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toruslvt · 29 days

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ִֶָ casualties ↪ part two of mafia boss sukuna.

⋆ mdni. semi public ( public place but no people around ) unprotected sex, mentions of guns and bribes, keep in mind he is literally a gangster, none of his behaviors are ‘normal’, mirror sex, slight stalking ( sending people to investigate you ), breeding kink and creampies, pet names used: princess, doll, my girl/love, sweetheart.

after your first encounter, it only took the man a flick of his wrist and your whole life was settled in a stack of papers on his coffee table, smirk tugging on the corner of his lip and a cigarette tightly held on his free hand. your address was the easiest part, with your father being an important member of the mafia, it was only normal for his men to get the direction in the blink of an eye, perfectly in time for Sukuna to start sending large bouquets of flowers with an unknown sender, although his scent was present on each petal, just for you to admire and your father to frown.

it was not too much work either to find your birthday, friends and places you often visit, after all you were a public figure as well, —that and a couple of bribes to your acquaintances it’s all it took.

the store of a luxury clothing brand stood in front of his car, tinted glasses concealing Sukuna’s half hooded eyes and knowing smirk, of course the princess would only shop at the most expensive places, perhaps using daddy’s black card. it’d be a lie if Sukuna said his cock didn’t throb at the idea of you using his black card next, to your heart’s content.

the pink haired man was not one to follow his impulses, to him everything was premeditated, carefully studied so things went smoothly like the fat wad of bills slipping into the retail’s clerk pocket, and much similar to the subtleness in his men’s loaded guns pressed against your bodyguards sides, who trembled in fear, so pathetic.

“tsk” Sukuna thinks, “i should get better guards for my girl” with a swift movement he fixes his cuffs, straightening the jacket suit and matching black half buttoned shirt underneath, allowing his tattoos to be seen.

and it takes his whole self control in not opening the dressing room door where he knows, you’re in, and sloppily make out with you, pants tightening at the memory of your fucked out and dizzy expression. fuck, he’s so hard already. but instead optes to sit on the large leather couch in the middle of the VIP space, his eyes scanning the quietness and luxury in ceiling high mirrors and marble floors.

“what are you doing here?” you ask, finally stepping out of from behind the wooden door and attempting not to let your surprise be seen, but considering the slight twitch in Sukuna’s lip, your attempts probably failed.

“it’s good to see you too, doll.” he almost purrs, eyes drifting up and down the sight of your body in a tight dress, “won’t you turn around for me?” he teases, licking his lips.

yet you remain still, raising a brow and crossing your arms, taking a peek at the now empty room.

“come on, sweetheart, just one turn, for me?” Sukuna grins, sliding a thumb over his bottom lip, “i’ll answer all your questions later” and you’re pliant enough to comply, twirling around with a slight burn in your face, questioning him once again.

his grin never falters, only increasing with your cute actions, deciding to stand up and calmly walk towards the clothing rack, humming in delight at the beautiful garments that would look absolutely stunning on his bedroom floor, “can’t a man shop freely now?” he teases, handing you a matching skirt and top set in an oddly similar color to his hair.

“yeah? i had no idea you liked to shop at an all women’s store” you tease back, allowing for Sukuna to rest his hand on your waist, his whole self made you weak in the knees, a whiff of his cologne and you wanted more.

he chuckles, deeply and rumbling on his chest, making you bite back a whine as his hand guides you to the dressing room, his voice dropping to an intimate level, yet he still bends down to breath against your ear, “then, would you believe me if I said I wanted to see you?” Sukuna whispers, pressing his lips against your nape; you’re not certain of what moment he made you get into the room and close the door softly behind him, only your reflection in the mirror bringing you back to reality, “you’re awfully hard to find, sweetheart” hands trail down your sides, squeezing the sides of your breasts just slightly, “has your daddy been keeping you away from me? did he find out about the lewd things I did to his precious daughter?”

you can’t help the soft moan off your lips at the sensation of the man’s bulge pressing on your lower back, the sight of his large, filled with rings and tattooed hands cupping your body made you dizzy, Sukuna having to bend down to easily nip on your nape, and gently brush your hair out of the way.

“he doesn’t know”

“he doesn’t?, that’s a pity, i’d love to see his reaction when he finds out i’m the one making you this wet and pliant” he chuckles, fingers dancing around the slit on the dress, so sensually your knees bucked, threatening to make you fall if it weren’t because of his arm around your waist.

you whine, “don’t... say that”

“it’s the truth, princess, there’s nothing else I want than having the world know you’re mine” Sukuna groans, raising the hem of your dress and maintaining it tightly under his arm, his other free hand gently cupping your jaw, tilting your head up so you meet his gaze through the mirror, “eyes on me, watch who’s making you feel this good”

with a last nibble on your neck, Sukuna roughly pushes your panties down, not wasting any time in sliding his digits through your drenched slit, coating your clit in your own scent. he’s rock hard at this point, breath coming out ragged in sheer desperation to be buried in your cunt, besides from the lewd picture you paint in the mirror, eyes glossy, lips parted and letting out the cutest sounds he has ever heard.

another trait of Sukuna, is that he’s not patient, in the slightest, so when a finger urgently slips inside your warm walls you shudder in response, hips bucking, almost flopping forward by the tremble in your legs, “good girl, so wet for me” he rasps, licking a fat strip down your neck and towards your shoulder, maintaining eye contact like his life depends on it.

“more...” you beg and his resolve crumbles, his initial plan of making you shiver and beg quickly by wanting to give you what you need, you make him go dizzy, you make him want to give you whoever you ask for, kiss the floor where you step.

“my greedy girl” Sukuna groans, rubbing his cheek with yours as another finger plunges in, messily fucking your hole that drips slick down his wrist, then another until your nails dig in his arm, “you’re ready for me, aren't you?” his voice is low and raspy, hidden lust behind each gasp. Sukuna is quick to undo his pants, cock bobbing in arousal, already dripping with precum as he guides the tip to your pussy, slowly sinking in with his breath hitching, “there we go”

if you weren’t looking at him, Sukuna would be very certain his rolls could have rolled back at the wetness and tightness of your cunt swallowing him inch by inch, his cock pulsing, “fuck, princess, it’s as good as I remember” he licks his lips, tightening his grip on your waist and slightly bending you further in the air.

“your body is begging for it, I can feel your count spasming around me” he smiles, thrusting in deeper, harder, making you take more of his incredible length until his heavy and full balls are nestled on your ass.

“’Kuna...!” you mewl, eyes hooded, threatening to fall shut but the explicit sight of Sukuna filling your hole made you resist, only fueling your desire and lust.

“yes, sweetheart, that’s right, it’s Sukuna the one making your pussy feel so good” he groans, hands grazing your sides in a tight grip before pulling back and forcefully slamming his cock inside, heart racing at the sound of your moans and sticky pussy squelching around his girth.

“o—ohh! fuck!” you moan, half scream at the rough pace Sukuna sets, forcing your body to jolt back and forth, tits about to fall from the low neckline of the expensive dress you tried on, you definitely had to buy it now, “too deep!

he groans in return, “the deeper the better” voice is slightly shaky, “i can reach your cervix properly” it’s a promise, to fill your fertile womb once again like he did weeks ago.

there’s sobs and moans echoing in the room, mixed with the sounds of your mixed juices, and Sukuna is only fueled by them, his hips pounding faster, most definitely leaving your ass sore from the brutal way his balls and hips slam against your soft skin. he holds no respect for your possible future uncomfortableness, only thinking of claiming your cunt.

“i’m close” Sukuna groans, sliding a hand between your drenched legs, pressing two fingers against your clit and messily rubbing in desperate circles, slightly embarrassed of the fact you’re going to make him cum so much and so soon, but how can you blame him when your pussy squeezes him like a tight grip, as if begging him for more.

leaning down he claims your lips, it’s as sloppy as his thrusts and wet as your slick dripping down his cock, “need you to cum with me” he murmurs.

“close!” you manage to cry out against his mouth, only for a brief second before his tongue plunges into your mouth again, swallowing your sounds but allowing the noise of your pussy to resonate, “oh, S-sukuna! i’m cumming” you cry, and there’s the precious and slutty expression he loves so much, eyes crossed as you shudder on his cock, trembling so much he would have been afraid you’d fall, but Sukuna is quicker, selfishly keeping you up to shoot his thick sperm deep in your willing pussy, a deep growl rumbling on the walls as he pumps you, a couple of times so he’s sure his cum would take.

“so gorgeous” he rasps, breathless, meeting your hazy eyes through the mirror while mindlessly rubbing your belly, “i’ll take care of you, my love, i’ll give you whatever your heart desires..., but in return, I just ask for one thing” he murmurs, “let me creampie your tight pussy every single day.”

that’s certainly Sukuna’s own way of asking you out.

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mysacredmuse · 2 months

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soft bf! aventurine headcanons <3 written with gender neutral reader in mind. fluff ! :) there is a small angsty part, but ends up fluffy ehe

let me know if you want more of this, a different character or a different (nsfw) version :3

dividers by @/cafekitsune :)

spoils you rotten. No matter how many times you tell him that it's absolutely unecessary, he insists. He wants you to have everything you want and everything you could possibly need. Pays attention to everything you say and follows every gaze of yours, keeping mental notes of what gift to give you next. At times, he makes gifts by himself. For example, writing 100 reasons why he loves you on pieces of paper that are in your favorite color(s) and putting them in a cute little box that he painted with his own hand. It may not be the best work, but you can truly see the effort <3 + he gets you flowers all the time !!!!!!!

kisseskisseskisses. As soon as he sees you - your face is plastered in countless kisses. He doesn't care if you are in public or not, he will always show you how much he loves you and give you affection. He loves kissing your hands, knuckles, your wrists. He has a habit of kissing the fingertip of your index finger and gently lifting it to your lips, pressing it softly. He also does it to his own fingertip at the times and pressing it on your lips. It's usually when the two of you are alone, simple way of sharing intimacy :3

touchy, feely, touchy, feely. His hands always find a way to be on your body. Either by holding your hand all the time, simply placing it on your lower back or resting it on your thigh when both of you are seated somewhere. If he can, he loves playing with your hair. In any case, he loves just softly running his fingertips on the back of your head.

loves to dance with you as well :3 it doesn't matter if you can't dance, he just loves to sway round and round with you, keeping your body close to his <3

gets you a matching earring <3 (with a clip, in case your ears aren't pierced) + matching rings <3

sometimes, he lets you pick his outfit. But, most of the time, he likes sending you photos and requesting your opinion about his outfit. As soon as you praise him or compliment him you will receive a message that contains 🥰 x 100

sometimes, he wonders are you ashamed of him. He is aware of the opinions of other people as well as the tattoo on his neck. He never hides it, but as soon as the two of you begin to date, he begins to wonder should he cover it up or keep this relationship a secret in case you wish to not "humiliate" yourself. As soon as you reassure him, telling him that you want this relationship to be public and that he could never bring you shame - he lights up. He was looking for the sun for so long and he finally found it in you. He will make sure to always remind you of that and express endless gratitude for being the way you are :)

I mentioned this before, but he is the type to kneel in front of you, gently hugging your legs as he kisses your thighs. It's a form of stress relief for him. Enjoying your skin being so close to him and you being his safe space <3

always leaves notes. If he is going somewhere, you will know either by a text message or by a hand-written note. He always adds a sweet message too - how much he loves you and how he will be thinking of you the entire time <3

loves when you read to him. He didn't exactly learn to write and read for some time (no jokes pls), nor had someone treat him as a child when he was one, therefore he finds you reading to him to be the epitome of safety and warmth as it gives his inner child great comfort :)

loves kids and is great with them! Anytime you go somewhere and for some reason or the other, a child approaches - he will make sure to make it an enjoyable time for them. Either by playing with them, treating them an ice cream or any other snacks or simply listening to their little rambles. He firmly believes that children deserve respect and a good treatment therefore he will always provide his best efforts to keep them happy even if it's for only 5 minutes :)

constantly praises you <3 He compliments everything about you and has genuine interest in anything that may be interesting to you. "If you like it - I love it!" is his main mantra. You will always be heard, always be taken seriously and always complimented and encouraged to be who you are and do what you love to do :)

he is an excellent listener. He may not always have the advice or the solution, but he will always listen to you and comfort you in his own ways. As I mentioned above - you will always be heard by him, no matter the topic at hand :)

he loves to sleep on your lap. It truly gives him so much comfort and warmth <3

he is always proud of you and very open about it. He proudly introduces you as his partner, he loves to switch topics that you enjoy so you can speak more if you'd so like. If you are more introverted, don't fret - he will do all the talk and manage all the conversations. He will also try to get yall home early, so you can recharge and rest <3

on that note, keeps your photos as his phone background. Even shows it to everyone, praises you to them and says that even when he is losing, he is actually the winner because he always goes home to you, his biggest supporter and his own sunshine which makes him the happiest and the luckiest man to ever be alive <3

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eustasskidagenda · 6 months

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anon asked: Hello you <3 your writing style is so smooth, I love it! So, I would like to ask you some smutty fruity juicy smut for Law my man, Kid (maybe it will make you accept this request more easily 😇), and Sanji. Something about how they would react after being teased all the day by their s/o, like bc she’s wearing some suggestives clothes or touching them in public etc. For a female reader, if possible. And regarding the kinks, do as you wish, I trust you with the result. Hope I made the request correctly and tysm for bringing our ideas to life <333 Oh, and you can add some more characters if you want! anon, please.

Hi there! Tysm for your kind words, I'm always a bit uncertain and unconfident when I have to write scenarios in other languages than my native one ;w; So, it means a lot to me ;w; I didn't add more characters bc you already pick two of my personal fav + my ultimate fav ♡. Anyway, the meal is ready, hope it will match your expectations, thank you for requesting!☆

☆Law, Kid & Sanji after being teased all the day by their s/o

CW (generals) : MDNI, f!reader, smut, teasing

WC : 3,3k

Law

CW : dirty talk, fingering, overstimulation, slight degradation (usage of 'slut'), panties stuffing (mouth)

What a foolish game to tease Law. You know that, don't you? Law could write a complete book about teasing and still have much to say regarding this topic, in fact. So, sure, go ahead and tease him. Taunt him with this short skirt, bend just in front of him to grab the book you "accidentally" let fall, and try to annoy him while he's working in his office. He won't show anything, always keeping his cold and serious attitude in front of others. Law is pretty good when it comes to controlling himself. But inside, oh damn, his blood is boiling with pure desire to make you pay. Law is not one to let things fall, so he wants to avenge and he will do so.

And we all know Law is the king of shenanigans. While working, he would imagine a cruel scenario that would make you turn into a moaning, whimpering, and wet mess. He would keep thinking about it the entire day, holding back a mischievous grin as you continue to tease him.

In fact, he thinks you're cute. You're putting in a lot of effort to tease him, but you have no knowledge about this topic. But it's fine, he'll teach you how it's done soon enough.

Despite your attempts to annoy him, he's still working even though it's almost midnight. Even so, you enter his office once more, sitting at his desk, throwing his papers away. And you're wearing a really short skirt, one of his favorites. Slowly, you cross your legs, showing him the panties you're wearing under: again, one of his favorites. "Law, I'm bored" you whine, with wet puppy eyes.

And now the fun begins. Law would use his DF to 'room, shamble' you into your shared bedroom. Obviously, he would also lock the door from a distance. All you can do is wait for him. He won't let you go soon. He would continue working, taking pleasure in the silence and picturing your pitiful whines.

After maybe two hours, he would finally join you, slowly opening the door to find you lying on the bed, all bored and eagerly waiting for the long wait. As you attempt to jump into his arms and say 'Law, you're here!', he would scowl mad at you and take off his hat without any consideration for you.

The aura surrounding him would only radiate anger and eagerness. "Get on the bed." And this is not a suggestion or a nice request coming out of his mouth, but an order. He rarely commands that directly, but when he does, you better obey really quickly. Honestly, you know it's not time to act like a brat anymore, so you should comply.

First thing first, Law would tie your wrists. "A naughty girl like you doesn't deserve to touch me." With that sentence, he would slowly remove his shirt, taking his time, playing with the buttons, and eventually revealing his bare tattooed chest. The one you love to fondle, kiss, bite, and even leave hickeys on.

You're already squirming, anticipating being touched, anticipating intimacy with him, anticipating his skin touching yours. "Is there something wrong, y/n-ya?" Ah, yes. He would really take his time, slowly sliding his shirt down the ground, and running his beautiful tattooed hands through his hair.

As you writhe, your short skirt goes up your thighs, revealing your panties that are already wet. "You're such a pathetic slut. You need me so badly already, y/n-ya?"

He would simply observe how your underwear is becoming more and more wet. He hasn't touched you yet. It doesn't matter if you squirm and beg, he won't care. You did that to yourself. You can try to untie yourself if you want, you're tightly tied.

"Please Law, I'm sorry! I need you so bad! "

" And you decided to tease me all the damn day to get my attention? You're such an eager slut. Now shut up and take it."

Law would love to sit on the edge of the bed, close to you, but not enough to allow you to touch his skin. He would make you feel his presence, enjoying all of your pathetic whistling. And after a certain time, finally, without a word, he would run his skilled fingers along your body, touching you everywhere, avoiding your inner thighs in purpose. The more you contort and arch your back, the more he will tease you. He loves how you crave for his touch.

As tears of frustration start to prickle at the corner of your eyes, he would roughly pinch your nipple. "Something wrong, y/n-ya?" He's tricky because if you beg for more, of course, he won't obey. And if you keep quiet, he would continue to torture your body, waiting for your answer. "That's how we tease someone, y/n-ya."

His hands would slowly, slowly, taking off your skirt and then, he would hook his thumbs under your panties, sliding them down your legs, inch by inch, revealing your bare pussy and damped folds to his eyes. "Law… I" And brutally, he would stuff your wet panties in your mouth. "Nice girls are the only ones allowed to speak."

Your muffled complains would be pure music to his ears. He would continue to tease you, his fingers tracing patterns on your lower-stomach. Finally, sliding along your slit. "You're soaking wet for absolutely nothing." Oh, he would love to watch how your dripping core is aching, clenching around nothing, before slowly rubbing his fingers along your pussy.

"You're making a mess on the bedsheets. You better clean them right after I'm done with you. "

He would push one finger into your pussy while you moan, your mouth still full of your own panties. Law is truly talented, even with just one finger. " One finger. That's all you deserved."

His middle finger, which is nicely curled, would hit all your sweet spots when he circles your clit with his thumb. He would love to watch you trying to get more friction, more of him, more of his fingers. But he won't comply.

He would be painfully slow, thrusting his finger in and out of your body at an unrealistic slow pace, before brutally pushing in, and then, nice and slow again. Yes, it's frustrating, it makes you tense yourself in anticipation, and it's precisely what he's looking for.

"See, I've told you one finger would be enough" as you cum violently all around his middle finger, making a mess on the bedsheets, with shivering thighs, shaky breath and pathetic whimpers.

"I'm not done yet."

Before sliding two fingers inside you. He would continue to rub your clit, hitting all your sweet spots, making you squirm on the bed as you try to untie yourself. But there is nothing you can do. You're sentenced to take more of his fingers, to cum again and again, your sensitive pussy aching and clenching.

Then, he would take off his fingers, licking his tattoos covered in your wetness. And if you dare sigh of relief, he would slowly run his fingers along the length of his cock through his pants.

"Oh, y/n-ya, you're here for a long, long night."

Kid

CW : Degradation, rough sex, fingering, dirty talk, v!sex, spanking, hair pulling, slight choking, Kid has a filthy mouth, size kink, overstimulation, unprotected sex, mention of anal sex

The master of rough sex.

Kid has absolutely no patience or self-control, and absolutely hates being teased. Whenever you tease him, his honest reaction is to grab you roughly by the wrist, pin you against the closet wall, and just fuck you roughly from behind. He doesn't give a damn if it's in a public place.

But today is different because he can't have his fun with you. That damn reunion for the 'alliance thing' that he agreed to because of Killer is way too long, and you're teasing him under the table by rubbing your feet against his cock. Or showing him that you're wearing your red panties, his favorite ones. The poor Kid would hold onto the table, his phalanx white due to the intense effort he's making to maintain his composure.

Don't you dare think about his thoughts right now, because all he can imagine is you being fucked roughly like the little slut you are

The moment the meeting is over, he would try to grab your hips and fuck you immediately. If you manage to escape his grip, sticking out your tongue to mock him before running to the Victoria Punk, oh, damn, you're doomed.

Kid would waste no time looking after you, with clenched fists and gritted teeth. No one would dare approach him because, honestly, his anger is wrapping him up like an aura. And we all know how Kid deals with annoying people.

He would slam the door of your shared bedroom angrily. Kid would be even madder if you lie on the bed, giggling and pleased with your mischiefs. "Think you're funny, fuckin’ woman?" The way he spits his words in your face is quite frightening. Now, you're not laughing anymore. "'Gonna fuckin' ruin ya"

That's all your waiting for, right?

With sloppy moves, he would let his coat fall on the ground, take off his shirt, and throw his boots away. Before ripping all of your clothes, including your panties, and crawling onto the bed, his impressive figure looming over you. He would shamelessly use his large metallic arm to crush you onto the mattress. The prosthetic hand would hold your upper body, with two metallic fingers around your throat and the rest wrapping around your waist. "Stay fucking still, slut."

As you squirm and start to moan, turned on by how dominant he's acting right now, he would scowl angrily. "Stop bein' so fuckin' loud" with a rough slap on your inner thighs.

He would love to watch how you look, pinned down and totally helpless. All you can do is take all of him. He would make you spread your legs, pushing your knees away, and force them to touch the bed sheets in a matting press position.

The sensation of fitting your small body between his muscular thighs would be immensely attractive to Kid. He would slam roughly two thick fingers into your soaking wet pussy without any warning or consideration, hitting all your sweet spots. The only thing you're allowed to do is take it. You won't be going anywhere. Not with his metallic hand holding you still.

As you moan and beg for more, he would laugh mockingly. "Shut the fuck up, slut." Without a word, he would take off his fingers covered in your wetness and force them into your mouth. "Suck them clean."

He would probably make you gag and drool a bit, forcing his fingers down your throat, enjoying how tears are starting to prickle at the corner of your eyes. "Thought it would be funny to fuckin' mess with me?"

After taking off his fingers, he would roughly flip you over on your stomach. "Ass up. Chest down. Now." And, as you comply, he would smash your head against the pillow, forcing your back to arch until your spine hurts.

Kid would spank you with his heavy hand. The flesh one. Leaving red marks on your cheeks and spreading them apart brutally to watch your tight pussy clenching desperately around nothing. "You're just a fuckin slut, Y/N, gettin’ soaked just for some fingering."

Quickly, he would slide down his pants, just enough to free his large cock, leaking in pre-cum, throbbing and twitching with impatience. Then, slamming his hips forward, burying his cock deep inside you, and bullying your cervix with his thick length. "Take it all." As you cry out from how good he's filling you up.

"Shut the fuck up" burying your head violently against the pillow if you start to moan. And if you continue to muffle, cry out, and whimpers, Kid would wrap his large hand around your throat, squeezing roughly, silencing you.

He would slam his cock so hard, making your ass jiggle with each thrust, his heavy balls slapping against your wet pussy, with a sloshing, obscene sound. He would make sure you feel helpless under his control, enjoying how your breath becomes shallow and labored as you struggle to get enough air through your nose. "Don't fuckin' mess with me, Y/N. Never."

He would love to watch how your inside is swallowing his cock, burying himself so deep that it feels like he's pounding your very core.

"You keep sucking me in, you like my cock that much, lil slut?"

The headboard slamming against the wall would cause the bed to creak. With his hand, Kid could either slap your ass or hold you still. And sure, his eyes would be glued to his cock, sliding roughly in and out of you, glistening, all covered by your wetness.

As he pounded into you at a breaking-spine pace, he would grunt loudly and shamelessly, sweat dripping down his face. "Cry out for me all you want, fuckin' whore."

He would pull you back onto his cock with each thrust, almost tearing you in half. He would use his exceptional stamina to his advantage, plowing into you repeatedly and showing no signs of slowing down. He won't stop if you don't use your safe word for a rough session.

"Who's fuckin' you so well?"

His ego would be immensely satisfied if you keep shooting his name.

His hand would grab your hair, pulling it roughly, almost breaking your neck, forcing you to look at him while he fucks you. Squeal for him, cry for him under his unforgiving pace. That's all he wants. "I don't even know why I'm fuckin' you. A slut like you doesn't deserve my cock."

He would continue until your mind starts to melt into nothingness, leaving bruises all over your skin. Your moans and his low, animalistic grunts would fill the rooms. As you cum all around his cock, he would slap your ass, keep thrusting, and overstimulate you. And brutally, he would cum inside of you, his body shaking with the force of his release. After a few more sloppy thrusts, he would pull out, his member sliding out of you with a loud plop, followed by a large amount of white sticky fluid leaking out of you.

"Keep it in, slut."

Slowly, his thumb would find its way to your asshole. "This hole deserves some attention too, right, slut?"

Good luck, you just awake a wild beast. He would be delighted to observe your struggle to walk the next morning. That's what you get for teasing him. No one messes with Eustass Kid.

Sanji

CW : oral sex , fingering (reader receiving), slight food play, squirting, v!sex, Sanji is talking in French here and there

Okay, but Sanji is almost always turned on by your simple presence. Our poor Sanji would struggle to even breathe if you decided to tease him. His eyes would always be glued to your every move. He would smoke more than usual, attempting to resist the urge to lift this beautiful dress and devour you.

Honestly, he would assume that you're angry with him. "Have I done something wrong today, Y/N?" With wet puppy eyes.

Poor Sanji would be even more confused if you start laughing playfuly and lift up your dress slightly, revealing the elegant lace panties you're wearing today. He would struggle to cook, almost burn the dinner for the crew because his mind would be so dizzy. Oh, he would sacrifice everything to eat you out right here, right now, in front of anyone.

Sanji would cough loudly as you continue to tease him under the table during the diner with the rest of the crew. And once everyone has left the kitchen, Sanji would waste no time locking the door and just grabbing your hips and sitting you on the table.

Let's remember the broken plates with a minute of silence.

"J'ai tellement besoin de toi, Y/N" (I need you so bad)

He would also ask you what he has done wrong today, and as you laugh and reply 'nothing, I just wanted to tease you,' Sanji would be relieved. "If my pretty girlfriend is needy, then, I have to take care of her. Je vais bien m'occuper de toi." (I gonna take care of you)

Sanji would use the environment to his advantage and cover your body with black chocolate, slowly licking your breasts covered in the warm liquid. "Tasting so good…"

He would eat and treasure every inch of your skin, sucking on your nipples, pinching them slowly between his thumb and index finger while sucking on the other. Sanji is eager to please you and is happy to finally touch you after a long day of teasing.

He's a starving person, he would never be able to tease you back or just ignore you.

Sanji would slowly slide your panties down your legs. At the sight of your bare pussy, his cock would roughly press against the fabric of his pants.

He would treat you like a queen even if you've been teasing him for the entire day. After all, you are his queen and you deserve the best.

While you remained on the table, he would ask "Are you comfortable?" and then kneel down and gently run his hands along your inner thighs. He would slowly bury his head between your legs. Being between your thighs is his favorite place. Pure heaven for Sanji.

Sanji, the oral sex king, would take his time, placing soft kisses on your inner thighs, slowly approaching your soaking wet pussy. "My pretty girl is so needy."

He would eat you out by using his skills to make you moan his name loudly. Please grasp his hair and press his head harder against your lips. When you use him for your own pleasure, he loves it. His tongue flicking against your clit, he would smoothly slide two long fingers inside of you, curling them deeply inside of you.

Sanji doesn't need anything but his skillful mouth and hands to make you feel good. Your responsiveness is something he loves. He would love to feel your legs wrapped around him as he continues to drink all of your juice as if it were a glass of red wine.

With a gentle touch, he would intensify the passion, his tongue licking harder at your clit, and his fingers perfectly curled against all your sweet spots. Although he's patient, he's also battling against his own urge to take off his pants and slide his cock deep into your hot and wet pussy.

He would look at you, enjoying how your face is twisted in nothing but pure ecstasy. "You're always making the prettiest noises for me" before returning back to his duty: making you cum.

And that's what you do, squeezing his head between your thighs, grabbing a full hand of blond hair, cumming hard against his lips and around his fingers nicely curled inside you.

Sanji would drink all of your juice, continue to eat you out, until you cum again. And again. You teased him all the day, now, he can't get enough of you. He wants more, he needs more. He would leave you with your legs shaking and turn you into a pathetic whiny mess. "Too much!" He would continue until you squirt on his face, your mind so dizzy that you can't feel your own orgasms anymore.

Finally, he would stop, licking his lips and glistening with your wetness. "Tu es si bonne, je ne peux pas m'arrêter." (You taste so good, I just can't stop.)

He would not expect you to return the favor. But it would be cruel to leave him with an uncomfortable erection. You're not cruel. Right?

If you decide to let him slide his cock inside you, he would moan so loudly and shamelessly. The prettiest moans. You just feel so good.

He would fuck you on the table, in all the positions, worshipping every single inch of your body until you're both exhausted.

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mia-ugly · 9 months

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In honour of Good Omens Season 2

HAVE A SLOW SHOW FICLET with thanks to @weatheredlaw for the amazing graphic ❤️❤️❤️ how we doing fam

It’s a kid on set that first tells him.

Not really a kid, but anyone less than thirty seems a kid to him these days (ugh, that’s a loathsome thought.) Jiyana’s a queer and pink-haired punk type, rainbow pin on their jacket, trans-pride flag tattooed on their inner wrist. The first time he met them, the whole wirey confident glittery thing made his gut clench with - what was it - joy and gratitude but also envy? Maybe? (because what must it be like to be that young and that certain of yourself? What must it be like to have the whole world open in front of you? Not that there still isn’t a lot of shit to deal with, and in Merry Old fucking England there is More Shit than Otherwise, but. Still. It’s something Crowley thinks about. Sometimes. When he hasn’t had enough sleep or when he’s had too much of it.)

The kid came up to him Day One to mumble about “being a big fan” and once they wore a Warlock t-shirt to an afterparty (“Vintage!” they said cheerily, and Crowley wanted to swallow his own face at the thought of something from the 2010s being considered vintage, good Christ.)

Anyway, Jiyana tells him first.

“Congrats on the new season!” They’re beside him in the makeup trailer. Crowley doesn’t realise they’re talking to him, assumes they’re wearing AirPods or something, until George gives him a nudge with the powder puff.

“Er, yeah, cheers.” It’s too early to talk to anyone this perky. Then his exhausted, coffee-less brain takes a moment to catch up with his exhausted, coffee-less mouth. “Er, wait, what?”

“Warlock. Heard it’s coming back. Did I tell you I wrote a paper on it in, like, Grade 10? So cool, the GSA at my highschool used to have watch parties, I can’t wait to see what they do with your -“

“Wait -“ Warlock? It’s been bloody years. “Where’d you hear this?”

The kid starts to list off some sites or social media whatsits that Crowley has never heard of, so he just nods and pretends to understand, the same way he does when Az’s niece tries to explain some show called “Jojo’s Big Adventure” or something. Validate, validate, empathise. Just like Pepper taught him.

It’s probably nothing right? A rumour.

But it’s a rumour Az has heard too.

When Crowley gets home that night (they’ve rented a house in Buckinghamshire, even though the studio’s not two hours from their cottage) Az is on him immediately. Heard about it from his sister apparently, who got the news from one of the kids.

“Isn’t that exciting?” His face is all lit up and his hair is wet, bathrobe snugly belted around his waist. The house has an indoor pool, and there are little indents on Avery’s nose where his extremely attractive and sexy swimming-goggles must have been resting.

Crowley presses his lips to each mark.

“Not that we’ve been going hungry or wanting for work –” Az continues.

“You work too bloody much,” Crowley murmurs into his cheekbone.

“But I do love those characters. The whole thing wrapped up so nicely though – what more is there to tell? I wonder what the arc could possibly be.”

“I wonder what you’ve got on under this robe –”

“Anthony!” Az laughs in fake protest, tilting his head back so that Crowley can get his mouth on his throat. Yeah, that’s the ticket. Az tastes like chlorine, and maybe Crowley should join him in the shower after this. After a day in the studio, he could probably use it.

“Would you really want to do a series again?” Crowley asks after he’s finally let his husband go, turned to hang up his coat and thrown his bag on the nearest chair. “Awful lot of commitment. And you’ve that whole run at the Globe coming up, don’t rehearsals start in the spring?”

“We’ll have to see if Helen can mind the goats again while we’re in London.” Az has wandered into the kitchen, turned on the kettle. Crowley looks at the back of his neck (Crowley always looks at the back of his neck. Sometimes he dreams about it.) “If she’s free. I called her this morning to check in, Elmyra’s eating, so her anxiety must be getting better.”

“Cool, yeah,” Crowley says, casual and nonchalant and no big deal. As if Elmyra isn’t his favourite of the bunch and he doesn’t have a song that he made up and no one knows that he sings just to her. As if he didn’t hand feed her all night once because she wasn’t sleeping or eating and neither was he because he was so afraid this tiny rescue goat was going to starve to death, anyway whatever, super cool, who cares. “Is it weird that no one’s reached out to us, though? Do you think?”

“About the goats? Helen has my number –”

“No love, the Warlock thing.”

Az blinks at him, flutters his pretty blond lashes in an attractive, aggrieved sort of way. “You mean you haven’t heard from Beez?”

“I haven’t heard from anyone.”

“Oh.” Az thinks it over. “Well. Neither have I, actually. Do you – is that odd?”

“Maybe they’ve recast us with younger models.”

“They wouldn’t dare.”

“Gotta up the sex appeal of the whole thing. Jawlines. Cheekbones. Sexy results.”

“I –” Az goes a bit pink. Glances at Crowley and then away. “Fail to see how they could improve upon perfection.”

Crowley looks at his husband’s bathrobe and the slight scattering of silver chest hair and his hand on his tea cup and fuck off, his neck. His neck, his neck, who gives a shit about Warlock actually?

“Come over here and say that to my mouth.”

Avery smiles, and sighs, and he does.

ONE YEAR LATER:

Crowley opens the email from Beez.

He fuckin' closes it.

#a slow dumb show for you #slow show #good omens fanfic #fic what i wrote #good omens

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fazedlight · 10 months

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Tattoos (fluffy supercorp ficlet, post-6) “The wild days of youth,” Lena said jokingly, holding out the to-go box of potstickers to Kara from her comfy seat in the Tower. “I just didn’t want to stop.”

“What was the appeal?” Kara asked, reaching for a potsticker with her fingers, popping it into her mouth as Lena pulled the box back.

Lena smiled in amusement. Classy as always, she thought, as she reached for her chopsticks. “I suppose it was just… the expectations. A Luthor should not be so uncultured.”

Kara was making small grabby fingers, so Lena rolled her eyes affectionately, passing the box of potstickers before reaching for the pan-fried green beans. Kara popped another potsticker in, her voice muffled from the food. “So it was an act of rebellion?”

Lena hummed. “My arm tattoo was first, the day I turned eighteen. A simple bird, something that could fly - it always seemed like freedom to me. Same reason I got my pilot’s license.”

“What came next?” Kara asked curiously, curling up on her spot on the couch.

“I went big. The ‘Purity’ script on my back.” Lena smiled, somewhat embarrassed. “It was kind of an ironic tramp stamp. I wasn’t as, uh, extroverted as some of my friends. Veronica was kind of wild at parties.”

Kara laughed. “And then the circles?”

Lena grew pensive for a moment, before nodding. “Lex turned the sun red, and I… just couldn’t breathe. I found myself thinking about my mom a lot.”

“Your mom?” Kara said gently, pausing from her food to look up.

“She… talked a lot, about past, present, future. It’s one of the few things I remember her saying.” Lena glanced down at her wrist, where three circles of growing sizes lay in a line. “I just wanted to commemorate that. That whatever I was going through now, I would be able to get past it.”

“Oh, Lena,” Kara said, a little sadly.

“It was a long time ago, Kara,” Lena said emphatically, her voice… perhaps a bit contemplative, but content. “Things are better now. You make things better.”

Kara smiled softly for a moment, before wondering out loud. “And the pain didn’t bother you?”

“Not really,” Lena said. “It hurt, but it was… meditative? Something to focus on, when I needed to distract myself.”

“That makes sense,” Kara said thoughtfully. The two glanced at each other, before quietly resuming their meal.

Lena reached over for a paper napkin, smiling in a bashful way that crinkled her nose. “So am I the most tatted person you know?”

“Oh no, definitely not!” Kara said, as she popped yet another potsticker in her mouth, looking down into the container for her next one. “Kate has way more tattoos than you,” she muffled through her food.

Kate Kane? Lena thought, with a twinge of… something. She forgot that Kara had even met Kate before. “Oh really?”

“Yeah, like everywhere,” Kara said, reaching for the scallion pancakes. “She even has a dolphin on her butt. It’s super cute. Just don’t tell her I told you,” she said with a laugh.

And Lena’s mind froze. A moment passed, before it slowly started turning again.

Kara-

Kara has-

KARA HAS SEEN KATE’S ASS?!

“That’s nice,” Lena said tensely.

Kara glanced up from her food, examining Lena closely. “Are you okay?”

“Yup,” Lena said, failing to get the stiffness out of her voice.

Kara’s eyebrows crinkled in concern, as she set her food back down on the coffee table - a large feat, really, considering that there were still three potstickers left. “Are you- are you jealous of Kate?” Kara asked curiously.

I didn’t know you liked women, Lena thought desperately. Why didn’t I know? “It’s- I’m fine. It’s fine.”

Kara tilted her head. “You can always get more?”

“What- no, Kara, it’s not her tats I’m jealous of.”

Kara blinked. “Then what are you jealous of?”

Fuck fuck fuck.

Lena paused, taking stock of her options. Kara isn’t currently dating Kate, Lena thought to herself. That much was certain, Kara didn’t mention visiting Kate at all, and Lena was pretty confident that whatever they had before, wasn’t going on now. And it did mean that Kara was into women…

Maybe they had a chance? “I like you,” Lena said, trying to keep the grimace off her face. “Romantically, I mean.”

“Oh- wait- really?” Kara said, stuttering. “I’m not sure how that relates- I mean, I didn’t think you- I-” Kara coughed, pausing for a moment to clear her throat. “I like you too. Romantically.”

“Oh,” Lena said, her eyes widening as Kara smiled shyly. “That’s… that’s good.”

“Yeah,” Kara said, smiling softly. “I want to… take you out on a date?”

“I would like that,” Lena said.

Kara’s foot bounced, a nervous sort of excitement in her body, the two sheepishly resuming their meal, with the occasional warm glance, thoughts floating by their minds on what the future might hold.

Until, eventually, Kara’s expression grew a bit pensive. “What’s wrong?” Lena asked.

“Nothing!” Kara said. “I’m just not sure how we got here from talking about tattoos.”

“Oh, I… I just didn’t realize Kate was your ex, that’s all.”

“My ex?” Kara said, her eyebrows furrowing again in confusion. “Wait, I- you thought- oh.” “What?” Lena asked curiously.

“Lena, I-” Kara paused, holding back a laugh. “I saw her tattoos in battle. I needed to use my x-ray vision.”

“... Oh,” Lena squeaked.

#fluff #supercorp #supercorp ficlet #supercorp fanfic #mel writes ficlets

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patrophthia · 8 months

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hi there lovely!

Congrats on 1k!! I was wondering if you could do a regulus black x slytherin!reader where it’s just them messing around and being a chaotic duo! No worries if not.

omg this is a bit later ive been a busy but i’m here!! this idea is so cute eeeee

meowtoos | regulus black

pairing: regulus black x reader

genre: fluff (ofc), humor (or at least my attempt at it), crack

part of my 1k celebration event !

Regulus knows you well enough to no longer be phased by what you had planned. So when you demanded his arm upon meeting him at breakfast, a bottle of water and —what looked like, parchment paper (he soon finds out that it’s just temporary tattoos)— he lets you take it without question.

You’re wiping at his arm, finding a spot just below where his bicep meets his elbows; your brows are concentrated, tongue poking out slightly as you focus on your work. “Okay, run the story back to me.”

“We’ve been friends for years,” he sighs, a hand reaching to push your hair back when he realizes it was falling in front of your face, “over the summer you took me a cat cafe where I told you that my mother is planning to have me betrothed to someone else and you confess your love to me.”

“And?” You look at up him, eyes meeting. “What else happened?”

“I told you I loved you back and we got matching tattoos to commemorate that moment,” he finishes. Watching as you gently place stencil of an orange cat on his arm, he stills himself, hoping that it’ll be easier for you. “The tattoo is of course a cat, not because it was the only temporary tattoo that you could find but because we confessed our love at a cat cafe.”

“Of course.” Dabbing the stencil with a wet cloth before ultimately pulling it apart, watching as an orange rag doll dries up on Regulus’ arm. “And when the tattoo fades?”

“When the tattoo fades we break up,” he says, watching as you place on exact replica of his ‘tattoo’ on your wrist, “do you want me to break up with you or you with me?”

“How about we have someone intervene?” You ask him, eyes glinting mischievously.

He doesn’t like the idea very much, but you’re his friend. And he likes you, very much. So he entertains your idea. “Who do you have in mind?”

“Do you think Rosier would help me break up with you?” You ask him. “Or Crouch?”

“Crouch fancies you,” Regulus says off-handly; taking over your ‘tattooing’ process. “I’m pretty sure Rosier’s also in love with you as well. All and all they’d be pretty happy to help you break up with someone.”

You can’t help but giggle at his words. “You think your two closest friends are in love with me? Are you serious, right now?”

Your eyes meet for a brief second and neither of you bother to hide your smiles at the oh so obvious joke. “I am,” he says instead, smile still there, “I know them well enough to know how they think.”

“Okay,” you say first; Regulus hands are soft, grazing against your skin as he dabs a wet cloth over your stencil, staying still for a second as he waits for it to transfer over to your skin. “Give me a reason why you think they’re in love with me.”

He doesn’t look at you when he says: “well for one you’re pretty.” And then, he adds. “And for two, you’re stupid enough to think convincing people we’re together is a funny idea.”

“Well you’re stupid enough to go along with my ‘funny idea’,” you snickered, lightheartedly. “So how should we reveal our relationship? Should I confess my love for you during your game this weekend or should I spread a few rumors about us.”

Regulus knows that rumors travels as fast as the speed of light at Hogswart, but he also knows that it’s way more fun and chaotic when you’re shouting in front of a huge crowd who was there for something completely different.

So he peels away the stencil, admiring the matching cats on both your arms and tells you: “I’ll find a way to get you into the announcers booth.” And, just for extra measures, he adds. “Let’s hope you’re ready for this, my love.”

#regulus black imagines #regulus black x reader #regulus black fluff #regulus black fanfiction #regulus black humor #regulus black x you #regulus black scenarios #regulus black x yn #🧳: my writing #🍰: 1k with patro!

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pioneergirlsie · 9 months

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The Little Things

John “Soap” MacTavish x Reader

Summary: While Johnny is home on leave, you share a quiet moment together.

A/N: I am such a Soap girl. This is based on a post that I cannot find back about coloring Ghost’s tattoo sleeve. It’s lived rent-free in my head ever since I read it, and this was born. I will link the post if I ever find it back!

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“Hold out your arm,” you commanded.

Soap gave you a suspicious look. You’d been quietly working on a coloring book on the couch beside him for a while now, the scratch of the marker on paper the only sound besides an occasional chuckle before Soap showed you a meme.

“What are ya doin’, lass?” he asked with an amused grin.

“Just let me see your arm,” you said, giving him a pleading look.

He tried to give you a stern look and refuse. He really tried, but he could never say no to you. No, after the horrors of battle, you were what he came home to, his comfort and his safe place to land. You were his everything, and he’d never deny you anything, not if he could help it.

You’d been dating for two years, but the time you’d actually physically spent together had been drastically shortened by his deployments. You both treasured the time you could spend in each other’s presence.

“Johnny,” you teased, drawing out his name. You wanted his arm.

He rolled his eyes and held out his right arm, the one with the tattoo. Your face erupted into a bright smile as you got comfortable on the couch, moving his forearm to your lap.

You uncapped a blue marker and steadied your canvas with the other hand.

Soap raised an eyebrow.

“It’s too plain,” you said, gesturing to his tattoo. “Needs some color.”

You waited until he gave you the slightest hint of a nod before you touched the tip of the marker to his skin, delicately brushing it over his arm.

He laid his phone aside, intent on watching you work. Soap was enjoying the attention you were focusing on him, and the brush of the markers was intensely relaxing.

As you carefully worked and chose different colors to best suit different areas of the tattoo, Soap couldn’t help admiring you. Beautiful, kind, innocent. You were as untouched by war as someone dating a special forces soldier could be. You cared about him in a way few others did. Even on his worst days, you *wanted* to be there for him.

Too soon, you capped your last marker.

“What do you think?” you asked, a twinkle in your eyes.

At some point, he’d stopped watching you color and focused on your face instead, watching you bite your lip in concentration as you worked. Now he looked over your handiwork.

“Excellent work,” he said with a grin.

“Should get it tattooed like that,” you commented, trying to tease.

He didn’t say what he was thinking: if he got it tattooed like that, you wouldn’t be able to color it again when the ink washed off.

“My turn,” Soap said, holding out a hand for your arm.

You looked at him, puzzled. He knew you didn’t have any tattoos.

Soap grabbed the black marker and motioned for your arm.

“I’ll sketch you something.”

You gave him your arm quite happily, and he held your wrist lightly to keep his canvas still. You couldn’t stop a shiver at the touch of the cold marker on your skin.

He started working immediately, painting his vision onto your arm. The attention he focused on you and the feeling of the marker was relaxing. He could draw on every square inch of you if he wanted to and you wouldn’t mind.

You found your eyes wandering to his face. The way he held his jaw told you he was concentrating hard. His blue eyes never wavered from his work.

You loved him. He was your protector, your confidant, your partner-in-crime. You hated that he had to be away so much in such a dangerous line of work, but you were also immensely proud of his service. You wanted to support him through everything.

Your eyes flickered back down to what he was drawing. It was a wild violet.

One of the first times you’d spoken, you’d been crouched near the edge of the sidewalk. Soap had assumed you needed help. Why else would you be in such a position?

When he asked if you were okay, you looked up and smiled, assuring him you were fine. You’d blushed at his attention, having hoped to go unnoticed in the few moments your task would take.

“I just thought these violets were pretty, growing out of the sidewalk cracks like that,” you’d said. “They’re my favorite.”

You were taking pictures of a beauty that few others would ever notice, and that was one of the things he loved about you. You found good everywhere.

Soap finished coloring in the petals.

“What do you think?”

“It’s perfect,” you whispered, in awe that he’d drawn something that lovely in mere minutes.

Soap smiled at you as you admired his masterpiece. You were radiant. You were everything good and wonderful and beautiful. He loved you.

“Will you marry me?”

It slipped out before he could stop it.

He wasn’t prepared for a proposal. He would have planned a fancy dinner and taken you somewhere romantic. Instead, his proposal was accidental and spontaneous, born in a moment of pure love.

You froze and looked up at him, shocked. Had he really just proposed?

As you looked at him, his heart stopped. He couldn’t breathe. *What if you said no?* Why had he let that slip?

“Johnny,” you breathed, and he prepared himself for your gentle rejection.

“Yes.”

It was his turn to be stunned. “Yes?”

“Yes,” you confirmed, tears in your eyes. “A thousand times, yes.”

He cupped your face and kissed you sweetly. Your hot tears slid over his thumb, but he didn’t mind.

As you broke the kiss, you both started laughing in disbelief.

“Are we getting married?” Soap asked, gazing deep into your eyes.

“Yes,” you said and smiled, running a hand through his mohawk. “Yes, we are.”

He looked a little embarrassed then.

“What?”

“I dinnae have a ring for my fiancée.”

You were about to assure him that you didn’t mind. You could go ring shopping at any time. Still, you knew he just wanted this proposal to be perfect for you.

In a moment of inspiration, you grabbed a thin-tipped Sharpie and held it out to him, along with your left hand.

He quickly caught on.

“May I?”

You nodded. He took your hand and the marker and began his work. While he drew, he told you how much he loved you. Every reason that he adored you, he let himself say.

You wiped tears with your other hand, trying to keep steady for your fiancé.

Once he had designed a ring as special as you, he capped the marker. While he was still holding your hand, he brought it to his lips and kissed it.

“I love it, Johnny.”

It was truly a work of art, an elegant design with a Celtic twist. You didn’t say it then, but you wondered if you could get a jewelry-maker to craft you a ring following his design. The ring was perfect, and it was created out of the love you had for each other.

You kissed him.

“I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

You were going to be his, his, his.

You were his.

#elsie writes #call of duty #john soap mactavish #john soap mactavish x reader #soap mactavish x reader #modern warfare 2

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spacequokka · 2 years

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RM1526: Calculus II

Pairing: professor!Changkyun x student!Reader Genre: College AU, Smut Rating: M Summary: “I don’t doubt that. However,” he held your wrists in one hand as he locked the only door to the classroom with the other, “I can’t risk someone walking in on me topless. Even in the name of art.” Word Count: 2.6k 🤬 drabble my ass Warnings: teacher/student relations, topless Kyun deserves a mention, marking, dirty talk, reader would do shots off his tats and it shows, choking, quick rough vaginal sex on a desk, one use of degradation, editing this at 3am with a mix of coffee and melatonin gummies in my system, mistakes were made

Inspired by this gif. Part one of my four entries for the Monsta X professor au series with @iibonniee who made the banner! If you love this, please shower her with love for me. This series is all her idea. I recommend That’s the Way Love Goes and Promise for reading.

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At this point, it was an obsession. It started as mild curiosity at first. Who wouldn’t want to know more about the pretty tattoo playing peek-a-boo on the sexy calculus teacher? It wasn’t as if you cared about the numbers and symbols on his whiteboard. But the way his forearm flexed as he flipped the marker between his fingers, slowly shifting his sleeve back to show the intricate ink was becoming its own religion. You only wanted to see it up close, maybe even ask who did it so you could go pay your respects.

But no.

“Hm, that’s too easy for you, Ms. ____.” Professor Im smiled and shook his head. “Come back to me when you get an A in my class.”

You were barely passing his class. Well, you were nothing if not determined when it came to stupid shit. You found a tutor and made it your life’s mission to master math Greek gibberish. By the end of the semester, you managed to get a fucking 92. It was time to collect your reward.

You had your grades printed off, hand slightly shaking as you stayed in your seat and waited for class to empty for the day. Did you need your phone? You should probably take a picture to show the artist if he tells you who did it. Ugh, but why wouldn’t they remember him or their work? Okay, maybe you wanted a souvenir for your hard work.

“You planning on sleeping here tonight?”

Your attention snapped to the professor where he stood behind his desk with his hands in his pockets. Today was his black turtleneck sweater day. You swallowed hard and got to your feet. “No!” You held up the paper as if he could see it from where he stood. You hopped down the stairs and came to a stop in front of his desk. “You said you’d show me your tattoo if I brought my grade up. I have an A now.”

His bored expression barely changed as he cocked an eyebrow at you. Oh, fuck. Did he forget? You didn’t think you needed to remind him along the way. Shit—

“I know what your grade is. Who else grades your work?” The tiniest smirk graced his lips before he took his hands out of his pockets. “Ah, now which one was it…” He looked between his arms then held one up. “I think it was this one.”

You sucked in air. “Wait, you have more than—”

He ignored you as he pushed back the fabric and revealed the holy grail. The flower was gorgeous, an intricate weave of lines that healed to perfection. You were drawn to it like a moth to his flame. He watched you come around his desk and even let you pull his arm closer for inspection. “You like ink that much, huh?”

“Sir, I happen to appreciate all forms of art,” you murmured as you traced the petals lightly with a fingertip. He shivered, but you ignored it, moving your focus to the shading of the stem and leaves. To his credit, he didn’t pull away.

He cleared his throat. “I got that impression over the past few months. You tend to stare whenever I roll my sleeves up.”

You felt your face flush as you froze and dropped his arm as if he’d burned you. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Mmm.” He nodded. “Of course. Come on, time to go.” He gently pushed your shoulders, turning you towards the door.

“Oh, wait! Can I get a picture? I killed myself for this.” You reached for your phone. “I wanna get one done soon.”

“A picture?” He scoffed. “It’s not even the best tattoo I have.”

“It’s not?” You whirled around to face him. He was close, and it forced you to look up past his chin. “Can I see? Please? Please, lemme see it.”

His lips twitched as he looked away. “I dunno, Ms. _____. I’d have to take my sweater off.”

“I’m fine with that. I want to see it.” You reached for the hem of his sweater, but he caught your eager hands.

“I don’t doubt that. However,” he held your wrists in one hand as he locked the only door to the classroom with the other, “I can’t risk someone walking in on me topless. Even in the name of art.” The click of the lock echoed in the large room. “You can’t tell anyone I showed you either.”

Excitement buzzed in your veins like alcohol. “Your secret’s safe with me, sir.” You followed him back to his desk, where he gestured for you to stand in front of his chair. You obeyed his instruction. His large hands seized you by your waist and pressed you against the edge of the desk.

“You might want to be up here to see it properly,” he murmured. Well, he had a point. You pushed yourself up onto his desk without a second thought. He rewarded you with one of those rare true smiles. “Perfect.” He sat down in his chair.

“Does anyone else know about your tattoos?” You asked without taking your eyes off him. He shook his head as he pulled the slinky sweater up and off his body. Your brain instantly turned to mush upon seeing the various designs of ink on his chest and shoulders. His artist must have descended from Da Vinci himself. You made this weird squeaky noise that sounded like a mouse on helium breathing its last.

Professor Im ran a hand over his pecs, then stretched. “Okay,” he stood up and got mind-numbingly close, “be gentle with it. I get ticklish.”

You scoffed as he turned around. Your mouth dropped open, eyes wide and sparkly. You’d imagined all sorts of different designs on him. Something like this? Unthinkable, yet it suited him. Again, your hands moved on their own as you committed each detail of the three flowers to memory. “This is amazing,” you whispered.

“So is your touch,” he grunted. “Are you always this delicate with things you handle?”

Your cheeks heated up, and you bit your lip. “Would you like it if I poked harder?” You didn’t mean for it to sound that way, but once the words were out, you shrugged it off. A man with gorgeous skin and god-tier tattoos will do that to you.

What you didn’t see coming was his reaction. He stiffened for a second, as if even he couldn’t believe you’d be that bold. But then he backed up, all but shoving his back into your face. He gingerly brought his hands to your knees as if to steady himself as he perched his ass against the desk between your thighs. Did he think you wouldn’t lick his fucking tattoo right here? You honestly couldn’t tell if he was aware he was slowly driving you insane.

Two can play that game.

Keeping an eye on the side of his face, you splayed your hands out on his back and gently pressed your fingertips into his skin. His mouth opened a little. With a deep breath for confidence, you pressed your lips to one of the flowers wound around the blade going down his spine. The man jerked like you’d shocked him, but again he didn’t pull away. Instead, he squeezed your knees with a warning as he released a slow exhale. He might have mumbled something like “Don’t get fired, Kyun.”

You liked the idea of him fighting against doing whatever was going on in his head. You also liked playing with fire. “I’m surprised there are no scratches on your back.”

“Why would I—” He stopped when he caught on. “Ah. Well, it’s hard to scratch someone when you’re pinned down.”

The thought of being pinned underneath him, taking each stroke with his impossibly deep voice in your ear, was a heady one. You whimpered at the thought as your knees trembled with want. “Shit.”

He glanced at you over his shoulder. “You okay?” His concern was genuine, but it wasn’t like you could focus when he was massaging your legs. His hands were calloused and swallowed your calf muscles. You couldn’t help the way your mind immediately wondered what else on him was big.

“Yep.” You swallowed hard, trying and failing to push the horny thoughts away. “C-can I see the ones on your chest before I go?”

He made a noise somewhere between a hum and a moan before turning around without bothering to put distance between you. He arched his eyebrow, silently asking if it bothered you, but you were already reaching up to touch him.

His grip on your thighs tightened as he leaned into your touch. “Fuck,” he gasped, while his eyes fluttered shut. You tilted your head to the side, amazed at how he responded to every little thing you did. Your hands trailed from his chest to his neck. His eyes snapped open and focused on you with a look that made you sit up straighter. You instinctively tried to close your legs around his waist, barely aware of how you exposed your dirty thoughts and wants. Changkyun’s hands closed around your wrists and pulled you towards him as he leaned in close enough for your noses to touch. “You’re really testing my patience here.”

You felt the low rumble of his voice deep in your soul, your core, and knew if he asked you’d fuck him right then and there. “I’d never do that.” You pouted as you looked into his eyes and brought his hips closer. “I hate tests.”

There was a beat of silence before he spoke. “Tell me you want this, _____.” He spoke against your lips. “No misunderstandings.”

You moaned softly as you threaded your fingers through the hair at his neck. “I want this, want you so bad—”

Changkyun didn’t even let you get the words out. He devoured your mouth with a kiss so hot and wet your panties were ruined in seconds. The way he paid attention to every detail, from your lips to your tongue and even the roof of your mouth, left you whimpering with want while struggling against his hold keeping you from touching him. And you wanted that more than anything. Just to feel his skin and the raised lines from his tattoos under your fingers while he shivered.

When he got tired of exploring your mouth and nudged your head aside to kiss your neck, you were able to voice your complaints. “Please,” you pulled against his hold, “let me touch you.”

He chuckled before nipping at your throat. “Greedy girl, you already have. It’s my turn.”

You had to bite your lip to keep from crying out when he bit you again, this time harder. “Please, just a little bit more.”

His kisses trailed back to your mouth. “Sound so pretty when you beg like that, but keep it down. I don’t want anyone else to hear what’s meant for me.” He gently bit your bottom lip and slowly let it go. “Got it?”

“Yes, sir.” You nodded. He smirked and kissed you again as he laid you back on the desk.

“Can’t believe you’re a bad girl. On your professor’s desk spread out like this. Never would’ve thought.” His fingers caught the hem of your sundress and pushed the fabric up. Before you knew it, his fingers were exploring your pussy, caressing your folds, then parting them to dip a finger in. “Shit. I knew it. You’re gonna feel like heaven on my dick.”

Somehow, this kept getting better and better. Knowing he wanted to get inside you was all you needed to hear. “Oh, fuck yes.” You moaned quietly as you squirmed impatiently. He continued to tease you, sliding his finger in and out then adding another and finally a third. By the time he deemed you ready to take his dick, you were a mess, babbling as you rode his fingers chasing an orgasm he wasn’t willing to give just yet.

“Hands stay up here.” He pointed to the edge of the desk by your head. You grabbed it with both hands as he fished his wallet out of his back pocket and pulled out a condom. Then he pulled off some David Blaine bullshit by undoing his belt and pants with one hand while opening the condom then rolling it on. Any other time, you would have applauded him. He put one of your legs on his shoulders while stroking himself a few times. You felt him prod at your entrance, head teasing through your slick before rubbing circles around your clit. Biting the inside of your cheek was the only way to keep you from giving you both away. “So good for me…” he moaned as he pressed the tip inside.

You tightened your grip as your legs shook with each inch he fed you. By the time he was balls deep, both of you were sweating and shaking, whispering curses as you realized what feeling so fucking good meant for you two. Pussy so tight and wet. Dick thick and deep. This could never have been a one-time deal. Fuck. He squeezed the thigh on his chest and pressed a kiss to your knee.

“Gotta make this quick so I can get you somewhere softer, like my bed or couch.” He groaned as you clenched at his words.

“I’m not picky,” you said bringing your other leg to his hip and pulling him in deeper. “Backseat of your car will do.”

“Shit, I can see you making me pull over at least once.” He put his other arm under the leg on his hip and bent over, pushing your legs back towards your chest. “You’re sin with pretty eyes and a tempting smile.” He pulled out just enough to slam back in, immediately setting a fast and brutal pace. The angle was perfect, stimulating your clit while reaching deep enough for each stroke to brush that special spot that had you seeing stars. His lips came back to yours and he hushed you. Only then were you aware that your cries of pleasure were echoing. “Get me fired and you’ll be my cocksleeve until I find another job.”

“P-promise?” You smiled, happy when he grunted and nudged your head aside again and suckled a mark into your skin.

“You’d love that, wouldn’t you? Spending every fucking minute stuffed with dick and screaming my name.” His strokes grew shorter as he put more strength into his thrusts. He let one of your legs go in favor of your throat, bringing your attention back to the flower on his forearm. His muscles flexed as he adjusted his grip to only apply pressure from the sides. “Look at you. You love being choked, too? You keep surprising me. Cum for me, baby. Cum so I can take you home and wear that pretty ass out.”

He didn’t have to tell you twice. A few more rolls of his hips against yours, pelvis grinding on your clit, and you were gone. His arms moved to the sides of your head, hands gripping the desk alongside your own as he started pounding away. The poor desk tried to hold its ground but still ended up screeching as it scooted across the floor with his thrusts. Losing his footing threw off his concentration and within minutes he was moaning in your ear as he came.

When he stopped and rested his head on your shoulder, you brought your arms down and gently rubbed his back, giving him a little pat for a job well done. But he didn’t want that. He pushed up and pulled out, peeling the condom off and dropping it in the trash by his desk. He grabbed your hands and helped you sit up. “Let’s get out of here.”

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the-duke-of-nuts · 10 months

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The Florist and The Tattoo Artist

Day 1: Tattoo Shop/Florist @dukexietyweek

Author’s Note: It’s Spooky Gays week bbs! You all remember last year when I said I'd write a fic to this exact prompt based on my post? Of course you do! I of course did not write it yet B U T don't scroll away just yet I promise there's something. I've written a little snippet (I say snippet as if it isn't literally half of one of the chapters) on one of the scenes that happen in the story but I made sure to write in a way where you don’t really need the whole fic to understand what’s going on. With that being said enjoy I guess!

Summary: Pretty much just Remus coming up with a tattoo design for Virgil and asking him out on a date.

Pairing: Dukexiety

Word Count: 1018

Warnings: Food Mention, I guess Remus mentioning his ass I don't know there's not really much here so I think just those should be fine

"Y'know for a tattoo artist I'd expect you to have at least one." Virgil commented as he started watering the beautifully grown plants in the shop. "Oh I do I gave myself a tentacle sword one on the right side of my ass." Remus answered casually. "How did- Y'know what I don't wanna know." The tattoo artist cackled at seeing Virgil shake off the impressive yet disturbing thought.

"Trust me I'm gonna get more soon. So what about you, have you ever thought about getting a tatt?"

"I mean... I wouldn't mind getting one I just don't know of what." The florist shrugged as he finished watering the plants and walked back to the counter. "Well for starters where do you want it?" Remus asked. Virgil thought about it for a moment. Despite the florist's appearance he never thought that far ahead about where'd he even get a tattoo let alone hoped for one in the first place but knowing the tattoo artist, the mustached man would probably come up with a big or possibly suggestive kind of design for him so he went the safe route.

"I don't know probably like..." Virgil started rolling down his sleeve and pushed his wristbands and bracelets out of the way and pointed to his wrist and forearm. "On my wrist or forearm or somewhere around there." "Hmm..." Remus suddenly took Virgil's arm and started lightly tracing the design he had in mind on the emo's wrist area. The florist fought back from shivering at the touch already knowing the smug words that would come out of the tattoo artist's mouth if he did or looked back up and saw how much he was blushing but luckily Remus was still distracted with figuring out the design.

How did we get to this... One moment we're working across from each other and I'm trying to kick you out of here as much as possible on the daily and next thing I know I can't get enough of your stupid flirting...

"Got it."

Virgil immediately snapped out of his thoughts once he heard Remus speak again. "I think something like a stormcloud with patches on your wrist would look good. Something like... OOH! Do you have any paper?" Virgil looked under the counter and found his sketchbook and handed it to Remus with a pencil. The florist mentally hoped and prayed the tattoo artist didn't carelessy flip the pages too fast and see the drawing of him on the very last page.

If he asks or says anything just tell him it's Freddie Mercury but edgy.

But Virgil instantly relaxed when Remus thankfully started sketching the design on the first empty page he spotted which was in the middle of the book.

Remus was known to be fast with his sketches but he made sure everything was detailed and perfect to the point where he didn't even need to use the eraser. After a minute or two Remus finally finished the drawing and looked at it satisfied. "Like this."

Once the tattoo artist flipped the sketchbook over to reveal the design, Virgil stared at it amazed. When Remus said a stormcloud with patches he certainly delivered. It was so detailed that the emo even immediately knew what colors he wanted it all to be.

"Woah holy shit that actually looks pretty badass!" "Thank you! I tend to give only the best for my Muses~" Remus winked smirking as he put the sketchbook back down.

Wink at me with those damn pretty eyes one more fucking time and I'll give you something to be smug about

Virgil cleared his throat blushing. "I'll think about it." "Cool just let me know and I'll give it to you for free." The florist went wide eyed at hearing that. Normally people would be grateful for not having to pay for a tattoo but the thought of Remus possibly needing the money one day just didn't sit right with Virgil.

"What? Ree no no no I can't but what if-"

"No butts except yours getting the tatt for free Vee Vee!" Remus booped Virgil's nose to which the florist sighed defeated trying to swat the tattoo artist's hand away. "Fine." Virgil playfully huffed and crossed his arms looking away. "Good..." Remus suddenly smirked. "Fair warning though tatt's on the wrist hurt like a bitch but I'll gladly hold your hand if you need me to~" He teased wiggling his eyebrows. "Shut up." A flustered Virgil playfully hit a cackling Remus' shoulder.

"But if you really wanna pay me back I'll also take a date as a form of payment~"

"Not that I'm immediately saying yes or anything but what did you have in mind?"

"There's an Italian restaurant down the street... I know how much you love pizza and bread sticks~" Remus took Virgil's hand and kissed it smirking as the emo's face became even redder.

Can you stop making me wanna fucking kiss you for 10 seconds!?

"Alright fine you had me at the pizza and bread sticks." Virgil said not letting go of Remus' hand. The tattoo artist beamed at hearing that. "Really? Well how does tonight after we both close sound?" Virgil couldn't help but smile at Remus' eagerness. He missed seeing that pretty spark of excitement in the tattoo artist's eyes. "I'd like that." "Yes!" Remus fist pumped whispering victoriously to himself.

"You won't be disappointed-"

The tattoo artist was cut off by his phone alarm ringing to which he dramatically sighed and turned it off.

"Looks like my lunch break is over... Meet back outside of here later?"

"Sounds good."

Remus smiled at the approval and before he could turn away and leave Virgil tugged him back to him and kissed his cheek causing him to freeze and blush. "Now go before I change my mind and you mess up your schedule and if you do, that won't be on the lips tonight." Virgil teased. "Yes Sir~" Remus smirked and quickly ran out of the shop and back to his job. Virgil chuckled and shook his head.

I'm in love with a dork.

#dukexietyweek2023 #dukexiety #virgil #virgil sanders #remus #remus sanders #ts virgil #ts remus #sanders sides #thomas sanders #dukey writes

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dontfeeltoohot · 1 year

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Have a little 2k thing I wrote for my YTAU. Steve and Eddie are both sick, set in March 2023, 7 months into their relationship.

XXX

Eddie presses his face to his shoulder, rubbing his nose into his black Helloween tee. He’s over halfway done with his second client; some girl in her twenties who wanted flowers on her collarbones- how original. Sniffling, he wipes down the tattoo with his green soap solution and then goes back to shading the side of a leaf. His throat’s worse than earlier back at home, when he’d been curled up with Steve, both of the men sick and tired.

Sometimes the tattoo artists wishes work didn’t exist, as he scrunches his nose up when a tickle winds its way through his sinuses. Picking up the gun and turning as far away as he possibly can, craning his neck, Eddie brings his arm up to his face.

“iiHGkSH’ew! hihKTchuhEW! hh’GKtSCH’uhew!” Sniffling soupily, the long haired man grabs a paper towel from his station and blows his nose, wincing at the noise. “Let’s take a five minute break sweetheart, I need to wash up, and it’ll give you a rest from the pain,” he smiles.

“Yeah, sounds good. Bless you, by the way.”

The way she looks him up and down has him giving her an awkward nod, knowing now that she’s flirting with him. Clearing his throat and wincing as it scrapes, he stands and throws the paper towel and his black nitrile gloves away in the wastebasket, then heads to the back where the bathrooms are. Yanking his phone out, Eddie clicks quickly to his and Steve’s text thread, then hits the voice message button, nostrils twitching.

“hiKTsch’ew! snf! huhIhGKschEW! eh’IGkTCHew! SNDF!” He sneezes into his shirt so the sound isn’t as muffled, then clicks the stop button on his phone.

Hope you enjoy, princess. Couldn’t catch a couple a few minutes ago, but hope these make up for them.

Pressing send, it’s then he notices there’s an audio from Steve, too. Biting his lip, he makes sure his sound is down almost all the way, then puts the speaker up to his ear.

“huhRESHHH’uh! EISHHuh!” There’s barely a pause between the loud, harsh sneezes, and Eddie squirms, imagining his boyfriend snapping at the waist, completely at the mercy of his worsening cold.

“Fuck, Steve,” he grumbles, sniffling and scrubbing his nose with his wrist before looking back at the screen and typing.

Also, bless you. Those sounded like you needed them. Can’t wait till we’re home and I can coax more out of you 😏😏

Peeing and washing his hands, Eddie sighs at the throbbing in his sinuses and the sluggish mess that’s making its way closer to the edge of his nostrils. This cold is by far the worst he’s endured in the string of Steve-born illnesses in the past seven months.

The walk back to his station includes Peter stopping him and asking him if he’s free tomorrow; his day off, to be an extra set of hands for walk ins.

“Oh, uh…” Eddie scrubs at his face. “Lemme get back to you? Think I’m comin’ down with something man, don’t wanna spread it around.”

“Steve really is a germ magnet isn’t he?” Bryson pipes up from his station a few feet down, working on a man’s back.

“Yeah, it’d be endearing if I could side step getting it too,” the artist jokes, even though realistically he doesn’t mind.

“Oh well, maybe it’ll end up building up your immunity in the long run.”

“My immune system was perfect before him,” Eddie chuckles. “But it’s ok. Just means spending time with my boyfriend curled up on the couch. He’s not a terrible patient like Alyssa is,” he gives Bryson a look, referring to the man’s girlfriend.

“God she’s the worst. Like just rest for twenty damn minutes!”

Eddie heads back to his area, pulling more gloves on. “You ready to finish up? We should be done soon.”

“Yeah! But it’s really not that bad. I don’t know why people claim it hurts so much, it feels good to me.” She shimmies her shirt off again, revealing just a bandeau top, easy access to her clavicle.

“Mm, probably just have a higher pain tolerance,” he explains, not wanting to play into her games. He starts his tattoo gun back up, dips the needles into the ink again, and goes to work.

An hour and a half later, the musician is saying goodbye to Anna, smiling at the $80 tip she’s just handed him. At least that’s a plus. Shoving it into his pocket, he switches the money for his insulin pump, checking it quickly. When his numbers seem good, Eddie blows his nose again and coughs, shivering. A noise from his phone grabs his attention and he unlocks the screen.

Audio message- 4 seconds

Audio message- 11 seconds

Audio message - 7 seconds

Audio message- 22 seconds

Jesus Christ.

You trying to kill me at work? I can’t even listen right now.

Just thought you’d wanna hear how my cold is 😇

Harrington, you little shit, you’re going to be the death of me. 🍆👅🤤

Nose running, Eddie sighs and rips yet another paper towel from the roll, pressing it right to his pink, oversensitive nostrils, blowing thickly. He can feel the paper get wet and grimaces- he finds mess from other people hot, but himself? Not so much. He drops down into his chair and lets his forehead thunk against his table, curls falling everywhere around his face.

“Maybe you should head home early,” Liz, their only female in the shop, observes.

“Nah, s’just a cold, don’t need to leave for it,” Eddie picks his head up slowly, feeling congestion shift as he does. “F-Fuck hold ohhhn-“ the tattooist turns away and pulls the neck of his shirt up over his face, aiming downward towards his chest.

“hihGhKschew! sndf! Ugh, s-sorry that wahhs hehIHGKshhuhew! iiEIshuhew! Fuck! snfSNDF! That was gross.”

“Yep,” Liz grimaces. “But like, also who cares? You’re sick, what’re you meant to do? Those tiny little kitten sneezes? Gotta at least get that shit out,” she shrugs.

Eddie’s acutely aware of how weird this conversation is. Either the woman is just that vanilla, or she’s fucking with him and into it. Because no regular person is going to just…say those words. Right? He rubs at his nose with the inside of his sleeve cuff, nose too sore to want to bother with another paper towel.

“Stop germing your shirt up,” the bright pink haired girl rolls her eyes fondly.

“Quit being a mom, I get that enough from St-sndf! Steve.”

“Then quit being a bad sick person.”

“Fuck you, I’m an Angel. I’m the best sick person.”

“Says the guy who just rubbed snot all over his shirt.”

Point 1- Liz.

XXX

Steve’s been holed up in the back office of Not Just Coffee all morning with his tissues and cough drops, trying to reorganize some of their recipe files they’ve been keeping. As he squints at the computer screen, his nose scrunches up involuntarily and he scrubs at it with his knuckles. This fucking cold is going to make him lose his mind. It’s constantly teasing him, buzzing in his sinuses and head in a way that’s keeping him on edge. Slowly he inhales through his stuffy nose, triggering yet another itch to ignite. He taps the record button on his phone that’s been open to his messages all morning.

“eHISHHooh! hhrIHDSTCHuh!” He rubs his nose harshly with the back of his hand, jiggling the tip and his septum, desperate for even slight relief. Steve’s sure Eddie will hear him rubbing at it. He stops it after a sickly sounding sniffle that makes him cough.

Robin comes in looking worried a minute later, carrying a large mug full of something steaming.

“I know you hate tea, but you should drink some. Will even made it special for you,” she says pointedly. “Stop being an idiot and try to not wallow in icky germs.”

Steve raises an eyebrow, laughing a little. “Icky germs?” His voice is raspy and congested and Robin screws her face up, setting the mug down and backing up dramatically.

“Just…drink the tea, and try not to infect every inch of the office,” Robin walks out quickly.

“Great best friend you are!” He calls after her, but starts coughing by the last word.

Glancing at the tea when his throat throbs, the barista sighs and brings it close, sipping on it. His face still screws up at the bitter taste, but even he can admit it feels good on his swollen throat, the warmth of the cup even feels good on his hands. Throughout the day, he manages to catch several more sneezes, even a few that turn into full blown fits, and the texts he gets back from his boyfriend make him blush.

The brunette is half asleep in the desk chair when Robin comes in again, holding the till in her hands hours later.

“Dingus, wake up enough to count the till. I’m not touching the keyboard,” she says resolutely, prodding Steve’s shoulder with her finger.

“Nngh, fi’de…” Steve sits up and starts going through the task of counting the till, making change, sealing the money bag and putting everything in the safe.

“You know you’re not coming in tomorrow right?”

“Honestly? Wasn’t even gonna ask,” he admits, snuffling into a couple of tissues in his hand, blowing his nose and wincing as his ears pop. “Ugh, let’s get out of here.”

By the time Steve’s walking into Eddie’s apartment; Robin’s up with Chrissy, he’s ready to collapse. Shutting the door behind him, Steve coughs and throws his bag by the couch, debating if he wants to shower or lay down. His boyfriend's big couch and cozy blankets win out, and soon the barista is burrowing under them, sweatpants and sweatshirt now replacing his work clothes. Not ten minutes into Hunger Games, he’s asleep.

XXX

They need more medicine, Eddie realizes as he backs out of his parking spot behind the tattoo shop. Medicine, tissues, tea, soup. This morning they were sick but sure as hell not this sick. He makes the three mile drive to Target, slipping his sweatshirt on before he heads inside, knowing he probably looks awful. Oh fucking well, he can cough on anyone who might look at him wrong.

He grabs both DayQuil and NyQuil, Tylenol, sugar free cherry cough drops, tissues, some earl grey tea, and then the musician stands in front of the ridiculous number of soups, staring blankly at it. Steve likes tomato soup and grilled cheese, so they can do that tomorrow. Eddie doesn’t really want anything tonight, let alone soup, but he grabs two cans of chicken noodle and a can of vegetable, head aching too much to try and focus more.

By the time the artist is heading to the register, a few people around him have given him looks as he’s sniffled and coughed. His nose is running and he can feel the same coldish tickle that’s been bothering him all day start to grow. There’s a couple people in front of him for the self checkout line, so he pulls the neck of his dark grey sweatshirt up and his eyes flutter shut.

“ihIKtSCHuhew! hh’Igkshuhew! ih’IHgKSHuh!!” The last one is louder than he means it to be, and the sniffle he gives after makes him cringe at how wet it is.

Twenty minutes and six sneezes later, he’s walking inside his apartment, happy that Steve’s there. All he wants is to cuddle, which, yeah alright, maybe that’s a little sappy but he’s so damn tired and he feels gross and cuddling Steve always helps. When he sees a lump on the couch, he sets the bags down on the table and moves straight for the other man.

“Stevie…baby I’m home,” he murmurs to the business owner, sitting on the very edge of the couch. “Steve, sweetheart. Come on…there we go, I’m sorry I woke you,” he smiles at Steve’s pouty huff, head barely peeking out of the blanket nest.

“Y’home?”

“Yeah baby, m’hone,” Eddie nods, bending closer so he can rub his face into Steve’s shoulder.

“Mm, come join me. Think this cold is kicking my ass.”

“Doin’ the same to me. I’ll change and be right with you okay? Don’t fall back asleep till I’m with you.”

By the time Eddie’s back in the living room, Steve’s asleep, drooling on his pillow. Eddie chuckles and snaps a photo, setting it at his Lock Screen before crawling in next to him.

#my fic #ytau #em #sh #rb

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emmacreatures · 1 year

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TURN OF EVENTS

A follow up on this fun little story inbetween. Two hectic men, just guys being dudes I suppose👁👄👁. Enjoy!! Featuring Ter'ran and Lyle Wainfleet!

Lyle was still very much thrown off by Ter'ran who seemed to be up his business continously.. The past weeks were almost like a mindfuck for him. For Lyle just tried to get through the days now as his two braincells had a hard time..

"So.. I heard you have several tattoos.. Care to explain where you got them all.. Or what they mean?" Ter'ran said with a smirk on his face for it was never enough for him to cause any kind of mayhem, making Lyle glare as if his life depended on it. "You want to get back into your 'time out' corner?" Lyle threatened, before Ter'ran just ignored the man, starting to take Lyle's arm first.. "Okay.. So what is this supposedly? Like a very slim Ikran?" "its a damn dragon" lyle said as he pulled his arm back. For Ter'ran just kept bugging the man. Looking at his shoulder, that had the skull with no fear on it. "No fear huh.. Quite edgy? You really dont have one fear?" Ter'ran said for Lyle groaned. "I'll become your ONE fear if you touch me again" Lyle said as the touches of Ter'ran messed him up badly. As his mind already was somewhere else. "You really want to try and scare me, go right ahead big boy" Ter'ran said for Lyle kept on glaring, almost wanting to have a different distraction but he was close to snapping again. "so you have one on your upper arm, one on your shoulder. Where are the other 3?" Ter'ran asked all the sudden, making Lyle stand up

"Who TOLD YOU-" Lyle said almost shocked before he glared to the rest of the group. "Which of you told him?-you know what- nevermind" Lyle said as he cuffed ter'ran angrily again.. Pulling him up roughly without much consideration as he was sitting down, back into his room that was dedicated to him.. Aka the cell. As he got pulled along and at last put in the cell for the two almost walked in, still being in the long corridors, Ter'ran rolled his eyes. "You know.. no one told me. I just looked through your file" Ter'ran said for Lyle stopped walking as he held the man at his wrist.. "You did- W- WHY? Why on earth would you even- Well then, even if you goddamn did which is a violation-" "A violation? For you big guy? Its just some info on paper" Ter'ran said casual for the man glared. "Well if I did read my damn papers, then you should know what they are" Lyle said, referring to his tattoos for Ter'ran sighed. "NO thats the thing. Its not mentioned. Do you really think I'd be stupid enough to ask if i'd already know" Ter'ran said almost offended, about to pick a fight that easily enough.. But he noticed Lyle actually glaring even worse now. "you look at me as if I would" Ter'ran kept being offended, almost pulling his arms loose from Lyle who held him at his upper arm now, pulling him along to be placed in his 'time out' corner. "WELL YEAH because you've been screwing with me all the time, especially since last week" Lyle said as he admitted, making Ter'ran frown at the impact it seemed to have on him, getting a little less heated into fights now.

"Why cant your stubborn ass just tell me what they are" Ter'ran said almost sassy, making Lyle frown of confusion at this point. The man REALLY wanted to know. Why even. No one seemed to have that interest before. "why does it interest you so much?" Lyle asked seriously, making Ter'ran roll his eyes before explaining. "cuz its different, we dont have those things here okay. Maybe in the water areas, but not even close to designs like that.I'm stuck with our usual tribal stuff since the second I was born. Can you even blame me for just having curiosity. Considering you have many" Ter'ran just said honest now, seeing Lyle was actually thinking for once, and having a hard time at it. "Will you finally leave me alone or at least shut up for just a minute if I tell you" Lyle said for Ter'ran hummed of surprise. "i cant promise anything.." He said honest, seeing Lyle just doubt, but he seemed less pissed.. May it be that he actually got sudden attention in a.. Not so problematic way, Ter'ran's attention seemed genuine, but he had a hard time believing the man. "dont be a wuss.. Dare to tell me" Ter'ran kept on asking, which made Lyle grunt before pulling him to his own room.. Again to have some privacy and merely not wanting to have anyone listen to whatever they may say. Once Ter'ran was 'thrown' into Lyle's room before he put it on lock, he just turned to the man. "Just this once, and dont dare to test me.. I will try to kill you if you will" Lyle said before he just shamelessly clicked off his harness before pulling off his shirt.. Standing shirtless in the room before pointing at his tattoo's. "Holy shit" Ter'ran whispered in Na'vi.. Seeing the man's rather defined body all the sudden without any layers. "What?" Lyle said for Ter'ran just tried to shake it off; but instead said his intrusive thoughts.

"i wasnt so aware of what was hiding under there" He said outkoud, stepping a little closer for Lyle would almost swallow out of shock for a bit.. Did the man just again compliment him.. As he frowned almost angrily, he just decided to put it to the side "Whatever-So those you already saw." Lyle said as he pointed at the dragon and skull one. "Then I have one here on the chest, and on my shoulderblade on my back" the man said as he pointed, seeing Ter'ran was so curious and almost excited, but held out his hands to hopefully get the man to take the cuffs off. "No goddamn way buttercup. Nice try" Lyle said for Ter'ran's ears flattened. "Oh common. what am I supposed to do. You'll kick my ass one way or another. Just this once." Ter'ran really tried to sound genuine, making Lyle see a different part of him now.. He sighed so loud, before taking the cuffs off. 'I'm so gonna get in trouble for this' he thought, but at last started talking again. "one wrong move, and you're done for" Lyle said as he sat down on his bed, allowing Ter'ran to have easier acces to sit next to him, and look at them. "Yeah yeah" he said before actually being excited to look at them upclose.. going over his back first, as he found it so interesting.

"did they hurt to be put on.." Ter'ran asked for Lyle's dominant part came through, but the energy changed for a bit.. Almost as if he appreciated the sudden attention.. "nah.. Not even close. One only stung just a little bit, but nothing I cant handle" Lyle started to brag almost, making Lyle turn a bit so he could look at the one on his chest.. As it was a saying. "What is this for though?" "Usual marine sayings I guess.." Lyle said for Ter'ran without warning just went over that tattoo with his hand as well.. As Lyle could very much feel the touches the man did on his back to watch that tattoo as well. It has been a while since he had any of that.. Making him look directly at Ter'ran who seemed to be easier to handle all the sudden, instead of a horrendous brat that drove him mad. Lyle felt like he could say something a little more daring all the sudden, since he noticed Ter'ran checking the man's tattoo's and sometimes even part of his upper body out. His two confused braincells turned into an overly confident man that at this point wanted to show off. "you really think I'm handsome huh.." Lyle all the sudden felt confident enough to just ask, making Ter'ran arc an eye brow. "Who made you think that?" Ter'ran said, lookinh challenging but assuming the man all the sudden got delucional. "you cant deny it can you, not even having a right answer for that" Lyle just got unhinged almost, for his testosterone behavior definitrly showed.. Just bragging about himself now. "maybe since you're getting a bit ahead of ourselves, are we now Marine?" Ter'ran said, for Lyle felt it was challenging now. "I know I look good, and your eyes say enough to agree upon the actual fact-" "What happened to the man that I made fluster a few weeks ago by complimenting him once, you've been avoiding me since or giving me quite the beat ups to express your anger about it. look how far off you're getting yourself." Ter'ran felt like interupting the overly confident man, looking challenging.

"You can kiss my ass for me to say anything good about you again skxawng" "I see now.." Lyle said as he confidently smirked. "you're just in denial.. Big time" Lyle said for, Ter'ran started laughing, standing up before within the second he was pressed against the wall by Lyle. "you're gonna admit right now" "or what.. Fight me again? I was almost scared because of your delucional thoughts, that we'd miss our daily playdate" Ter'ran said as he meant their fighting.. Seeing Lyle's ears flatten this time again. "you dont know what I can do native. A whole lot, you can make it difficult or easy for the both of us" he started to become pissed again, making Ter'ran smirk widely. "havent seen much of that yet.. so you know.. How about you just, make me, Lyle" Ter'ran said, actually saying the man's name for this once which threw Lyle off again, before his anger came in two seconds after.

Whatever was going on between the two, lyle at first absolutely avoided Ter'ran and his energy, or pretended it wasnt there especially with the group around, being unsure of what was even happening. On his own, 1 to 1 with Ter'ran, his brain seemed to switch up quite fast.. More than he possibly assumed himself.. But it easily went from overly confident, to furious again.. The two were just meant to pick fights with each other, all the time, out of anger.. But also because due their tension jusy grew worse, doing it for fun to pester each other. But out of spite.. or perhaps more.

As Lyle was about to hit the man firmly in the face, Ter'ran managed to dotch and go through his legs to escape him, noticing by that the anger only piled up worse"You son of a bitch-" Lyle said before going after Ter'ran, who managed to break the lock on the man's door fast enough, running out of his room.. It didnt take long before the two kept on tackling each other through the building, letting them wnd up in one of the base rooms where they'd have conversations with the recom groups all the time. Lyle had the man ready, to be hit knock out on the table as he had pinned him down at his neck with one hand, the other hand ready to give the fattest slam possible. "you wouldnt want to hurt my pretty face would you" Ter'ran just smirked, having a bloody nose and all, all over again. "Oh you've no idea" the man said dangerously, right as he wanted to hit, the whole recom group saw their fight coming from miles away, but as it escalated like it did now, they all ran to the room they were located at. stopping Lyle before he was able to give that 'knock out' hit to Ter'ran. Zdawg, fyke, Mansk and another had to pull him away as his entire body was tensed up.

"LYLE STOP" "Jesus Christ dude what is WRONG with you" the recom group said to Lyle, for the man was fighting to get loose.. It took a while, but as Quaritch entered the room at last; hearjng about the chaos again? he glared upon Lyle. Eventually as his normal sense came back, he pulled himself loose as the group made sure Ter'ran and Lyle did not come an inch closer to each other. "Put him in his cell, and you? Put some damn clothes on, Lyle" Quaritch said completely done, making Lyle who breathed deeply and wiping some blood off his face glare at the Na'vi who was taken to the cell. Ter'ran even smirked on his way out.. "Give me a good reason why I should allow you to keep an eye on him" Quaritch as he leaned closer to the man with a threatening look and energy. "One more time" the man said.. making Lyle's ears flat. If he'd mess up one more time, it would be over for him.

A few hours passed, as Ter'ran was just staring around himself, being bored as fuck, the sudden door opened as Lyle, who was patched up and had his usual clothing on again, entered the room. Without much eyecontact, he put Ter'ran's necklace onto the table in the middle of the room, that seemed to have fallen off during their fighting. As Ter'ran noticed for the necklace was quite important to him.. He just noticed Lyle still being pissed, rolling his eyes. "Thanks.. I guess" Ter'ran said as he looked away, noticing Lyle looked at him eventually, sighing. He however seemed to wanting to talk, but didnt.. Walking to the door to get out again. "By the way, you showed me 4 though.. Where is that 5th one?" Ter'ran said for Lyle scoffed, stopping infront of the door as he turned to him. "I wasnt gonna show you that one" he said as he kept looking at Ter'ran, seeing the playful behavior of Ter'ran come in. "Why.. too much of a pussy? too personal?" Ter'ran said as Lyle eventually walked back to Ter'ran who sat on the floor, kneeling down to him. "Just tell me. when it is ever enough for you" the man said almosy angrily, but Ter'ran saw something else. "I almost got my ass wooped out there because of your behavior" He said a bit threatening, but Ter'ran just listened.

"you want ME? to apologize for it?" Ter'ran said almost sarcastic, not taking it serious. "I wasnt the one who confidently demanded me to admit they liked you, got ahead of themselves and wouldnt agree with no answer.. or even a no in general, its your fault big guy" Ter'ran said for he made Lyle stand up again as he forgot for a second their whole conversation was recorded in the room, but no one watched at the moment. Lyle grunted before he was about to leave, making Ter'ran lean his head against the wall.. Smirking. "I guess we'll never know.." Ter'ran knew he was playing with fire at this point.. Seeing Lyle heard it as his ears twitched. Lyle wanted to pin the man down with all his energy in his body, almost desperately.. But as he had promised to behave despite Ter'ran got the worst out of him... he left, locking the door.. "Mmm. i'd almost say he hoped for it. Having his own personal punch bag" Ter'ran whispered in Na'vi, being on his own again as he was used to it. It was boring, but doable.

#niku30 #lyle x ter'ran #lyle wainfleet #avatar fanfiction #avatar oc #avatar #emmacreatures

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livealittleoc-cb · 1 year

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Hyunjin: [ kidnap ] my muse is abducted by your muse because they belong to a prestigious (crime) family. 👀 @monsterhigh-cb

The day Ares met Hyunjin he knew he was in love with him. He felt so strongly for him and knew he had to hide any aspect of his "other" life from him. The man didn't want the blonde to be dragged into anything so he made sure to keep everything hidden.

I did mean hiding and lying but whatever it took to keep his love safe.

That's until one faithful day.

He was assigned a job. 'Kidnap the one of the rival groups top figures.' He was given more information and a picture. When he looked through the folder and saw the picture his jaw dropped.

The papers fell to the ground as he blinked and tried to process what he saw and read.

The picture was Hyunjin.

He had to kidnap the man he loved. He shook his head rubbing his face before letting out a sigh. He collected everything and went to back to his room as he thought up a plan to do everything.

The next day he had cut a deal with his boss that they were just holding him for ransom till someone from his group pays up. No hurting or killing him, that's what Ares agreed to.

He kept a close eye on where Hyunjin went. Where he was at all times until he found the perfect time to strike. It was the afternoon when he went for it. He was wearing a jacket over his muscle tee and a pair of leather pants with combat boots. His dual colored hair was covered by a hood and a mask covered his pierced face. He hid in the dark while he watched Hyun walk around doing shopping, he made sure there was no one with him as he made his move.

He pulled him into an alley covering his mouth as he screamed into it. He tightened his grip on him dragging and manhandling him to keep him in place. Hyun let out a small moan at the manhandling and Ares smirked under his mask. He pulled out a cloth with something on it before leaning his lips near Hyun's ear. "You're enjoying this too much love~" He said, Hyun's eyes widening as he struggled more when the cloth was put on his face.

Everything was blurry when Hyun's eyes opened. He was in an unfamiliar room and on an unfamiliar bed. He groaned lightly as he moved realzing one of his wrist was handcuffed to one of the bed posts. He heard moving around and was met with a bare scared back. He looked over the heavy deep scars and saw a the tattoo on his side. "Ares?" Hyunjin croaked out as Ares almost slipped and tripped while trying to jump into a pair of sweatpants.

"Oh...you're awake~" Ares said sheepishly as he let the sweats fall to the ground. Hyunjin looked him over like eye candy a small moan and whine leaving his parted lips.

"I feel like I should be mad at you but I can't when you look so hot..." He muttered eyeing his muscles, tattoos and other scars. Ares grinned as he walked over climbing onto of Hyun holding his wrist up over his head.

"My little hostage is enjoying himself a little too much~" He grinned as he leaned over and started to press kisses along his neck. "I kind of hope you're little group doesn't get you back~ Means you get to stay here with me~" He grinned his dual colored eyes flashing while Hyun's eyes glowing gold as he bit his bottom lip.

He was enjoying this job more and more.

#🕹️askgame!#🔫mafia!ares #🗡️ares.txt #🗡️🩹hyunare #✨his majesty

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cyberp-1-nk · 1 year

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Okay..hope you don't mind me sending you another request but Tony has got my mind going with all sorts of ideas...but for your sake i'll send you one of them. Also if you could...could you finish this one first? Unless you've already started on the others, then don't worry about it, but i'm really stoked for this one!

So Anni goes to Tony for her first ever tattoo. Its a full back piece...i'm imaging something like this --->XXX

Its a big back piece and that being said, Anni has to take off her shirt and bra...so she's bare. Tony is just kinda sitting there, trying not to look and he's like "ah...look at that ceiling...what a lovely ceiling that is." and Anni lays on her stomach and Tony gets all the stuff ready. One of the first things Tony notices is the scars on her body. Now usually Tony doesn't care to talk much to his clients but he just decides to break the silence and ask about them and that's when Anni talks briefly about who she works for and her job as a proxy and Tony is just noticing little things about her like how she doesn't squirm or squeal at the tattoo needle and she is just calm and collected as he works on this huge back piece. She's so calm and chill that she ends up falling asleep as Tony works on her, its like three in the morning and she's just tired, but Tony thinks she passed out so he's ready to go and get some water and food to try and help get her awake, but she wakes up and is like...oops and Tony actually laughs at it and mentions how hes exhausted too. So by the end of their session, Tony isn't able to get her tattoo fully done and he is completely booked with more appointments, so he does something that he would never usually do...

"Look....I usually don't do this, but if you want me to get it done soon then you can stop by my place and I should be able to finish it..." and he hands her a slip of paper with his address and phone number..

(tysm! no pressure and please feel free to change anything and go at your own speed! tsym again!)

[ tattoo artist. || simp party. ]

Warnings: None!

Tags: @insane-horror-movie-addict

A/n: Heh...this is cute.

Word count: 1,571

Grabbing his pen and a black pot full of his thin-tipped coloured skin markers, he wheels his chair even closer to Anni before pausing, leading her to look at him in confusion since she had already pulled her wrist in front of him, “You’re wearing a lot of clothing,” Tony muttered as she began to fiddle with the collar of her white tank top causing her to look at him with extreme confusion before mentioning, how it was colder since the Autumn season is coming around, leading him to hum in an understanding tone as she continued to play with the smooth fabric.Tony shakingly directs his line of vision towards the ceiling, humming a nervous tune while tapping his knee, waiting for the 'okay' from Anni— he was never good around attractive female clients, it always felt strange to him.

Slowly, Anni began to reach over to the top button to then unhook it from its loop before continuously doing the same with the others until enough skin of her back were exposed with her shirt resting on the side of her to which then he slowly moved away the right-hand side of her bra strap to fully expose the canvas that he wanted to mark so eagerly. Regrettably pulling away and finishing 'admiring' the ceiling, Tony quickly grabbed his black pen as he then leaned in towards her to start drawing the outline of his design on his now favorite canvas causing her to barely move even despite how ticklish and weird the sensation felt when the ballpoint pen continuously gently gilded upon her skin. However, what got her shaking the most was the constant feeling of the man's breath being felt on her upper body now that her shirt was basically off..

Tony is a tattoo artist who has been working in the industry for a few years. He's seen all kinds of clients, from the nervous first-timers to the seasoned tattoo enthusiasts. He takes pride in his work and enjoys the challenge of creating unique and meaningful designs for each of his clients in the under-realm— so he had completely expected her to be screaming and squirming, but she was completely calm— she didn't even look like she could feel the needle literally grinding against her skin at all.

As Anni continues to lay on her stomach, Tony gets all the necessary equipment ready. He takes a quick glance at Anni's body and notices the scars on her skin. Despite being a professional tattoo artist, Tony is not someone who usually talks much to his clients while working. However, he decides to break the silence and asks Anni about her scars. "Excuse me, you mind if I ask about your scars? I've only seen one other guy with this many— but on his back. He had the strangest yellow eyes as well, the people that walk in here are weird."

"Oh, those. I work as a proxy for a living. It's part of the job I guess." Anni briefly tells Tony about her job as a proxy and the dangerous situations she has been in. Tony is impressed by Anni's stubbornness and how truly nonchalant she was talking about all this absurd stuff. He admires how she has been able to keep going despite the challenges she has faced— he'd probably quit the moment he became a proxy if he was being honest with himself, proxies always looked depressed.

"I see. That's interesting. Does it hurt…?" As Tony begins to work on Anni's tattoo, he notices that she does not squirm or squeal at the tattoo needle. He is impressed by Anni's pain tolerance and how she is able to remain calm and composed throughout the process. Tony is able to fully concentrate on his work, knowing that his client is comfortable and at ease.

"Not anymore. I've gotten used to it. It's just another part of the job." Due to Tony's concentrating, she couldn’t help but keep silent to help him continue with his work causing her to glance around her room with her eyes before landing upon a wall where there was a multitude of messages written leading her to carefully scan the writings that were visibly presenting themselves. As expected, there were messages of encouragement - not that Tony seemed to really care, but it was nice of the client to do so - and a few drawings from other tattoo artists that Tony had famously done. However, not to her surprise, there were a few numbers here and there causing her to laugh silently since she couldn’t help it.

She lays down on the tattoo chair, and Tony starts to work on her tattoo. It's been a long day for Anni, and she feels herself dozing off as Tony continues to work on her. Tony assumes that Anni has passed out, and is about to go get some water and food to help her wake up. But just as he is about to leave, Anni wakes up, and Tony chuckles at her sudden awakening. He understands how exhausting the process can be, and mentions how he himself is drained.

"God, I'm not sure why I came so late if I'm being honest— I knew I would be tired." Anni says yawning— tired tears springing to her eyes, and Tony glances at her. He continues to trace the lines, wiping afterwards to get the excess ink and blood off with a little lopsided smile on his face, he knew where she was coming from, he was similar in that way.

He doesn’t comment on it though. What is he supposed to say? He simply works away, finally finishing the thin and delicate outlines of hsr piece- the first step, before he will see her again for the finished version of the piece. He finally connects the last line, and doesn’t think twice about what he says next. “Welp, I won't be able to finish this right now.”

Tony continues to work on Anni's tattoo, but it's already past three in the morning, and Anni is just too tired to stay awake. Tony notices this, and decides to halt the session. He knows that he won't be able to finish the entire tattoo, as he is completely booked with more appointments.

It takes a second that feels way too long for the both of them to register the words, and Tony quickly occupies himself by turning off his gun and cleaning up her skin and his workspace to get the awkwardness out of his room. Anni tries to instantly stand up, but his palm holds onto her leg- silently ordering her to stay put, which she does. He rubs something over the piece, before he gently lifts her leg to wrap it. “I’ll give you a bottle of lotion for it. Leave that bandage on for.. I’d say until tomorrow morning at least. Afterwards, apply the lotion everyday to help it heal properly.” He lectures her with a gentle voice, before letting her sit up.

“Thanks.” Anni says, grinning eagerly at the now hidden artwork on her back. Tony chuckles.

“We’re not done yet, but I’ll take it.” He says. “I uh..” He starts, as she jumps off the stretcher and goes to put on her shirt. “uhm, look....I usually don't do this, but if you want me to get it done soon then you can stop by my place and I should be able to finish it....” He asks, a bit hurried, before he can chicken out again. And he exhausts himself for a moment, because he had literally been booked with appointments, and he couldn't even finish this one. Quickly scribbling down his address, and number, he quickly slides over the piece of paper to her.

Tony does something that he would never usually do - he offers to continue the tattoo session at his home studio, on his day off. He sees the excitement in Anni's eyes, and knows that he has made the right decision.

“Like a date?” Anni asks, and he really wants to hit himself with how much he blushed. Anni quickly catches wind of this, and smirks, “I'm joking of course."

“I mean, if you want it to be?” He says, swallowing as he averts his gaze, a sight very weird, trying to joke around as well. His hand runs through his hair, chain around his neck and piercings on his ears clattering against each other and making sounds as he moves, his combat boots nervously tapping the floor a little. “It doesn’t have to be.. I know you’re already-”

"Tony, Tony," Anni grabs his shoulders, trying to shake him of whatever delusional exasperated state he was in, "It's fine— I was just kidding."

Yep— that checks in, why would he ever have a chance with some badass proxy chick?

#simp party #simp party my beloved #anni my beloved #tony my beloved #tony and anni hours #i stan them #i love this #watch Anni be oblivious when be starts dropping hints lmao 💀

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livwritesfics · 11 months

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𝐀 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐋 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐘𝐎𝐔

𝟏𝟎 𝐃𝐀𝐘𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐋𝐀𝐖𝐋𝐔 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑 - 𝐀 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐋 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐘𝐎𝐔 - Wattpad

UPDATE: I forgot to put the image of the tattoo. I only remembered to put in in my Wattpad lol. This is the picture of it. Lawlu tattoo.

One day, when the Polar Tang was anchored in the water next to an island. Law was in his quarters scribbling furiously. Strawhat Luffy, who just so happened to be on the island as well, went looking for Law. He missed his boyfriend and wanted to see him again.

Then Luffy got an idea. He knew where Law could be!

He then zoomed down the hallways of the Tang and burst into Law's room. "Torao!" He shouted gleefully.

Law quick covered up what he was drawing but Luffy was smarter than that. "Torao? What are you doing?" Luffy furrowed his eyebrows and walked closer to his partner's desk.

Law covered his desk with his arms, "Nothing, nothing, don't look!" He said frantically.

Suddenly, Luffy grabbed the paper that Law was drawing on and stared at it for a long time. Law blushed and ducked his head in embarrassment. He fiddled with his thumbs.

Luffy looked at it wondering what in the world it could be but then... he remembered that Law loved tattoos. He gasped. Oh! Law wanted to get matching tattoos. This must be his design!

"Law?"

Law looked up at Luffy timidly. Still blushing earnestly.

"Y-yes Luffy-ya?"

"Are these tattoo designs?" He asked, already knowing the answer. Law nodded looking at the floor. Luffy knelt down to meet his eyes and looked back down at the paper.

"I really love your design! We should go for it!" He exclaimed enthusiastically, nodding his head up and down quickly.

"Really? It's so dorky though! I didn't think you'd like it." The older male looked down and fidgeted.

Luffy held one of Law's hands in his. "Well, it may be dorky but you are my dork. I say let's get it done! I love it! My dorky boyfriend drew this! I wanna show it off!!"

The other pirate went red all over. He did a little squeak because of how much his boyfriend was spoiling him with his words, and buried his head into Luffy's neck and shoulder. He giggled silently.

Luffy chuckled and held him close.

𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊

The couple decided to get the tattoo on their wrists. They wanted to surprise their crews with the tattoos. They as in Luffy.

Because this was Luffy's first tattoo, he was a little worried even though he was trying to appear confident. Law held his hand the entire time through. Then they went to the Sunny to show them during dinner.

"Look! See? Me and Torao got matching tattoos. They were his design!" Luffy proclaimed jumping up and down still holding his partner's hand. When they showed them, they put their two together to make it look like a heart.

Two puzzle pieces connect to make a heart.

The two looked at each other and kissed.

"I love you," Law said.

"Love you too!" Luffy told him back.

THE END.

@lawluevents

#fanfics #lawlu #lulaw #onepiece #ao3 #lawlu fanfic #10 days of lawlu 2023 #10 days of lawlu #tattoos #matching tattoos

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en-chantedslibrary · 2 years

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Relax (Eddie Munson x Reader)

I am absolutely in love with this man

This is a pretty lengthy fic, so get cosy with a cup of tea or whatever you fancy x

Warnings: Strong language, drug use

2.3k words

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It was a crisp autumn evening in Eddie Munson's trailer and you were sprawled across his bed, reading 'IT'. Eddie was sat cross-legged next to you, rolling a blunt and listening to Kiss quietly, so as not to disturb your reading. Eddie would occasionally look over to see you biting your lower lip in concentration, admiring the way your brows furrowed occasionally and how the corner of your lip would curl the tiniest bit when you liked something in the book.

You, on the other hand, would sneak glances at Eddie, taking in the insanely attractive sight of his hands rolling the paper and bringing it to his lips, licking the edge of the paper and fixing up the cigarette so it was nice and neat. It was unbelievable how gorgeous his hands were, however, your feelings of admiration quickly turned to worry when you noticed your best friend rubbing at his neck for the 7th time in the last ten minutes.

"Hey, Eddie?"

"What's up sweetheart?" He responded, lighting the blunt. 'Sweetheart'. The pet name made your heart skip a beat. It wasn't unusual for him to call you pet names- you were very close and best friends usually had little names for each other, right? Nevertheless, you always became a little flustered when he called you things like 'babe' or 'babydoll'.

"Is your shoulder bothering you? You keep rubbing it, I was just wondering if you were okay"

"Oh, this?" He rubs his shoulder again with his free hand."Yeah um, I've been so fucking stressed about these tests recently, so pretty much my whole body has gotten a little stiff" Your brow furrowed at his response.

"Would you like a massage?" You offer; if you were being honest with yourself, the way he was rubbing his neck while taking puffs of the blunt was the most attractive thing ever - but you were more concerned with how uncomfortable he must be.

"What?" Eddie chuckles, cocking his eyebrow in amusement.

"Oh come on Eddie, your shoulder is bothering you just let me massage it"

"Does this massage end happily?" He replies, licking his top lip in a teasing manner.

"EDDIE!" You reply, face flushed and hot. You set your book down on the floor with a huff, "Just- sit there for me okay?" You motion to the middle of the bed. Eddie complies and settles down in the center of his double bed.

"I should have some lotion in my bag," You say, searching through your bag, luckily, you find a lavender and chamomile lotion at the bottom. "Hey, you good with smelling like me?" You laugh as you turn around to face Eddie. Your jaw almost drops at the sight of him. He had taken off his shirt and was sitting there, flicking through your book, you felt like you'd been staring at his arms and chest tattoos for ages, just admiring the way his arms moved as he flicked through the pages.

"Yeah, I don't have any issues with that, you smell pretty nice so," He replies, not looking up whatsoever. God he was so fucking beautiful.

You clear your throat and ask,

"Is this all for me?" You tease jokingly, Eddie looks up from the book, flashing a mischievous grin, and slowly puts the book down.

"You like it babe?" He gestures to his naked torso,"I thought I'd give you easy access, didn't wanna hinder your massaging expertise with my shirt" He answers flirtatiously, taking another hit from the blunt. You roll your eyes,

"Yeah yeah whatever Munson" You groan, climbing onto the bed to position yourself behind him, kneeling on the stiff mattress. "Do you mind if I tie your hair up?" You ask, pulling a hair scrunchie off your wrist

"Whatever you gotta do princess" That was new. He'd never called you that before; it made your stomach flutter as you gently pulled his curly hair into a bun. It was so surprisingly soft, and sent wafts of musk and leather up your nose.

"That comfortable?" You ask, and receive a quiet and content hum in return. You weren't sure if it was the weed finally hitting him, but it seemed like he was enjoying having his hair played with. He was in this trance-like state; eyes closed and a peaceful smile on his face. You giggle a little at his response. You then take the small bottle of lotion and put a good-sized dollop on your hands, rubbing it in a little before you start to massage his shoulders. "Can I touch you?" You ask in a quiet and shy voice.

"Go for it" He replies softly, you then start to rub his shoulders a little, just warming them up slightly before you start to knead the tender flesh of his shoulders, pushing your thumbs into him firmly, resulting in a series of small sighs of relief coming from Eddie. His skin felt so smooth and soft, it was so relaxing to just feel the warmth of his body on your fingertips.

"Want a puff, doll?" Eddie offers you, holding up a cigarette, you hum in response, leaning over his shoulder, he brought it up to your lips and as you went to take in that sweet, earthy smoke, your lips lightly touched Eddie's fingers. As you pulled back, you thought you could hear a sharp inhale coming from the metalhead's lips, you chose to ignore it; you were now freaking out about the sudden heat rising to your cheeks. Had you really just kissed his fingers? It didn't really mean anything though right? Your mind raced with questions and you hadn't realised that you had stopped rubbing his shoulders. "Everything okay back there?" Eddie asked, interrupting your train of thoughts.

"Oh- yeah, it's all going great" You stammered, grabbing the bottle of lotion from next to you, "Just getting more lotion!" Eddie gave an amused chuckle in response to your frantic disposition. He thought that you were so cute when you got all flustered; his chuckle turned to a small moan as your hands returned to his shoulders. He froze- a moan? Did he really just moan? How loud was it? Did you hear? It just came out so suddenly- your hands were just so soft and were massaging all the right places, releasing all the tension in his shoulders. You hadn't said anything though, so he assumed you didn't hear it. He decided to just concentrate on the music playing instead.

After about 15 minutes of you rubbing the floral lotion into Eddie's shoulders, you felt that all the knots had gone and his pain should be eased. "Okay big boy, I think we are all done here." You said, breaking the silence between you two. Eddie groaned in protest.

"Come on babe, I was so relaxed, just a few more minutes?" He pouted.

"There isn't going to be any shoulder left if I keep massaging it." You answer. To this, your friend lets out a frustrated groan of defeat. You felt a little bad- Eddie doesn't get to relax a lot of the time and when he does, it's not for very long. "I mean- if you were comfortable with it..." You begin, Eddie perked up a little. He looked like a cute puppy dog with his big brown eyes sparkling with interest. It was so hard to not fall in love with those eyes. How could you not? His eyes were so expressive and so soft. You never understood how everyone at school could find him so scary and weird. With eyes like those? Impossible. He's cocky, a bit flirtatious, and a little unconventional, sure, but it's what you love about him. Eddie wasn't afraid to be himself in a world where people are shamed and shunned for being anything but what they're expected to be.

"Yeah?" Eddie encourages you to continue

"I suppose I could always massage your back if you wanted." You suggested. You doubted he would agree, but to your surprise, he agreed in a heartbeat; moving so he was lying face-down on his bed, propping his head up with his ringed hand, looking at you with a loving smile. The way his eyes looked up at you made your stomach flutter, you both stared at each other in comfortable silence for a few seconds before you cleared your throat and made your way to sit next to him. "Alright, Munson how do you wanna do this?" you asked.

"Just make yourself comfortable right here" Eddie replied, smacking his ass playfully.

"I'll crush you, Eddie" you scoffed in response.

"No, you won't sweetheart. Now just sit and get massaging, my back craves your touch" He chuckles. You nervously move to straddle his backside. God, the view from here was breathtaking. The way his back muscles looked made your heart skip a beat. You were head over heels for this man and there was no denying it. Rubbing lotion into your hands you asked Eddie, "You ready?" to which he replied with a small hum, nuzzling his head into a pillow.

The skin of his back was silky smooth, you ran your hands over each little definition and pressed your thumbs into small knots, earning a pleased grunt from your friends' lips.

While you massaged his back, Eddie was melting into your touch; treasuring every light stroke and push from your fingers. He wished you could touch him like this all the time. He found it amusing that you were so worried about being too heavy to sit on him, he had picked you up a number of times and given you countless piggybacks whenever you were too tired to walk. The face you'd make when you asked Eddie to give you a piggyback was, in his opinion, the most adorable thing in the world. Your lip would stick out slightly and you'd look up at him with big pleading eyes- how could he deny that face anything? His thoughts of you were cut short by the warm feeling of plush lips against the nape of his neck. It wasnt particularly out of the ordinary for you to sneak occasional pecks on the cheek or light hand holding- but this felt more intimate. Your chest was flush against his back and he could feel the softness of your cotton shirt, the warmth of your body, and the pure heavenly touch of your lips. They lingered against his skin for a while, sending pleasant shivers down his spine.

"Uh-I don't know why I did that, I'm so so sorry Eddie!" You nervously blurted out as you rose from your position. Why on earth would you think that would be a good idea? He's your best friend for fuck's sake! You cant go round kissing your best friend's necks!

"No need to apologise sweetheart" Eddie broke the silence. You were caught by surprise by his words, and he left you in complete shock as he flipped over underneath you, now looking up at you, his elbows propping him up and there was this childish little smirk on his face as if to mock you. Covering your face with your hands, you groan in complete embarrassment. Eddie sits up completely now, taking his hands to move yours away from your face. "You okay?" He asks.

"Other than being totally mortified by my own actions, yeah I'm okay" You chuckle, and Eddie lets out a small laugh in response.

"You know, if you wanted to kiss me, you could just ask, you don't have to resort to kissing my back to get a taste of all of this" He gestures to himself jokingly. "Though I'm not complaining sweetheart, you can kiss me anywhere" He winks, and your entire face becomes flushed. Eddie laughs at your embarrassed state, he found it cute.

"Shut the fuck up Munson" You quietly mutter

"Sorry, what was that? I couldn't quite hear you" He teases. A small smile creeps onto your face.

"I said shut the fuck up Munson" You reply, looking at him straight in the eye, his eyes flickered down to your lips, then back up to your teasing stare.

"Such foul language" He jokes "You should shut that pretty little mouth of yours babe" Leaning in a little, testing the limits of his flirtations.

"Make me." You quip back, moving closer to his face. Your faces were creeping closer and closer together, your eyes darting back and forth from your intense eye contact to each other's lips. Your lips parted slightly, and he did the same in response.

"Don't tempt me, sweetheart" He lets out in an airy breath

"Just kiss me already" You sigh; Eddie chuckles teasingly before crashing his lips into yours, wrapping one hand around the back of your neck, and the other grips your waist firmly. His lips were warm and slightly chapped against your soft and plush ones. The kiss was heated and passionate, you felt as if you both had been waiting your whole lives for this kiss. Lips parted to let tounges touch, teeth pull and breaths escape. Eddie gently moved you both so that you were now on your back while Eddie straddled your legs and pinned your arms above your head, easing out of your passionate makeout session, Eddie pulled away to look at your glazed eyes and swollen lips.

"That was one happy ending" He joked, earning a snort from you.

"Eddie!" You laugh; the metalhead let go of your arms and nuzzled his face into your neck, breathing in the soft smell of lavender. Your hands move to play with his curly hair and his arms wrap around your waist. You both fall into a comforting silence and slowly drift off to sleep to the quiet sounds of each other's soft breathing.

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