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[iknowmorethanyou]

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[allthingswhumpyandangsty]

just saying I would never regret getting an AO3 tattoo

[littleplantfreak]

Silly/Clumsy WB boys HCs

I see hcs like this and theyre always fun/make me laugh o(｀ω´ )o

Sakura’s food went down the wrong pipe at a restaurant and when the waiter asked if it was because it was too spicy, he insisted through coughing and tears that that definitely wasn’t the case (he could tell they didnt believe him though)

Tsugeura sometimes lets one rip by accident when he’s exercising. Not even a little fart either, the kind that stops everyone from what they’re doing.

One time Nirei stubbed his toe so hard, he fell and grabbed onto the nearest object. Unfortunately that was the back of Sakura’s pants, making him accidentally moon a few people in class.

Word recall is hard sometimes. So when Choji calls an ambulance a ‘hospital truck’ really what can you do? At least he’s using words. Sometimes he just mimes the shape or action of the thing and insists that you know what he’s talking about. Will draw a picture if he gets frustrated enough, but if it’s something intangible? Well it’s a guessing word game. (Togame is the best at it, but Inugami is on Choji’s wavelength enough that he’s pretty accurate too)

Hiragi calls the first years by the wrong name sometimes, like a mom with too many kids. He’ll yell and say Sugishita when he means Sakura, but he does apologize before yelling again.

Because he’s around older guys a lot, Togame sometime uses really old words or sayings. You haven’t hear the saying “It’s raining cats and dogs” or he’s “bleeding like a stuck pig” in years until you’re stuck under an awning during a passing storm or he comes back from a rough fight, nose still bleeding profusely. Also keeps bag balm/cetaphil, some other really good lotion for calluses and dry skin and just kinda slaps it on whatever shishitoren member he sees who’s hands are cracking, saying that the skin won’t heal as well when they’re older so they better take care of it now.

Umemiya’s got the worst habit of losing, dropping, or sitting on his glasses. He doesn’t realize it until he hears the snap and he’s got them taped up until he can go get them fixed again.

Kaji’s kind of a messy eater. Especially with ice cream or food with sauce on it. Started to get better with checking his face after eating after Hiragi slapped a wet wipe on his face after he devoured a rack of ribs, leaving him looking like he’d cannibalized someone

[celestialwrites]

fluffy romance prompts + dialogue [valentine’s edition<3]

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♡ character A waking up to roses, not just a bouquet, but roses covering every square inch of their home.

♡ character thinking their s/o forgot valentine’s but comes home to a huge surprise.

♡ “i thought you didn’t like valentines?” “i don’t like valentines, but i like you.”

♡ characters reenacting their first date/first time they met.

♡ “i don’t want you to just be my valentine, i want you to be mine forever. not just for today.”

♡ a valentine’s proposal in a field of roses.

♡ character A waking up to a burnt breakfast with a bouquet of flowers, character B being shy about burning the breakfast.

♡ a valentine’s bookstore date<3

♡ “don’t cry, i hate seeing you cry.” “how could i not cry? you got me a giant teddy bear!”

♡ “thank you for not letting me be alone on valentine’s day.”

♡ matching little dainty tattoos.

♡ characters in a secret relationship sending flowers to each other under their false names for each other.

♡ “you’re always my favourite.”

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[lily-alphonse]

The Path You've Woven In Me (Sebastian x Reader short fluff)

You develop a habit of dragging your fingers down Sebastian's arm, always doing a little loop at his shoulder and at his elbow when you come back around. You like doing it because it gives him goosebumps. He says it's relaxing.

It's usually his left arm because that's the one you can reach when he faces you in bed. But he gets a tattoo there, and you're annoyed because he won't tell you about it, and now you can't touch him while it heals. He keeps his whole bicep covered.

You lightly drag a fingernail backwards over your usual path, a papery scraping sound instead of goosebumps and sighs. You question him multiple times but he says he's nervous about what you'll think of it and only wants to show you when it's healed.

Eventually it's completed and mostly healed, he still needs to put ointment on it daily but he can't wait anymore.

It's beautiful, two dragons intertwined, and you wonder how he could have ever been nervous to show you. One dragon is black with purple eyes. The other is white, eyes the same as yours.

"It's for you. Well, for us, I guess," he smiles nervously.

"It's beautiful," you whisper, tears in your eyes before kissing him.

You don't realize at first why he really got it, until the next time you are lying down together and he says excitedly that you can touch his arm again. It's unusual for him to be buzzing like this but you smile and kiss his forehead, cuddling up, grateful to be able to resume your small ritual.

You look down at his arm and realize the path you've traced into his arms for years is now inked into his skin.

[mple-selhnhh]

The only pain I want to feel in 2024 is from a tattoo needle.

-Cartel Ink

[glittervame]

Your mine

Based off of this fanfic Billy <3

The warmth of the summer had finally given way to the briskness of early autumn as Y/n stepped off the Hogwarts Express, her eyes scanning the platform for her friends. She had returned to the castle, feeling a peculiar blend of excitement and nervousness for her sixth year. It wasn't just the thrill of new classes or the anticipation of the latest Quidditch tournaments that filled her; it was the secret she had been carrying with her all summer long. Her body was a canvas, adorned with fresh ink, each tattoo telling a story of her life or memories with her friends.

Her hair had grown out over the months, cascading in gentle waves down her back, and her skin glowed with a subtle tan from countless hours spent outdoors.

As she made her way through the throngs of students, her heart skipped a beat when she spotted Mattheo. His eyes lit up with recognition and he broke into a wide smile, rushing over to envelop her in a tight embrace. He had grown a bit taller over the summer, his frame more muscular and his features more defined, but it was his kind eyes that held her attention as they searched hers.

"You're back!" he exclaimed, his voice a familiar comfort. "I've missed you so much!"

Y/n blushed, returning his smile. "Missed you too," she murmured, feeling the warmth of his body pressed against hers. They had been together for three years now, and every moment apart felt like an eternity.

Mattheo's eyes began to rove over her, taking in her new look. He noticed the way her robes hung differently, the hint of new ink peeking out from her collar and wrists.

The tattoos have been a part of her body since she was allowed to enter a tattoo shop with a parent's signature. New ones would pop up during their holiday breaks and they quickly became a defining feature alongside her beauty.

Mattheo's dorm room is a cozy and slightly messy haven filled with the scent of old books, faint notes of incense, and the occasional waft of takeout. The walls are adorned with posters of his favorite bands and artists, while the floor is scattered with clothes, empty soda cans, and textbooks fighting for space. The bed, a lofted wonder, hovers over a desk that is cluttered with wires, a laptop, and a half-finished sculpture. The room is dimly lit, with only a desk lamp and the glow of a lava lamp providing the ambiance.

Mattheo and Y/n are in the middle of a make-out session playing catch up because they haven't see each other all summer break due to her spending it in France with her grandmother. His arms are wrapped tightly around her waist, pulling her closer as their kisses deepen. Y/n's hands trace the contours of his face, her thumbs brushing over the stubble that has formed since his last shave. His hands wander, too, slipping under her shirt to feel the warmth of her skin. They're both lost in the moment, the world outside their little bubble fading into oblivion.

The sound of their laughter pierces the silence as they break apart, both slightly out of breath. "God, I've missed you," Mattheo whispers, his eyes sparkling with mischief.

Y/n smiles, her cheeks flushed. "Me too," she says, before leaning in to kiss him again.

Mattheo playfully nudges her, pushing her backward onto the bed. They giggle as they collapse onto the mattress, which protests with a series of squeaks. He straddles her, his hands interlocking with hers, and raises their arms above her head. "Gotcha!" he declares, grinning.

Y/n tries to wriggle free, but his grip is firm. "No, no, you don't!" she squeals, her laughter bubbling up as she kicks her legs.

Mattheo leans down, his smile turning into a playful scowl. "You're not going anywhere," he says, before letting her go.

Y/n takes the opportunity to flip him over, now on top of him. "Now who's got who?" she asks, her eyes gleaming.

He chuckles, wrapping his arms around her to keep her close. "Alright, alright," he surrenders. "But only because I like this view better."

They lay there, tangled in each other's embrace, sharing whispers and secrets from their summer apart. Y/n tells him about her adventures in Paris, the art she saw, and the food she ate. Mattheo tells her about his internship at the local music magazine, the bands he discovered, and the concerts he went to.

The conversation eventually shifts to more intimate topics, their whispers becoming softer, their touches more tender. They explore each other's bodies, reacquainting themselves with the familiar contours and curves. It's a dance they know well, yet it feels new and exciting with every encounter.

Their kisses grow urgent, their breathing heavy as they let their desires guide them. Clothes are peeled away, revealing skin that's warm and eager for contact. Their hands roam, caressing, teasing, setting each other on fire.

Y/n's heart raced as she straddled Mattheo, feeling his strong thighs tense beneath her. The dim light from the bedside lamp cast a warm glow across his sculpted abs, making his skin seem almost golden. His eyes, dark with desire, searched hers, seeking confirmation. She nodded, her cheeks flushing, and he took that as his cue to lean in, capturing her mouth in a passionate kiss that sent waves of heat coursing through her body.

Their tongues danced together, a delicate tango filled with the sweet promise of what was to come. His hands roamed up her back, pulling her closer as he deepened the kiss. She could feel his arousal pressing against her, and it only served to make her more eager. Gently, she began to grind her hips against him, feeling his grip tighten as he moaned into her mouth.

Breaking the kiss, she whispered his name, her breath hot against his neck. He responded by nibbling her earlobe, sending a shiver down her spine. She leaned back, giving him access to her neck, which he kissed tenderly, leaving a trail of fire in his wake. His hands found their way to the hem of her shirt, and he began to lift it up, revealing her naked torso.

The coolness of the room contrasted with the warmth of his touch as he cupped her breasts, his thumbs flicking over her sensitive nipples. A soft gasp escaped her lips, and she arched her back, encouraging him. He took the hint, his mouth following the path his hands had made, kissing and suckling each peak until she was squirming with pleasure.

Mattheo sat up, his own shirt joining hers on the floor. He wrapped his arms around her, his bare chest pressing against her as he kissed her again. Their bodies were now one, skin to skin, and the sensation was electrifying. Y/n's hands found the buckle of his belt, and with trembling fingers, she undid it, the sound echoing in the quiet room.

Mattheo stood up, gently lifting her with him. He laid her down on the bed, his eyes never leaving hers as he removed the rest of their clothing. The sight of him, standing over her, completely naked, was almost too much to handle. She reached up, her hand tracing the line of his chest, down to his waist, and back up again. He took her hand and placed it over his heart, feeling it thump wildly against her palm.

He climbed onto the bed, his body aligning with hers, and she wrapped her legs around his waist. He took a moment to appreciate her beauty, her eyes wide with anticipation, her skin flushed with desire. He positioned himself at her entrance, and with a deep, shaky breath, he pushed inside her.

The feeling was indescribable, a perfect blend of pain and pleasure that had her eyes rolling back in her head. He stilled when he found a tattoo of his name in swirling black ink on the inside of her thigh. It was a secret she had been keeping from him, a declaration of her love etched into her very skin.

"S-shit," His hips stutter at the sight, and his eyes meet hers, wide with shock and arousal. "You're so fucking perfect."

He began to move, a slow, steady rhythm that had her nails digging into his back. She matched his pace, arching her hips to meet each of his powerful thrusts. The friction between them grew, igniting a fire that threatened to consume them both.

Their moans filled the room, a symphony of need and want. He kissed her again, hard and possessive, as if he could brand her with his passion. She responded in kind, her tongue fighting his for dominance as their bodies moved together in a dance of pure lust.

The tension grew, coiling tighter with every stroke. Y/n could feel it building deep within her, an unstoppable force that threatened to shatter her into a million pieces. She clung to him, her breaths coming in ragged gasps, her eyes squeezed shut as she tried to hold on.

One of Mattheo's hands had found itself around her neck, "Mine," he growled, his teeth scraping along her jawline. "You're always going to be mine."

The possessiveness in his voice sent a shiver up her spine, and she couldn't help but moan in agreement. It was true; she belonged to him, heart and soul.

The climax hit her like a tidal wave, crashing over her with the force of a thousand suns. She cried out, her body shaking as wave after wave of pleasure rolled through her. Mattheo's own release followed, his body tensing as he spilled himself inside her.

He lays her on the bed and starts kissing up her thighs to the tattoo of his name, and she giggles. "Always," she whispers, her voice a little hoarse.

[unhingednovelist]

hey…. psssst… i did a thing

from pages 214 & 215 - house of leaves tattoo time! hell yeah

this is my first tat ever and i am sooooo happy it was for my most loved and most hated (/lh) book in my bookshelf. this is my favourite part of the whole book!!

if i hadn’t of read house of leaves, i would have never written my own novel, so i owe a lot to those pages.

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call me sunshine, send me to space by steddieas_shegoes

@steddieas-shegoes

Rating: Explicit

89,621 words, 18/18 chapters

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Tags: Gay Steve Harrington, Gay Eddie Munson, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Tattoo Artist Eddie Munson, Steve Harrington Gets a Tattoo, sunshine eddie munson, Grumpy Steve Harrington, Accidental Subspace, Sub Steve Harrington, Dom Eddie Munson, Robin Buckley & Steve Harrington Are Best Friends, Good Friend Robin Buckley, Guidance Counselor Steve Harrington, this is because of tumblr polls answers, what a combo, fast burn, like a damn forest fire, Steve Harrington Has a Praise Kink, Top Eddie Munson, Bottom Steve Harrington, Mildly Dubious Consent, but only brief mention and not between eddie and steve!!!, Baby Girl Steve Harrington, Sub Drop, Dom Drop, Aftercare, Soft Eddie Munson, Frottage, Dirty Talk, Platonic Soulmates, Platonic Stobin, Hand Jobs, Finger Sucking, Blow Jobs, Semi-Public Sex, Wet & Messy, Major Illness, Rimming, Anal Fingering, Spit As Lube, Past Child Abuse, Child Neglect, very mild and briefly discussed, Shower Sex, Face Slapping, Hand Feeding, Nightmares, Orgasm Delay/Denial, Edging, Anal Sex, Unsafe Sex, but it's safe because they're clean and ask first, Feminization, Overstimulation, Light Angst, Spit Kink, Cock Warming, Anal Plug, Steve Harrington Wears Panties, Steve Harrington Wears Makeup, Steve Harrington Wears Nail Polish

Summary:

“What size were you thinking? Where’s this going?” Steve pointed to the middle one, barely an inch wide. “I was thinking my wrist?” Eddie smiled at him. “Sounds good, sunshine.” Oh. That was not good. That little thing his stomach just did? Nope. Not good at all.

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[wrishwrosh]

- “word by word,” finn longman

(blog post i enjoyed from a histfic author’s perspective abt wrangling research and prose to convey historical specificity)

[mctwinkdom]

Tattoo artist Lando. Think about it

[lamentofspring]

haley nichole green, I wrap in my softness your broken wing

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[crimsonclad]

just found out Oliver Stark has a tattoo of Buck and Eddie reaching out toward each other under the truck after Eddie got shot and (1) I am a fake fan for not knowing this before now and (2) good god and (3) I need to tunnel into the earth and huddle in a dark burrow to deal with it