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mall fit

[tan1shere]

Baby I could slow down

Ellie Williams x female reader !

A/n: this has been sitting in my drafts for far too long and I had no idea what to do until I was talking with a friend and she helped a bit, so enjoy !!

Summary: Ellie had been your tattoo artist for a bit, you hadn't gotten many tattoos in the past and if you did it wasn't anything huge. But you decided you wanted to get a tramp stamp, til things get heated.

Warnings: smut, mdni. Mirror sex, glove fixation ??? Bit filthy 😇 soft dom Ellie DUH this is me, I'm a soft dom Ellie fanatic. And sub, but kinda confident reader-? Ok that's all 😁

Masterlist

It was becoming an addiction. One tattoo was leading to 3, 6. So on and so on. You had a few tattoos already, but you decided today was the day you got a tramp stamp, you had been wanting one for some time. Only now were you going through with it. You have been going to the same artist since your first tattoo ever. She was your favorite not only was she good at her job but she was hot. And I mean hot. Everyone who knew of her thought the same thing. But she never would look at them like you. You were thankfully a tad blinded by it. Ofcourse you felt slight tension whenever you'd go, but you'd never think much of it. Until today.

You were wearing a white shirt that was tight to your skin, thin. Alongside some black jeans. It was later in the evening and you were her last for the day, which was usually the case, you would always go in the afternoon. You step through the doors, everything was quiet and it was just Ellie there. "Knock knock." You say, soon after seeing her come into the room. "Hey you." She grins slightly. You set your things down going over to the long flat table. "So a tramp stamp huh?" You nod. "Been wanting one for awhile actually." She grabs her black gloves. And you don't know what comes over you but the way she snaps it onto her hands makes you weak in the knees. You swallow, beginning to lay on your stomach on the black leather. "Haven't been in for awhile." She states, grabbing her supplies. You look infront of you, realizing the mirror was right there.

None of the tats youd get involved laying on your stomach. Ellie comes over, taking a moment looking at your curves, the way your lower back dipped as you prompted yourself on your forearms. Her gloved hands come to your sides slowly running along them, lifting your shirt in the process. Only a tiny bit before she goes to your jeans pulling them down just a smidge as you had high rise on, to get to your lower back. "This is going to look so good on you." She compliments. You felt heat rise to your cheeks. You had been just getting yourself sorted that you hadn't noticed there was quiet music going on in the background. Ellie places the stencil on your skin, making sure it was placed good. Once that was all sorted.

She begins to start the pen up, you hear the vibrations. Getting ready for the slight pinchy sting. But in all honesty, it wasn't that painful usually. Her lingering touches on your sides felt nice, in a way almost teasing. "The butterfly suits you." You bit your lip slightly. And this woman looks up for a second, into the mirror. Noticing the action. You didn't dare look back. Everything was quiet in the room, the air filled with something flirty. It was starting to drive you insane.

Eventually there was some small talk, she'd ask about life recently and you did the same. Catching up from the last time you had come in. Her hands softly touch your skin, bringing the needle into your skin. It stung a tiny bit but by now you were use to it. "Comfortable?" She asks. You nod slightly. "Yeah it's easing up the more I come." You look up and in the mirror to see her smiling, yet still focusing on the tattoo. "Glad you come back to me so often." You bit your lip a little. "Yeah course, you're the best at what you do." Her smile turns into a slight grin. "Oh yeah?" That made your heart skip a beat, the way her voice was right now. You wanted to squirm but you knew you had to stay still. Which made Ellie want to tease you even more, knowing you could do nothing. The thought rolled around her brain driving her a little crazy. Her fingers lightly brush your side as she gets a different angle.

Things were quiet, you could feel the slight tension tho. The hand that was on your side now Moves to rest on the curve of your ass. Your eyes go wide at how casually she does the action. It was hot regardless. "Don't mind my hand love, just trying to find the right position." You swallow. "No thats- fine." She lets out a slight chuckle at how rushed that came out. "Just gotta get myself comfortable y'know?" You bit your lip, harder this time. You had to stay calm you couldn't make any movements. But it's as if she was testing you. You peer at her through the mirror infront of you, until you realized the needle had stopped for a second. She was looking right back at you. Your eyes locked for a good minute, when you let out a breath. "Nervous?" She blurts out. You're silent. You're afraid if you open your mouth you might moan. That just makes you shake your head out of that thought. You needed to be the one to focus because Jesus Christ.

"No, just-" But you had no idea how to cover that breath up. Fuck fuck fuck. Was this embarrassing or what. "Going too fast?" That confused you slightly, almost making you choke on your own spit. "With the tattoo darling." Oh. Your eyes blink a few time. "Uhm, yeah just a little.." Great save. She noticed how silent you were all of a sudden. "Baby, I could slow down if that's what you need me to do?" Your eyes meet in the mirror again. "Since this is bigger than you're use to." There was a slight smirk evident on her face. She knew exactly what she was doing. Wording things in such a way. "Uhm, it's ok just new to this, yeah- bigger than what I'm uhm. Use to." She just chuckles again, looking back down at the tattoo. But her focus was more on the way your back was arched. Her brain let it travel to all these thoughts. What it'd be like to see her fucking you from behind, especially with this tattoo. But that wasn't professional, was it Ellie? You let your eyes go away from the mirror, looking down at your hands.

Fuck it. She thought. She was almost done with it anyways. "Well. Whoever gets to be the one seeing this from behind is lucky. Very lucky." - "All done." She then says, to which you move sitting up. "Too bad no one gets to." You say. Ellie was sly, making sure you weren't involved with anyone by that statement. "Huh.. Shame." Your eyes meet yet again, but not before you turn your ass slightly to get a better look at it. You smile wide. "Oh my God I love it!" You beam. "Good good." She goes to clean up, about to take her gloves off when you stop her. "Wait- keep them on." She was a little shocked at the sudden request but did so anyway. You felt bold all of a sudden. "Maybe there's one person who could enjoy looking at it.. From behind." Her smirk grew. "Oh yeah? Who might that be?" You slowly stride closer. "Maybe the one who did it." She looks up at you from her seat, lust peeking through her green eyes.

Was she really going to go through with this. I mean this is her place, she could do what she liked. And it's not like she didn't know you at all. She was still looking at you. So were you, but your eyes traveled to her hands, her own tattoo. Good lord. She soon noticed making her smirk a bit with pride. She liked the way she affected you. She subtly moves her fingers around, she had it resting on her thigh. But since you were watching why not have a little fun. Her arm shortly flexes, making her slight veins stick out. You could feel your breathing getting heavier, you needed it. Needed her. Your eyes meet hers again, when suddenly she's reaching out. Grabbing the back of your thighs and swiftly pulling you onto her lap. Your breath got caught in your throat as you weren't expecting it. Her lips were immediately on yours. This kiss was well needed and hungry.

"Ever since you first came in here I've been wanting to do that." You bit your lip again, looking down at hers. "I think you should totally do it again." And she did instantly. Keeping her hands gently on your waist. "Get back on the table." She says slightly out of breath. "Only if you keep those gloves on." You smirk a lil, making her smirk too. "Yes ma'am." You try not to giggle like a pathetic little looser as she says that, getting back on the table. Her hand came in contact with your jeans before you do, yanking them down. You turn your head to look at her. She examines your body fully. "This will be fun." You smile more getting on the cushion table again. "Everytime I come for a tattoo I always wish we could do something.." You admit.

It boosts her ego crazily. She wastes no time taking your underwear off, gently pulling your legs so you're closer to her. "Mmmm." She let's out lowly. Your head lifts, looking at her in the mirror. "Want you to keep looking into it, want you to watch your face as I fuck you." You felt yourself clench around nothing, getting incredibly desperate for this now. You watch as she undoes her pants, getting out what you've been craving. "Matches the gloves, huh." Her voice made you wetter, and the thought made you close your eyes. She moves over your body grabbing a fistful of your hair, making you reopen your eyes. "What'd I say." Her voice was soft, laced with demand. "You bit your lip even harder. "To look in the mirror as you fuck me." She hums. "Good." You could feel the tip waiting to be slipped in. She does, shortly. Painfully slow if you might add. But once it was all in, you arch your back. Begging for more of it. "Haven't even moved yet babe." But you didn't care at all. You needed this. Now.

"Please." You breath, and it makes Ellie go crazy. She begins to move and not slowly either. In fact it was faster than you had anticipated. She was just as eager as you tho, the way your back arched, the way the tattoo looked. Your curves. She was loving this all too much. You look at her through the mirror, her eyes were looking at your body until then she met yours in the mirror. "Hear how wet you are? You had been wanting this huh?" You finally let out a moan, trying not to be too loud. "God you're so fine, glad you wanted this tat you look so hot with it. Especially in this position." It was her turn to bite her lip, watching as you moved on the strap too. It was intoxicating how this was all making you feel. "I'm so close." You blab, which made her speed up. Your eyes roll back, Ellie swears she could just cum at the sight of you in the mirror. The strap moving in a way that it gets her clit nice, making her groan and speed up again. "You look so good, shit."

Moans, grunts. Whines, were all that could be heard as you both come closer to your release. "Ellie i-" you were cut off by yet another moan. "I know, feel you clenching, mph. You're getting tighter." Your eyes never leave the mirror, and now so do hers. The latex of the gloves come in contact with your hips, sending you into overdrive as this gives her a better chance at slamming into you. You let out a cry of her name as you finally cum around her, Ellie looses it at the sight, the speed hitting her clit still making her cum along with you. All to be heard was heavy breaths. "It's free." She breathes out huskily.

[flowerxbunnie]

Tattoo artist matt 🫦 and he’s praising the reader and telling her she’s taking it really well 🫦🫦 and she gets addicted to it and keeps coming back for more tattoos 🫦🫦🫦 and he’s like ‘wow you’re single-handedly paying my bills, this one’s on the house’ 🫦🫦🫦🫦 and she’s like ‘no, i gotta pay you.’ 🫦🫦🫦🫦🫦🫦🫦🫦🫦 i think you know where i’m going with this

ps I love you 💋

Ink

Tattoo artist!Matt x Fem Reader

Warnings: needles, blood, pain, tension, no smut (yet?? 😏) but veryyyyyy suggestive at times

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Your skin is tender and raw, a soft wince drawn from your mouth as your tattoo artist wipes the excess ink with a rough paper towel.

“So proud of this one,” Alex beams as she scoots back in her chair, the wheels rolling her towards her supply cart. She grabs a roll of plastic wrap and some tape before using her feet to roll back toward your chair. “Let’s get you all wrapped up.”

“It turned out so good, dude.” You say in awe as you hold your arm out to her.

“Did you expect any less?” She jokes, wrapping the wound snugly and taping it up before shooting you a smile. “All done. Keep the wrap on for a few hours. It’ll be a little leaky, that’s normal. Wash once a day with unscented soap… blah blah blah you know the drill. Still legally obligated to tell you.” She chuckles at the end, standing up to throw away her stained gloves. “Come up to the desk whenever you’re ready.” She says before she turns on her feet and heads to the front of the shop.

You stand up and gather your belongings feeling the adrenaline rush a new tattoo always seems to bring out of you. Your arm pulses and slightly burns, a sensation you’d become addicted to over the past couple of years. You’re not covered in ink by any means, but you’ve gotten your fair share, all done by Alex.

You love the way her shop feels more like a home than a sterile clinical office. Tapestries are hung haphazardly across the walls, strings of fairy lights sprawl across the ceilings and there’s more weird little knick-knacks strewn about than you could ever imagine counting. Your favorite is the preserved butterflies she has in shadow boxes lined down the hallway.

Once you gather your keys and bag, you take the walk to the front and admire all the sketches pinned along the walls. Alex is waiting for you with a warm smile as she tells you the total. You sit your bag down and rummage for your wallet, gathering the money along with a generous tip as always.

“You want the change back?” She asks as she counts the bills.

“Just take the fucking tip Alex.” You raise an eyebrow at her.

“You know you don’t have to do that,” she chuckles humbly, shaking her head as she sorts the cash into her vintage register.

“I know I don’t have to,” you laugh, tossing your wallet back into your bag, “I want to.”

You grab the strap of your bag and throw it across your shoulder, knocking a binder off the counter in the process. You let out a quiet curse as you bend down to pick it up, flipping it over to look at the cover.

“Oh, you should look through that!” Alex chimes in excitedly. “It’s a bunch of flash pieces that are up for grabs. They’re going quick, you should pick one out!”

“Oh nice..” you thumb through the pages, studying the intricate artwork tucked behind sheet protectors. “These are so good Alex..”

“You think?” She asks, bending down to restock her glass display cabinet with more tattoo salve.

You turn page after page, seeing traditional pieces like tigers and roses, more abstract watercolor pieces and some random goofy sketches of cartoon characters. You stop when you come across a snake separated into segments with the word ‘collarbone’ scratched underneath of it.

“This one is so detailed,” you say, running your fingers across the sheet protector. “Why’s it all broken up like that?”

Alex stands back up to her feet and looks over the page, her brows furrowing a bit as she adjusts her glasses. “Oh, it’s because it’s made to look like it’s wrapping around your collarbone. Like it’s going into your skin kinda.”

“Oh, sick,” You say excitedly, “I’ll take that one then. When can you get me in?”

“That’s not mine, girl. That’s the new guy’s design. You may have seen him here before? He transferred here like three…ish months ago?” She rambles as she sorts through a stack of paperwork.

You think back, not recalling seeing a different face in the shop. “I don’t think I’ve seen anyone new. It’s been a hot minute since I’ve been here and you usually get me in and out.” You pull the binder closer and admire the tiny detailing of the snake skin. “He looks pretty good.. but I don’t know if I can cheat on you.” You sigh jokingly.

“Honestly, he’s fucking amazing. His card is right there if you wanna make an appointment.” She points to a carousel of different artists’ cards. “Matt… the black card.. yep that’s it.”

You stick the matte black card in your bag and give Alex a humorous warning glare. “If he fucks my tattoo up Alex I swear to god.”

“Just make the appointment, Y/n. He’ll do good, promise. Why would I hire someone whose work I don’t trust?” She laughs and steps out from behind the counter, walking towards the door. “Now get out of my shop, I need to rest my eyes.” She laughs as she pulls the door open.

——————

You dig through your bag, pulling out hair ties, loose sticks of gum and countless receipts as you search for your favorite chapstick. “I swear I left it in here,” you think out loud, gasping as your finger slides across the corner of something sharp. You pull your hand back, sucking back a curse and see a tiny paper cut on your finger, laughing at the fact that something so small can hurt so bad. You reach back in and grab the culprit, a black sturdy rectangular card.

Fuck. It’s been 3 days.

You look over the card.

Matt Sturniolo

Appointments by text.

Come get somethin’ nice!

You pull out your phone and create a new contact, typing the 10 digit number slowly and double checking, making sure you got every single one right. You let out a sigh that you’ve been holding back, deciding to drop your worries, bite the bullet and make the appointment.

Alex won’t care, she doesn’t mind. She wants me to.

He thinks I’m a guy, funny, you think to yourself, locking your phone and sitting it on the counter.

—————

The week comes and goes, the same mundane routine dragging you through the creeping days. It’s finally Friday, meaning you’re risking the integrity of your skin on an artist you’ve never even met before, let alone vetted his work. Sure, he can draw a sketch but can he execute it just as well into your skin? The entire drive to the shop you shuffle through your playlist while your fingers absentmindedly tap against the steering wheel, mind racing with every possible outcome.

You sit in the parking lot, nerves at an all time high as you scroll through TikTok trying to numb your brain while the minutes pass. You quickly peek up to the clock on your dashboard, heaving a sigh.

5:32.

Fuck. I still have way too much time.

You groan quietly and put your phone down in your cupholder, leaning your head back against the headrest and close your eyes. Your left foot taps slowly against the footrest in your floorboard, creating a steady rhythm, pulsing along with your music that quietly hums in the speakers. You pick your head back up and grip the steering wheel with a huff, tracing your hands up and down around the warm leather.

Your eyes follow passersby as they stroll and pace down the sidewalk, essentially people watching. Your hand somehow makes its way to your mouth without realizing, your nails picking and pulling at the skin of your lips habitually. You only notice when you taste the bitter metallic flavor of blood on your tongue, silently scolding yourself as you pull down your vanity mirror.

You lick the wound and pull your sore bottom lip between your teeth, suddenly hyperaware of the shriveled, dehydrated state they’re in. Leaning across your car to reach for the glovebox, you pull it open and grab the lip oil you leave in your car for moments like this. You shut the glovebox and center yourself in the reflection of the mirror, opening the tube and applying a much too generous amount of the gloss to your lips. You smack and pucker your lips, appreciating the way they seem to come back to life, plump and slightly tinted.

You look to the side as you run your finger against the corner of your mouth, cleaning up your work. A small blackboard that sits outside the door of the shop catches your attention, propped up and smeared with chalked in words. It lists the information for an upcoming tattoo fair, has random small sketches littering the board, and lists a social media account near the bottom.

Follow us! @LoveBuzz on IG!

Why haven’t I ever thought of that?

You pick your phone up out of the cupholder after you slam your mirror shut, clicking the Instagram icon and typing the handle into the search bar. You click on the account, seeing that Alex’s individual account is linked at the top as well as a piercer, Darren, who you’ve met a couple of times. You scroll down through the feed, seeing copious photo collages of fresh versus healed ink and videos with music edited into the background, featuring Alex working her magic in the shop.

You scroll past a reel of Alex promoting a clean brand of tattoo healing balms, your finger coming to a still as you land on a video of a man hunched in his chair, his body leaning over as he works a tattoo gun into someone’s leg. You can’t make out much of him from the video, but he’s clad in a stone washed black t-shirt and jeans littered with ink stains. Tattoos sprawl across his left arm that pulls at the person’s skin, holding it steady as he moves the dripping needle back and forth. Though his face isn’t visible, you notice his wispy, umber brown hair that falls forward as he works. Light catches the strands and outlines each wave as they cascade over his brow bone. Scrolling down, you read the caption.

“Matt may be new but he is making himself well known in the shop! Text him to book, slots are filling up fast!”

You scroll further and find more pieces done by Matt but can’t seem to find a tagged account. Your shot nerves are soothed a bit as you examine each flawless piece of art, every one of them so perfect it’s almost like a printed photo taped to skin. You can’t deny that the man is talented. You scroll down until you reach the very first photo that mentions his name, dated three months ago just like Alex had said.

Maybe I do trust him.

You break yourself from the distraction of your phone and check the time again, quickly fixing yourself in the mirror as you realize you need to head in immediately. Your soft fingers brush down the wild flyaways in your hair in an attempt to look as put together as possible. Grabbing the handle of your bag and slinging it across your shoulder, you turn off the ignition and step out of your car, making sure to lock the doors behind you.

You feel the ground beneath your feet meeting your body in shockwaves with each step you take towards the familiar building. In the reflection of the glass you watch your figure grow closer. You let out one last deep exhale as you grip the iron handle, pulling it open and feeling the cool air shoot across your skin.

As you step in and the door falls closed behind you, you take notice that the front desk is unoccupied. Distinct chatter can be heard over the music playing in the studio just down the hall and past the foyer, deep rumbling tones that you can’t piece together. You’re familiar enough with the shop that you feel comfortable going back without a so-called escort, so you grip the handle on your shoulder and begin the walk down the dimly lit hallway.

The walls open up into the studio and the music is so loud it almost vibrates your skin. You step closer to the source of the voices, one of them being the piercer you’re familiar with. He stands talking expressively with his hands to another man who sits with his back facing you, arms behind his head as he leans back into his chair.

“Is Matt here?” You question, looking around the rest of the studio.

The men continue on with their conversation, completely unaware you’d even said anything over the racket of the rock music. Clearing your throat, you step forward, just about six feet away from them at this point and speak up once again.

“Is anyone working the desk right now?”

The piercer turns his head to face you and the man in the chair spins around, planting his feet to stop himself.

His blue eyes catch your attention first, so bright the gaze is almost difficult to keep. But you do, and so does he. He drops his hands down from the back of his head, one of his arms coming to lay on the armrest of his chair and the other stroking the stubble that peppers his chin. The tattoos across his left arm in contrast to the blank one on the right tell you that this is your guy, this is Matt.

What you don’t know is how he feels his blood pumping hot at the sight of you. He does his best to keep his eyes above your shoulders, but he can’t help letting them wander down your supple, shining skin, immediately thinking about how soft it must be. Matt sees so many women everyday, some in very compromising positions, but just the sight of you standing in front of him has made him feel weak. The way you look so innocent and bright, juxtaposing the way you’re standing in front of his sketches of skulls and anatomically correct organs being feasted on by animals.

You feel a wave of awkward silence even through the intense bass sounding through the speakers. You ask once again if anyone is working the front desk, but your voice struggles to overpower the volume. You see Matt’s cheeks pull up into a chuckle as he reaches back around to the table, fishing for his phone and clicking the volume down considerably.

You huff, trying to keep the annoyance out of your voice as you repeat yourself for the fourth time. “Is anyone working the front?”

“I’m sorry honey, we don’t take walk ins.” He rasps as he shoves his phone into the pocket of his jeans. “You’ll need to make an appointment.”

“I have one.” You retort, resting your weight on one of your legs.

The bearded man walks away to his piercing station, leaving the two of you in a sort of awkward staredown.

“Alex is out today, and I’m expecting a guy to be walking in any minute for my next appointment. Are you sure yours was for today?” He asks smoothly.

“You’re Matt right?”

His shoulders tense when you say his name, but he relaxes them as he nods his head. “Yeah, I’m Matt.”

“Oh, well then yeah.. I’m Y/n. Collarbone snake for 6 o’clock.” You clarify, pulling out your phone to ensure you had the date and time right.

His eyes widen and he silently scolds himself for assuming something so bold while being utterly wrong.

“Yeah, here it is.” You turn your phone to face him, stepping closer.

“I must have been tipsy when I replied or something,” he laughs and sits up in his chair, running his hands through his hair to soothe his embarrassment. “I assumed you’d be a dude for some reason.”

“No, at least not since the last time I checked.” You giggle, tossing your phone into your crowded bag.

His laugh gives you a sense of satisfaction, his hands coming up to rub his eyes as he catches his breath. “Shit, that’s my bad then.” He says while pushing himself up to stand, his arms flexing under the tight sleeves of his shirt.

“No worries.” You give him a genuine smile, not wanting him to feel any more embarrassed than you can already tell he is from his flushed cheeks.

He steps forward with a long stride, his frame much larger and taller than you expected once he passes you to head to the hallway. He tries to ignore the way his pulse quickened with the way you beamed up at him moments before, walking quickly to the front desk.

You follow behind, breathing in the lingering scent his cologne leaves in his trail. Stepping in front of the counter as he grabs a stack of haphazardly sorted papers, you grab a pen from the cup in front of you.

He slides them over to you, groaning as he flips them so they’re facing your direction. “Might not be much help reading them upside down.” He chuckles. “Alright, so I’m assuming you know the drill, yeah?” He nods his head at your arms, eyes flickering over the ink.

“Mhmm..” you hum as you concentrate on crossing off and initialing boxes stating you don’t have any medical conditions hindering you from getting tattooed.

Matt watches in silence as you skim over the pages, twisting the pen between your small fingers. He places both hands on the ledge in front of him and moves ever so slightly closer, enough to watch your lashes as they brush your cheeks with each blink. If he got any closer you’d probably feel his breath hitting your skin.

You print and sign your name on the bottom of the last page, capping the pen and tossing it back into the cup. He’s stepping back as you look up at him with the papers outstretched, deciding ogling over you isn’t a very professional first impression.

“My ID is already on file.” You say as he takes the stack and turns to the side to run them through the scanner.

“Well look at you, smart girl huh?” He jokes, pressing buttons to send the papers through the machine.

You feel warmth creeping up your neck and across your cheeks as the words fall from his lips. “I mean,” you pause with a giggle, “Alex is my only artist so I know she’s got everything she needs from me.”

“And you’re cheating on her with me?” He chuckles softly as he steps out from behind the counter, turning to head back towards the studio. “Let’s get this started, shall we?” His voice is quiet, his back to you as he walks ahead.

Matt’s shirt is stretched thin across his broad shoulders, and you absentmindedly let your eyes sink down his arms, following the veins that trail from them into his hands as they swing. His walk is confident and steady, unwavering.

Part of him wishes he had let you walk ahead of him so he could selfishly glue his eyes to your legs, drinking up the way your shorts hug them perfectly. But he has to keep this professional, you’re just a customer.

He walks to his table, gripping a handle and maneuvering the headboard so that you’ll be partially sitting, partially leaning back. “Go ahead and have a seat for me.” He gestures you to the table.

You sit your bag in your lap as you adjust in the seat, a chill running through you as the cold textured leather presses against your back. Matt stands over his supply cart, looking back and forth between you and a few sheets of paper.

“I printed a few stencils but they’re all man sized..” he laughs, crumpling them up and tossing them into his trash bin. “I’m gonna have to free hand it.”

Your eyes widen as he grabs a marker off the top of the cart and pulls the lid off with his teeth, scooting his rolling chair up to your table. “Uhh.. are you sure that’s a good idea?”

“Honey…” he laughs, his head falling forward before he looks up at you with a grin. “You know I sketched the design free handed, right?”

You silently curse yourself and do your best to laugh it off, but you definitely made yourself feel incredibly dumb. Somehow he switched the mood and made it feel like he was laughing with you instead of at you, though.

“Alright… first let me…” he trails off, looking around his table before replacing the marker with a fresh razor. “I know you don’t have chest hair, but I kinda have to clear the canvas regardless.” He gives you a humored smile.

He pulls his chair up, his left hand brushing your hair off of your shoulder and down your back. He grabs your tank top strap with a clenched jaw, slowly sliding it down your shoulder. His fingers feel like jolts of electricity on your skin, like he shouldn’t be touching you, but also like you want more.

He’s a tattoo artist. Alex touches me everytime she does one of my tattoos. There’s nothing weird about it, stop making it weird.

You gulp and hope that your cheeks haven’t given away your feelings as he gets the strap out of his way and leans closer. You look forward, desperately trying to avoid eye contact with Matt as he slowly drags the razor across your skin.

“Alright there’s that.” He spins around and tosses the razor in the trash can, grabbing the marker once more. “Gonna sketch it out roughly right quick. It won’t look as detailed right now but I’ll add ‘em in later.” He mumbles as he tilts his head, bringing the marker to your collarbone.

Matt drags the marker across your skin with furrowed brows as he perfects the curvature of the snake to look like it’s wrapping around your bone. He can smell your sweet perfume permeating from your body, so close he can almost sniff out the individual notes. “You smell like candy.” He blurts out before he can stop himself. He bites down on his lip, shutting his eyes for a moment before he gets straight back to sketching, hoping you didn’t find it odd.

“Thank you!” You beam, “Funny enough it’s actually Prada Candy. I love it.”

He hums in response and finishes up his outline, rolling back to look at it from further away. “Sit up for me right quick.” He instructs and you listen. He nods his head, approving of his placement and sketch. “Let’s make sure you like it first.” He turns to the side and grabs a handheld mirror off his cart. He holds it out to you, his fingertips brushing yours as he hands it off.

“I love it! It’s the perfect size. Even just the sketch looks so good.” You grin as you study the purple ink in the mirror. You smile as you hand the mirror back to him, taking notice of the subtle curve of his lips.

“Great then. Already got the machine all set up and the ink wells filled. You ready?” He asks with raised eyebrows.

The look on his face tells you that you might have bitten off more than you can chew. “I… think I’m ready. Should I be worried?”

He sucks his teeth as he looks down with a stifled smirk. “Well… the collarbone isn’t the most pleasant place to get a needle jammed into your skin, I’ll leave it at that.”

You look to him with wide eyes. You’d never even considered how painful it might be, all of your other tattoos being on your arms and lower legs. “Matt, you’re scaring me.” You nervously laugh.

His stomach does a flip when you say his name for the second time today. He shoved the feeling down and reaches over, grabbing the tattoo gun in his right hand and turning it on briefly. The vibration sounds throughout the room and he assures it’s in good working condition before shutting it back off and looking up at you. “I think you’re a brave girl, you can take it.” He says lowly but causally as he rolls up next to the table, resting his left arm next to your shoulder.

The way Matt’s words fall from his lips like honey makes your skin feel as if it’s being licked with flames. You look down as he flips the gun on once again and dips the needle into the pitch black ink, the fluid dripping onto the table as he slowly raises it toward you.

“You’re gonna have to turn a little.” He almost whispers as he uses his left hand to guide your jaw to the side, giving him better access to your skin. “Alright, there we go.” He leans in as he brings the needle down into your skin, a sharp scratching and stinging pain making you gasp lightly. “You good?” He asks in a caring tone as he lifts the gun back up and scans your pained expression.

“Yeah, yeah.. I’m okay.” You breathe out. “Feels a lot different than arms and legs.”

You see him nod silently and lower the needle back to the surface of your skin, slowly pressing all the way down until he’s drawing the solid outline. He adjusts his left arm and places his warm hand onto your shoulder, his fingers gripping and pulling at the skin to keep it taut. He glances up at your face every now and again as he tattoos you, his view of your side profile and jawline begging him to keep looking. “You can move your head now. Got that upper outline all done.”

You turn your head to look at him, a smile pulling at your cheeks when you see he’s already looking up at you with hooded lids. He flashes you a small crooked grin before dipping his head back down and working on the rest of the outline. You squirm in your chair as the needle moves and works across your flesh, the area growing hot and tender.

You see a thin sheen of sweat forming on his arms under the heat of his overhead light, illuminating every dip and valley through the rolling veins on his hands. His wrist moves back and forth as he maneuvers the machine, his lip bitten between his teeth. Every few minutes his body must become sore because he moves his legs, adjusting in his seat before he brings his grip back to your shoulder.

He concentrates as he finishes the last of the outlining details, sitting up against the backrest of his chair and putting the gun down on his cart. “All done with the outline.” He smiles.

“Really?” You marvel excitedly. You peer down to take a look but huff once you realize you can’t bend your neck enough to get a good view.

Matt takes notice and leans over to grab the handheld mirror off his cart, except his left hand finds a spot atop your knee, sliding gingerly down your calf as he stretches toward his cart. As soon as his touch is there it’s gone. He leans back toward you and hands you the handle, smiling when you examine it in the mirror. “What do you think?”

You won’t lie to yourself, your pulse quickened when his hand brushed down your leg. Your only hope is he doesn’t notice the trail of goosebump he left behind in the absence of his touch. You struggle to find words, your mouth hanging open before you eventually find your voice. “I.. uh… l-looks really good.”

He exhales a small chuckle as he turns to switch the outlining needle for a shading needle. “Let me know if you need a break before I start this part.” He mumbles as he dips the set of needles into the well of ink.

You quickly shake your head. “Nope, get it over with.” You say flatly, closing your eyes. Shading is hit or miss, it either feels super relieving or like you’re getting shredded with a freshly sharpened cheese grater.

“That’s a good girl. All in one go, hm?” He murmurs as he scoots closer yet again.

He did not just say that. I’m thinking too much into this.

You give him a light chuckle and suck air in through your teeth once the needles meet your skin.

“Shhh.. you’re doing good. A lot better than a lot of crybaby men that have been on my table.” He coos as he drags the ink over the raw, bleeding skin.

If it wasn’t Matt you’d be much more of a mess. You’d probably be damn near in tears. But you can’t seem weak around him, so you bite your lip and squeeze your eyes shut as he shades and details the design. Your hands clench the air until your knuckles are white and throbbing, your body needing to release energy into anything other than the pain you’re in.

“Squeeze my arm if you need to. I don’t mind.” Matt proposes, stilling his movement and brushing his brown waves out of his eyes before looking at you expectantly.

You gulp and move your shaking hands to his bicep, wrapping your dainty fingers around the expanse of it lightly.

“C’mon, give me more than that.” He chuckles, “Just don’t squeeze hard enough that I fuck up your ink.”

You grip into his arm with more pressure, feeling his muscles expand and contract under his skin as he moves his forearm.

Thank god Darren left earlier. This looks so… personal.

When a small strained whimper slips out of your mouth he clears his throat, blinking hard as he wipes the tattoo with the paper towel in his left hand. He knows it’s because of the pain, he knows he shouldn’t enjoy the sound. But he does.

He can’t help himself as he finishes up the rest of the tattoo. He finds himself pressing the needle into your skin with more pressure than necessary, enough to draw more pretty sounds out of you and make you grip onto his arm. Enough for you to throw your head back onto the leather of the table, squirming your legs as you squeeze your eyes shut. He’d never do anything to mess up the integrity of his art, but god does he want to. He knows it’s wrong that his pants grow tighter with every move you make, every curse you let out as he pushes more and more ink into your skin. He sees this everyday, why is it affecting him like this?

The angel on his shoulder tells him to get the tattoo done, work fast and get you off his table. The devil on his other tells him to keep you here writhing and squeezing at him for as long as he can. His eyes drift across your sweaty face, your wet baby hairs sticking to your forehead. Your chest rises and falls as he digs in, taking his time to let the needle drag. His mind floods with sin, his hands desperately aching to pull the neckline of your tank top even a millimeter lower.

Your harsh squeeze to his arm snaps him out of his stream of thought, realizing he’d been keeping this on for too long, causing you unnecessary pain. Lifting the needle from your skin, he examines the finished piece for a moment. “All done.” He says flatly, pulling his arm from your grasp to set the machine down on his cart.

“Fuck… that was intense.” You breathe out, turning your head toward him.

“Mmm but you did great. Sat so well.” He praises as he grabs a bottle of cleaning solution.

You have no time to react before he’s squirting the liquid onto your collarbone, a harsh pulsing sting deep in your skin. “Oh that’s… fucking horrible.” You do your best to laugh through the sting.

He laughs along with you, nodding while he lets his eyes watch the droplets that flow down your chest and into the valley of your cleavage. He tears his eyes away and looks at his cart, scoffing when his box of paper towels proves empty. “Gotta go get some more paper towels,” he holds up the box, “be right back.”

“I won’t move a muscle.” You giggle and lean back onto the table.

He offers a quick smile before standing up, quickly turning around and walking to the utility closet across the studio. Once inside and out of view, he lets his hand wander down to the waistband of his jeans, slowly trailing lower to brush over his throbbing erection. He knows this is bad. He’s never had this kind of reaction to a client, and he can’t be crazy. He knows he’s seen you looking too.

He lets his rough fingertips push his shirt up and dip beneath his jeans and boxers, grabbing ahold of his pulsing cock with a slow, shaking breath. He pulls it up and tucks it into his waistband, knowing he can’t let you see the struggling tent in his pants when he walks back into the studio.

He quickly grabs a new sterile stack of paper towels and fills the empty box, sighing deeply before he begins the walk back to his station.

“They were up on a high shelf huh? Had to find a ladder?” You joke, poking fun at the fact he took longer than expected.

“Oh yeah. Had to call the fire department actually. Like when there’s a cat stuck in a tree.” He quips back with a laugh, sitting down and letting his chair roll closer to you.

He rubs the cleaning solution away and beams at his work. He may have taken longer than he needed, but damn if you didn’t get an insanely detailed snake piece. He grabs a package of Saniderm from his cart and peels the backing off, slowly applying it to the raw skin. “Leave this on for like two or three days, you can shower in it, sleep in it, the whole nine yards. It’ll start lifting and you’ll know it’s time to take it off.”

“Hmm.. Alex always uses plastic wrap.” You say questioningly, peering down at the clear bandage.

“That’s because she’s old.” He says matter of factly, peeling his gloves off and tossing them in the trash.

“She’s 35!” You chuckle and smack his shoulder.

“Yeah… old.” He replies as he fishes into his pocket. “Gotta get a picture of this, it turned out so sick.” He pulls his phone out and opens his camera, zooming in until he has the right angle and snapping a photo.

“Don’t post that, I bet I look busted.” You whine, sitting up and stretching your back.

“Well sweetheart, your face isn’t in the picture. But for the record, I think you look pretty good for a girl who just got a metric fuck ton of ink shoved into her collarbone with a needle.” He says as he shoves his phone back into his pocket.

Your breath hitches inaudibly in your throat, heat lapping at your cheeks.

I have to play it cool. He didn’t call me pretty. He’s saying I took the tattoo well, that’s all.

“Thanks, Matt.” You smile, throwing your legs off the table and letting your feet hit the floor.

“After you.” He gestures his arm out as he stands, knowing he has to take the opportunity to walk behind you this time.

You sling your bag over your shoulder and walk down the hallway, feeling his eyes bore into the back of your head the entire way.

Except his eyes bore into everything he missed out on earlier. Your toned, smooth calves and up to your plush thighs that wiggle as you walk. The curve of your ass in your shorts. The way your hips sway with each step, taunting his still half-hard member.

You reach the front desk and peek into the mirror on the wall to the left of it, admiring the fresh ink. You can’t stop ogling at it as he prints out a receipt, walking up to the register and silently watching you. You turn your head to him and mumble an “oops”, stepping back to the center of the desk and grabbing the receipt from him. “Only $120?” You exclaim, widening your eyes as you look up to him.

He gives you a light nod and a shrug, brushing his hand through his fluffy waves. “You took it like a champ. Plus, I know you’ll be back. Gotta give that recurring customer discount, right?”

You know your cheeks are fire engine red at this point as you dig for your wallet, feeling as if you’re taking too long.

Am I being crazy or is that flirting? He’s flirting, right?

You open your wallet and dig out the cash, adding a generous tip to the stack before you hand it over. “I really appreciate it, Matt.”

“Not a problem. You have my number if you need anything else.” He returns as he sorts the cash into the register. He flicks his eyes back up and meets yours, a brief, almost-too-long moment of eye contact held between you two.

You blink hard a few times before clearing your throat and nodding, stepping back from the counter. “You got it. Thanks again.”

You turn on your feet and head for the door, pushing it open while your brain spins with thoughts of your encounter.

What the fuck was that?

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authors note: part two??? lmk 😈😈😈

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[jadecantcreate]

day 18 of legends of avantris shiptober: tattoo/flower shop! additional thoughts/explanations below the cut

i couldnt decide whether i wanted to do kremy -> flower and gideon -> tattoo or the other way around, so i ended up doing both

for the first one, i gave kremy a sunhat (?) to replace his tophat, adorned with an ornamental queen of the night flower; a little gardener apron thing; a necklace; and, most importantly, a semi translucent shirt with bell sleeves and embroidered deadly nightshades (fruit and flower), lillies of the valley, and orchids throughout. i especially like kremy as a florist because hes such a meticulous cook and i feel like that eye for precision and detail carries over nicely (plus he’d know how to curse someone’s entire bloodline for decades to come in flower) as for gideon, he kept his suspenders (of course), but i gave him cargo pants(tm) and a tank top, as well as a handful of tattoos: a sleeve with fire and smoke, a spiral patterned sun tattoo, and a tick tattoo. it sounds random (and it kind of is), but let me explain: so, im brazilian and i cannot stop projecting onto characters about it. we have this expression (“ai ai ai, carrapato não tem pai”) that roughly translates to “oh oh oh, ticks don’t have fathers” — it doesn’t really have a set meaning, it’s more just an exclamation loosely used whenever you’re mildly annoyed/inconvenienced by something (not really, but thats the best way i can put it). hfsskfjksf yes its a cruel joke (iykyk…sorry gideon fans) but i imagine his dad said that a lot (kind of like how everyone has a specific phrase they use often?) and itd be a way to pay homage to him yk…maybe he got a tick when he was a little kid and his dad took care of him…in my mind it carries personal meaning

for the second one, i gave gideon a little utility belt thing (with different small supplies he can carry around, maybe some seed bags?), gardener apron (look google didnt give me a conclusive answer—), and gloves. muscular calves: out. bare for the world to see <3 his apron thing has a pouch that is embroidered with red and orange lillies. kremys design has fancy flare pants with lace thingamajings in the inner corners, a necklace, a black turtleneck top, and a fishnet shrug. his tattoos are a mustache (obviously), an outline of his humerus bone, a raven, an ornate key, and three symbols (a crescent moon, a skull, a teardrop shape) vertically aligned

[justwinginglife]

Cross Your Heart

This is just a cute lil fic idea I've had in my head for awhile now. Mentions of mature scenes but no explicit details, try not to be sad about it.

You were never good at keeping secrets, but for Soshiro, you’d try. 

When you first started dating, you forged a pact of secrecy with him, joking that only when you were buried next to each other would people ever find out you were together. He had too much on his plate to deal with people hounding him about his relationship, and you didn’t certainly didn’t need anyone telling you that you only made Platoon Leader because your boyfriend was the Vice Captain. So the both of you kept quiet, stealing moments wherever you could, sneaking away to supply closets and back alleys to share a kiss, to share more than a kiss. 

At first, you enjoyed the thrill of secrecy, the rush of almost being caught. It added an extra layer of excitement to your relationship. And Soshiro was just as exhilarated as you, if not more so; it turned him on to watch you bite back your moans when someone would walk by, your body squirming and your face flushing, as you tried to keep quiet beneath him. He almost wanted to fuck you harder, just to see those gorgeous eyes widen, just to see your lips quiver, just to publicly expose what a mess he’d made you into. And when you realized what he was thinking, when you pouted, when you whined, when you chided him for being such a bad boy, he relished in it. 

Your relationship was nothing but perfect to him. He enjoyed having you all to himself, he enjoyed watching you reject officer after officer and not be able to tell them why, he enjoyed listening to the excuses you’d make to leave the room right after he did. He’d laugh to himself thinking about how you would attempt to hide it if he ever got you pregnant, and the thought only made him want to fill you up more. You’d already made a deal with him that when you got married, you’d both tattoo the other person’s initials onto your ring fingers together (because it was impractical to carry expensive jewelry with you into battle) and he amused himself with the thought of you trying to explain away the S.H. that had been engraved into your skin. Would you tell people it was the name of your dog, of a family friend? How would you explain its location on your ring finger? Would you wear gloves all the time just to try and hide it? He entertained himself to no end with all the possibilities. And so he was content with the way things were. 

You were astonished to find that for someone who talked so much, he kept a surprisingly tight lid on the whole situation. You always thought he’d cave first, that he’d down another beer, get too caught up in the moment, get too rowdy with his friends, and finally expose every detail of your relationship, big or small. You thought that whenever you got just a little too close to another man during training, when you laughed just a little too loud at their jokes, or brushed against their skin just a little too long, that he’d intervene, that he’d publicly lay his claim on you. And he did lay his claim on you. But only in the confines of his room, when you were alone together. He’d trail his marks all over your body, engraving his desires onto you with his teeth, painting your skin with his tongue. And then he’d have the audacity to be amused in the morning when you had to explain to the rest of the squad where you got the marks. 

He was in it for the long haul, he could keep this secret over his dead body. 

But you couldn’t. You caved.

And it was his fault. He'd say something cute, do something sweet, just be wonderful as per usual, and you’d be dying to tell someone, to tell anyone, to tell everyone about it. Your life was happy and you wanted people to know. 

So when Okonogi asked about where you got your new locket, you whispered to her, “Soshiro bought it for me, but don’t tell anyone, cross your heart, okay?” And when she raised an eyebrow at the informality in which you’d said his name, you couldn’t help but spill everything. 

When Reno caught you leaving Soshiro’s room, and -because he was so sweet and had so much respect for you- he assumed you were there for a training session instead of a different kind of session, you confirmed for him that you were in fact there to love on your boyfriend but, “Don’t tell anyone, cross your heart, okay?”

Then Shinomiya remarked that she wished she could meet Soichiro Hoshina because she was sure he’d be an entertaining sparring partner, and when you confirmed that he was indeed skilled and she questioned how you’d met him, you could’ve said that you’d met in a cross-division meeting, but you told her the truth- you had dinner with Soshiro’s family when you’d been introduced as his girlfriend and somehow ended up challenging Soichiro to a duel that same night. “But it’s a secret, don’t tell anyone, cross your heart.”

And then, little by little, more and more people found out about your relationship with Soshiro. It wasn’t like they were investigating, no one was hounding you for information, no one was threatening you for a confession, but you volunteered the details anyway.  

Haruichi wanted to know what the new tattoo on your wrist was? It was the day you started dating. 

Captain Ashiro wanted to know if you could deliver a message to Soshiro? No problem, you were staying the night at his place anyway. 

Iharu wanted to know how you were so flexible? You traumatized him with your answer but he got the idea. 

And you felt amazing. The weight of your secrets had been lifted from your shoulders; you had been freed from the burden of lies. You were practically skipping down hallways and singing from the rooftops now that your love was plain for everyone to see.

Except for Soshiro. He had no idea why you were acting so differently. He had no idea that even though you’d sworn half the base to secrecy, it was still half the fucking base and could hardly be considered secret anymore. But you were happy and that was all that mattered to him, so he didn’t ask. He just did his best to support you, to keep you happy. 

You almost thought he’d never find out. 

But then he got a raise and you were so proud of him, so happy his hard work was being recognized, that you kissed him in the middle of the cafeteria. 

His eyes widened and he froze on the spot.

“P-Platoon Leader L/N, what are you…” His eyes darted around the busy lunchroom to see if anyone had caught your blunder, but his words quickly trailed off when he realized that not a single soul was surprised. 

Okonogi even facepalmed. “And here I thought we were keeping this a secret.”

Hoshina coughed. “We? We’re keeping this a secret? Who’s we?? Who else knows about this??”

He almost had a heart attack when everyone simultaneously raised their hands; some rose it sheepishly and some rose it unabashedly, but all hands were raised in unison. 

He sighed. Then he turned to you.

“Sweetheart, I think we may need to revisit the meaning of ‘cross your heart,’” He chuckled as he finally regained his composure. 

You blushed. “In my defense, they all crossed their hearts?” 

He shook his head, “It’s a good thing I love you, baby.”

“I love you too! In case anyone was wondering!”

A collective bundle of laughs and snickers made its way through the crowd. 

“WE KNOW.”

[grandlinedreams]

omg omg omg your fics are so adorable😭😭😭 if you don’t mind could do you an angsty hurt/comfort law x reader story about how the reader gets captured by marines and gets tortured, and the heart pirates have to rescue them and get them back to health ??

have a good day or night!!💗💗💗

Hdhdh thank-you, I try!! But absolutely i can!! I hope that this is to your liking!!

[Heads up!: mentions of canon typical violence, injuries, established relationship, hurt/comfort]

"It's not as bad as it looks."

Law looks up, jaw clenched as he prods gloved fingers against the dark cluster of bruising on your side. You bite back a hiss as he does so, exhaling when he lets up.

"They cracked at least two of your ribs." His tone is flat, and you can tell that he's upset ㅡ with you or the marines, however, you're not entirely sure. "From what I've been able to assess so far, that's also in addition to your arm, which is broken. Two of your fingers needed reset, not to mention the likelyhood of a concussionㅡ"

"Okay," you interrupt, "maybe it is as bad as it looks."

Law's eyes narrow. "That's understatement." You watch as he turns to grab a pair of tweezers, soaking a cottonball into antiseptic before he brings it up to dab at the puffy cut on your cheek. "You could have died."

You bite back another hiss, closing your eyes at the pain that lances from your bruised (and cracked) ribs. "But I didn't."

"You got lucky." Law's tone is icy as he dabs at the split in your lip. You watch as he turns to begin cleaning up the supplies he's used.

"Next timeㅡ"

Law almost slams the bandage case shut and turns to you, expression that of quiet fury, golden eyes blazing. "Next time? The next time you're dumb enough to get caught, they'll kill you. There will be no next time, [Name]."

You meet his gaze. "I'd rather die than betray this crew, Law. You know that."

Law is silent as he finishes up cleaning things and packing them away before he gets to his feet and moves towards the door. He pauses there, shoulders slumping with his slow exhale. "I know," he answers at last, "and that's exactly what I'm afraid of."

ㅡ

"I never did get to thank you two for rescuing me," you say as you study the cards before you, peering up at Penguin and Shachi.

Penguin smiles. "It was no problem. Kind of cool to get to sneak into a marine base. Like a spy."

"We couldn't have done it without captain," Shachi adds before he pauses. "Speaking of, did captain give you the okay to be wandering around again?"

Your lips part.

"No," comes the clipped response from behind you, making you freeze before you tip your head back to find Law staring at you. "I didn't."

"Iㅡ"

"Room." Tattooed fingers grip your shoulder. "Shambles."

Your stomach spins as scenery abruptly shifts, and you huff as Law appears a moment after you. "Using your devil fruit on me? Really?"

"Yes," Law answers, frustration clear in both his tone and expression. "Because you apparently can't follow orders. I told you bedrest and minimal movement."

"They're going to suspect something if they figure out you used it to drop me in your room."

He shrugs, arms folded across his chest. "Let them."

You groan. "Law, I'm going to insane. Let me do something."

"I'll tell you what you can do," Law starts, watches your expression light up. "You can do as I tell you and quit being a brat."

You stare, expression going deadpan. "There's no fun in that."

Law scowls before he pinches the bridge of his nose and sighs. "...just do this for me," he says, tone softer. "Please."

You stare and then huff as you move towards is bed, yanking the covers back to slip beneath them. Mindful not to jostle your arm or your bruised side, you turn to look at Law. "Happy?"

"Thrilled," comes the amused answer when you sulk, and he approaches to crouch beside the bed. "Quit pouting, you're an adult."

"But this is boring."

"Try to sleep. Rest is going to help you more than anything." Placing his hand over your eyes, Law can feel the brush of your eyelashes.

"Trying to smother me isn't going to help either."

Law's eyes flick skyward for a moment as he sighs. "I'm hardly smothering you. Although it's an idea, given that you'd be unconscious."

You reach up, pulling his hand down enough you can stare. "You wouldn't dare." He raises an eyebrow, and your eyes narrow. "Law."

"Then go to sleep." He counters crisply. "Or what can I offer you that will get you to stay put so I can work and not have to hunt you down?"

You hum, expression thoughtful before your eyes lock with his. "Kiss me." When he gives you a flat look, you grin. "You heard me, if you give me a kiss I'llㅡ"

Law's lips are against yours, familiar pressure that makes your eyes slide shut as you press back, good hand coming up to rest against the back of his cap. And then he's pulling away, ignoring your whine of protest. "Go to sleep."

"But I wantㅡ"

"Sleep," Law emphasizes. "We made a deal."

He pulls away completely, and you scowl before turning away with a huff. "Fine. Since you won't give me another kiss."

Scoffing, Law reaches to tug at the brim of his hat, hoping you don't notice the faint flush to his cheeks. "And I told you to stop being a brat."

Crossing the room, Law seats himself at his desk and flips open one of the various books he'd been taking notes from earlier. He doesn't know how long he reads for but when he looks up again, you're finally asleep.

[octuscle]

My dad gave a baseball cap and jockstrap for Christmas. What am I supposed to do with these?

I didn't really expect anything else. It was clear that my stepmother's two sons were given plenty of presents for Christmas. Mike had received an incredibly expensive racing bike and Luke ski equipment and a skiing vacation over New Year's Eve. To only get a cap and a jockstrap was really humiliating. But the jockstrap wasn't even wrapped. And it's obviously worn. And it stinks. Why doesn't my stepmother just tell me to fuck off and that they want to celebrate Christmas alone? "Come on, Cinderella, why don't you try it on? I bet it's far too big for your pathetic cock." Luke goaded me. Okay, now it didn't matter anyway… I'll give them the show they want. Tomorrow I'm going back to university anyway…

I go up to my room and undress. And then put on the jockstrap. At first I thought the waistband was too tight and the cup was indeed much too big. But the jock actually fits like a glove. My cock seems to like its new home. It's half stiff and it's leaking precum. It feels so hot. I immediately had to start kneading the bulge. The skin of my hand somehow looks much darker against the yellowed white of the jockstrap. Where the hell did the tattoos come from? I stand in front of the mirror. But it's not me anymore. I'm slim, wiry, muscular. Tattooed like a gangster. That's right, I look like a Latino gangster. The precum leaks stronger and stronger. I can't stop kneading this bulge. I bet the cap looks really hot too.

The family I work for as a gardener pays like shit. At least officially. But the extra income is great. I fuck the nymphomaniac mom at least three times a week. I supply the two degenerate sons with all the drugs they can afford. And the weakling of a father can't get enough of blowing me. The four idiots sit around the Christmas tree giggling. I pop in to see them again and ask if they still need my services. Otherwise, I get dressed and go out to celebrate with my friends. Christmas with the gringos is boring. Only Latinos know how to really celebrate.

You always find the best Latino pics @yeahthatsmypapi

[elliesblkgirlfriend]

Abby with A Black girlfriend headcannons

-Girlfriend Abby who has patchwork Tattoos. She loves to play with the ends of your braids while you trace the ones she has on her arms and legs

-Girlfriend Abby who knows how to cook her ass off. You taught her how to make soul food one time and came home to her flipping some chicken and making collards greens

-She definitely helps you take down your hair. You sit in between her legs and let her do all the work.

“Come on baby girl, time you take your hair down”

-She’s definitely takes care of your hair as if it’s your own. She makes sure too extra gentle

-She always goes to the beauty supply store for you. Knows what brand of braiding hair to get, what color, how many packs( always gets an extra pack just in case)

-If you like to dye your hair she will definitely help you. Gloves and all

“Abigail you better know what you’re doing, you make me bald I’m kicking your ass!”

“Girl shut up and bend your head down”

-doesn’t mind Paying for your hair . Will pay with no problemKnotless braids? Done. Butterfly locs? Paid. A wig install? Paid and laid.

-Definitely drags and slanders racist and ignorant and people with no problem. Will drag them in comments and will drags them in person. Does not care.

-She had what kind of Hair care products you use mesmerized. When she goes on a short target run and she sees the hair oil you use. She definitely buys four…or more bottles.

-She’ll purposely leave her own shampoos and hair products at home just so she can use yours because she likes the way they smell

“Abby stop using my shit! It’s only a little bit left!”

“Sorry, I forgot mine at home” she says with a smile

“Liar. Did it on purpose” you mumble rolling your eyes

-Always helps with your hair. ALWAYS! You can’t tell her no because when you do her fingers always end up in your hair anyway

-Abby can braid girl! Abby you know how to braid babygirl!!

-You both have a matching scarf and bonnet. Abby’s wears hers with no problem.

-Girlfriend!Abby who likes to get matching nail art with you. Thinks it’s cute

-Her instagram is filled with pictures of you two together or just you by yourself.

-definitely keeps a Polaroid picture of you in her wallet. Definitely pulls out her wallet and looks at it when she’s having a bad day. The sight of you clams her down

-She’s not really into PDA. The most she’ll do in public is hold your hand, but in private she’s all over you. If she could she’d jump into your skin.

-She’s a neat freak and when you refuse to clean up your room she’s cleaning it for you.

“It’s just a few clothes” you say shrugging as you lay on your bed

“A few clothes are gonna turn into a few dozen knowing you” she mumbles throwing your clothes into a hamper

-Your family loves her. Adores her. She becomes your moms taste tester

“Abby! Come in here and taste this potato salad!” You mom screams from the kitchen and Abby goes running

-This girl will fuck UP some peach cobbler and sweet potato pie. She don’t give a fuckkk!

“Baby, put me some peach cobbler on a plate” she asks in a whisper so your family doesn’t hear and think she’s greedy

“Abby that’s like…your third plate of peach cobbler…”

“I didn’t ask…please go get me some more…please”

[starstruckunknown-princess]

Magnolia - Din Djarin x Reader

Magnolia (Magnolia) - Meaning: Dignity, perseverance

Summary: Din is blackmailed by Peli into going to the doctor for the first time since he took his Creed. The doctor is not what he expected.

Pairing: Din x Reader (3rd person POV)

Word Count: 2386

Warnings: 3rd person POV, Peli being a bit of a bully, no Grogu, probably inaccurate Star Wars medical practices, Din being mysterious, tattooed!Din, needles/hyposprays, brief helmetless!Din but not in front of reader, awkward!Din warming up to someone, slight touch-starved!Din if you squint

Day 16 is the longest so far! This was supposed to be the first chapter of a series featuring Din and a doctor love interest, but I think it works here too. Also, today is my anniversary with my partner, so I'm dedicating this to him! 13 years together, 9 married. Holy shit, where does time go?

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“I don’t wanna hear it, Mando!” the older woman exclaimed, “Doc, you here? Sit down, would ya? You’re makin’ me nervous. Doc?” 

A modulated voice said something she couldn’t make out as she made her way out of the exam room to the waiting area. Peli was facing her, hands of her hips, but her attention immediately went to she silver-clad form of a man sitting on a chair in her waiting room. His head was covered with a shiny helmet, his gloved hands resting on his thighs, and even though she couldn’t read his expression on his face she could see the tension in his form. 

“Good, you’re here,” Peli said to her, “My friend Mando here,” she jerked her thumb over her shoulder to the man, “has just informed me that he hasn’t been to a doctor since he was a child, and in his line of work that seems really stupid so I dragged him here, you got time for an exam?” 

“Of course,” she said, “but I feel it needs to be said that I don’t usually perform exams on unwilling patients…over the age of 8, that is.” She smirked. And the Mandalorian’s helmet tilted as if in disbelief. He rose to his feet, his full height and breadth unfolding to take up much more space than she’d initially thought. 

“Fine,” the modulated voice said, ”Let’s get this over with.” 

Peli’s smirk read of something deeper than concern for her beskar-clad friend, but she didn’t have time to parse it for meaning as the Mandalorian made his way toward where she stood in the doorway between the exam room and the waiting room. She stepped aside and held out an arm to usher him into the small room. 

“Thanks, Doc,” Peli said, “Send him back my way when you’re done, I’ve got his ship.” 

“Will do,” she replied, now understanding more about how Peli was able to manhandle such a large, broad person into her clinic.

The bell above the front door jingled as Peli left, leaving her alone with the Mandalorian. She would’ve been more uncomfortable if it weren’t for the numerous sharp instruments within her reach, as well as the hidden blaster strapped under the exam table. 

One couldn’t be too careful on Tatooine. 

The Mandalorian was looking around the small room, possibly assessing for threats until she cleared her throat, getting to work mode. 

“So I think we can just run a few tests and do a quick workup, nothing invasive. That should placate Peli, at least.” 

“Okay,” he said through the modulator, standing stiffly in the middle of the room as she busied herself with grabbing a holopad and passing it over to him.

“Fill this out,” she said quickly, busying herself with grabbing supplies for a blood draw and a retinal scan. 

“Um,” the voice said from behind her and she paused, turning toward her patient, “I, uh, I don’t know my birth date.” 

“That’s okay, just an approximate age is fine.” She went about her business, prepping a few vaccines and a bacta hypospray just in case while his gloved fingers tap-tapped on the holopad. When she was finished, she turned and leaned back against the counter and watched him as he finished. 

It didn’t take a doctor to note the obvious power of the Mandalorian’s body, half-bent over the holopad on the exam table. She scanned his posture, the way he held himself as he tapped with his right hand and noted a few things she wanted to mention. With how well-muscled he had to be under the heavy beskar, she figured he had a physically demanding job, and it was then she remembered Peli mentioning a bounty hunter friend of hers. 

He was silent as he finished and passed her the holopad. Under the ‘Name’ field he’d put simply, ‘Mando’ and she couldn’t help the smile that rose on her face. As a race, Mandalorians were notoriously secretive. 

Scanning the rest of the info sheet, she saw he mentioned back pain and bad knees as places of concern. Other than that, she didn’t see anything glaringly off. 

“Okay, this all looks about right for your estimated age, but I still want to take some blood and update your vaccinations,” she glanced at him from under her lashes and he grunted in what she assumed was assent. “Can you take your, um,” she gestured to the armor adorning his thick arms, not knowing what they were called, “arm pieces off? I’ll need to get in your veins there.” 

The Mandalorian hesitated, going eerily still. If she wasn’t mistaken, she thought she heard a sharp intake of breath through the modulator. Tension rose within the room, but she was well-trained so she turned her back to him to offer a little privacy and used the moment to sanitize her hands and pull on a pair of exam gloves, pleasantly satisfied when she heard the clanking of armor being shed and the heavy pieces being carefully placed on the table.

She turned back around and watched him rolling up the sleeves of his flight suit, exposing his  muscular arms up to his biceps and she had to remind herself that she was a professional — salivating over a patient was unethical. With a deep breath she went back into Doctor mode, assessing his arms for easy-to-access veins. 

A hiss sounded from him when she palpated his inner elbow and she looked up at his blank t-shaped visor. 

“Did that hurt?” she asked. 

The helmet shook, “Cold hands.” 

She smiled, “Sorry, should’ve warned you. Kind of ironic isn’t it?” 

“What do you mean?” 

“Considering it’s hotter than a Mustafarian volcano outside,” she explained, pressing further and finding a juicy vein. “Little pinch,” she said, using the prepped needle to pierce his golden-brown skin. If she wasn’t mistaken, she glimpsed the bottom edge of a tattoo hiding under his rolled-up sleeve. 

When the vial was full, she pulled the needle out and took some of the prepared bacta gel across the small hole in Mando’s skin, then put a small bandage over it. “That can come off in half an hour. Let me get this sample going so I can get your results before you leave, then we can do the retinal scan.” 

She moved toward the far side of the room toward her lab equipment, but a large hand on her wrist stopped her. 

“Retinal scan?” Mando asked, helmet tilted in concern. 

“Yeah, it’s really quick. Just to make sure your brain function is normal, no big deal,” she explained with a shrug. With how still he once again was, she guessed it was not, in fact, not a big deal to him. 

From what little she knew of Mandalorian culture, their armor and weapons were sacred to them but he’d already taken off his arm pieces. Maybe something about the helmet was different? 

“I…my Creed, uh, I can’t remove my helmet,” he said haltingly, removing his hand from her wrist. 

It was her turn to tilt her head in confusion, “What, like ever? How do you shower?” 

“I can take it off, but not in front of other living beings. If I did, I couldn’t put it back on.” 

“Oh,” she breathed. She nibbled on her lower lip as she tried to think of a solution. She didn’t want to let him leave without the scan but at the same time she couldn’t ask him to break his Creed for a fifteen-second scan. 

“Ah! Okay,” she exclaimed as an idea came to her. She grabbed the scanner off of its charger and put it on the exam table in front of him. “I’ll step out, you remove your helmet and run the scan yourself. It’s easy,” she said, sensing his hesitation, “Push this button here and hold the scanner in front of your eyes until it double beeps, about fifteen seconds, then you put your helmet back on and I’ll come back. Think that’ll work?” she asked, looking up at his visor hopefully. 

After a few seconds, he replied “Yeah. That’ll work.” 

Her smile widened and she nodded, “Let me get your blood tests going and then I’ll step out.” 

Din’s POV 

This was the exact reason he hadn’t been to a doctor since taking the Creed. Every Mandalorian covert had their own stash of medical supplies and were trained in first aid, so it never seemed important. He’d been cursing himself for mentioning his back pain to Peli until stepping into the Doctor’s office. 

The fact that she was holding his ship pretty much hostage until he went to the Doctor was only part of what got him here. 

To her credit, the Doctor had been respectful and considerate so far — her solution to his issue with the brain scan was simple, but spoke volumes to her character. Having only known her for a few minutes he could tell she was trustworthy, even though something in her eyes spoke of some hidden truths. 

Not wanting to keep her waiting in the other room for long, he double checked his surroundings before removing his helmet, pushing the button on the scanner that she’d shown him, and waiting for the ‘beep-beep’ to signal it had finished. 

He replaced his helmet and called her back into the room. She swept back in and smiled at him. 

“That didn’t hurt too much, did it?” she asked in a joking tone that made him smirk. She was cheeky, this doctor. 

“Virtually painless,” he said. 

“Good, wouldn’t want to completely scare you off,” she joked again but his breath caught in his throat. She placed the scanner on its charging port and looked at the screen in front of her, assessing the results with a furrow in her brow. 

Din took a moment to finally look at her. He’d already noticed how pretty she was, hair drawn back and up off her neck to combat the heat of the Tatooine suns. Her eyes were sharp and intelligent, and every time she’d looked his way he felt like she could see through the beskar he wore. Unknowingly, she’d already locked eyes with him a few times despite his helmet. While she looked over his results, she absentmindedly played with a necklace — some sort of pendant on a long silver chain — he didn’t see any more jewelry. 

“Well, your brain looks normal. No irregularities or past concussions showing up, but I guess that’s what the helmet is for,” she said, glancing his way. He nodded.”You mentioned some back pain, which is normal for your age, but I can take a look and maybe get you some pain supplements.” 

He nodded again and swept his cape aside, gathering it over one shoulder and exposing his jetpack. 

“Well,” she said with a chuckle, “that’ll do it.” She grabbed a different scanner while he took off his jetpack. His entire spine straightened as he felt her fingers ghost along his lower back. 

“May I?” she asked, and he swallowed hard, mouth suddenly dry. 

“Yes.”

She gently lifted the back of his flight shirt, the coldness of her fingers raising goosebumps along his arms. The scanner she held chirped, and she dropped his shirt back into place. 

“Just what I thought,” she said as he pulled the jetpack back on. “Looks like it’s muscular, not spinal, so I’ll throw some anti-inflammatory salve, and if you’d like, some pain supplement. A mild one,” she added.

“Thank you,” he said. 

She crossed to a cabinet, bending down to open it and Din averted his gaze. From inside she extracted a small tin and a glass jar, cursing when she found it empty. 

“Kriffing hell,” she muttered, “Sorry, looks like I’m out of the pain supplement. Outer Rim supply lines suck.” 

“That’s okay,” he offered, but she was insistent. 

“I feel bad now, getting your hopes up like that. I have something stronger but I figured with being a bounty hunter you’d want to keep your wits about you.” 

“I appreciate that. The salve will do fine for now.” 

“I mean, if you ever find yourself in a trading outpost or on Arvala-7, you could get some for yourself. I’ll write down the name.” She busied herself with that for a moment before another mechanical buzzing caught her attention. 

“Ah, your blood results!” Fluttering past, she slipped the piece of flimsi into his gloved hand. He caught a whiff of her scent — night-blooming flowers and citrus, with a tinge of sweat.

She pursed her lips, and Din wanted to reach over and pull the bottom one loose with his thumb. All her touches had awakened something in him that he usually kept locked away. “Hmm…looks like you’re a little low on Potassium and a few different vitamins, but no major illnesses or viruses, which is good. No malignant bacteria hiding in your bloodstream either, no parasites…damn, that beskar keeps everything out, doesn’t it?” 

She glanced his way, but kept on talking, “I’m still going to recommend a few vaccines, and a bit of a diet change. Let me guess, you mostly survive on ration packs?” 

He nodded, “I do.” 

“I’m going to suggest eating some more fruits in general, that’ll help with the vitamin deficiencies and the potassium. Ration packs are pretty nutritious, but with your lifestyle you burn through certain things quicker than others, so it’s best to supplement the packs. Just a few more hypos and you’ll be all set to go back to Peli with a clean bill of health. Any other questions or concerns?” 

Part of him wanted to ask if she was busy later that night, especially when they locked eyes under his helmet. His mouth went dry, and all he could manage was a shake of his head. 

He cleared his throat, “No, no. Thank you, Doctor.” 

“You are very welcome, Mando,” she said, handing him a small bag with papers and the salve inside. 

“Din,” he offered before he could think about it.

“Hmm?”

He cleared his throat again, “My name is Din.”

Her smile was radiant and Din felt a flutter in his chest. “Nice to meet you, Din. Whenever you need me, I’m here.” 

He reached out and shook her proffered hand. “I’ll be sure to take you up on that, Doc.”

[milkteabinniechan]

♡Lust and Lore Part Three - Hyunjin

(this is a membership exclusive + a preview 👀 you can read the whole tatted story here)

pairing: tattoo artist! Hyunjin x fem! reader

summary: Tension has been building like wildfire since you and your tattoo artist shared a kiss. Now you want another tattoo in a more intimate area and he knows exactly how to touch you.

warnings: mentions of needles, fingering, gloves, (slight) public sex, clit stimulation, stretching, squirting

“Cherry blossoms would be cute! Remember that trip we all took to Japan last summer?”

You pushed open the door to the tattoo shop. Everything looked exactly the same. But different. You didn't feel terrified anymore. You knew what you wanted. Well, when it came to your next tattoo anyway.

“Look who's back!” The receptionist smiled at you and gave you a friendly wave. You gave a sweet smile back and asked her how business has been. The two of you made simple small talk before a familiar voice cut through the conversation.

“Is that cookie I hear?” Hyunjin made his way to the lobby. The same smirk he gave you the first time you met was still spread across that perfect face. He gave you a hug immediately. Without any hesitation his arms were wrapped around your waist and pulling you into his chest.

“Back for more fun, huh?” His voice dripped over you like honey as he spoke. His lips moved like a dance while his fingers lingered around your hips.

He placed his hand comfortably on the small of your back and led you to his work station. You lifted yourself up and on the table as he rolled his stool up to your legs. Your mind was racing at the image of Hyunjin looking up at you from between your legs. Your thighs sliding apart almost imperceptibly as you described your next tattoo to him.

“The thigh, huh? That will look nice. You have great legs.” Hyunjin spun towards his supplies as he spoke. His voice trailing off with the compliment he just gave. He patted your thighs affectionately before stepping out of the room to make the stencil.

[sanjoongie]

Wonderlust

My submission for @flurrys-creativity 's 1004 Angel collab!

ღPairings: Park Seonghwa x Reader (f) ღGenre: pwp, smut  ღAu: Fallen Angel au, Piercer au, supernatural au ღTrope: s2l ღWord Count: 1,763 ღRating: 18+, MINORS DNI ღSynopsis: When a fallen angel walks into your piercing parlor and asks for you to pierce his nipples, looking to experience pain and pleasure in his now human life ღWarnings: pain kink, customer/service provider sex, jerking off service, piercing service (do not read if you can't handle descriptions of a piercing occurring), spit kink, public sex at the workplace, begging, glove kink, corruption kink, overstimulation kink, Seonghwa likes it hard and fast okay ღDedication: @mejuii (bitch this is for you, it was all your idea, we all needed seonghwa's nipples pierced in this shirt) & @downtoamagicalland my beta readers extraordinaire @smallfrye honorary suffer with us tag

The man that walked into your shop wasn't something you were used to seeing everyday. The gray blue eyes seemed to take in your shop with equal measures of innocence and shrewdness. 

You approached the front desk. “Can I help you?”

“I require assistance,” The man said, eyes finally landing on you and sending a jolt of electricity through your nerves.

“Well, if you’re looking to be pierced, I’ve got a free time slot right now,” You offered.

“I was advised that an easy yet painful piercing are nipples,” The man offered with arrogance and pureness.

You almost swallowed your tongue. “If you’re looking for a sensitive area to pierce, the nipples are generally considered one of those areas.”

The man’s eyes moved up and down your body and then he declared that you would perform this service on him. His name was Seonghwa, no last name. You showed him which chair to sit on and you bent down at your station to apply latex gloves.

Wordlessly, he began to unbutton his transparent shirt and pushed it down his shoulders, with only the crook of his elbows supporting the fabric. Seonghwa had tattoos of black wings. They started at even positions between his spine and shoulder blades. It was a simple but intricate black and white tattoo. The wings curved over his shoulder and then curled under his collarbone, the tips touching exactly where his jugular notch was. The necklace of barbed wire almost perfectly highlighted the tattoo.

“These are wonderful, by the way,” You said, eyes admiring the black wings tattoo that curled around his collarbone. “When did you get them done?”

“Only a few days ago,” Seonghwa offered with a tiny, miniscule smirk. “I’m freshly fallen.”

You blinked down several times at your piercing gun, which you were attempting to set with a 14 gauge needle. Your client was a fallen angel?

“Is there something wrong?” Seonghwa asked curiously.

You turned around on your stool and sent your best customer service smile to Seonghwa. “Of course not. I serve humans, angels and demons alike.”

Seonghwa’s pink lips parted as his eyes fell on the needle in the piercing gun. He looked at you with anticipation gleaming through his eyes.

“I’m going to have to touch you in order to do this piercing. I’ll need to grip your pecs and also pinch your nipple. Do I have your permission to touch you in such a manner? It is simply a procedure, nothing sexual. Although if you do have a sexual reaction, that’s nothing to be embarrassed about, that’s simply chemistry and body reactions,” You supplied, getting in professional piercer mode.

“I give you permission,” Seonghwa said, voice low after your sentence.

You nodded, accepting your mission, and leaned over his body on your piercer chair and squeezed his right pectoral. Seonghwa let out a small noise from the back of his throat and you attempted to ignore it. First you cleaned both areas, watching as Seonghwa’s nipples became pebbled at your touch. You examined his nipple and determined where the piercing should go through his nipple and you grabbed your black marker to place the points where the piercing should enter and exit. You pinched his nipple and Seonghwa let out a low moan. The marker touched both spots on his nipple and you leaned over to do the same procedure to his left nipple. 

You could feel Seonghwa’s cock harden under your side and you tried to relocate moisture to your mouth. “Seonghwa?”

Seonghwa panted slightly, his eyes swirling. “Yes?”

“I need you to start thinking of bad things. The response is not embarrassing but I don’t provide a happy ending here,” You joked, trying to suppress the rise of your own lust for the situation.

Seonghwa’s eyes watched you closely as you moved to pinch his nipple. He let out a sigh of pleasure when you did so. “But the bad things make me hard too.”

“Fuck,” You cursed under your breath. “I need a breather. I’ll go take a break and when you’re proper, we’ll continue.”

“Human,” Seonghwa caught your wrist as you stood up. “Why do you shy away from a sin when that’s clearly what I’m here for?”

“I--” Your words were not coming carefully from your mouth, “I can’t be doing this with a customer, Mister Fallen Angel, Sir.”

Seonghwa’s grin was slow and lazy. “You’re already providing me one service, could you not perform another?”

“Fuck,” You cursed a second time because now you were actually considering this.

Seonghwa’s eyes were filled with wonder and lust. “Please continue.”

So you sat back down, with your piercer gun in your hand and leaned over on Seonghwa’s raging boner, ignoring it completely but for different reasons, and grabbed his right nipple. 

“Feels so good,” Seonghwa moaned, fully panting now, anticipating the pain that was about to occur.

You positioned your gun and without a word of warning, as Seonghwa asked you, you pierced his left nipple. The pain raced through Seonghwa’s body. You watched as his muscles tensed from the straightening of his feet to points to the tense chords of his neck muscles clenching. Seonghwa moaned as he released his fists, moons of blood deep in his palm. “That was delicious,” He murmured, eyes half lidded. 

Still, you didn’t say a word, and moved over to his left pectoral. Seonghwa’s hips bucked up at the stimulation your body was providing to his twitching boner. “Don’t move, sir, or this will become a lopsided piercing.”

“I don’t want the second one straight,” Seonghwa growled. “Make it slanted, like my fall to earth and the state of my soul currently.”

This time it was your turn to moan. This fallen angel was going to drive you to insanity. “Whatever you say, Seonghwa.”

You pinched his left nipple and carefully angled your gun so that no longer would the barbell pierce his nipple as a perfect horizontal plane but more that the piercing would enter at an upwards angle from the left and come out at the upper right angle, the perfect ninety degree angle. The gun clicked with finality and Seonghwa gasped a large lungful of air. He hissed a drawn out yes and the urge to slant your lips over his right now was strong in you. But that was not what had been arranged with the fallen angel.

You placed your gun down and removed your gloves. Seonghwa whined behind you. “Please leave them on,” he groaned.

You applied a fresh pair of black latex gloves and sat back on your stool. You clinically unbuttoned Seonghwa’s jeans and pulled them down. You swallowed fairly loudly as you realized he went commando under those jeans. His cock was long but slender. Its tip was red and angry and it looked very much like Seonghwa required some relief. 

You gripped Seonghwa’s cock to hold it upright while your other hand gripped the upper half, swirling your thumb along his slit. Air began to huff from Seonghwa’s now red lips. He had acquired a habit of biting the plush flesh. You rose above his cock and gathered some spit in your mouth. You let it fall from your lips slowly and when the wetness hit the head of his cock, Seonghwa groaned loudly. 

His back bowed when you began to jerk him off at a harsh pace. His voice was caught in his throat, small noises of pleasure and pain escaping there. “Please, please, please,” Seonghwa began to chant. 

“So greedy,” You murmured under your breath, slowing your pace and Seonghwa’s body rested properly on the piercing chair.

“Don’t slow down, it feels so good, so good,” Seonghwa pleaded, eyes unable to decide whether he wanted to watch your hands do their hard work or meet your own eyes. 

“It’s not as satisfying when you’re simply given instant gratification, Sir,” You informed him.

Seonghwa’s hips bucked upwards and you tsked loudly. You removed both hands from his cock. Seonghwa’s body shot upwards, to grab both of your wrists. “Don’t stop, please,” He begged, eyebrows furrowed together. “You’ve given me pain on this day, please also show me pleasure.”

You grabbed Seonghwa’s dick in a harsh grip, pulling a cry out of his pretty lips. You moved both hands in sync as you jerked Seonghwa off. The combination of spit and his own precum applying the perfect lube. You went fast and relentlessly and Seonghwa cried out as his pleasure took him. His cry turned into a groan as you continued to stroke him through his orgasm. You used all the cum that spurted from his cock to spread along his length and eventually hit the timing of overstimulation. Seonghwa attempted to curl in on himself but you braced your forearm against his stomach. You jerked him off through his cries of pain at the overstimulation until it turned into pleasure once again and had him shuddering through a second orgasm that almost sounded painful when he came so quickly after the first one. 

Sweat covered Seonghwa’s face, hair sticking to places along his temples and the nape of his neck. His seemingly long tongue came out to lick his lips. The fallen angel looked utterly debauched on your chair and you instantly had zero guilt or remorse for what you did.

“Thank you,” Seonghwa eventually panted. 

You nodded gruffly, now ignoring the ache between your own legs. You stripped off your gloves and offered Seonghwa a towel to clean himself up. Seonghwa blinked at the towel. “What do I do with this?”

You laughed and sighed at the same time. “I’m sure you don’t want to put your pants on with your cum everywhere Seonghwa. 

When Seonghwa continued to blink up at you, you motioned with your own eyes the ropes of cum that had artfully fallen between his newly pierced chest.  Seonghwa’s lips made a small ‘o’ of surprise and you laughed sharply again. Fallen Angels really were a different type of breed.

“Now we’ll have to settle your debt to me,” You mentioned, folding your arms under your chest. 

Seonghwa completed cleaning himself up and shrugged his shirt back up his shoulders. When the diaphanous material skimmed his newly pierced nipples, he took a moment to appreciate the sensation, closing his eyes and breathing deeply. When he opened his eyes, they were dark with lust once again. “How will you call in my debt to you?”

You shrugged with your shoulders. “I dunno. I’m thinking of me riding you on my piercer’s chair, but I’m up for negotiations.”

Tag list: @hijirikaww @mingsolo @starlitmark @stardragongalaxy @k-pop-ology @pyeonghongrie-main

[sentientgolfball]

Hello! Can I request a Phantom x Reader where reader is heavily tattooed? Like from her fingers to her feet, but it's typically hidden by her uniform and dress glove, and Phantom finds out. Can be Sfw or Nsfw, which you feel like writing! Thank you!

All of you are personally responsible for my Phantom brainrot only getting worse <3 I hope you enjoy it anon

Went nsfw for this one cause why the hell not sooooo

18+ MDNI

My requests are open !

Your head shot up at the sound of multiple voices getting louder and louder. You immediately noticed a gaggle of ghouls making their way to the dock, arms full of various beach day supplies and copious amounts of alcohol. You grumbled and sunk below the surface, letting the water envelope you in its cool embrace. It has been extraordinarily hot for the past two weeks and you were over it. The Ministry was so stuffy with all the bodies and the habits weren’t exactly made out of the most breathable material. The only people who seemed even remotely comfortable were the fire ghouls who resided on site. 

You were sick of it. Everyday you woke up and prayed to the Lords below that it would be cooler, or at least let a breeze pass through, and everyday it seemed to only get hotter. You had reached your limit. You worked yourself half to death over the weekend and early into the week so that you could squeeze in a day off or two to go be lazy at the lake. And that’s exactly what you were doing, or it was. You resurfaced when you felt your lungs start to burn with lack of oxygen and began to swim back to the beach. You were a bit annoyed about the fact that your lazy day got interrupted. It’s not that you didn’t like the ghouls per say but they were very energetic and very loud and you had really been enjoying quietly floating around. 

Oh well. 

You had been at the lake for hours now so you can’t complain too much. When you got to the shallows you stood and walked the rest of the way to where your stuff was set up and the moment you did you heard the calls from the ghouls. You weren’t all that surprised. You had worn a swimsuit that left little to the imagination. You always did when you went to the lake, it was just about your only chance to really show off the ink that adorned every inch of your body. You were proud of them. You hated that your everyday habit covered up almost all of them. 

You ignored the ghouls while you packed up your things and dried off. When you were finished you wrapped your towel around your waist forgoing the clothes you brought to put on. It was still too damn hot. As you turned to leave you made eye contact with one of the ghouls at the dock and immediately recognized him as the new quintessence ghoul. Phantom. Oh the look on his face was priceless. He was completely frozen in place staring at you as you walked past, slack jawed, eyes roaming over your body. His cheeks were dusted a deep plum color and you would bet money that it’s not from the heat. You felt a surge of confidence, suddenly completely forgetting about your earlier annoyance. You gave him a little wave before you completely passed the dock on your trek back to the Ministry. Just before you were out of earshot you heard the teasing voices of Dew and Rain. 

“Aww the new kids got a crush on the sister.”

“I mean can you blame him? You’ve seen how that back tat looks when she—“ 

The thought was quickly cut off by a yelp and a splash. You laughed at the mental image of Phantom shoving the little fire ghoul into the water. You also couldn’t help your own blush creeping onto your face. You thought the quintessence ghoul was very cute. He was always so eager to help and learn about human things. He constantly looked like a puppy seeing a Christmas tree for the first time and it made you smile. You also really wanted to wreck him. Something about the thought of getting a ghoul to beg and cry as a human turned you on. You pocketed that thought for later, though, because right now your focus was on finding a way to spend your day off not dying in a pool of your own sweat. Maybe the kitchen staff would let you read in the walk in? 

~~~

You ended up taking a nice long shower to wash the lake smell away and binge watched a series a friend had recommended to you for the remainder of your day. You groaned when you heard the bells chime signaling that dinner was ready in the feast hall. You had begrudgingly pulled your habit and gloves back on. You didn’t hate your position as an occultist-in-training but the uniform was a bit much in your opinion, especially compared to other Sibling’s outfits. You sighed, adjusted yourself one final time in the mirror and left. 

That’s where you are now. Sitting in the hall trying your hardest to focus on whatever gossip your friends were sharing, but that was almost impossible with the feeling of Phantom burning holes into the back of your head. You noticed him staring the minute you entered the feast hall and he hasn’t looked away since. You considered walking over to him, trying to speak with him, but you didn’t want to seem too forward. Then you contemplated returning his gaze, but you know your group would’ve clocked what you were doing immediately and you were not in the mood to entertain an interrogation. So you sat there quietly wolfing down your meal so you could get the hell out and back to your room. 

You waited for a lull in the conversation before standing and leaving, bidding everyone a good night. You walked down the hallways a few feet before glancing around to make sure no Clergy or higher Siblings were around before ripping your gloves. It was still too damn hot to be wearing your full uniform. 

“So it is you.” 

You jump at the sound of a voice. You spin around only to find Phantom standing right behind you. 

“Where the hell did you come from?” 

“I think you answered your own question.” 

You crack a smile at his joke before moving to put the gloves back on. He grabs your wrist. 

“Don’t. I like them” he brushes his thumb over the design of the raised skin “I think they’re pretty.” 

“Is that why you were staring all night?” You tease knowing damn well none of your tattoos are visible in uniform. He blushed and when he speaks his voice is a bit higher. 

“Well no I mean yes I was just…confused? You smelled the same but you looked completely different. I wasn’t sure if I had the right person.” 

His explanation gives you the perfect idea to end your little lazy day. 

“Do you wanna see them again?” you step closer to him “all of them?” 

It’s adorable how quickly he nods his head, tail wagging in the air behind him. 

You really have no idea how it happens. You close the door to your room and he’s immediately on you, though not in the way you expected. He’s squeezing you tight against him, wrapping his tail around your leg, but you don’t miss the way the spade sways dangerously close to your clothed clit. Or the way you can feel his dick getting chubby with interest. You’ve been with ghouls before. You know he can smell your arousal. Hell, he’s a quintessence ghoul he can probably feel it. You assume he’s just trying to draw out the electric energy of anticipation. He laughs and you get your answer.

 You decide to ruin his plans and pull him straight into a deep kiss that’s all tongue and teeth. He kisses you back just as passionately, tightening his grip on your hips. You shudder at the feeling of his claws digging in. He pulls back suddenly panting ever so slightly. 

“Can I see them now?” His eyes roam your form. 

“Only if you ask nicely.” 

He huffs a laugh and you’re about ready to respond when you feel the tip of his tail ghost over your clit. You gasp at the sudden feeling and smack him lightly on the arm. 

“I said ask.” You say as you begin to pull your top off. 

“It worked didn’t it?” He shrugs his shoulders with a smile. You throw the ball of fabric at his head. He pulls it off with a laugh, but stops when he sees your bare chest. You can see the outline of his cock straining against his pants. 

“You can touch them.” You whisper suddenly feeling a bit flustered by the way he’s looking at you. He slowly brings his hands to your forearms, trailing them up to your shoulders before letting go and tracing the design on your abdomen. 

“Have you never seen tattoos before?” You ask, watching his hands. 

“Of course I have but I just…I’ve never seen a human with so many. They’re all so different. They’re so beautiful. You’re beautiful.” 

You wrap your arms around the back of his head and pull him into another kiss sliding the tip of your tongue into the fork of his. You moan into his mouth when you feel his hands slide up to squeeze and knead your tits, swiping his thumb over your nipples. You thread your fingers through his hair, giving it a light tug before taking a few steps backwards towards your bed. You pull him without breaking contact as you fall into the plush mattress. You pull his head up by his hair to meet your eyes eliciting a breathy moan from him. His hands are rubbing circles into your hips, gently sliding over the hem of your pants. 

“Please?” He whines out not taking his eyes off the tattoo that dips below the waistline. 

“Fuck go right ahead baby boy.” You wiggle your hips to help him as he makes quick work of taking your pants and underwear off in one go before tossing his own shirt off who knows where. 

You’re both left staring in awe at each other, him completely enamored by the art adorning your skin, you mesmerized by the lichtenberg figure scars cutting through the entire left half of his body. Of course you had seen the scars on his face, but you had no idea they continued down so low. 

“You can touch them.” He says mirroring your positions from earlier. You prop yourself up on your elbows and lean forward to trail soft kisses from the epicenter to the branch that strikes up his neck pulling little whines and whimpers from him. You gasp and pull back when the scars pulse purple and little sparks of magic zap through you. 

“Shit sorry. I’m sorry. I can’t control it when I get excited.” He looks a little fearful. 

You just laugh and brush your hands over your lips “No it’s alright. It just shocked me.” 

There’s a heartbeat of silence before Phantom busts out laughing and you throw your head into the pillow with a groan at the accidental pun. 

“Alright that’s it, no more sex. That was too embarrassing.” 

“Nah you’re stuck with me now.” He lays his whole weight on you and buries his face into the crook of your neck purring wildly. The laugh you felt bubbling up turns into a moan when you feel him drag his fangs over your pulse point. He sucks a bruise into the skin before biting hard enough to leave a mark. He trails his lips from your shoulder to your collarbone, pausing briefly to add some art of his own on your tits before continuing down your abdomen to your hips. He makes sure to take his time, practically worshiping each design with his mouth when he passes over them. The whole thing has you shuddering and squirming beneath him. 

He scrapes his fangs from the tattoo on your hip to the one on your thigh. 

“I wonder if they’d make you taste different.” 

You knock him in the head gently with your knee.

“Don’t even think about it. I like that one too much for you to give me a piercing.” 

He hums in disappointment “Fine. I can always taste something else.” He says before burying himself between your legs. 

You gasp at the suddenness of it and scramble to find something to grasp. Your hand makes its way right back into his hair as he drags his forked tongue from your slit to your clit. He circles his tongue before taking it into his mouth and sucking, causing you to moan and push your hips closer to him. You feel him loop his tongue around your clit before snaking down to lap at your entrance. 

“Shit Phantom. Just like that. You’re such a good boy.” He moans against you as more sparks of quintessence ripple across his skin and over yours. You make a mental note of that reaction before you feel his impossibly long tongue sliding into you. 

You arch against his face, involuntarily squeezing your thighs around his head as you feel him lick places you didn’t even know existed. Your legs tremble as the gentle probing of his tongue becomes steadier, more earnest. 

“If you keep doing that I’m gonna fuck—“  He flexes his claws against the meat of your thighs as his brow furrows in a concentration you’ve never seen from the ghoul. He swirls his tongue through your folds before pushing it all the way back in, burying his nose against your clit. You can feel the swell of your orgasm deep in your stomach as he fucks you with this tongue. Another pulse of quintessence shoots through you and you can’t hold back. Your eyes slam shut as you cum against his face, moaning out a string of curses and praises. 

He pulls back and sits up, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand before licking it. His eyes roll to the back of his head. 

“I need you. Right now.” 

“You can fucking have me baby boy.” 

He lets out a pleased trill and makes quick work of unbuckling his belt and wiggling out of his pants and boxers. As he’s doing this, you flip over onto your back. You feel him run the tips of his claws reverently tracing the tat there before sliding down to squeeze your ass. You look over your shoulder at him only to be met with the biggest, blown out eyes you’ve ever seen. 

“What?” You say cocking your head innocently “Just wanted to show you exactly what Dew was talking about.” 

He blushes so deep he’s practically glowing. The sight makes you laugh as you slowly lift your hips and tuck your knees to your stomach. He wastes no time in getting behind you. He digs his fingers into your hips to steady himself as he slowly drags the head of his cock against your slick. 

“Still can’t believe how wet humans get.” He mutters more to himself before he’s sliding gradually into you. You both moan when he bottoms out. He pauses for a moment letting you get accustomed to the feeling of him before he gives you a few experimental thrusts. You push your hips back against him searching for more and he gives it to you. He slides almost all the way out before pushing back in with one snap of his hips. He starts up a rhythmic pace as you arch your back and moan into the pillow. 

“You’re beautiful. You’re so beautiful. You’re so good.” He whines watching the way the design of the ink shifts and stretches with each movement of your body. His head rolls back on his shoulders when you clench around him. He snakes his hands between your thighs and rubs at your clit as he snaps into you, dragging the head of his cock against your walls. The air pulses with quintessence and when you turn your head to breathe you can see the room aglow with purple lighting. You steal a glance behind you and see his scars pulsing with magic, his head thrown back in absolute ecstasy. You can see his lips moving but you can’t hear anything coming out. 

You feel another ripple of quintessence and you squeeze around him with a moan. He keens forward and drapes himself over you searching for your hands while he desperately ruts into you. You feel the rubber band snap within you.

“Phantom oh fuck I’m gonna—“ another spark of magic and you’re done for. You cum on his cock, crying out little praises of ‘good boy’ as the wave of pleasure engulfs you. 

It only takes a few more thrusts before you feel him pull out and splash hotly onto your back. 

“Holy shit.” You pant out, letting yourself go limp into the bed. 

“Blasphemous.” he laughs and grabs his discarded shirt off the floor to wipe his spend off of you. 

When he’s done you roll back over only to be met with his glowing eyes looking down affectionately at you. You open your arms and he practically jumps into them shifting your positions around so that he’s the one holding you. You give him a kiss and scratch behind his pointed ear, smiling when you hear his tail thump against the bed. He keeps you pressed close to him. You can already feel his dick stiffening again. 

So maybe you were in for a longer night than you expected.

[twistedroseytoesy]

Octavinelle with a blue sea dragon reader

second most popular from the poll!

A blue sea dragon is a type of poisonous sea slug with beautiful blue fins. it's poisonous from the food it eats; the Japanese man of war jellyfish. they are pretty but don't touch them!

Octavinelle

Azul: Honestly thought your blue accents along your skin were special tattoos at first and found your seafood-heavy diet odd. Like everyone he tried to get you to work for him for a nice price. your colorful markings and beautiful hairstyle are able to catch just about anyone's attention! does find it odd how you wear gloves often and cover up a lot, even if most of the stuff you wear is somewhat silky/see-through. Once it's revealed you are a blue sea dragon all the dots are connected. Now he's trying to have you as a special bouncer for the more rough and rody guests, inviting others in with your colors but slightly poisoning any who cause trouble.

Doesn't pressure you to see your merform since he knows how sensitive that kind of thing can be, especially if you were bullied for your poisonous touch. When you do show him when you become friends he will stay back and be amazed at the mesmerizing blues and white that adorn your skin and body. With a special antidote potion he made with your permission, he was able to gently hold you and traced a few of the patterns on your skin, making both of you really happy and at peace. hell shyly show his octo-form too and you'll both happily vibe in the water.

Overall he really appreciates your beauty despite your poisonous nature. Defends you if anyone gets on your case and also happily helps supply you with the dangerous ingredients you like to eat.

Jade: Was interested at first just by your unique body markings and asked about them. Was the one who found some old pictures of your mer-form and then gave that info to Azul and Floyd over some tea. Over the course of your coming over due to Azul's insistence, he started to serve you more and more dangerous kinds of seafood. you seemed to love it, he was a bit surprised at that fact. You especially enjoyed his still-poisonous pufferfish dish. Started to try and introduce some poisonous mushrooms and you didn't mind but still preferred seafood. Of course, you knew they were poisonous, you were just waiting to see if he would get upset once he realized that you were immune to just about every poison imaginable. If you confront him about the attempted poisonings he will just smile and feign hurt at your accusation. Playfuly tease and offer to talk about it over tea and a snack~

Saw your merform from pictures on your phone but will say that a photo does no justice to your beauty in the flesh. asks about the poisonous slime that you create and asks to use some to "study". will keep his distance since he knows that the poison can be quite strong in your mer form. Even in your human form it's strong enough to make someone sick for a week with just a handshake. Happily swims around you and helps you hunt and gather the more dangerous ingredients, might even make special sauces full of poisonous ingredients just for you. and if somone was stupid enough to try and take your food, *cough ace and grim cough* they will be in for a painful next few days~

Floyd: Calls out how pretty your markings are and how they remind him of a cool sea slug! calls you "sea slug" at first, but that changes to "sea dragon" once he is informed of what you are. Got really sick when he surprise squeezed you one day when he was bored and you were the only one nearby. Was a bit scared for you when he saw you eat a pufferfish dish that was illegal due to how difficult it was to make it correctly. was running up to you as you ate before Jade grabbed him and told him it was fine. Laughed and joked at how well you can handle your poisons. Doesn't touch you without gloves but luckily the uniform has some available so he uses those and the long sleeves to protect himself to give you squeezes.

When he sees your merform he wouldn't care if you're poisonous, you're just too pretty to not squeeze! Would be ok for a bit thanks to his own slime protecting him for a bit. happily comments on your pretty little wing fins and how soft you are! also is usually the one handling the food and helping jade prepare some of the more dangerous food for ya. If he sees any of the others *cough again ace and grim caugh* he would just laugh at them before saying that they'll regret eating sea dragons food. but he wont squeese them. the poison will wreck enough havic on its own~

overall still the same Floyd as ever. He throws caution to the wind and doesn't regret getting poisoned when he makes your food or squeezes you cause you're so squishy!

[losfacedevil]

Favorite Little Client // Dad!DRW

a/n ~ Sometimes tiktoks inspire cute little dad type fics ☺️ if dad fics are not your forte, don’t feel obligated to read! ☺️

“Alright Roxy girl, what will it be this week?” 

Danny cooed softly as his daughter climbed up into the client chair, perching herself on her knees and leaning over to see the book he had on the counter. Her eyes grew wide at vast selection he offered her, normally only being allowed to choose from a select few pre-chosen by her father. 

“I want this one!” She said, pointing to the picture of a ghost wearing a Cowboy hat. A soft smile spread across Danny’s face as he slid the book of flash sale art across the counter from his little girl and set to work making the stencil of the tattoo she wanted. 

“A ghost with a cowboy hat huh?” He chuckled, carefully tracing the small image out onto hectograph paper to create a transferable stencil. She nodded excitedly and turned in the chair, letting her legs slide out from underneath her and her bottom to rest against the chair. 

“Just like you and Uncle Sammy!” She giggled, pointing to a framed photo of the two boys he kept at his station. He shook his head and turned his attention to his station, making a show of readying the arm rest in the proper sanitary protocol. 

“We wear cowboy hats once and that’s what she grasps onto.” 

He made quick work of wiping down the arm rest and wrapping it in Saran Wrap; something Roxy found hilarious as the plastic squealed. She watched patiently as he put away the supplies he had used and quickly pulled out his cleaning solution and roll of paper towels. Roxy giggled and placed her arm gently against the rest, turning her head so the splatter of the spray didn’t get her in the face. 

“Remember it’s going to be cold but you have to be very, very still.” He warned, gently wrapping his giant hand around her dainty little wrist and held her arm in place. She couldn’t help the silly grin that spread across her cheeks and she flinched slightly as the cool liquid ran down her warm skin. 

“Get it, Daddy!” She giggled, trying to shake the droplets of liquid off of her arm. A soft sigh escaped Danny as he dried her arm quickly and turned to grab the small bottle of lotion his kept at his station just for her tattoo adventures. 

“Just a little more of a cooling sensation.” He nodded, squirting the tiniest bit of lotion onto her arm and began to rub it in gently. Roxy squinted her eyes as the friction of the rubber glove he wore warmed her skin. 

“That’s not cool, that burns!” She giggled, pulling her arm out of his grasp. Danny raised his brows and crossed his arms over his chest, bending at the waist so he was eye level with his little girl. 

“Am I going to have to kick you out for being an unruly customer?” He chuckled and learned forward, pressing a kiss to her forehead. She shook her head quickly, placing her arm back down against the arm rest. 

“Ghost, please!” She requested. Danny couldn’t help the smile that spread across his face as he stood and picked up the stencil off of the counter. He made a show of turning it this way and that, trying to figure out which way to place it. 

“Now remember you have to stay as still as a statue.” He mumbled, placing the stencil down against her skin. Pressing his hand firmly down against her arm, he ran it along the small piece of paper and began to make a show of if the ink took to her moisturized skin. Peeling back the paper slowly he revealed her newest tattoo. 

“Well what to do you think?” He mused, breathing a sigh of relief that it didn’t run this time around. She lifted her hand to her chin and tilted her head from side to side, mulling over if she liked her new ink. 

“Oooh! Can we do color?” She asked, her eyes growing wide at the idea of her ghost having a little more personality. His eyes darted over to her craft station nestled under his station, a small cubby where she liked to hang when she came to work with him on paperwork days. 

“Special color, huh?” He asked gently and made his way over to her supplies, pulling out the new pack of blopens he bought just for times like these. Her eyes grew wide as she saw the package in his hand, instantly curious about what he was going to do. 

“These are special tattoo pens for little kids skin, wanna see how cool they are?” He asked as he opened the package. Roxy nodded her head excitedly and watched on in awe as he put together the ‘tattoo gun’ and inserted a brown marker. 

“Watch!” He brought the blopen to his lips and blew gently, watching as the color bloomed against her skin. Her little jaw dropped as she watched the magical color spread across the outline of the hat. Danny smiled down at her now sloppily colored in tattoo and looked up to see if she approved. Her little jaw remained dropped to her feet and she nodded even more excitedly. 

“His hat! I love it, thank you!” She spoke with wonder in her voice and reached out to touch the still wet ink. Danny wrapped his hand around her little wrist and stopped her from doing so.

“You have to let it dry and then we can go show mom, okay?” He spoke in hushed tones and left her to sit in the chair as he cleaned up the mess they had made. She looked up at Danny, watching her dad as he slowly put the blow pens away and stashed them back in her cubby hole. 

“Can we go home now, please?” She asked, he voice small and a yawn slipped past her lips. Danny turned his attention to her, his gaze soft and nodded his head, motioning for her to follow him out of the shop. 

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[eli-com]

୧ *·˚ 4 HEAD-CANONS - HOBIE BROWN

1. He’s a love island fan - but not by choice. You’d put it on one night whilst he was sat beside you on his phone, and this continued for the next few nights until eventually his phone was long gone and he was swearing at the tv, possibly more into the show than you were.

“What the fucks he doin’?! Are you kidding me? Stupid prick.” He’d throw his hands up in the air, clearly annoyed by the people on TV.

“Hobes, chill, you don’t even know these people!” You’d laugh, finding it funny how upset he was getting over a show he would’ve call stupid if you’d asked him about it just weeks prior.

“Yeah but she’s gonna come back and see him with another girl, poor sod.” He’d huff, leaning back and crossing his arms. “People on this show are twats.”

2. Yes, he’s a punk. Yes, he’s from camden. But he is NOT one of the camden punks who sit on the bridge asking for money. He avoids Camden Town at all costs, claiming it’s full of too many tourists with more money than sense. He used to go there when he was younger to get piercings and tattoos, because god knows if there’s one place they won’t ask for ID, it’s the dodgy tattoo shops in Camden. However once he taught himself to do piercings and (kind of?) tattoos, there was no need to go anymore.

“Hobie there’s this new food stall that I thought we could go try today-“ You’d quickly be cut off by his voice. “Where?” He already knew where this was going.

“Camden market…” A scoff would sound from where he sat on the bed watching you get dressed. “I can get you better food literally anywhere else.” You’d walk over, falling into his side in annoyance.

“But it’s literally five minutes down the road!”

Sometimes he’ll end up giving in and will let you drag him to the market, where you’d force him to buy something from one of the stalls; but not before he could complain about how overpriced and overrated it was.

3. On the topic of him doing his own piercings - he’d LOVE if you asked him for a piercing. I can guarantee from the moment you met him he’d been mapping out your face, imagining which ones would best suit you. Of course he’d always make sure you were sure you wanted it, he didn’t want you to regret it once it was done, but as soon as you gave him a green light he’d be ready, grabbing his supplies and sitting you down on the edge of the bathtub.

“Hold fucking still.” Hobie would huff, one gloved hand placed on your shoulder as the other grabbed whatever he was looking for.

“I’m nervous!” You’d whine, your own hands clenching onto the edge of the bathtub you were sitting on. A small ‘tsk’ would leave Hobie’s lips as he pulled slightly away to look at you. He was kneeling in front of you, yet his face was still fairly close to yours from where you sat.

“Love, I haven’t even got the needle out yet- I’m literally cleaning your nose with a cotton bud and you’re already wriggling around.”

4. Whenever you become interested in something, he’s interested in it too. Wanna dye your own hair? He’ll watch videos on it so he can help. Learning to make your own jewellery? He’ll buy the supplies and make some too. He loves to do things as a couple, and he likes to be good at things so that if you ever need help he’ll know how to support you; even if it is only little things like how to thread a needle.

You’d be sat on your bed, blanket pulled up to your waist as you struggled with your hook. You’d recently become obsessed with crocheting after seeing it on TikTok and decided that you needed to learn. You were currently struggling to get the hang of the movements, the yarn continuously slipping off of the hook.

Hobie would be sat beside you on his phone before he noticed you struggling, a smug grin forming at his lips as he reached over, pulling you into his arms and placing his own hands over yours.

“You’re holding it wrong, moron.” He’d show you how to hold it currently, helping you to successfully pull the yarn through the slip knot you’d created. A smile would pull at your lips before you turned to face him, confused.

“How the hell did you know that?” He’d grin down at you.

“Watched a video on it last night after you mentioned your package came.”

[canadianfangirl-95]

Benny Miller- Sugar Daddy edition

Chapter One!

Summary: Your gym crush becomes unmanageable when he is suddenly thrust upon you as your new boxing trainer. After a drunken hook up at a night club opening, you begin to explore your feelings as you continue to learn new and exciting things about him.

About: Continuation of the sugar daddies AU Triple Frontier collection. See Frankie’s story or original teaser post for more information.

Characters- Kayla and Tasha are undescribed, so you can imagine them as your own friend group.

Chapter Warning: 18 + minors, DNI, age difference, reader is early 20s, Benny is late 30s, swearing, alcohol, violence (boxing), making out, grinding (dancing)

Chapter Word Count: 4k+

“Duck!”

Your attention suddenly turns to the padded boxing glove coming right at your face, it collides just seconds later with your right cheek, sending you bent over onto the boxing ring mat.

“Ooo, that looks like it hurt.” Your friend Kayla mutters into her fist, leaning on the ropes of the ring.

An outstretched hand reaches down to pull you back up, you accept it begrudgingly, knowing it was your own damn fault you ended up down here.

Your face was met with your trainer, Carlos when you stood up straight. He was in his forties, but you’d never know. He had short black hair and a stiff jaw, his arms adorned with tattoos. He had been training you for a while now and offered a sort of big brother relationship you hadn’t had before.

“What’s with you? Your attention has been all over the place tonight.” he said, peeling off his gloves.

You looked down at the mat embarrassed, “I don’t know, just got distracted. Come on we don’t have to stop; I promise I’m in it.” Bouncing on your feet you tried to engage him again while the throbbing in your cheek started to grow.

Shaking his head, he replied, “I’m not trying to hurt you, we’ll stop here, and you can do some cardio.” He collected the rest of his training supplies in his bag and stepped out of the ring.

Slumping your shoulders forward, you walked over to the corner where Kayla was leaning on the ropes, standing on the floor below the ring to take off your gloves.

“What was that all about?” she asked.

You shrugged, “It was nothing, I just lost focus for fucking what, two seconds? It happens.” But that wasn’t the truth, the truth was that you were distracted by him again.

You don’t even know his name, just see him in the gym all the time, either working out or training other boxers. You sipped from your water as you casually peered over to the other side of the gym to the mirrored wall. He was standing in front of it lifting weights.

Tall, dirty blonde hair, muscles flexing out of his Army t-shirt, a bit of scruff and the most beautiful blue eyes you’ve ever seen. He had a tattoo of an army man on his right shoulder that made you swoon. He was so handsome it made your core ache just watching him lift weights.

You couldn’t even fathom the idea of talking to him. Just looking at him made your knees weak. You imagine to yourself how easily he could throw you around with those big strong arms, and how badly you wanted to run your fingers through his hair.

Once again, you and Kayla found yourselves at the gym down the road from the University of Kentucky. They had an agreement where students got free membership, so you only had to pay for the training. The room had dark green paint and motivational sayings all over the walls. It was part of a big organization, but the employees worked really hard to make it a personal experience. There was a long wall of mirrors with weights for people to lift facing and every exercise machine you could possibly think of. You both made your way to the far back corner where a boxing ring is set up.

You tossed your gym bag up onto the mat and climbed in, adjusting your sneakers before standing up and placing your bag on the stool in the corner. You glanced around the room, looking for nothing really, you knew you wouldn’t see him here today as you had somewhat learned his routine, but you couldn’t help but hope you might catch a glimpse of his t-shirt being pulled tight across his chest.

“You know you should really just talk to him.” Kayla said pointedly, fiddling with your roll of athletic tape that you tossed on the mat as you tried to collect your things.

You furrowed your eyebrows at her, “Who?”

She rolled her eyes, “The hunky guy you’ve been staring at for months.”

“Oh, you uh- noticed that?” You ran your hand through your ponytail and leaned on the ropes so you could speak quieter to her.

Nodding, she replied, “Mhmm, and I really think you should take a shot.”

“Girl, have you seen him? How old would you think he is?” You jousted back at her, growing frustrated by her intrusion.

She pursed her lips and smiled, “Well, if this were One Tree Hill I’d say he’s old enough to be your dad-,”

“Exactly, fuck.” You exclaimed.

“Which, is pretty hot if you ask me.” She smirked.

You leaned forward and grabbed the tape from her. Ripping off a piece and strategically wrapping it around your knuckles you commented, “It’s a good thing I didn’t ask you then, did I?”

She scrunched her nose and gave you a smug look, to which you flipped her off.

“Hey, I’m just saying, you and Mike have been broken up for 4 months, your grieving period is over and now it’s time for you to have some fun. Like having a dirty, depraved hookup with a guy you have no business being with. Like that guy I hooked up with after the St. Patrick’s Day party.”

You rolled your eyes, “If that guy is the standard I’m looking for I think I’m happy being celibate.”

“Hey, he was cute!” She swatted your leg through the ropes.

You nudged your leg back at her, “He had a handlebar mustache and was wearing cut off jean shorts so don’t even start with me.”

“Shouldn’t you be doing your own workout? You don’t have to spend your whole time here watching me train.”

She hummed, “Yeahhhh, but it’s also more fun to bug you. Plus, I’m not really here for the whole exercise thing, just for the eye candy.” She said as she scanned the gym intently.

You giggled to yourself as you finished putting together your tape and gloves.

Suddenly her eyes widened and reached back to swat your leg again, “Speaking of eye candy.”

You followed her gaze and saw none other than your crush talking to the receptionist at the entry way. You bent down, “What the fuck is he doing here today? He never comes on Fridays!”

She shook her head, “I don’t know, but- um he’s walking in this direction.” She quickly turned her back to him and gave you a shocked expression.

“What!” You quietly exclaimed. “No, no, no why is he coming over here?”

She waved her arms casually, “Just calm down, no need to panic. He probably just needs something in this general area. No reason to think he’s coming over here.” You nodded, shifting your gaze to find that he was still on a path towards the ring. “But I mean if he was coming over here. You could finally talk to him.”

“Not happening! I am perfectly content staring at him from a distance and imaging what his bicep would taste like thank you very much.” She giggled at the mental image you just tossed into her head.

You glanced above her head and realized he was definitely walking towards the ring and was now trying to make eye contact with you. You muttered to Kayla, “No, no, no, no, no-,”

“Hey.” he said with a wave as he reached the outside of the ring beside Kayla. He was wearing a grey Under Armour t-shirt that was so tight the arms sat snuggly on his biceps, with navy gym shorts and running shoes.

You flung up straight, “Hi.” Kayla gave you a little thumbs up from the side of her body he couldn’t see.

He tossed his bag through the ropes and climbed up, “You must be Carlos’ 4 o’clock?”

Nodding, you hummed, “Yep.” Slowly backing into the corner of the ring.

“Great, I’m Benny. So, uh- bad news. Carlos had to go home to Honduras for a family emergency, he’ll be gone for a few weeks at least. So, I promised I would take over his sessions until he returns.”

Your eyes widened; he’d be training you? Oh no, this is not good you thought. “Oh, sorry to hear about Carlos. That sounds like a lot to take on, don’t you have your own clients? I could always just take a few weeks off.” You said brazenly, trying not to be too flustered.

He shook his head, “No, no it’s fine I promise.” His smile was so bright you could’ve melted under its shine. “I’m happy to help, I just had a client transfer to a different gym anyway, so I’ve got the time.”

“Really? Because that seems like a lot to take on.” You choked out.

“I’ve got the time.” he stated, resting his hands on his hips, and grinning at your flustered state.

Kayla chirped in from below you, “He’s got the time.”

You glared down at her, and she winked.

Clapping his hands together he began putting his boxing mitts on. You feigned a smiled and turned to Kayla who was still beaming from the interaction.

You chugged your water, your mouth had gone completely dry during the interaction and finally stepped towards the center of the ring.

After getting himself prepped he met you there. “So, Carlos said you’re not training for professional fighting, just for exercise, right?”

Nodding, you pulled your lips tight. “Yep.”

“What got you interested in boxing?” He asked.

You shifted your stance, “Um, just uh- wanted to be more active and I find the machines boring.” You lied through your teeth.

He nodded, “Alright well let’s see what you got.”

The hour was excruciating. Both from the work out, and from how your heart ached even more for him. The entire time he was nice and understanding and not at all condescending like some of the other trainers who had stepped in for Carlos. He has an enthusiasm about him that finally broke your resolve and made you laugh and smile throughout. You felt the want to impress him and really started focusing on the skills you had learned over the last few months. You bounced around the mat ducking his advances until you finally planted a jab into his gut.

He let out a grunt and slapped his glove onto his stomach, “Oof! Damn girl, that was sneaky. Talk about float like a butterfly, sting like a bee. You look like a bunny bouncing around on the toes.”

You smirked and knocked your gloves against his to close the session. “Thanks, you’re a good teacher.”

He removed his one glove to toss his hair back that had gotten sweaty during the session and was sticking to his forehead. You held your gaze far longer than you should have.

Benny collected his bag and turned to you, “That’s all I got for today, I’ll see you on Monday Bunny.”

“Okay, see you.” You smiled shyly. He offered you a large grin and nodded to Kayla as he exited the ring.

Once he was far enough away you fell to the mat and sat with your knees bent, leaning against the corner.

“Awwww, Benny and Bunny!” Kayla mewled.

You huffed, “Fuck, he’s got a lot of energy. I’m exhausted. He’s like a golden retriever. Just keeps going and going.” You panted.

Kayla leaned forward, “Yeah, can we keep him?” She had shit eating grin on her face and popped her eyebrows up and down.

“Fuck, no. I don’t need another dog.” You smirked.

She looked confused, “What other dog do you have?”

“You, ya fucking mutt.” You nudged her and her mouth gapped with a sarcastically hurt look on her face. “You’re enough to take care of, trust me.”

She shook her head, “Well, I think once Carlos is back you should see if he wants to go out.”

When Carlos gets back. Huh, you thought to yourself. You loved working with him, but Benny was something else. You almost didn’t want to lose your 3 hours a week where you would have his undivided attention.

The following Friday was your fourth session with Benny, each one better than the last. He was fun and bubbly and dare you say flirtatious. Even Kayla saw and quite frankly could not shut up about it.

You had just finished up your session when Benny crossed back over the ring to your corner. “So, what do you lovely ladies have going on tonight? Friday night, any big parties?”

Kayla and you glanced at each other before you replied, “We’re gonna go to that club opening downtown actually with a few other friends.”

His eyes lit up, “Gators? Oh, sweet I’m going too.”

Your eyes widened, “Cool, well maybe we’ll see you there I guess.”

“See you later.” He beamed with excitement as he left the ring once again.

You groaned as you entered your apartment with Kayla, who was skipping behind you.

Your other roommate Tasha perked up from her place on the couch, noticing your disgruntled attitude and how you rested your head between your crossed arms on the kitchen island, Kayla shimmying her shoulders beside you. “What’s her problem?”

Kayla bounced in her spot, “Her hot trainer Benny is going to the same club opening tonight.”

You groaned louder into your arms, Tasha squinted her eyes and drew her eyebrows inward, “And that’s a bad thing because?”

Your head shot up and you replied exasperated, “Because he’s so, so hot, nice and funny.” You paused, biting your lip, Tasha staring at you waiting for the boot to drop, “But he’s older.”

“How much older?”

“At least fifteen years I’d guess.” You said, tucking your head back down.

Kayla scoffed, “Can you just not count yourself out before you’ve even started? Geeze, Mike really did a number on you. Remind me to kick his ass next time I see him.”

You huffed a laugh into your arms. She continued, “Just, put on something sexy, try to have fun tonight and if you see him, just be yourself. Whatever happens, happens.”

“You’re right, I’ll try to have fun.” You said, pulling your head up begrudgingly and exiting for your post work out shower.

Loud country music filled the room as crowds of people danced along. You glided through, holding hands with your friends as you all tried to find a place to settle before grabbing some drinks. The room was a pretty typical country bar; dance floor in the middle, wood and western style décor with a mechanical bull on the stage, a big painting of an alligator with a cowboy hat on it on the wall behind the DJ booth.

Upon finding an open tall table to stand at, you and your friends leaned against it and scanned the room, bobbing your head to the music. You had done your hair and makeup nicely and had put on a tight black dress with spaghetti straps that showed off your curves with short red cowboy boots.

Kayla leaned in, “Does anybody want a drink now?”

You nodded with Tasha and her friend Chris. “I’ll come with you. What do you want?”

Tasha and Chris gave you and Kayla their orders and cash. You and Kayla sifted through the hoards of people to the densely packed bar. Kayla squeezed her shoulders between two guys while you stood sturdily behind her, trying not to get knocked around.

Your eyes flicked around the buzzing room, looking for Benny. You weren’t sure if you would even talk to him if you found him, but it still made you nervous at the thought he might be here.

Kayla turned to you, grabbing your attention back and she handed you two drinks before reaching again for the others. You and she returned to your friends and started drinking and getting into the vibe of the club. Eventually you all made your way to the dance floor after the drinks had started flowing and you let yourself forget about Benny and just enjoy the night.

You and Tasha were dancing along to the music when you suddenly felt unfamiliar hands land on your hips from behind you. You turned your head and were met with a man, around your height and age, plaid shirt to match the theme of the club, a brown beard and mustache with green eyes. Not unattractive by any means but not your type. You kindly stepped out of his clutches and danced beside him, rolling your eyes at Tasha. The man seemingly unaware of your rejection, followed behind you, moving his hands to your waist again and situating himself closely behind you. You stopped your movement and grabbed his hands, pushing him off you.

Turning to him you bluntly said, “No thanks.”

He crowded you again, which caused you to raise your hands in a defensive manner, “Oh come on baby it’s just one dance.”

Your face could not show more annoyance, but before you were able to respond, a strong hand latched onto the man’s shoulder, spinning him in his spot. You glanced over his shoulder, your eyes widened when you spotted Benny looming over the man.

“She’s not interested man, get lost.” he said, still clutching the man’s shoulder. He was wearing a simple white t-shirt, light washed jeans with a few intentional rips and square toe boots.

Benny’s stature and attitude clearly did the trick as the man nodded nervously and stepped aside, disappearing into the crowd.

“I guess I owe you a thank you.” You stated nervously.

He smiled, “Don’t, the only one thanking me should be him. I’ve seen your right hook, and he probably would prefer he goes home tonight with his nose intact.”

You grinned, looking around you. Tasha had apparently exited sometime during the incident, and you were left totally alone on a booming dance floor with your mysterious crush.

He leaned forward, “Wanna get a drink?”

His eyes were so light and inviting, you swallowed deeply, willing your nerves away and replied, “Sure.”

Taking your hand, he led you through the crowd to the bar. He easily captured the attention of the bartender and ordered the two of you shots. He turned to you handing you the second shot, he had a devilish grin on his face.

You looked down at the liquid, not recognizing the colouring. “What is this?” You yelled through the music, pointing to the shot glass in your hand.

“Tequila!” he replied, popping his eyebrows up and down and shimmying to the music.

Your eyes bulged, you hadn’t had tequila in a while and last time you did you made some unfavorable decisions. You looked back up at the handsome man in front of you, waiting excitedly for your acknowledgement that you wanted to do the shots with him. You took a deep breath and held it up for him to cheers with. His eyes lit up and clinked his glass against yours, both of you downing the burning liquid swiftly. You both let out a huff and laughed to one another.

“You wanna dance Bunny? I’ve already seen your moves in the ring, but I wanna see what you’ve got on the dance floor.” he asked, shimmying his shoulders towards you.

“Aren’t you here with anybody?” You ask.

He shook his head, “I came here with my brother cuz’ he’s in town visiting from New York, but he just ditched me like 20 minutes ago. Doesn’t like clubs anymore, he’s like really old.” He said with a wink.

You nodded, suddenly feeling the effects of the tequila as your body became warm. “Sure, why not!”

He took your hand again and returned to the dance floor. The two of you bounced back and forth from the dance floor to the bar for an hour. Downing shots and dancing along to the country music that played along with the rest of the crowd.

Midnight struck and the DJ announced they would be switching the music to a more night club vibe.

The room darkened and the lights flashed as vibrant hip hop music boomed through the speakers. The people cheered and started bumping about, effectively pushing you into Bennys chest. You let out a meek sorry and tried to separate yourself from him.

He looked down at you, leaning into your ear to speak, “Don’t be.”

You met his eyes, they were dark. You didn’t hesitate when he reached his arms around your back, bringing you closer and slanting his leg between yours. You instinctively brought your arms up and wrapped them around his neck as you both started swaying to the music. No words were spoken, but your bodies clung to one another like your lives depended on it. He had his hands grazing gently along your back and hips, following your movement as you lightly grinded on his leg. Your eyes never strayed, each of you staring into the other with a burning desire that felt so questioned at the same time. Should you, shouldn’t you passed through your mind on repeat. You would surely survive if you held your resolve and refused yourself in your want to fall into his body fully. You still had at least a week of training with him before Carlos returned, and even then, you would still have to see him at the gym multiple times a week. If he didn’t feel a spark, if he didn’t want you longer than a night, you may not survive the ache that would bring to your heart as you had gotten to know him more in the last week.

Kayla’s words rang through your eyes, “Don’t count yourself out before you’ve even started.” How were you to know this couldn’t be the start of something. Maybe he isn’t just some guy in his late thirties who likes to bang college girls. Perhaps he does feel what you feel, and perhaps the risk would be worth it in the end.

As you toyed with your own emotions, Benny seemed fully decided, flicking his eyes between yours and your lips. He readjusted his hold on you, bringing his hands together on the small of your back and squeezing slightly. You both leaned in and after a desperate breath of desire, slotted your mouths together in an aching kiss. Wasting no time, he licked at your mouth, begging for entry to deepen the kiss. You obliged and the two of you fell into each other, hands grabbing at hair and bare skin. The rest of the room disappeared, all you could hear was your heartbeat and the intense breathing between the two of you as you gasped for breath between kisses. You felt your core start that unbearable ache and need to be satisfied. You squirmed slightly, trying to get a bit of friction on his leg and release some of the tension you felt building.

After what felt like eternity and no time at all, you broke the kiss and looked up at him, chest heaving, “Wanna get out of here?” you asked, timidly.

He grinned, “Fuck yeah.”

Benny took your hand and led you out the club, you were quickly able to shoot a look at Kayla as you passed, to which she responded with a big cheer and a crude gesture.

When you emerged from the hazy club, the liquor you had both been consuming began to overtake you as you stumbled towards a cab Benny was somehow able to wave down between his own hiccupped laughs at your imbalance. You slid into the cab and chuckled to him as you gave the driver your apartment address and he mocked you for the way your words slurred.

Once the cab pulled off the curb and began the quick drive to your place, Benny was back on you like a cat on a mouse. You held his face in your hands and laughed between mouthfuls of each other. He pulled your leg up onto his lap and ran his hand up your thigh to squeeze your ass through your skimpy dress. His poor excuse for facial hair tickled your neck as he lapped up every inch of exposed skin he could find.

The cab finally pulled to a jolted stop in front of your apartment, Benny reached into his wallet and handed the driver some bills, as well as an apology for the misconduct that had occurred in the back seat. He guided you out of the car and shut the door behind you.

You took his hand and led him upstairs to your floor. Upon reaching your door you paused, looking to him, your uncertainty taking over you once again, “Are you sure you wanna come in? It’s okay, if you don’t. We can just blame this whole thing on a drunken mishap and-,”

Before you could finish your self-deprecating rambling, Benny crashed his mouth back into yours. He pushed your body into the front of the door with his own and held your jaw with his hands. You were taken aback but accepted that he did in fact want this as much as you did, so you lifted your hands up to his elbows and stayed in the moment with him.

He slowly pulled his mouth off yours with a slight pop, his lips were already swollen and eyes stary. “Are you gonna let me in or you gonna keep trying to convince yourself I don’t want this?”

You swallowed deeply, and nodded, turning your body from his grips so you could unlock the door. It swung open and you fell into your apartment, dragging Benny behind you by the neck of his t-shirt.

His eyes stayed on you the whole time, while you kicked off your shoes, while you put your purse on the counter, while you fumbled with the lamp in the living room to give some light to the space.

The air between the two of you was electric as you met in the middle of the room, bringing each other into one last kiss before you break and take his hand, leading him down the hallway to the bedrooms. He smiled to you as you opened your bedroom door and followed you in. You prompted him to pass you and then reached up onto the front of the door at the sign hanging there. You grabbed it and turned it over to read “Do not disturb”, before kicking the door closed with your foot.

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