#she sounded like the tramp stamps

[fazmid]

still losing my mind about my brother immediately clocking the opening act of the concert we went to as a tiktok artist. makes me feel less chronically online that my observation was "wow this music sounds like a parody of 2007 emo/pop-punk who is the audience for this" and not "this is clearly doing numbers in some alt tiktok subculture"

[maraudersidk]

Female percy weasley (persephone) is so good like trust guys.

THE DEPTH OF HER AND GINNYS RELATIONSHIP. Like its giving girl, so confusing.

Also her and molly because mother daughter relationships are heartbreaking.(that one scene from ladybird, the whole movie actually)

HER WANTING TO BE MINISTER OF MAGIC AS A WOMAN!!!!LIKE THE ANGST

Everything is better when its women. They make me sick.

ALSO HER AND OLIVER WOULD BE THE GIRL AND BOY PREFECTS😝😝😝. Like ok i see u. Rendezvous during their rounds 100%.

Also oliver would be prefect cuz he would be the only male gryffindor.

Also her leaving and having the fight with arthur would be 10x more angsty cuz thats his baby girl like she was his first daughter and she definitely was a daddys girl growing up-she wanted to work in the ministry and her dad alr did so.

Also i made up a gc that prefects and head girl/boys get their own private dorms and it has a little common room and her and oliver would sit there at night and talk (make out)

ALSO this is alr my hcs for male percy i just wanna clarify cuz it feels like if i dokt im making her into an object between them all but:

her and marcus having a cute little relationship in fourth year cuz she was tutoring him, him being nicer to oliver off the pitch cuz she asked, oliver watching them and trying to not let his jealousy show. Marcus being perse's first friend other than oliver (who she thought only hung out with her for charlie or because of her notes) him showing her how amazing and smart she really is and fighting any slytherins who made comments abt her hair or looks or clothes. Marcus building up her confidence🤍.

Them breaking up in fifth year (it was mutual no bad blood they're besties) she starts talking to a hufflpuff named daniel (OC) him being a prefect so oliver always has to deal with his presence and be hates it because as much as he tries he can't hate him because hes just so nice. Daniel noticing how oliver looks at her and seeing how she looks at oliver (she didnt realize yet) Daniel giving little hints to help her see her feelings. Him comforting her and being so understanding when she does.

THEN SIXTH YEAR HAPPENS *this one's a doozy* perse was planning on talling oliver her feelings at the beginning of the year (after about 100 letters from marcus and daniel hyping her up - marcus threatening to beat him up and daniel sayung she should get chocolates). BUT when she was about to talk to him when they got bsck to school she sees oliver accepting a date from a girl named Sophie (sephie-sophie, see what i did there) in the year below, her running away and ignoring oliver for as long as she can. Perse befriending roger davies and they decide on a no strings attached (daniel did not approve, marcus found it hilarious and asked to join). Oliver goes ok the date but ends up rambling about perse for most of it ("shes so smart", "her hair is so pretty", "shes so helpful with my quidditch plays") sophie trying to ignore it until she can't and confronts him about it at the end of the date. Oliver apologies like crazy and end up spilling the past six years to sophie (shes too nice for her own good). They end uo with a weird tension between them up until right before Christmas break they make up and give each other gifts (no confession yet). Atp roger is just perse's theapist and gives her advice while they slack off on rounds to sneak to the kitchen. Near the end of the year the stress of exams and just generally everything that happened that year and penny (roger introduced penny and perce and they're THAT duo) they end up blowing up on each other and cue angry love confession.

I don't have all of this thought out but this was a very very summurised version of what happened (theres sm more angst for perce😁) this was supposed to be a trans perce psot but turned into perciver. What can is say guys they have me in a chokehold.

I might talk more about this cuz shes consuming me and she's so me. Sorry for the rant🤷🏻‍♀️

[mlady-magnolia]

HEAR ME OUT

MI GIRLS WITH TATTOOS 🤭🤭

FUCK YEAH MI GIRLS WITH TATTOOS

[qcomicsy]

a list of funniest things jason todd could do:

slowly steal the parts of the batmobile and reassemble it elsewhere, then pull up next to bruce in his own second secret batmobile

become a lawyer and get joker setenced to the death penalty - bonus is that he completes college and gets a degree which bruce never did and alfred is proud beyond the gravethat one of his grandkids actually completed college

change bruces name to "free trires" in his phone contacts

call time the wrong name everyday, but it starts of sounding like a genuine mistake (tom, jim ect) and slowly gets further and further away from the original (jimothy, jeremy, dave, the dogs name)

dye his hair red, claim he was an original red head and then gaslight the family into believing bruce made him dye his hair black to look more like dick and be a replacement

come out as gay and claim to be the only gay member of the batfamily and when tim tries to say something to dispute it he just hits him with "who are you again? the computer guy or smthing?"

could also come out as poly and roll up to family dinners with more than one partner and if someone says something about it, he just says "mad cuz i got TWO more partners than you huh. lonesome bitch."

feel free to add on

LMAAAAOO THIS IS GREAT

Let's go.

Made a carbon copy of Batman and spread in strategic places on the Batcave, Tim's boat, Clock Tower, Duke's nest and Dick's house. (He almost killed them)

(One of Dick's colleagues saw it and he had to lie he was this die hard Batfanboy, his ego never recovered until today.)

Stole Tim's mug and placed on Damian's room, stole Damian's mug and placed on Tim's boat then proceeded to visit the Manor until he hard the scream of the fight he planted between them;

When he saw Bernard for the first time he said "Whoa Timmy you move on fast, this one is Terry right?";

Did a Tramp Stamp tattoo;

Slut shames Dick every chance he gets (this one is actually cannon);

Shot Dick's phone;

Every Christmas shows up with a different Outlaws member and affirms that's his partner

Dated an arrow to piss of his dad, when Bruce got over it proceeded to date a lantern instead;

Never told no one other than Dick he's actually in a stable relationship with Artemis because he refuses to swap Bruce's horrified reaction to a normal one;

Gave Bernard the shovel talk;

When he bumped with Selina after the (failed) marriage and she teased him on how he didn't gave her shit for it he just answered "No, no I get it"

Purposely brings Harley to bat reunions under the bullshit "She's my therapist" when the bats bother him, knowing his therapy with Harley only count when they're at her office;

Told every one he's Harley's adopted kid (actually Harley was the one to say that once when she was drunk and he just went along with it);

Exchanged Bernard's number to Kon's in Tim's cell phone and vice-versa;

Left his Mustache grow and showed up as Matches Malone in one of Wayne's Gala;

Lied he was actually a Titan but they kicked him out because Dick's is an asshole;

Stoled Signal's Patrol Lunch;

Stole's Spoiler's lunch;

Brought alcohol to manage going through their family gathering when he was caught he blamed on Tim;

(He thought about blaming on Dick but he knew Dick would just go along with it)

Everytime Dick, Barbara and Bruce call him he answers with "He's dead";

Introduced Tim to the Outlaws with "That's Robin they found him on the thrash"

Showed up to Barbara's job dropped a "Hi mom" as a greeting then proceeded to laugh his ass off while Barbara tried o explain to her coworkers that that tank of a man wasn't her child;

Told Dick Talia adopted him;

Told Talia Dick adopted him;

Told Damian that if Batman dies he's going to adopt him out of spite;

[luveline]

lovely jade if you were ever in the mood to write something for remus/reader where maybe they’re out with their friends and reader can tell that remus’ pain is flaring up but he doesn’t want to draw attention to it so she nudges him to lean on her i would be forever indebted to you

Remus has a strange laugh. It doesn't quite match his voice, which is unusual too. Sometimes he chuckles but mostly he giggles, this stringing, sweet sound as he grasps your hand or your arm or your elbow. And you love hearing it, laughing yourself at Sirius’ dirty joke, but you almost wince at the amount of weight he leans into you. It's over as soon as it began, he's moving away, his smile fading with his laugh. 

You shouldn't be standing up, but the pub hadn't had a table and no one wanted to go home yet. You're waiting for an opening, a pitcher of Blue Lagoon between you all and a couple of bags of pork scratchings to ignore. Remus isn't made to stand this long, but it's not like him to mention it. 

His jeans are starched under your fingers as you put a hand on his hip. He raises his eyebrows at you, semi-suggestive. 

“She asked me who I was,” Sirius says, to Lily's disgust, and James’ poorly hidden amusement, “and I didn't have the heart to tell her. Remus ended up telling her we'd met before at a party–” 

“Is this true?” you ask, standing closer to him than you need to. 

He stares at you for a little while. Not long enough to be awkward, but longer than most people would pause. “I did feel a bit sorry for her, but she was lucky, really. Who'd want to remember a night with Pads?” 

“Don't say it like that! I didn't touch the poor girl beyond helping her put a new shirt on. Such an unfortunate tattoo, that… It'd look nice on you, though,” Sirius says, grinning at James encouragingly. 

“Think so?” James asks. 

Lily protests this idea very loudly. James would not suit that kind of tattoo, and Remus should probably put a stop to it; Sirius’ power of persuasion multiplied by the danger of friendship (i.e. egging each other on relentlessly) could genuinely result in James getting a tramp stamp of the Welsh dragon before the night ends. 

He's distracted, is all. Shifting from foot to foot, pulling his arms behind his back to prompt a click he won't get. You nudge him gently, and when he meets your eyes, you lean toward him deliberately with your shoulder clear for the grabbing. At the same time, you press your arm behind his back. 

Miraculously, he accepts the offer of support. Remus wraps an arm around your shoulder and lets the majority of his weight rest on your centre of gravity, exhaling through his nose. 

“Am I too much?” he asks, turning his head from his friends, his breath warming the shell of your ear. 

“No. Lean on me as much as you want to.” Want, you say, rather than need. 

Remus will appreciate the difference. He sighs as the pain in his back starts to ease off. If anyone were to look at you both, they wouldn't see you supporting him, just a lovers hug. You kiss his cheek a couple of times all squished together —one kiss or multiple?— before you lean away to brush soft strands of his hair behind his ear. “You okay?” you ask. 

“I'm okay,” he says with a nod, a real grin on his lips as he does as you'd done, kissing your cheek. “I'm too tired for this. Do you think James can afford laser tattoo removal?” 

[reysdriver]

Hey darlin'! I just saw your one-shots and i REALLY love them!! I need morr about Eddie with Hopper!Reader <33 Please!! A fluff or a smut where the Reader have to deal with her father. Hope you can answer. Have a nice day!! ✨️

-🩷

You and Eddie try to have a chill night in, but it's difficult when you have the world's most paranoid chief of police as a father — eddie x fem!hopper!reader fluff

warnings: none

words: 1.2k

a/n: thanks for submitting a request! I'm sorry it took so long, I've been so busy lately, and I'm sorry I couldn't figure out how to end it lmao but I really hope you like this fic!!

Even though your dad knew about you and Eddie dating, he was definitely not as okay with it as you would have hoped, but honestly more than you had expected. 

He had met Eddie a few times since he found out you were in romantic cahoots with the familiar criminal, and despite your fears, they had gotten along quite well despite their history and their differences. But no matter how many things they actually had in common, no father would fully trust Eddie Munson to be alone with his little girl. 

“Door open three inches!” Your dad called from the couch. “You know the rules!”

You rolled your eyes, standing up from the bed to open the door to Hopper’s liking. 

The door was open three inches, and you swore that it was the draft causing the door to move slightly, but you knew your dad would never believe you. 

“Seriously, Dad?” You asked him. 

“Rules are rules.” He confirmed. “If you don’t like it, then the boyfriend can go.”

You let out a heavy, dramatic sigh before returning to your boyfriend, who was currently sketching out a Dungeons and Dragons character based on you for his new campaign. 

Eddie looked up from his paper when you sat back down next to him. “You can do a lot with three inches, you know?”

You put a finger over his mouth—which he playfully tried to bite—and you shushed him while holding back a laugh at his incredibly stupid, albeit funny, joke. 

“He’s gonna hear you, and he’s gonna drag you out of here. Keep drawing.”

He put the finishing touches on his design, then let out a sound of satisfaction over it before turning the notebook so you could see it better. 

“I think I did pretty good.” Your boyfriend proclaimed. “She’s almost as pretty as you.”

Oh, how you lucked out with this mysterious dork. You thanked him by pressing a quick kiss on his cheek before your dad became suspicious of you two once again. 

“You think I should get it as some ink?” Eddie asked you. 

“Like, you want to get it tattooed?”

Eddie nodded, eyes going back and forth between you and the cartoon version of you that he just made. 

“Absolutely not.” You replied. 

“What? Why not? Do you not love me enough to let me tattoo you on me?”

He was ridiculous, staring at you with big, fake puppy dog eyes and a pleading lip. 

“Of course I love you, but as your girlfriend, I also need to stop you from doing stupid things.”

“What if I keep your tattoo separate from the creepy skulls and spiders?”

Well, that was an offer you almost couldn’t refuse. Even though it was tempting, you would never let him know that he can get to you like that, so you played it cool.

“Ask me again in a year.”

His face erupted into a devilish smile and he held his hands to his chest like a cartoon character in love. 

“I’m getting a tramp stamp of my girlfriend in a year!”

Before you could protest his proclamation, he pulled you into his arms in what you hoped was just a teasing gesture rather than a genuine expression of excitement for something you were certainly not going to let happen. 

Just a second later, your dad cleared his throat very pointedly, which practically frightened you out of your boyfriend’s arms. 

“El wants to watch a movie.” He announced. “Come watch with us.”

You sat up and shook your head lightly. “Um, no thanks, Dad. We’ll pass on that.”

Your dad raised an eyebrow and looked at Eddie’s arm around your waist. “You have something better to do?”

It was at that point that you knew him telling you about your sister and the movie was an order, not an invitation. You bit the inside of your cheek and luckily, Eddie spoke up before you could say something snarky. 

“A movie sounds great, chief. Count us in.”

“Good.” Hopper said curtly before turning around to the living room. 

Eddie stood up and started teasingly pulling you off the bed. You laid down and let out an annoyed groan, resisting his attempts to move you. 

“C’mon, babe, movie time.” Eddie encouraged. 

“It’s just gonna be The Wild Bunch. That’s one of their favourite movies and I know El’s been wanting to see it again lately.” You mumbled. “I’d much rather stay here with you.”

“Well, your dad might never let me back in your house if he thinks I’m trying anything with his daughter in the other room, so we have to. Plus, I like The Wild Bunch too.”

Your face formed an exaggerated frown as you finally got up off the bed. 

Eddie smiled and escorted you to the living room. And although you had just started to build up excitement within you for this movie night, it already got worse. 

El was in her favourite recliner—the VHS case for The Wild Bunch was on her lap, you called it—but your dad had plopped himself down in the exact middle of the couch. Not only did you have to watch a movie with your family instead of chilling with your boyfriend, but you couldn’t even sit next to him because your dad hates the idea of you having fun. 

Before you knew it, you were in a full on stare-down with the Hawkins chief of police. 

“Take a seat.” He said passive aggressively. 

“I want to sit next to Eddie, Dad. Could you move over?”

He shook his head. “I’m not falling for any of your tricks. I was a teenager once.”

“Yeah, like a thousand years ago.” You mumbled. 

The comment was quiet but your dad still heard it. 

“Careful, any attitude and I’ll assume it came from the moron and he won’t be allowed back in the house.”

You looked over at Eddie with a defeated expression on your face. He looked back at you, sympathetic and willing to comply—the latter was a complete switch from his normal mood.

Your boyfriend understood completely why your dad was worried about you and Eddie dating, but that didn’t mean he was happy about it. Of course, Eddie was willing to do whatever he could to seem like the boyfriend every parent would want for their daughter—he really was, some people just couldn’t look past the exterior shell to see it—so he held his tongue and went along with anything. 

The two of you sat down on opposite sides of the couch, separated by your relentless father. 

“Alright, El, play the movie.” Hopper said. 

He then leaned back and kept his eyes on the television in front of you all. 

Eddie soon caught your gaze from across the couch, and he stretched his arm behind his head, oh so conveniently placing it a few inches from your shoulder.

You grinned at him, keeping it subtle, and took his hand in yours. 

The two of you watched the rest of the film like that, holding hands in that slightly uncomfortable way, and the night wasn’t as insufferable as it seemed like it was going to be. All thanks to Eddie, of course.

[rafesangelita]

do you think your !reader’s have any tattoos, what kind do they have if they do ?? ( also totally not asking because i’m going to get a tattoo and need inspos from u..) <3

i don’t write any of my !readers with tattoos but if anyone ever wants to imagine them with some that’s always welcomed <3 BUT tattoos that i think the !readers have?? let’s see..

bambi!reader: definitely a small fawn, maybe some flowers, her favorite book quote in a dainty font, omg and i can totally see her getting some fawn print done on a small section of her body

sheep!reader: one of those 60’s art inspired cartoon sheep (like this), rafe would also manipulate her into getting his initial somewhere (pls don’t do this lolll), hmm and maybe a precious moments piece on her thigh or wherever it’s visible

latina!kook!reader: i could see her having a huge orchid piece running down her spine, or even a hibiscus flower behind her ear

bitchy!kook!reader: oooo she has to have ‘ultraviolence’ in cursive tattoed on the side of her hand (inspired by lana’s album), i also feel like she might have a tattoo on the inside of her lip that says something like ‘lucky you’

bitchy!pogue!reader: she would have a tramp stamp and a playboy bunny tattoo for sure

kook!sweetheart!reader: bows.

farmer’sdaughter!reader: cherries for her cow named cherry, a dainty cowboy boot, hmm and maybe a vintage pin up cowgirl on her arm

pogue!sweetheart!reader: this might sound silly but a cookie or a cupcake is something i could see her having somewhere lol, omg and definitely ‘sweetheart’ in a pretty font is something she would also have <3

[tan1shere]

Tattoos

A/n: Was just listening to Agora Hills when I just had to write a little something about it - sorry if this isn't the best. Have this while I work on her favorite. I didn't know what to do at the end 😔

Warnings - smuttyish content ?! || masterlist

You thought you hid it well but you guess not. You were currently on your way home from a long shift at work. It was currently 8 pm. You open the door to your home and head in. You see her standing there infront of you, loose sweats and a loose button up shirt. She had done a few things today so probably just wanted to be comfortable with that and the sweatpants on. You look at her confused on why she's just standing there. "Hi babe." You say with caution. "Licking on her tattoos, or even my own." Whyd that sound so familiar.

"Maybe hitting and smacking too." Your face stays the same, utterly confused. "Hello to you to?" You walk further in when she flashes a black book. Your sex book. It was just some silly thing you had written in for laughs, even if deep down those were some actual fantasies of yours. "Oh..." How'd she even find it. You don't even remember where you last put it, it had been that long. "Got home earlier today and wanted to clean our room a bit. Then found this. Is it true?" You didn't know whether to feel embarrassed or nervous.

Her head tilts at you and that's when your nerves kicked in. Billie would never ever make you feel embarrassed over anything. "They might be." You fiddle with your fingers. "Yeah? You wanna lick my tattoos? The one on my spine." Your throat closes that was the exact one you were thinking of. That and the one on her upper. Upper. Thigh. "Where else?" She walks over to you slowly. "I uhm.. uh-" "My thigh one?" You look into her eyes, hers were droopy. "You didn't read it all right?" She smirks.

How dumb could you be right now. "Sure did baby. Got some interesting desires in here." Your head spins at the closeness, her lips being so close to your own. "You know, I think I wanna lick on that one tattoo of yours. You know what one I'm talking about. It's almost like mine." You gulp loudly. You had a tramp stamp on your lower back, she was talking about that. "You can.." You quietly utter. "Can I?" Her tone was mocking. You stay quiet. "I mean, i was planning to do so anyway." Then suddenly you were being slung over her shoulder. Heading straight for the bedroom. She lays you down, hovering over you hungrily.

Your breath catches as she hastily takes your pants off. Her hands reach to lift your shirt up a bit. "Bills." You sigh out, really wanting to be the one to kiss her dragon tat. "Patience, I'll give you what you want." You let out an annoyed whine, wanting to now. "Hey hey, don't be like that. Just want to admire you first. Then I'm all yours." You nod slowly, taking in her words. Calming down just slightly as her fingers run over your body. But you get impatient again.

"Baby let me lick on your tattoos."

She smirks at you as you say that, grabbing your waist and flipping you so you're straddling her. Your hands retract to the sides of her stomach. She smiles up at you. "Go on then, take my pants off." You gladly obey, starting to pull them both off. Your eyes land right on the tattoo, big and beautiful. Her hand cups your jaw. Swiping some drool that had escaped in the process. "Look at you, such a mess already and we haven't even started. Cute." She smirks at you, loving how your face relaxes into your hand like putty. "Go on baby, know you're dyin for it."

You nod yet again, moving your face to her thigh, your tongue darting out and licking slightly over the ink. She watches you intently, moving her hand into your hair, lacing it throughout. "That's it.." She says more so to herself. But you clearly hear it. Going mental inside. It made you wonder what else she'd be willing to do in the dumb little book of yours. Your tongue eagerly moves all over the dragon, slowly becoming dazed as you can smell her so close, your head moves. Going to just have a little lick but she grabs your face. "Just the tattoo." She was messing with you.

She knew how badly you wanted to taste her with your raging oral fixation. "But please.. The smells going to my head." You whine. She chuckles at you, faking a sad look. "Naww, is it making that stupid brain go fuzzy?" Another nod. "Shame, tattoo. Keep doing what you were doing." She was so tempting, you just wanted to have a little lick of her. But you adored how much she was enjoying the show of your licks on her tattoo. It was different for the both of you, something simple yet still effective. "There you go, so good at listening huh?" Your teeth retract going to bite, she lets out a breath but she sure as hell enjoyed the action. Biting her lip in the process.

You may not of gotten a taste of her that night but she got a taste of an amazing show.

[suguae]

"My doberman boy..."

G. Suguru x f!reader.

-jus a short lil drabble :3

Many people thought it was joke when they found out you and Suguru were a thing.

Suguru; covered in tattoos, piercings, smokes, mean and quiet.

Meanwhile you were the polar opposite.

Nails done differently every week, obviously with your boyfriends money. How could he say no? Always out, dragging Suguru along...even if he hated it.

Always getting the attention of men just by existing, until they see scary Geto walking behind you. Giving them looks that clearly said 'She's mine'.

"How did you even pull her?" Satoru always teases.

"fuck..." He mutters watching your head bob. That pretty mouth taking his dick so well. Lewd noises coming out of your mouth as he pushes your head deeper and deeper.

Your moans sending vibrations down Suguru's dick. "Love the way you take it so well baby..." Lifting your head up by your hair. Mouth drooling with saliva as you smiled at him.

"Fuck me..." You pant trying to catch your breath due to the lack of air.

"F..Faster sugu!" You whine as he had you bent over the kitchen counter. Sounds of his dick constantly sliding in and out of your pussy, his hips bucking into your fat ass.

He makes sure to play around with them because how could he not. That sexy tramp stamp with his name on it, he smirks every time he gives you back shots. You belonged to him and only him.

Your whiney moans taking over his ears while he thrust faster into you, "F..sugu am cummin~" He moans as he feels your warm liquid fill up your pussy.

"Sugu cum..inside me." He did not need to be told twice. You hated being on birth control so you rarely let him cum inside you. But tonight was definitely his lucky night.

"You don't know what you do to me y/n." You feel his semen spill inside your pussy. His dick had you down bad for him.

Now kneeling in front of him licking his tip like a kitten. Suguru cursing under his breath as you pump a little more. Another smaller load bust out onto your tongue.

"I love your dick..." you smile after swallowing his salty load.

"With this dick she loves so much" He smirked as satoru rolled his eyes.

[poebot]

CAN I REQUEST BABES ABBY WITH A READER THAT SEEMS SOFT AND LIKE A SWEETHEART BUT ACTUALLY ISNT? LIKE READER HAS A TRAMP STAMP AND TIDDY PIERCINGS BUT OF COURSE ABBY ONLY FINDS THAT OUT L8ER 😍😍

a/n: oh darling bless you for this one. i hope you don’t mind that this kinda went into a protective abby tangent (can you tell i have a thing for protective abby) but thank you for the request :) IK ITS KINDA LONG AND TOOK FOREVER TO WRITE I HAVE BRAINROT!! SORRY

abby absolutely adored you from the moment she first lay eyes on you at a random freshers week party for your university. she observed over the rim of her red solo cup as you awkwardly let your friend drag you in. you were standing there, stiff as a board, looking like you wanted the floor to swallow you up as she grabbed your hands and made them sway unrythmically to the music. she felt an amused smile tug on her lips, snorting as your face scrunched up in pure disgust whenever you sipped at your drink. your buddy had finally given up on forcing you to dance, running off to go mingle with other freshmen and leaving you to fend for yourself. she frowned.

you were the cutest little thing she’d ever seen. too good and pure for this dingy place, and certainly too good for the slimy frat bro she watched approach you, grabbing your hips from behind and leaning down to whisper in your ear. abby watched you visibly cringe away from his touch, and her feet were carrying her over there before her brain had even processed she was moving.

she loomed menacingly behind the guy for a moment, assessing the scene to make sure you weren’t actually into the freak before stepping in front of you both. you looked up to meet her gaze and felt your heart physically drop out of your ass. she was the sexiest woman you think you’d ever seen. tall, muscular, blonde hair cascading down her broad shoulders, passionate blue eyes piercing into the creep behind you. she looked straight out of your fantasies and she was smiling warmly at you like you were old friends, pulling you by the hand out of his grasp and into her huge arms like a guardian angel. this must be some type of fever dream. you were drunk or high, you eventually convinced yourself despite only having two sips of the murky liquid in your cup. she leaned down to murmur a soft “just go with it.” in your ear before turning to the guy, raising an eyebrow. he backed off with a scoff, which you internally thought was a great decision considering she was probably twice his mass and at least a couple inches taller.

from that day onwards, you were attached at the hip. where abby went you went and vice versa. she joked that she was your guard dog, put on this campus to protect you from ‘creepy dudes with bad intentions’. you wondered if she’d feel as protective over you if she knew how many nights you’d spent with your fingers buried deep in your cunt, muffling moans into your pillow as you imagined her being the one plowing you senseless. you felt abby had this idea of you as a helpless, sexless girl in need of her constant protection. its not like you did much to disprove it, always speaking softly and feigning innocence. pretending you were unaffected by her bulging biceps whenever she’d lift weights in your presence, low grunts hissing out of her mouth.

until she caught you one day. caught your heavy lidded stare and rubbing thighs before you had the chance to school your expression. you were meant to be studying and abby was meant to be getting an early workout in. instead you’d spent the last thirty minutes staring, your notes forgotten and mind in the gutter. “whats with look?” she questioned, a small smile on her lips. she noticed your gaze ages ago and was playing up her sounds for a reaction, the cocky asshole. abby watched you stutter and fumble for a reply, getting out of her seat to move closer, caging you in against your desk just to gauge your reaction.

“what look?” you attempt, avoiding her eyes. she seemed unconvinced, her brow raised. “you’ve been staring like you want to bite a chunk out of me.” she chuckled, moving her face even closer to watch you squirm. your chest rose and fell rapidly and you suddenly forgot how to breathe like a person. that cocky grin was still on her face, and she grasped your jaw in her large hand to make you meet her gaze. you let out a gasp that sounded suspiciously close to a whimper. she saw the lust in your eyes, knew she was right on the money. this was happening.

“fuck-” was all abby could utter before you lost your composure and smashed your lips against hers, lacing your fingers through her long hair and moaning into her mouth. she growled deep in her chest, grabbing your hips and lifting you up onto the desk to slot herself between your thighs. her lips travelled hungrily down your neck, sucking and licking like she couldn’t get enough of the taste of you. her grip on your hips was almost bruising as she bucked into you slightly, like you’d disappear if she didn’t hold on tight enough. “nnh- abby-” you sighed, head lulling back to make room for her lips and legs wrapping around her waist. “wanted this for so long... wanted you to fuck me.” you gasp out, lost in the feeling of her touch. abby freezes for a moment, staring into your face with her pupils blown and cheeks flushed. “yeah, baby? how long?” she whispers, breathless.

“since i first met you… been fucking myself full to the thought of you.” your voice is small and shaky, overwhelmed at your fantasies finally coming to life. “jesus christ,” abby groans, squeezing her eyes shut like she can see it clearly in her mind. “fuck, that’s hot. my sweet innocent girls’ been thinking such dirty thoughts, huh? want me to make it all better?” you’re nodding, clawing at her arms, desperate for her to touch you. to ease the constant aching you’ve been feeling since meeting her.

she doesn’t hesitate a moment longer, ripping your shirt off of you and unclasping your bra. your tits spill out in front of her and her jaw hangs at the little silver jewellery threaded through your nipples. abby thinks she might cum right now, just from the sight of them. she wonders how she hasn’t noticed this before, considering how long she’s spent staring at your tits when your head’s turned.

abby moans out a ‘holy shit’, latching onto one with her mouth and massaging the other in her hand. you push her deeper into your chest with a sigh, staring shamelessly at her pretty lips going to work. you knew she’d like them. shes sucking and lapping you up like she can’t get enough, toying with the jewellery with her tongue and pulling gently with her teeth before licking fat stripes over the flesh. you’re shaking from the sensitivity, letting out pathetic ‘uh’s, words completely failing you. it’s beyond your imagination, but you feel a knot forming tightly in your stomach just from the stimulation to your tits.

“abs, fuck, abby i think m’gonna-” her mind is elsewhere, completely absorbed by the supple feeling of your breasts in her hands and the cute noises your making. she’s breathing harshly out of her nose and sucking harder, wanting you to moan louder, pull her hair rougher. she wanted to wreck you and your innocent girl persona for good. “mmf- that’s it, baby. knew you were a little slut,” she didn’t. “god you sound so pretty.” your moans are getting more and more high pitched and your hips are stuttering, pushing helplessly into her pelvis as euphoria rushes over you at her filthy words. you cum, still partially clothed, just from the feeling of her mouth on you.

you dig your nails into her hair and pull her mouth off of you, panting heavily. abby seems to finally snap out of it and stares at you as you both catch your breath.

“did you just?”

“shut up. just- don’t say anything.”

[lovelaetter]

JENNIE!! this is my time - not much but i cannot stop thinking about her getting the sluttiest tramp stamp when you tell her not to.

being pouty after you find out when you take her from behind and freezing, while she’s all whiny like “why’d you stop?…oh.”

definitely the type to film or take pictures while fucking - part of the reason why she got the tattoo anyways, cause it’d ‘look cuter.’ her collection in her phone is locked and absolutely filled with the two of you, even has a polaroid pile in the corner of her drawer :(

will absolutely mouth your ear off and be a brat in public but can’t think of her being anything but so whiny when you both fuck. i just luv her small ass and no i did not forget the puffy pussy jennie agenda !!!

imagine being right this many times !

she would so brag about the damn tattoo after you finish because one, she handled the pain so well, didn’t even need you to hold her hand, and two it’s just such a cool design. yeah, sure, she had to stay there with the tattoo artist leaning over her ass for a few hours— would say this just to get a reaction from you— but her friend was there all the time she swears they didn’t try anything funny.

the photos and videos thing is so true, specially the polaroids. she has a bunch she made you take while she has your strap in mouth and while she eats you out, her on all fours all spread and even some that she managed to take while you had your mouth on her, but they look shaky because it feels too good she couldn’t concentrate. but yeah, definitely her favorite is some video that really shows off how dumb you fuck her, like, she knew she probably sounded and looked stupid but she didn’t imagine it was THAT bad… the way she whines and babbles incoherent things, mouth hanging open, spit and tears !! she felt herself blushing hard.

a brat? yes, but the easiest to take care of because i’ve said before, all she needs is something inside her. you got her running her mouth only to shut the fuck up because two of your fingers get hooked at her entrance, just the tips, talking back that turns into babbling and whines, bucking her hips to get more. and of course you had to mention her cute ass and the puffy pussy :( eating her ass, pretty thing spreading her asscheeks for you to explore, twisting and moaning at the feeling of your tongue in her little hole, all while her pussy is also leaking with your fingers going in and out, puffy lips creamy and pink-ish tempting you to just keep going :(

[2dhimbo-mp3]

Naive Customer

Tattoo Artist Uta ft Itori! x GN Reader

synopsis: you had been wanting a tattoo for a while so a friend gives you a recommendation to a local tattoo shop full of ghouls (both of u are unaware of ghouls) — and your on your period.

warning: NO MINORZ. alternative reader, tatted reader, no mentions of y/n, mentions of blood & flesh, implications of pain kink/getting off to the feeling of being tattooed, implications of period sex/oral. accidental needle play? but not really at all????

You look down at your phone, reading over the address your friend sent you, then looking up at the building to make sure it’s the right one. A traditional Japanese sign reading “HySy Tattoos” plastered at the front. You then enter the building, the sound of jrock being softly played in the background could be heard, your eyes met with the sight of band posters mixed with different tattoo-work done by the artists in the studio. As you walk up to the register you notice that no one was there yet, so you wait a second until you see a girl coming up to the front. She was a pink haired girl, introducing herself by the name of Itori before asking you what kind of tattoo you’ll be getting today.

“I’ve been thinking about getting a tramp stamp for a while now. Thought I’d stop procrastinating already and get it.”

Itori’s brows went up in surprise yet her lips tugged in a smirk as she didn’t expect that from someone like yourself. She had also noticed something about you, something filling the air. Itori puts that thought behind her as she tells you about their best tattoo artist Uta, who’ll be doing your work today, she then gives you the general rundown of prices for it, before leading you along the hall to his studio.

As you follow alongside Itori, you notice how the walls went from a basic solid wall decorated in posters, to this plush deep red cushion-like wall in the shape of diamonds, with black buttons in the center. The music gets louder as she shows you to Uta’s studio, standing at the entrance, you let your eyes roam around the room, taking in the masks decorated along the walls. It wasn’t until you felt a sudden hand at the small of your back, that made you jump a little, you then look up at the androgynous male making the contact, noticing his tattoo equipment in his other hand.

“This the one getting stamped today?” His eyes were looking over at Itori’s direction, before looking down at your small frame like a wide eyed cat who was curiously observing you. Itori nods a little “mhm” in response as she just speculates you both. You couldn’t help but be a little thrown off by his lack of spatial awareness, as you notice the tattoo dancing along his neck, long black hair gracing his shoulders and even how cold his hand felt against your back. Uta could feel the warmth of your skin warming his fingertips, as he leans down slightly towards your neck, taking a small whiff of your distracting scent.

“U-um?”. You were a little flustered and confused at his sudden closeness. Uta could sense your meekness, your hesitance, this only made him chuckle and oddly smirk to himself as he removes his hand, before leaning back to glance at Itori sharing a knowing look. This makes the pink haired woman simply chuckle to herself as she just walks away, letting you two continue your session.

Speechless, Itori had already left your side as you were left just standing there gawping at the man. Uta had already squeezed past you since you were standing in front of the doorway, setting his already sterilized tools down. He then turns around to look at you unblinkingly. “So what makes you want a tramp stamp?” Uta questions as he grabs his pen and pad from behind him. He lets his red eyes roam over you, taking in your outfit. Quite the excellent choice for a stamp as well, he could tell you wore something to make it easy to access that spot.

His voice snaps you out your thoughts as you start thinking about all the cool badass biker woman you’d see with them in magazines, and even some of your favorite girl bands had them. As you explain why you want them, the consultation begins. Uta’s pen dances away as he draws out different illustrations as you two go over your inspirations and designs for the tattoo.

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After Consultation

“Omg wow”. You say as your features contort into one of pain. You wince at the feeling of the needle dragging against your skin at first contact. Nails digging into your forearms a little as you try not to squirm under the needle.

As you two had finally came up with a rocker design for your newly awaited tramp stamp, you were propped up on the tattoo chair comfortably as he started working on it. Uta focused on your lower back, just above that place where your low rise jeans sat at your hips. Your arms were rest atop of the cushiony chair, back arched against it so he could get a better view of the placement, you were manspread in your seat, shirt lifted over one arm so it wouldn’t get in the way of his work.

Uta’s eyes catches the tattoo peaking just right above your hip placement, catching that this isn’t your first merry-go-round, yet you still couldn’t handle the pain. You reacted nicely to it though, enjoying the sounds you make. “Not your first tattoo is it?” Uta asks about your tattoo to distract your mind from the feeling as he leans in a little closer to your lower back, holding his hand steady to make sure he’s getting his line’s right.

“No. I’ve got one on my hip another on my thigh, it just never gets easier depending on the placement.”

“Well aren’t you the daring type.” He teases. He only played oblivious about the hip tattoo but to find out you had more in such disclosed places peaked his curiosity. Especially how you were laid out on his chair like this, naive to his kind it seems. You chuckle at his comment. “What about you? Your neck tattoo? That’s more daring than my tats I’d say. What does it mean?” You inquire as you remember the words displayed on his neck, but not the language it was in.

Uta thought about whether he should tell you or not before simply just coming out with it. “I can neither live with you nor without you. It’s in greek”. His voice was flat as all you could hear was the buzz of the tattoo machine fill the room. You weren’t expecting for the tattoo to have such a significant meaning, feeling like you’ve just gained some deep insight on him as a person, letting the comfortable silence takeover with the occasional sounds of pained whines and moans. A faint swirl of your red essence fills his senses once more, when he places a hand at your hip to keep you steady so he could get over this one part.

Uta was secretly struggling with concentrating on the tattoo the way he’d liked to. He’d noticed you the second you stepped outside the building, your essence reeking of something he was all too familiar with. Itori even sensed it, she knew it too. He was trying to ignore it, the smell of your heat, the coursing veins surging through his eyes, the curvature of your back, the fact he could feel your body getting hotter and hotter. the little noises you’d try to resist making everytime the needle would drag across a certain spot on your skin. he could feel every pulse every twitch of your sensitive body beneath his needle and it was awakening something more primal in him. like a shark catching a whiff of human blood.

You shouldn’t have came to a ghouls den on your red moon

The buzzing of the tattoo machine came to a stop as it could be heard being put down. You lift up a little confused wondering if the tattoo was finished, you were about to crane your neck back to look at him to see what’s going on until you notice he’s no longer behind you. Yet now stood tall in front of you, chin tucked between his fingers, guiding your head back up slightly to meet his gaze in front of you.

His pupils this threatening glowering red you’ve never seen before, it intimidated you. His sudden change in demeanor, that mischievous look in his eye, how small he was making you feel, like you’ve been caught like some unknowing prey. Uta slowly tilts his head to the side as you watch how his eyes linger over your eyes—your lips—to that pulse point in your neck then back to meeting your gaze again. “You know nothing of ghouls do you?”

“N-no what is that?” Your voice shakes in fear. But for some reason you couldn’t help but feel planted right in your seat, you couldn’t deny that you were getting lost in his eyes. Uta rubs your chin with his thumb before leaning in a little closer to your face, lips just inches apart as he held intense eye contact with you.

“How naive…” Uta leans past your face to speak directly into your ear. “You know— you shouldn’t have came here on your period, blood bag.” His voice was low as you could feel the chill of his breath against the shell of your ear. “Didn’t think anybody would notice the scent of that bloody cunt?” It was as though your flesh was calling to him. He moves down to your throat, staring at that pulse on your neck, watching how the blood pulses through your skin enticingly. “You outta be careful. You may just run into monsters who might wanna eat you.” He whispers. As if being drawn, he licks a long flat wet strip against that pulse point on the side of your neck, needing to feel that hot crimson blood beat against his tongue. “And what if I said— I’m one of those monsters whose wants to eat you right now?” Uta pulls back a little to take in your expression.

[xoluvx]

mine; young miko 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚝𝚑 𝚍𝚊𝚢 . ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁

𝚜𝚖𝚞𝚝𝚝𝚢

the fireplace warmed your body as you snuggled up to your girlfriend. her arm hung loose around your shoulder. your hand clung to her white t-shirt. you were convinced nothing could be more perfect than this. the sound of crackling wood. the smell of her perfume. the warmth of her body. the way your leg draped over her thigh so effortlessly as your bodies molded into one.

"hey," you whispered looking up at her. your finger coming up to tap her chin. she smiled softly raising her brows curiously.

"what's up?" she asked as if you hadn't been laying here for hours relishing in the comfortable silence. as if anything else could be up. your cheeks were flushed as you laid close to the fire in the makeshift nest you'd created earlier that day. when it started raining you knew it'd be one of those days and what could be better than that? lying by the fire. rain gently tapping on the window. twinkling christmas lights lighting up the gloomy dim lit room. it was all perfect.

"i want a tattoo," you exclaimed resting your chin on her chest. her hand was resting near your face and you glanced at the ink that decorated her skin. you weren't scared of the commitment. you weren't scared that it'd hurt. you weren't even scared that you didn't know what you wanted, it was more so that she was the only person you trusted to leave such a permanent mark on you.

"what are you thinking, mami?" she asked running her fingers along the side of your face as you bit your lip scrunching your nose in fake concentration. if you were being completely honest, you weren't thinking. whatever it was, you just wanted it to come from her hand. that's all you really needed.

"what do you think would look good?" you asked staring into her eyes. you could get lost in them so easily. when she started talking you focused on her lips. you could listen to her speak for hours without ever getting tired of the sound of her voice or the way her lips curled into a shy smile all the damn time like a giggly school girl who wasn't used to your presence.

"you want me to surprise you?" she raised her brow smirking. you furrowed your brows intrigued by the proposition. the arm that hung from your shoulder was now running down your arm stopping right above your elbow. "maybe here," she stated as you nodded stunned by the way her lips furled into her mesmerizing smile.

"surprise me," you mumbled raising your body only slightly giving her the opportunity to flip your positions. you laid flat. face on the pillows as your fingers curled around the sheets. there was a heaviness in the air. tension. tension seeped through the walls as her hands ran down the side of your body. fingertips tapping along your covered skin until they were tugging at your clothes. peeling them off your body until you were completely naked under her weight.

she propped herself up before tucking her hair behind her ear. her lips touched the back of your neck and you shivered curling your toes. even though you were lying next to the fireplace, your skin was cold to the touch. her lips warm on your skin leaving a trail of fire down your spine as she pointed out different spots for your tattoo. you were completely lost in the feeling of her lips and her hands and her hair running down your back. fingertips digging into your skin as she lifted your lower body until you were on your knees.

she kissed your lower back suggesting a tramp stamp and you had to admit that made you giggle and shake your butt; that was a hard no. she only chuckled and wrapped her lips around your skin again before sinking her fingers into your ass. you hummed pushing your body forward as she slapped your ass. softly at first then harder urging you to moan.

she smiled with satisfaction sinking her teeth into your ass before running her fingers between your wet folds. you inhaled before moaning again. pushing your ass back begging for more. longing for more. desperate for her fingers. the tattoo no longer occupying your thoughts. you just wanted her to fuck you by the fire and listen to the rain while you moaned her name.

"i think here would be a good spot," she teased making swoops with her finger on your ass. you buried your face in the pillows nodding desperately. you'd do anything. say anything just to have her continue. your lips dry against the fabric as you breathed heavily. as her finger traced down your thigh then back up. your pussy was throbbing. the way you felt yourself dripping down your thigh was unbelievable. when her finger slid inside your pussy you growled biting down on the pillow. you lifted your ass higher in the air; arching your back just how she liked.

she snarled inserting another finger; biting her lip when you clenched at only two. knowing she was nowhere near done with you. she moved them in perfect harmony with the trickling water outside. you were already a panting mess. breathing so heavy you were shaking. legs quivering. knees bucking. thoughts empty. pussy full.

"be a good girl," she breathed against your ear. a look of pure pleasure decorated your face as your brows furrowed and a guttural moan escaped your body. you almost choked on your saliva and convulsed from the touch of her hair tickling your shoulder. you were nearly hyperventilating as her fingers sped up and her body covered yours. she moved her pelvis with the pace of her hand. you were a whimpering mess each time her body hit the back of your thighs. you couldn't hold it together when you felt a third finger push through your already caving walls. you had to bite down on the pillow, in turn muffling your cries.

"let me hear you, mami" she cooed palming your shoulder. pressing you down into the sheets as you uncovered your face, struggling to breathe. your lips parted so perfectly as your cheek pressed down on the pillow. she could almost see each moan and whimper and cry spill from your lips. she could feel it vibrating through your body as she moved against your ass. fingers buried deep in your cunt. pelvis pushing them further into your tight grip as her own breathing grew jagged.

when she reached down again, her entire body flushed against your sweaty back, her lips touched your ear and your lids fluttered listening to her irregular breathing. she was begging you to cum. she. she was the one begging you to cum all over her pretty fingers and how could you deny her such satisfaction when she was the reason you were so close to the edge. with a few more strokes of her fingers, you unraveled on her digits. pulsing on her fingers as you let your body fall down.

"aqui-" she huffed out of breath palming your ass "-this is a good spot," she nodded before coming down to kiss that area.

"mine," her voice was low as she wrote the word in cursive with a little heart dotted 'i'. you could feel the swooping letters on your warm skin. you nodded desperately approving the tattoo. she could mark you. claim you. stamp you with her handwriting. so what if she wrote mine on your body. you were hers; completely and totally hers.

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[nightlyrequiem]

hello there :] hope ur well!

could u possibly write some hcs of Valeria with a tattoo-ist (?? idk wtf theyre called) s/o? I feel like it would be sweet for Valerias girlfriend to help touch up her tattoos!!! (or forcibly etch 'el sin nombre' into a targets skin ..)

or like, imagine Valerias girlfriend tattooing Vals initials into their thigh? Or a subtle hint to Valeria, like a little scorpion tattoo? Asjjsjsjskk wholesome wholesomeness!!!

i ask u to add a little sprinkle of nsfw .. have that interperated as u will, i wont tell u what or how .. but just .. do it 😈 nyehehhehe

I ask of readers prns to be either fem or gender neutral (Valeria is for the gals, i refuse to believe otherwise)

stay peachy!! 👽

Hi :) I am just dandy, thanks. Hope you're doing well too! That sounds like a fun dynamic to write about

Don't worry about the pronouns, you'll never catch me writing Valeria with a man. She is a lesbian. It's canon, she told me so herself

Valeria with a Tattooist S/O

Most of Valeria's tattoos are thanks to you. She had a few done when she was younger by a few different artists but ever since meeting you she will only let you ink her. It's important to have a relationship with your client. You two certainly have a good relationship.

You did all of the tattoos on her left arm. She has one tattoo that says Lillu or Lilto, I genuinely can't remember but I saw someone else a few months ago figure it out. The name was of a goddess of power I believe. I'm genuinely tweaking because I can't remember. It's a really cool detail though. You did that. You should be very proud of yourself.

When Valeria was eighteen, she got a really dumb drunk tattoo, a tramp stamp. Something stupid like a pig. She thinks it's supposed to be a pig anyway. The artist did a terrible job. You had the fun job of covering up. A little scorpion, as is her self-acclaimed symbol. You gave yourself a matching one high up on your inner thigh so she can see it while she eats you out.

That isn't even the only tattoo you've given to yourself attributing her. You aren't supposed to tattoo your partner's name on yourself but it's Valeria. Why wouldn't you want her name on you? You'll just have to never break up, which is fine with you. You got her name tattooed right under your left breast. Right (More of an approximation.) where your heart is.

You tattoo her men too. They make up most of your clientele and are quite respectful. Not like they have much of a choice. It's no secret who you belong to, and they know if they don't act right, they'll have hell to face. You still overcharge the ones you don't like though. A few times Valeria has made you tattoo her little nickname onto the foreheads of the traitors she didn't kill.

Here's where things get kind of freaky. Valeria gets a little turned on by the pain. She can hardly wait for you to finish up inking and cleaning the tattoo before she's pushing you into the chair and having her way with you. You don't mind at all. Seeing her skin still red and tender after having a needle repeatedly pushed into it does something for you as well.

Also, she grunts when getting tattooed. Just going to leave that here. Imagine it how you will.

[monstersandmaw]

December's Patreon Monthly Exclusive - male satyr x gn reader (nsfw)

Contents: reader with slight Dominant tendencies (nothing adventurous) goes to Starfall Springs over the Yuletide period and meets a confident and flirty satyr baker/patissier who has a more submissive side in bed.

NSFW content: gender and body-neutral reader (only body parts actually mentioned are nipples), non-penetrative sex, reader receives oral and gives the satyr a handjob. Edging, orgasm denial, messy lad (satyr is cis male), mention of butt plugs/toys but not used, desire to tie him up/restrain him but make do with crossing wrists this time, mention of shower sex but not within the scope of the story... left to the imagination...

Wordcount: 7371

Preview

A very picturesque, but ultimately rather wet and chilly, snow had just begun to grace the terracotta rooftops of Starfall Springs when you stepped off the bus and hefted your massive bag further up onto your shoulder with an inelegant grunt of effort. The journey from the city by train had been a long one, and this last leg from Starfall Springs’ quaint little train station to the centre of town by bus had somehow been the most tiring stage. By that point, you were more than ready to dump your bag on the floor of your rented room, sink into a hot bath up to your rather frosty ears, and then collapse into bed for at least fourteen hours.

Still, it had all been worth it. Out of the steamed-up windows of the bus, you’d seen the most adorable houses and buildings flash past in the velvet night outside, many with candles or fairy lights — actual fairy lights, that is; not the electrical imitations you found in the mostly-human-occupied city — and Yuletide decorations adding extra charm to an already chocolate-box scene.

The room you’d rented for the duration of your stay was in one of the oldest townhouses in the very heart of the small, coastal town, and the building was owned by an older lady who’d sounded quite formidable on the phone when you'd booked it. You hoped she didn’t have draconian rules about bedtimes and festivities. Not that you were planning on throwing a party or anything, but no one likes to be told what to do on vacation.

So you tramped up the stairs with trepidation, stamping off the coating of sticky snow on your winter boots while you waited for someone to answer the doorbell, and before too long the door was opened by a short, stocky, homely-looking satyr with thick, curly white hair and massive, creamy ram’s horns coiling around her sheep-like ears.

“Hello, dear,” she smiled, and you recognised the voice from the phone and tried not to let your eyebrows shoot up in surprise. She looked completely different from how you’d imagined, to your delight and relief. “You must be here for the room?”

You nodded and mumbled your name around chattering teeth.

“I’m Rosehip, but everyone calls me Rosie,” she said, stepping back with a soft clunk of her thick, cloven hooves on the hardwood floor of the hallway. Like many of her kind, she wore human clothing — an olive green, knitted cardigan in her case — on her upper torso and only her natural coat on her goat’s legs.

At that moment, a deeper voice chuckled from further along the corridor, “Or ‘Hippie’, but don’t let her catch you calling her that to her face!”

Rosie’s expression turned flat and unimpressed, and she turned to look over her shoulder to reveal a younger satyr about your own age poking his head out of a doorway at the far end of the hall. “My son,” she grumbled by way of introduction. “He thinks he’s terribly funny, but he hasn’t half the wit of his late father, I’m afraid.”

“I’m a baker, mother, not a comedian,” he said, and you smiled as he flashed you a charming grin. “The gods can only give out so many blessings in one person before they decide that’s enough.”

Oh Gods, he was really cute, with wildly curly, golden blond hair and darkly tanned skin covered in freckles all across his cheekbones and the bridge of his flat, ovine nose. These satyrs were less humanoid in the face than others you’d seen in the city, with little sheep-like noses and split upper lips, and ears shaped just like those of a goat or a sheep. His horns were twice the size of his mother’s; thick, fluted and solid as carved stone as they circled around his fluffy ears and ended just beneath them in an upward flick.  

“I’m Lyall,” he added, still smiling at you.

You offered your name in return, but your smile slipped along with the strap of the heavy bag on your shoulder and you winced.

“Here, let me take that up for you,” Lyall frowned, leaving the kitchen doorway and stalking down the hall towards you with one strong-looking hand outstretched.

Read the whole thing over on Patreon now, as well as my entire backlog of stories, plus the NSFW chapters of ShipMates (poly not-yautja x f. reader nsfw, multi chapter) and Laces for a Lady (poly m/m/f bucca x selkie x f. human, set in 18th century smuggling Cornwall), and much more! Plus there's Oats the dad-bod biker kelpie Part Two coming very soon! It's a steamy one! Looking forward to seeing you over there!

[procyonloser]

Adam pulled off his shirt, spinning around for his adoring audience to show off his new tattoo. It was totally badass and metal, he'd designed it himself.

"Cool, right?" Adam asked proudly, trying to flex his muscles a bit, though he didn't have much to show for on his upper body. "It says Dick Master."

Instead of cheers and claps like he'd expected, Adam was greeted by silence. He turned to look at his girls, confused by the reaction. Maybe they thought it was so amazing they'd all just passed out. Instead, he was met with owlish stares, tilted heads, a few were taking pictures.

"You like it, don't you?" Adam asked, beginning to feel nervous. They were supposed to like it, they were made to serve him, weren't they?

"... The placement is just..." One girl started, making a face, and his heart sank. "Couldn't you have put it... Maybe on your arm or something?"

"... No, I wanted it on my back, but I couldn't put it higher because of my wings." Adam responded in a smaller voice than he'd wanted to sound. "What's wrong with it where it is?"

"It says Dick Master over your ass, Adam. It looks like a tramp stamp." Vagie said plainly, rolling her eyes as she noticed none of the other girls were going to say anything.

Adam faltered, shoulders falling slightly as his wings dropped down. "You think it...looks lame? You think I look dumb?" His voice broke as he asked, and suddenly he was flocked to by his girls, who quickly surrounded him.

"No, it looks amazing!" "I bet it was ironic, you're so smart, sir!" "I can't believe you designed it yourself, you're so talented!" "You can be a tramp if you want, sir!"

Adam nodded to himself as the exorcists fawned over him, relaxing again, as things returned to the way they were meant to be. This was the natural order of things, he thought.

"It still looks like you take back shots..." Vagie said flatly, keeping to herself off to the side. Lute hip checked her to the side, glaring at her as she passed by to go to Adam's side.

"You better watch your back. Keep one eye open, Vaggie." Lute hissed as she went past.