairs and looks around frantically once she's at the last step, meeting Jaemin's eyes behind you. You turn around to look at him, he's staring at her too as if he wanted to talk to her. Then his eyes shift a little, and you turn around again to find what made him look somewhere else. Your heart skips a beat as you see Renjun walking down the stairs too. The girl is gone now though. You look at Jaemin again, confused, and he sighs, still looking at Renjun. “Let's go grab a drink, noona.” He distractedly tells you before looking at you, and you nod and pull from Jisung's sleeve to kiss him before leaving with Jaemin.

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So this was Jisungie's arc❣ Hope you all enjoyed it~ feel free to text me or send anons and please like&reblog my posts to show support💕

Chap5🐹

[junkdyke]

GIRLIESSSSS i had a cute gay ass day!!

So me and my dyke (soon-to-be) roomie went to this queer market to check it out, and my tattoo crush and her gf just happened to be there too! Roomie and my Crush have already met bc when Crush still worked at my studio, Roomie came as a guest and we were the only 2 that could speak spanish and really chat with her <3 so the 4 of us ended up hanging out, i hadn't seen my crush and her gf since we went out of state together so i caught them up on all my girl-drama and work chisme, and talked about more travel plans for all of us to go tattoo together! Lots of spots and dates just got added to our calenders!!

then we went to the dyke event and AS IT TURNS OUT, this gay bar is right down the street from my workplace! I've been right next to it so many times and never knew it was there, so now I know where i'm gonna go with my other lesbo coworkers. Anyway, it was leatherdyke themed and the amount of fucking dykes that showed UPPPP it was actually overwhelming, the outdoor area was PACKED and there were sooo many hot butches jfc

we ended up staying mainly inside, me and my crush's gf danced and were the icebreakers for other girls to come over and fill the dancefloor. There was an older butch who came over to dance too and she looked sooo shy but was just vibing and eventually another girl got her to hop into the dance circle and we were hyping her up ugh she was so fucking cute and it was so fun! I got approached by this really short cutie, we danced, chatted, got to know each other, kissed, she was super sweet. At some point another girl came up and asked me where I got my shorts, so I tried to show her my tag LMAO and her friend, beautiful black girl with locs, leaned into my ear and told me I was gorgeous. I told her I loved her locs and TRULY i wanted to swap info with her but I didn't wanna be rude in front of the girl I was already talking to, so they wished up both goodnight and left BUT YANNOOOOO crossing paths, universe, w/e w/e

Anyway, Crush and her gf left a little earlier, and then Roomie needed to leave and I was her ride so we left along with the girl I met, and then my roomie was like "can we go to the dollar store?" cause she had never been lmfaooo so the 3 of us spent a fucking HOUR just grocery shopping and pointing out snacks and grabbing random stuff. Roomie ended up buying a bunch of stuff for her picnic tomorrow and a GIGANTIC unicorn balloon for her soon-to-be-girlfriend lmfaooo and we kept teasing about how gay it was. The girl I met got me flowers <333 And she offered to drive us to where my car was because she "was just looking for an excuse to spend more time with me", so we did and then I asked if I could give her a goodnight kiss, and it was a very very nice lil makeout, while my friend waited outside with her balloon LOL. SO fun, I felt cute, saw so many hot people, reminded me of what's out there, reminded me to be more confident with approaching people, informed me that lesbians DO leave their house and while we still don't have many designated lesbian bars, we do have a nice array of lesbian events. AMAZING dyke energy <3 <3 <3

[mwnlght]

hi, everyone! this is autumn (she/they, 21+) and you might also find me at @svnlght ! ♡ and i bring you yet another of my babies: moon taeho, a part time server + university student (major in architecture) that is just trying to make it through (and either be finally loved by his parents or finally let go of his desire for their validation); overall, he's a sweet person with a touch of grumpy and forever dark circles under his eyes. here is profile and here is his pinterest! as always, under the cut there's more details of his bio + plot ideas!

his family is pretty ordinary despite them being sort of rich considering his dad is the ceo of an architecture company and his mom a famous graphic designer, but just weren't much of the parental type.

so when taeho is born out of an accident, they don't know what to do with him but they at least try (not very successfully) until they get tired of that too and taeho is mostly left to his own devices since a little too young.

things don't get better when his younger brother is born as the apple of his parents' eyes, a child that came when they actually wanted one and used the excuse that he was born with a sick body to give him more attention than to taeho (but then things didn't change when his little brother got healthy later on).

so he learned how to be an adult a little too soon and how to look after himself; surprisingly he doesn't really resent neither his parents nor his brother for it and he does love them dearly, would die and kill for them, even if the relationship with his parents is still awkward at best.

was (and still is) a good student with good grades and as much as he just wanted to chill throughout his school years, he still ended up class president more than once and almost if not all of his group assignments he ended up as the group's leader because at the end of the day he's very critical and methodical about things, esp academic work, so he ends up taking charge just so things will be up to his standards. he also has very dependable vibes so people end up relying on him a lot too so in the end he does end up in positions of leadership even if the i in his mbti wants otherwise.

characteristics that he carries with himself to this day. hence why new semester is yet another broken promise that he'll just chill in group tasks and agree with everything.

moves to seoul for university in a way to try to escape the awkward environment that seems to linger whenever he's in the same space as his parents; besides daegu isn't a city that he necessarily sees his life being at so expanding his horizons to seoul seemed like a good idea.

receives an allowance from his parents but still works part time at a cafe to earn money and use as little (if at all) the money that he gets from his parents, deciding to use it only for extreme emergencies.

wanted connections !

classmates ! someone who loves doing projects with him because taeho does most of hard work anyway or maybe someone who doesn't like doing projects with him because you two end up always bumping heads due to difference of opinions and no one is too willing to give in.

rent-a-boyfriend ! someone who is in need of a fake boyfriend for whatever reason (introduce him to their family so they'll be kicked out left alone / impress their in a relationship!friends / they joked about having a bf and missed the timing to say it was a joke so now they have to keep the lie up, etc etc) and for some reason taeho ends up being your guy.

coworkers at cheongsudang cafe ! someone who tease hims for the way he doesn't have exactly the most friendly of the faces even when he's serving costumers (but he's still known as one of the cute servers); someone who sees him off work and is completely off guard when discovering that he has a full sleeve of tattoos since he usually has them covered for work, is also very surprised by the piercings too since they assumed he just didn't seem like the type.

regulars / costumers at cheongsudang cafe ! maybe someone that he sees almost everyday and they always order the same thing so ofc that he's going to memorize their order; someone he realizes might not be having the best day and he's feeling particularly generous so he decides to get them a little baking good on (his tab) the house along with their coffee; someone who sees that he's having a bad day and tries to buy him coffee or whatever instead and as much as taeho appreciates it, he can't really have anything on the clock (but with some insisting, he'll def keep it for his break).

ex(es) / crushes / weird flirtationship that looks more like bickeringship / blind date(s) or not so much blind date(s) / smoking one of us always has the lighter when the other doesn't buddies / anime/manga/manhwa buddies / gym you're the only reason i didn't break my strike yet buddies or even gym rivals to gym buddies / tba if i manage to come up with more of them !

[lumilasi]

UPDATE; Forgot Ava's fae tail. Also decided to add some shading because why not?

I've always wanted to make one of these but rarely have patience for it. I decided to try and tackle it today, and in this case I decided to only focus on what I consider as the "main" characters of NCP.

There are plenty of highly important side characters, but that would be its own set I reckon. Maybe I make that later? That set would have wayy more ladies too, I was kinda disappointed how the "main" group ended up only having 2 lol, albeit the 2 are hugely important.

Curse my eternal struggles with designing women

Also tried to kinda show the difference in the body-types that I've imagined for them, but....I'm not that good with it yet, so the differences with these 8 aren't that big OTL

(Note; Hitomi, the little girl at the end, belongs to my friend @mad-hatter-rici)

Brief intro of each character below for those unfamiliar:

Jurou Alistair Araknos: The Protagonist protagonist, a single dad Soul Eater tattooist, who recently found out he has a half-human daughter from a previous relationship. He's already been raising 2 adoptive sons, but a daughter is a whole different situation... especially given she's partially human.

Caelan Delune Araknos: Jurou's first adoptive son, a sea serpent who he took in after he lost his family & Caelan's adult cousin was unable to take care of him due to mental troubles. Despite not being a Soul Eater, his family embraces him fully as one of their own.

Claude Faylune: A tiger-butterfly fae from a once well-known swordsman family. He works in Jurou's tattoo parlor and is also dating his oldest son, Caelan. While he's got a temper, he's a very trusted friend and coworker.

Avane Faydream/Ava Mantis: A mantis fairy, Claude's coworker. The daughter of an influential Council member/head of a special secret agency called The Shadowless. She knows her dad too well, and does not always agree with his tactics, often getting secretly involved to steer things into a better direction. Knows her father is keeping an eye on Jurou due to his power, and does her best to make sure her boss won't get in trouble with the Council.

Roman "Lupo" Bosco: A Grimmhound and a former mobster, he was rescued from his forced servitude by Ava and Jurou, latter whom removed his cursed tattoo on his neck, that kept him from escaping his abusive/obsessive boss. Now works in Shinji's cafe and is Ava's loving boyfriend/often acts as a guardian/protector for the two youngest kids of Jurou when he's unavailable.

Shinji Yoma: A Dream-eater and an uncle of Avane, he is much more knowledgeable about things than he let's on, as intelligent and cunning as his older brother Kenzo (Ava's father), but notably more kindhearted. Runs a cafe next to Jurou's tattoo parlor and is his current love interest. Often works together with Ava to keep Jurou from getting in trouble.

Ichirou Araknos: Jurou's nephew/adoptive younger son. He is small for his teen age, due to being born prematurely. His mother died of Soul Eater equivalent of cancer, and his abusive father was devoured by her secretly some years before her death. Ichirou is a Soul Eater like his uncle, but also has puppeteer powers inherited from her puppeteer demon father.

Hitomi Araknos: Jurou's half-human daughter. Her mother Saeko had a relationship with him years ago that they mutually broke off due to him feeling he was too dangerous for her; he hadn't been aware she was pregnant at the time, and only found out once Hitomi used her mother's summoning amulet to call him there, as a group of magic obsessed zealots were trying to harness her powers for their purposes. Saeko sadly died during this attack, but Hitomi was saved, and now lives with her father.

[written-in-the-stars3]

Ink

fandom: genshin impact

characters: wanderer (goes by hajime) x yuuki (OC)

prompt: tattoo artist au + modern day au

commission for @nulclear! thank you for your support ♡ ♡

When she first walked into the shop, Hajime’s initial thought was that she was lost and walked into the wrong place. Such a petite and delicate looking girl like the one in front of him seemed like the last person who would walk into a tattoo shop on purpose— though, with all the different people that Hajime encountered every day, maybe he shouldn’t be too quick to judge her.

“Can I help you?” He asked as she approached the front desk, a gentle smile on her face as she gave a dainty nod.

“I was hoping to get my ears pierced,” she answered, tucking her hair behind her ear to show off her bare lobes.

Hajime motioned for her to follow her to the back— with his coworkers being occupied with other clients, he might as well do it for her. Simple lobe piercings. He had done at least hundreds of them this past month.

“Sit,” Hajime gestured to a stool as he brought out his equipment, making sure to sanitize her lobes before making little markings where the piercings would go.

It didn’t go unnoticed the way she tensed up as he took a hold of the needle. “Ah… does it hurt a lot?” She asked, fidgeting with her sleeves.

Hajime had to contain his laughter— not that he found her state to be funny but rather adorable. “What’s your name?”

“Yuuki…” The girl, Yuuki, answered.

A cute name for a cute girl. “Well Yuuki, you’ll feel a pinch, but nothing too bad,” Hajime reassured her. “Lobe piercings are the least painful in my opinion. Squeeze this if it hurts too much.”

Nervous customers were not new to Hajime who dealt with them on a daily basis, so he tossed her a stress ball which he caught with a surprised squeal.

Holding the ball between her hands, she gave Hajime the go ahead. She was still visibly nervous, so best to get it over with quickly.

“You’re going to feel a poke…” Hajime warned before piercing her lobe with the needle, not missing the way Yuuki’s face scrunched up from the sudden discomfort. “One more to go. We’re almost done,” he reassured her, replacing the needle with a piece of jewelry before moving onto the next lobe.

Yuuki shut her eyes almost immediately, bracing herself for the next poke and let out a soft squeal when she felt the needle pierce her lobe. She could have sworn she heard Hajime chuckle and mumble something along the lines of “cute…”

Upon opening her eyes, she was met with Hajime holding up a mirror— her ears visibly red but decorated beautifully with two brand new silver studs. “What do you think? Worth all the poking, hm?”

Yuuki gasped, eyes sparkling as she took the mirror into her own hands to admire her newly pierced ears. “Oh, they look beautiful! Thank you so much!”

“It’s nothing,” Hajime shrugged, a small smile on his lips as he discarded the materials. “Just make sure you clean it from time to time so it doesn’t get infected, alright? Wouldn’t want all that to go to waste.”

“I’ll be very careful!”

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It was a couple days later when Yuuki returned to the tattoo parlor and once again was greeted by a rather surprised Hajime by the counter.

“Don’t tell me your piercings got infected already.”

Yuuki giggled softly. “A-Ah no… they are healing just fine,” she flashed him a gentle smile. “I was actually hoping to get a tattoo this time.”

Hajime raised an eyebrow. “A tattoo, huh? That’s rather bold,” he teased and gestured for her to come take a seat. “What did you have in mind?”

“I ah.. I was hoping to get spider lilies on my wrist maybe,” Yuuki answered, a soft blush on her cheeks as she pulled her sleeve up to show where she wanted the design.

As if she could not get any cuter. “Yeah sure. That seems reasonable,” Hajime nodded towards her.

After a little bit of brainstorming, the two finally decided on a design and started the process. Yuuki seemed visibly tense, her other hand clenching the armrest of the chair as she watched Hajime prepare the ink.

“A-Ah.. i-is it going to��”

“Hurt?” Hajime cut her off, leaving her flustered as she nervously nodded her head. “I won’t lie to you and say it’s painless. But I think it’s worth it in the end. You still wanna go through with it?”

Yuuki nodded without hesitation— she was already here with the design on her wrist, there was no way she was going to back out of it now. If she could get through getting her ears pierced, then she can most certainly get through a tiny little tattoo. It couldn’t be any more worse, right?

Wrong.

It hurt a lot more than getting her ears pierced. While that was quick, this took a bit of time— Yuuki found herself gripping the armrest like her life depended on it. She kept her eyes shut tight so she did not have to look at the needle continuously poking into her skin.

Hajime did his best to keep her distracted though— asking her questions, although she struggled to answer them. But, something about his voice helped her keep a hold on herself. It was soothing and almost made the discomfort of the needle tolerable.

“And we’re done,” it felt like forever before Hajime spoke the words and the buzzing sound came to a halt. “What do you think?”

Yuuki opened her eyes, the tip of her nose adorably pink and eyes watery as she looked down at the design on her wrist— so full of life and colors. “I-It looks beautiful… I love it a lot.”

Hajime smiled and reached over, brushing his thumb against her flushed cheek to wipe away the single teardrop resting upon it. “It was nothing. You did good.”

The reassurance in his voice made her heart skip and forget all about the pain she was in. Without a doubt it was all worth it in the end— not just for the tattoo, but also having Hajime be the one to do it and to hear his words of praise.

“Th-Thank you! You helped a lot. I’m going to come here all the time now!”

Hajime chuckled at her sudden enthusiasm, giving her a soft smile in return. “Sure. We’ll have you covered head to toe in tattoos soon enough.”

[theladysherlock]

Tagged by the Delightful @kazoologist who knows I love to yap, so let's go!

Do you make your bed? Most days, though it was infrequent when I slept on a top bunk or a loft. Which I did for a long time. (What can I say? I like to be tall)

Favorite Number? 12! She's divisible by so many one digit numbers. Also 43, but not for math reasons

What's your job? Architectural Designer! Also an Escape Room Game Master, but that's less frequent.

If you could go back to school, would you? I would enjoy discussion sections and getting to research new topics, but I am no longer built for homework and finals

Can you Parallel Park? Lol. Lmao, even. (One time I tried to parallel park and my friend had to swap me places to do it for me because I fucked it up so bad. And then the one time I did it really well, my car got stolen the next day.)

Do you think Aliens are real? The universe is so unfathomably large that it would be foolhardy to assume that we are entirely alone in it. However I'm much more inclined to believe in alien life as bacteria and single-called organisms than in advanced alien civilizations

Can you drive a manual car? I will be honest with you. I don't think I've ever even SAT in a manual car.

Guilty Pleasure? On the one hand, there should be no guilt in the things you enjoy. On the other hand, watching shitty dating shows with my mom and roasting the fuck out of everyone is a delight and also not an activity I would admit to doing in front of my coworkers.

Tattoos? Love the art form, hate having marks of any kind on my skin so it will have to be a hard pass from me.

Favorite Color? It varies but right now I'd say Green! Previous contenders have been Purple, Blue, and Yellow, and may switch back to any of those on a whim.

Favorite Type of Music? Extremely difficult question to answer because there is just so much out there but I've been Manifesting a Synthpop Summer lately

Do you like puzzles? Word puzzles? Codes? Riddles? Mysteries? Yes. Jigsaw puzzles? No.

Favorite Childhood Sport? I guess Marching Band? I worked so hard at marching band and it was so much fun

Do you talk to yourself? ALL the time. I do a lot of processing verbally so it just kinda comes out.

Tea or Coffee? Tea 100% (Alexa, play Sugar In My Coffee by The Narcissist Cookbook)

First thing you wanted to be when you grew up? Princess! But in a pre-queen kind of way, not necessarily in a getting married sort of way. After that it was Detective a la Nancy Drew.

What Movies do you Adore? Song of the Sea immediately springs to mind, but it's been a while since I've seen it. I should watch that one again. I also really like Arsenic and Old Lace.

Tagging @miss-morland @mothmansbigfatass @bumblerhizal and @the-baessist !! As well as anyone else who feels so inspired to play along!!

Edit: oh my god also tagging my bestie @khan-crete forgive me for my lapse in memory