#chain reacts to tattoo

[faroreskiss]

Triforce of Mischief

Summary: Chain sees that you have a particular tattoo and chaos is the only reaction they have, since language barrier is definitely a thing. Time & Twilight freak out. Wind could have spoken sooner.

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Since this can also be read as a stand alone story, I didn’t include Hylian, or the dialects of the Chain. If you are interested in that, feel free to visit the main story that can serve as a prequel to this short! (Not edited)

Following your departure from the Ordon Spring alongside the other boys, you journeyed toward the Ordon Village. Most of their conversation still didn’t make much sense to you, but at least you learnt a few words here and there on the way, especially from the Smith and the Sailor. 

The midday weather was brisk, even though the sun shone at its peak. You had a similar attire with your travel companions, a relatively long sleeved tunic that sometimes revealed your wrists if you were to raise your arms. Yours had wider arm-cuts, but felt like they weren’t thick enough for this kind of weather. A slight shiver ran through you, which Link fortunately noticed. He paused and offered you his signature cloak, to which you politely refused multiple times (at least you motioned it somehow). His attempt to offer warmth made the fangirl within you scream in delight, but you kept declining. You blushed slightly and finally accepted even though you knew you weren’t that far from your destination, wrapping yourself in the warmth it provided. 

You thanked the Golden Three that you had been on hikes with him on Mt. Lanayru regularly before your involvement with the other Links; otherwise, you did not think you could survive all this hiking. Thinking about having to climb the ladder to the Rancher’s treehouse already made your legs wobble.

Though you could swear that the Ordon Spring waters calmed your nerves and eased your inner storm for a little bit. 

Luckily, you were almost there. The wooden arch that said… something in Hylian (probably ORDON?) took your attention. Oh you were so excited…

[And that’s me,] the Rancher spoke as he pointed towards his treehouse. This was really like the game, nestled in a secluded corner near the entrance of the village. You didn’t understand a word he said, but you could see near the tree there was a brown mare simply grazing around. 

And what a sight she was. You couldn’t help yourself as you whispered “Epona…?” to yourself and walked towards her as if you were in a trance. 

Of course, you didn’t notice the Old Man raising his eyebrow or the Rancher also hearing you. You stopped in your tracks, then watched the Rancher go towards the horse instead, petting it and saying something to it. He made eye contact with you as he was caressing her nose, and motioned you to come over, you guessed. 

“May I?” you asked, and even though the language barrier was still present, the Rancher gave a warm, friendly nod. As you approached Epona, her deep, soulful eyes locked onto yours, and it felt as if she understood the reverence in your gaze. With a gentle, careful touch, you began to run your hand along her sleek, chestnut mane, marveling at the silky texture beneath your fingers.

[Epona] he said, as he gave an apple to her. You just smiled, pretending to hear it for the first time and repeated her name. 

Epona seemed to appreciate the affection, and she leaned into your touch, her powerful frame radiating warmth and serenity. 

As you continued to pet Epona, your sleeves slipped down to your wrists, revealing a set of three small triangles on your skin. The right one was filled in with black. The Rancher and the Old Man both noticed this mark, and although they didn't say anything, they exchanged knowing glances.

When everybody finally settled in Twilight’s cabin, he lit the fireplace. His cabin had an air of rustic charm, filled with a cozy warmth that welcomed all who entered. The walls were made of weathered wood, lending the space a natural, earthy ambiance. The cabin had lanterns that hung from sturdy wooden beams overhead, which you imagined would cast quite the gentle radiance, once lit. 

The Chain kept talking between each other, though you didn’t understand much. Wind was all the way up, lost in his world. For some reason, really interested in Rancher's books.

You took off the cape Wild lent you and gave it back to him, since it started getting quite warm inside. You already had another layer under your long sleeved tunic, so you took the upper layer off as well, now sitting with the others (you secured yourself a chair at least) in a short sleeved shirt. Time and Twilight were still casting glances at you.

“What?” you stretched as you pointed the pointless question towards them. Not that it would change anything…You saw that Sky also managed to get a chair, and he was already kind of looking like he was about to doze off. Maybe you should have followed suit…

[Champion, you are sure Y/N does not have anything to do with the Hero’s Spirit or any sages?] Time asked Wild. He seemed quite perplexed by the question. 

[Or is she part of the royal family perhaps?] Twilight continued.

[Uh, no? Why?] Wild replied.

You just closed your eyes as you listened to them speak. It felt like listening to an audiobook in a language you didn’t understand, as a sleeping aid. Though you had a strange feeling that they were talking about you.

Legend and Hyrule were definitely listening in, though the former pretended as if he couldn’t care less, even though his ears definitely perked up at the mention of the royal family. 

[You mean the mark on her wrist?] Sky chimed in instead, to your surprise. The others seemed surprised that he was way more perceptive than he looked.

[What mark?] Four asked and then Time & Twilight explained the mark they have seen on your wrist.

The volume of the chatter was increasing, slightly annoying you. Wild gently poked your shoulder to see if you were awake, and you opened your eyes. There was no way you could sleep in this noisy environment.

He pointed at your left wrist, gently touching your arm after checking in with you, and motioning you to raise it. The whole room was staring at your Triforce of Courage ink now. 

Oh, right…

“Guys, it’s just a tattoo,” you tried to explain to no avail. 

It is hard to explain things when people literally don’t understand a word you say.

You could see Time & Twilight & Legend & Warriors and Sky comparing their faded Triforce marks on their hands, and Wild & Four looking confused about the whole thing. 

[I mean, I did say I sense some residual magic on her, but that’s definitely not what I was sensing,] Hyrule was saying as he glanced at your tattoo. 

[Members of the royal family don’t randomly get the mark of Triforce on their wrists, not unless they are Zelda at least,] Legend scoffed. Wind seemed to be not paying attention, still busy with Twilight's books upstairs for some reason.

[Well this is certainly odd, I never thought much about the mark, though we had other matters to attend to… But… What is Triforce?] Wild kept questioning, though he seemed to have forgotten that he was still touching your shoulder from the side. You sighed. It was fun at first, but now it was getting quite boring that you didn’t understand anything. Though it wasn’t that hard to guess…

[Yeah I was about to ask the same thing… I just thought that’s the symbol of the royal family or something?] Four added, making the rest of the group look at them in disbelief. Sky seemed especially distraught. 

The bickering continued for a while, and you kept thinking about how to explain this to them. Weren’t these people familiar with the concept of a tattoo? Of course, why you had something like that was another matter, but excuse you for wanting to get a Zelda-themed tattoo and considering the fact that you might end up in Hyrule?

Hmmm, what if I just show them something similar instead, to try to explain?

You sighed, stood up and walked towards Time and Twilight, while the group's curious glances still loomed over you. Right, these two already had some markings that were like tattoos, so you thought it would at least be a good parallel. 

Right after you pointed at your tattoo, you pointed towards the Rancher's face first, specifically to his markings. He had a confused look on his face, which quickly became an expression of horror, which seemed to have spread to some others in the group.

Wait…

[Farore above…]

What in Hylia's name was going on? That sounded grim, along with some others.

Next, you moved to Time, who was already sitting next to him. You mumbled a quick "Sorry…" for invading his personal space as you blushed, hoping he didn't mind. He was as stoic as one could get, you hoped he wouldn't somehow grab your wrist or something. 

You also pointed (almost touched, really) to his marks on his face, before you pulled back and pointed towards your tattoo again. 

"It's just a tattoo, why do you all look so judgemental suddenly?" You almost screamed in protest. You tried to make the motion of drawing the shape by yourself. Even tried pretending as if you have a nail and a hammer, and as if you are drawing on a skin.

I don't think tattoo pens exist here…

Time's eyes widened. The atmosphere in the room was even worse.

[How…?!] he said in shock.

You realized a little bit too late that it wasn't the smartest decision to point at his Wolf markings and Time's Fierce Deity Mask markings and then to yourself.

Because Twilight and Time kept speaking with each other, with Legend and Hyrule chiming in, the others watching you suddenly with suspicion, with Wild going between you and the others almost in a defensive stance. It was getting heated. Oh Gods…

Meanwhile, the Sailor finally decided to come down with a huge grin on his face, earning even more scornful looks from the others. 

Then he started laughing. 

Little rascal.

He knew.

He knew yet he did not step in until the last minute, pretending to browse the books and maps up there instead. 

You sighed almost in relief as you watched him try to explain things to others. At least, you assumed. 

It was quite clear that these were the heroes who held the Triforce of Courage, and not Wisdom. 

How could anybody not think of tattoos and just jump to the worst conclusions instead?!

But you were sure, the Sailor was especially deserving of the Triforce of Courage, since he dared to wait until the last moment instead of coming clean right away.

____________________________

It was only months later you found out what was said, and that there was an agreement to never ever mention the incident again. 

"I knew what it was right away," Wind smirked at you, after he explained what happened on that day. "We have a few people in the crew with some sick ink!"

Sure, you understood that there was some residual magic they sensed on you.

But… Was it really your fault that they immediately thought you could both be associated with twilight magic and Fierce Deity at the same time? Come on, even for this universe, it sounded cuccos. 

"Having that symbol tattooed is quite a choice though," Four gave you side eyes. 

You just shrugged.

Wind could have interfered earlier.

Little shit. If it existed, he would have gotten the Triforce of Mischief instead.

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[dante-mightdie]

thinking about mafia!simon… minors dni!

mafia!simon x female!reader

pt. 2 here!

warnings: little bit nsfw, slight illusion to sex at end, mentions of violence and weapons, mentions of illegal activity, simon gets jealous

i was gonna write nsfw but couldn’t be bothered but let me know if you want it and I’ll write it 👀

thinking about you being his cute little assistant…

simon wearing black slacks and black button up shirts…

silver rings and… hear me out… a silver chain…

arms, chest and legs are covered in tattoos…

you organise all of his meetings, make sure his files are organised, arrange his flights and hotels when he needs to travel for ‘business’…

owns a club where he conducts shady meetings in the vip lounge…

still wears the mask all the time, only a handful of people have seen his face…

people are terrified of him… you’ve heard all the stories of all the nasty and violent things he’s done to people who fuck him over…

you’ve watched him petrify his men when they come to him with problems…

cussing them out and screaming at them for being so damn incompetent and to get the fuck out of his face before he pulls his brass knuckles out…

imagine… simon… with brass knuckles…

simon has never been unkind to you… not once…

even when you make mistakes and you look at him with glossy doe eyes, apologising profusely…

he just gives you a gruff, “s’alright, lovie. didn’t do it on purpose did ya?”

how could he ever get mad at his pretty assistant who always makes sure he has eaten and makes his tea exactly how he likes it…

how could he ever get mad when you smile so softly at him when you greet him everyday…

giving him a gentle, “good morning, mr riley…” everyday whilst he slyly checks out your ass in the tight black skirt you were wearing…

so how else is he supposed to react when his head bartender, johnny ‘soap’ mactavish begins flirting with you every time you stop by the club to give something to simon…

is he supposed to stand there like some sort of idiot whilst soap talks about how pretty your hair looks today, and how you should let him take you out for a drink sometime, or when he looks down your shirt with little to no shame…

he’s fuming when he realises that you didn’t jot down any of the important notes from his meeting because you were too busy smiling and blushing at that idiot behind the bar…

so he decides to call you over to his penthouse for a ‘job chat’ as he called it…

you use your key to get into simon’s big luxurious home and you see him sat on his sleek black sofa, legs spread wide with a cigarette in one hand and a glass of bourbon in the other…

“good evening, mr riley… I hope I’m not late-“…

“sit.” is all simon says when he cuts you off…

you sit down in silence and watch as simon finishes his drink and stands to pour himself another…

“I like to think I’m a fair boss when it comes to you, don’t you think, sweetheart?” he asks

“of course, sir… I hope I haven’t-“

“I don’t make you work unreasonable hours, I make sure you’re driven to and from work, I pay you well, I’ve never yelled or been disrespectful towards you. Is that fair to say, love?”

You nod your head, gulping nervously…

“so, how do you think it feels when my assistant decides to ignore her duties to flirt with another man?”

you look up at simon through your lashes… you can’t tell if he’s jealous or genuinely upset with you…

“mr riley… please, forgive me… I’ll work extra hard to prove-“

simon walks up to you, gripping your jaw tightly to get you to stop talking…

“I think there’s another way that pretty little mouth can apologise to me, don’t you, lovie?”

#ghost mw2 #mw2 #modern warfare 2 #simon riley #simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley #ghost #ghost x reader

[louloulemons-posts]

Haircuts and Water Fights

Eddie Munson X Fem!Reader

Summary : You’ve always had long hair, how will your boyfriend, Eddie, react when you cut it off?

Word Count : 1.3k

Warnings : Fluffy, many swears, it gets a bit saucy but no smut, just Eddie and reader being cute, talks of cutting Eddies hair (love his curls lmao)

Authors Note : Purely just rambles and fluffy stuff cause I had a haircut 🤍

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You’d always been someone with hair on the longer side, it had never been cut above your lower back. You decided you wanted a change, a big change. You had graduated highschool and decided you wanted to do it.

Walking out of the hair salon you couldn’t help smiling, your hair was now resting above your shoulders, cut in a similar style to Robins.

Speaking of Robin you decided to go and pay her and Steve a visit. Pushing the door open to FamilyVideo, you waved over to Robin. Her jaw dropped, “Holy shit! It looks great!” she almost shouted.

“Thanks Robs,” you smiled. She came over and played with the short strands slightly, “It really suits you. Dingus come look!” she called to Steve who was in the back.

“Wha- Woah,” he stopped, putting a box of tapes on the counter. “Now I wasn’t expecting that, you’ve had Rapunzel hair forever.”

“Thought it was time for a change,” you shrugged.

“Has Lover boy seen it?” Robin asked.

“He’s working today, I’m seeing him tomorrow. He doesn’t know either.”

“Well if he has an issue, I’ll hurt him. You look great,” Steve smiled, ruffling your new cut.

“Thank you, now do either of you want lunch?” she asked the pair, who nodded eagerly. “Write it down and I’ll go to the dinner and get it.”

~ / / / * \ \ \ ~

You had worked at the diner for a few years now, originally as a summer job, but now the shifts had picked up. It wasn’t too busy, as you wondered through. “Hi how can I help- Wow!” Your coworker Millie said. Chuckling slightly, “Good wow?”

“Yes! It looks great.”

“Thanks Mills. Do you think you could put me an order through?” you asked, handing her the piece of paper. “Sure, you sit tight.”

“Can I hear my favourite girl?” Andy the owner of the diner asked, coming to the front. “Hey Andy,” you smiled.

“My oh my look at you! Honey you look stunning!” he said, pinching your cheek.

“Thank you.”

“You got an order for me?” he asked.

“Just sent it to Millie.”

“I’ll get on it then, you staying?”

“Not today, Im going to eat with my friends at Family Video.”

“Sure thing.” You got comfy on a stool and waited for the food. Millie slid you a glass of lemonade, “Thanks Mills, how much do I owe?”

“$12.60”

“That’s way too cheap!”

“Employee discount,” she shrugged, winking at you.

~ / / / * \ \ \ ~

“Right I am going to leave you two to do your job,” You said, jumping off the counter, throwing your stuff in the trash. “Thank you for the lunch.”

“No worries, I’ll see you around. Robs I’ll call you later.”

“Course, I’ll speak to you then.”

~ / / / * \ \ \ ~

Parking up next to Eddie, you saw him washing the van. You couldn’t help but pause and watch him, topless, hair pulled in a bun, tattoos on show, decorated in chains.

“Hey pretty boy,” you called him. He turned smiling, “Hey gorgeous.” He stilled for a second, taking you in, noticing your hair hanging by your shoulders.

“Holy shit.” Dropping the soapy sponge into the water filled bucket, he wiped his hands off. Jogging over, he held your face in his hands. Playing with the shorter strands, he was in awe.

He brown eyes never leaving you, “You look so fucking pretty baby,” he smiled. “So beautiful.” “Thanks Eds,” you said, cheeks becoming rosy. Feeling shy under his gaze, you tried to hide from it.

“Let me look at you, please,” he said, almost begging, “Please just let me look at my beautiful girl.” He kissed your mouth gently.

You couldn’t help giggling at him, your stomach fluttering.

“Eds.” He hummed, kissing your nose, then your cheeks, then your forehead. “So fucking beautiful baby.”

“It’s just a haircut.”

“And? Who said it was the haircut, I’m talking about you. Not just your face or your body, but your soul, your heart. So beautiful. So perfect.”

“You’re gonna make me cry, stop it.” He laughed, kissing the top of your head, and pulling you into his arms. Wrapping your own around his waist, resting your head on his bare chest, you listened to his heartbeat.

“I love you Eddie.”

“I love you too Sweetheart.”

“Want help washing the van?” you asked, looking up and meeting his chocolate eyes.

“Sure babe, I’ll go grab another sponge for you.”

Heading inside the trailer, you wandered over to the van, waiting for him to return. You tied up as much hair as you could, but most of it fell back down again. Leaving it in a half up half down bun thing, you didn’t really know.

“Here you go Sweetheart.” Eddie appeared again, handing you the sponge and kissing your mouth once more. “Looks cute like that,” he nodded to your hair. “Not sure what to do with it now, forgot about it when I woke up and freaked slightly.”

“It can’t be worse than my mane of hair, you’ll figure it out. Besides hair grows back,” he shrugged. You began washing the side of the van, up to where you could reach.

“Think I should cut mine?”he asked.

“No!” you almost shouted.

“No?”

“Love your curls, don’t get rid of them. They’re so pretty.”

“Fine, fine I won’t.” You smiled at him.

You didn’t notice Eddie wander around the other side of the van. Bopping your head along to the Metallica song playing in his van, you wet your sponge again.

Soon feeling your whole head get wet. Squealing you looked up, “Eddie!” you shouted as he cackled, hose in hand. “Sorry baby, I just couldn’t resist.” He continued laughing.

Running towards him you squeezed the water out of the sponge above his head. He let out his own shout. “You little shit!” he laughed, as you ran away.

“You started it!” Eddie sprayed the hose in your direction again, wetting your t-shirt and shorts, making you scream again. Running back to the water, you dipped the sponge again.

“Don’t you dare!” he warned. Giggling, you ran back in his direction, smacking the sponge into his chest. “Baby!” he became distracted, picking up the wet object. Grabbing the hose from him he paused, “Shit.”

“You’re in for it now Munson!” Turning the water pressure to the max you soaked the boy.

“Come here you little terror!” he shouted running towards you, fighting to get the hose out of your hand.

“No, you started it!” you laughed.

“And I’ll finish it!” he countered. Eddie grabbed you by the waist and lifted your feet off the ground. “Put me down!” you screamed.

“No! Never! I’ve got you now babe.”

Eddie pried the hose from your hand and turned it off. “You’re a little shit!” he cackled.

“Says you,” still wiggling in his grip. Throwing you over his shoulder he took you inside the trailer.

“Eddie!” you hit his back lightly, “Put me down!”

“As you wish,” he said, throwing you into his bed, making you bounce slightly. Crawling over you, he grinned at your smiling face.

Leaning down your lips met one anothers, pulling him closer by his soggy curls, you moaned as he kissed you deeper. He detached one of your hands from them and linked his fingers with your own, grinding down on your slightly.

“Fuck,” you moaned into his mouth. He made the same movement, deeper this time, making your legs fall apart. He lay between them, bare chest resting on your clothed one. “So fucking beautiful,” he said as he pulled away, playing with your short locks once more.

“What time is Wayne getting home?” you asked, slightly breathless. “He said 5:30 why?”

Flipping him over, you sat on his hips. “Because,” you started, leaning down and ghosting your lips over his.

Pulling back, he chased your kiss. “Because?” he whined. You pecked his lips, and jumped off. “We have a van to clean and I don’t think he’ll appreciate the mess,” you said, walking out of his room. Leaving him on the bed.

“You’re a little shit!” he shouted after you.

“It’s what you get for spraying me with the hose Munson.” He couldn’t help but laugh at that.

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Thank you so much for reading! Please leave any requests 🤍

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[shirefantasies]

𓇢𓆸 The Hobbit Masterlist 𓇢𓆸

(All works are x GN!Reader unless otherwise specified!)

☆ = Personal Favorite

ღ = Suggestive

Scenarios/Reactions

How Thorin’s Company Act Around Their Crush

Thorin’s Company When You Call Everyone Pet Names ☆

A Headcanon For Each Company Member

Thorin's Company + Physical Affection ☆

Fiery, Fierce, Fabulous!

The Hobbit Characters + Physical Affection (Suggestive Version) ღ

Things You Do Together ☆

Showing the Company Your Tattoos ღ

How Many Kids Do They Want? ☆

When You Have a Buzzcut

Trichotillomania ☆

Calling Thorin’s Company Pretty

Taking Care of You When Injured ღ☆

How Thorin’s Company Would Set You Up With Someone ღ

What Type of Kisser Are The Hobbit Characters? ☆

The Hobbit Characters’ Favorite Body Part of Yours

Thorin’s Company When You Have Really Long Hair

One-Shots

Mission of Misunderstanding- Kili x F!Human!Reader ☆

Not Here- Bilbo x F!Sick!Reader ☆ღ

Chains of Flesh- Azog the Defiler x GN!Human!Reader ☆

Silly ‘Ol Bear- Bombur x F!Dwarrow!Reader

Miscellaneous Characters (LoTR & The Hobbit)

The Elves’ Spice Tolerances

Elves + Braiding

The Hobbits + F!Human Crush ☆

Little Things- The Hobbits + Shorter!F!Hobbit!Reader

The Elves Reacting to F!Reader’s Burlesque Performance ღ

Elves’ Reaction to Being Called Pretty

LoTR + The Hobbit Matchups

#the hobbit #the hobbit imagines #the hobbit x reader #the hobbit headcanons #thorin's company #thorin's company x reader #balin #dwalin #thorin #oin #gloin #bifur #bofur #bombur #dori #nori #ori #fili #kili #bilbo #thranduil #bard #beorn #lindir #elrond

[carminecherry]

inked | kazutora hanemiya

this is PART TWO of the series PUT A COLLAR ON YOUR PET

⇝ PAIRING: timeskip!kazutora hanemiya x bff fem!reader

⇝ SERIES SYNOPSIS: kazutora has wanted a neck tattoo since middle school. after you get a tattoo apprenticeship in the city, he wants you to be the one to do his neckpiece. however, the neck is an awfully sensitive spot. especially for a first tattoo. some people handle pain better than others. some people even enjoy it...

⇝ PART TWO LENGTH: 6k words

⇝ PART TWO WARNINGS: fem reader, heavy nsfw (18+ minors do not interact):

all characters are 20+; AU! where kazutora never got a neck tattoo; angst, teasing, power play, tattooing sub!kazutora, confession, Y/N and kazu are both switches, dom!kazutora, possessive!kazutora, jealousy, kissing, hickeys, licking bug bites, nipple play, oral sex, fingering, safe sex, penetrative sex, orgasm denial, biting

⇝ AUTHOR'S NOTE: it's smutty, hot, and heavy, enjoy 😘

DO NOT INTERACT WITH THIS WORK IF YOU ARE A MINOR. BY CLICKING THE READMORE, YOU CONSENT TO VIEWING ADULT CONTENT.

When you got to the shop today you talked to your boss. His enthusiastic approval for Kazu’s neck tattoo didn’t make you as excited as it might have otherwise. Something about last night wasn’t sitting right with you.

The way he had lingered at your door, an unfamiliar look in his eye. Knowing you’d see him again so soon had that flurry of emotion stirring in your chest. Maybe that’s why the message sat unsent as you picked at your lunch.

“I got the go ahead, when do you wanna do this?”

You reread the short message for the nth time, your lip long since tender from anxious nibbling. You lock your phone and put your head in your hands. Before you could spiral, your boss, Rei, pops his head around the corner, “Hey newbie.” You sit bolt upright.

“At ease, soldier. I’ve gotta head out early today, how do you feel about locking up the shop by yourself tonight? You can stay and practice, just clean up before you head out.” “Oh… Yeah, sure, that’d be great!” “And if your friend wants to come in for the neck piece, you can stay as late as you need.” He says with a wink. Damn. 

“Dope… Thanks, Rei.” He tosses you the keys with a jingle. You swipe them out of the air. “Have a good day, boss.” With a salute he turns and exits the shop. You sat there, alone in the not yet familiar space. It’s now or never. You finally hit send on the message.

His response is immediate,

“ASAP! When is the earliest you can do it?”

“Today if you have time”

“Fuck yeah it’s on! Is it cool if I come after work?” 

You hesitate before confirming,

“If you have nothing better to do, playboy. I’m in the studio all night”

He reacts to the message and you lock your phone, taking a deep, steadying breath. Your phone buzzes with a string of messages from Kazu. You open them and see a chain of tattoo inspiration pics. They’re done in a kind of tribal style.

From your buzzed conversation last night, you remember he wants a tiger in that style. You crack your knuckles and get to work, sketching up a design on your ipad. You’re immersed in your drawing when you feel a puff of air against your ear, “Boo.” 

You jump, to Kazu’s delight. “You should lock the door if you’re in here alone, anyone could come in.” “I- When-” You look and see it’s grown dark outside. He laughs, pacing around, sizing up the space.

“Just now, you seriously didn’t hear me come in?” Your silence is answer enough. “Don’t worry, I won’t tell your boss you little liability.” He says with a wink. “That looks perfect, by the way.” He gestures to the device in your hand. 

“Oh, thanks, um I’m almost done if you wanna- '' He plops down on one of the worn leather couches. “... make yourself comfortable…” He flips through the TV channels before settling on one for background noise, a horror flick. You return to your work, adding the final touches. 

When the credits are rolling on the TV, you finally stretch in your chair, drawing his attention. “How’s this look?” You turn the screen to him. His eyes sparkle. “It’s… It’s perfect! God, I knew it had to be you.” The compliment and sincerity in his voice had your heart acting up.

“Of course, I’m basically a genius.” You say dismissively. “So you said neck piece but what size are we talking?” You roll your chair over to him, wheels squeaking. “Like around here.” He palms the space on the side of his neck, bringing it down slightly to his chest. 

“Oh… So, like, huge?” “Gotta keep it on brand.” You scoff at his innuendo.  Let me add some more for the chest. You turn your attention back to the screen, adding some swirls to the edges that would extend the tattoo. He watches over your shoulder, occasionally humming with approval. The theme music of another horror film plays on the TV. “Okay, how’s this?” He gives two thumbs up and a toothy smile. “Ok, I’m gonna print it.”

You look up and meet his golden eyes. “Say, have you ever gotten a tattoo before?” “Nope, you’ll be my first.” He says with joking seduction. He’s on your turf here. A streak of confidence flashes through you with the realization; the power balance is shifting in your favor.

“Oh~ I don’t know if you’ll  be able to take it. The neck is very sensitive” You tease back. “If it’s just about endurance, I’ve never had any complaints.” His body leaning towards you. “No shame in tapping out, tickle boy.” You match his lean “That’s not a thing, you just play dirty.” He shoots back in a low voice. “That’s not all I do.”

The air in the shop turns heavy with your comment and the two of you simmer there. His eyes have a dark look. Your face feels warm. You clear your throat and rise. “Ok… Printing.” You tap across your screen as you walk to lock the shop door, flipping the sign to closed.

“Ohhh~ after hours, what an honor.” He says in a saccharine voice. “You don’t know how many other guys would kill to get an after hours session with me, don’t you feel lucky?” His taunt from last night turned back on him. 

There is a fire behind his eyes and you avert your gaze quickly as the printer buzzes out the stencil, the distant screams and tense music from the TV washing away into the background. You swipe it up, the transfer paper still warm between your fingertips.

You take your time cutting out your design, hoping the extra moment may diffuse the tension in the air as your senses come back; you have tiptoed the edge of that boundary again. With a final snip you make your way over to him, he’s reclined in the plush sofa, legs spread in a confident, imposing way. His eyes trace your every move but you can’t meet them. 

“So… For the placement… Since it goes down so low… It’s probably easiest if you take off your-” You don’t even finish the sentence before he peels off his shirt, placing it on the arm of the sofa as he looms over you. “Shirt… If you’re comfortable…” You look away, an effort to spare yourself from his relentless teasing.

He has a lean, muscular frame. Ghosts of scars littered on the defined planes of his chest and abs. “Like what you see?” His voice drips with honey. “Shut up and sit down.” You say, fully not facing him. He laughs knowing he’s gotten under your skin. 

That swirling anxiety clenches in your chest. He plops back down on the sofa with a chuckle, spreading his arms across the back, giving you a full view. “Sit up, I’m gonna sanitize your skin.” You huff. “Oh! And sign this.”

You shuffle around some papers on your workspace and produce a consent form. Slotting it into a clipboard and thrusting it in his direction. He flips through the pages halfheartidly as you pull on some latex gloves. There’s the scratching of the pen on paper as he signs the form. 

You grab the disinfectant and some wipes and finally face him. He catches your eyes as you do, a devilish grin on his face. “Let’s do this.” You pour some of the disinfectant on the wipe and get to work cleaning his skin. With a sharp inhale he says, “Fuck, that’s cold!”

“This is gonna be a long night.” You mumble. You laser focus on the space on the side of his neck, how the muscles and tendons flex under your touch, visualizing the tattoo there. You wipe down to his collarbone, trailing across the hollow space there before moving lower to his chest. 

His silence is uncharacteristic but you welcome it, getting lost in your work. When you’re satisfied you withdraw the wipe and use your hand to fan the space you’ve cleaned. “Let’s let it dry for a second.” You turn around to grab the stencil and when you return you catch the final ghost of a blush leaving his cheeks. You choose to categorically ignore it.

“I’m gonna place the stencil, so try to hold still.” You hover over him, lining up the paper. Silence hangs in the air as you bring the top of the stencil paper to his neck, working in slow, firm strokes to lay the paper nicely.

You can feel the heat of his neck bleeding through the paper as you stroke lower to his collar, his chest. Your hand lingers, you can feel the flutter of his pulse. When it’s laid with no crinkles, you give a few more firm sweeps across the whole thing, bringing out a sharpie to mark the final stencil placement.  

“Alright, let's see.” You peel the paper back and admire your work. The weeks of practice you’ve put in at the shop have paid off. “Take a look, do you want to adjust any parts?” He makes his way to the mirror across the shop. He twists and admires the stencil. You can’t help it when your eyes scan the muscular back, flexed, the one you felt last night. “Perfect…” He says softly. 

“Let’s get into it then.” You say with a clap. Turning away from him before he notices you staring. You gesture behind a nearby privacy screen to your station’s tattoo bed and he reclines on the papered surface with a crinkle. You set up your ink, vaseline, and tattoo gun among other paraphernalia. He watches you attentively as you do. You grab the bottle of black ink and portion some out. “Ready?” “Ready.” 

“Ok, so if you need a break, feel dizzy, or if it’s too painful, just say the word.” “What? Like a safe word?” “Sure, if you want one, tickle boy.” You can’t control the teasing tone in your voice. His nose scrunches in distaste at the nickname. “Hmm how about strawberry.” He relishes the word.

You cringe at the memory, an inside joke. A night spent over imbibing on strawberry vodka with the gang. A night that ended with you kicking off a two month sobriety stint after the violent vomiting and epic hangover that ensued. 

“Strawberry it is.” You confirm, gagging on the word. “So, it’s gonna suck for like five minutes but after that… Well I might be weird, but for me it starts to kinda feel good.” “Yeah, that’s what makes you weird.” “Ha ha, he’s got jokes.” Your tattoo gun buzzes to life in your hand. “Here we go.” You swipe some of the vaseline over the spot you’re sizing up as the starting point. 

Your gloved finger glides across the skin, the vaseline slick and warming quickly. He locks eyes with you and a crooked smile tugs at the corner of his mouth. The little shit looked excited for this, total masochist. You bring the needle down, feeling a small pushback as it breaks the skin. He inhales sharply and groans. “Jesus fuck!”

“I know.” You say in a low, comforting voice. You continue, the gun hammering the ink into the sensitive skin of his neck. His eyes close and he bites his lip. “You ok?” He nods in response. You do a wipe to clear some of the blood and excess ink. His hand finds your leg over the edge of the bed, fingers digging into the fleshy part of your thigh. “Fuck” he exhales.

“Dude we’ve barely started, you sure you can handle this?” You tried to sound comforting but you can't help the smug taunt from seeping into your voice. It’s wrong, you know that, but something about this felt so good. A kind of revenge for the torment he’s put you through over the years, finally being the one in control. 

“I’m going to start again.” You say in a low voice. He nods. You continue the line over the milky column of his neck, the skin around where you’d just tattooed turning a pretty red. His hand kneads the skin of your leg.

If it were anyone else you would’ve pried their hand off in seconds. But his touch… Felt warm. Familiar. You continue like this until the outline is done. Small noises occasionally bitten back by the man beside you. The hours pass by in a flash. 

***

The buzzing stops and you place the gun down on your station cart, stretching. “Let’s take a quick break.” “Oh~ and you were worried about my endurance.” His words come out, slurring together pleasantly. That tattoo adrenaline high that you are good friends with. He must be feeling it after sitting so patiently through those first few hours.

You rip off some paper towels and do a dry wipe. He gasps, a little whine escaping at the end. His hand shoots up to grab your wrist, halting your movement. You freeze, face hot. His breathing comes in heavy puffs. With effort he opens his eyes, meeting yours.

His pupils are blown so wide they devour the pretty gold of his irises. He looks you up and down in a hungry way, bare chest rising with each breath. You try to ignore the way the rosy buds on his chest rise have grown hard and perky. “Ha- you weren’t kidding. It does start to feel good, really good after the first few minutes.”

His smile is feral, you feel a knot tighten in your stomach. “G-good. That’s, uh, that's good.” He pushes his torso up from the tattoo bed, the paper crinkling underneath him. You can’t help but notice the prominent bulge in his pants as it enters your peripheral vision. He tugs your arm, your stool rocketing towards him. 

“Kazu-!” “Hmm~ You like this, don’t you, you sick little freak. You get off on this, huh.” “What the fuck are you talking about?! Kazu, let me go!” “You act like I can’t see you, see the way you look at me, do you think I’m stupid?!” “Time out, Time out.”

You feel a flash of anger, panic, taking your usual defensive stance. “God, come ON, when are you gonna get it?!” His grip tightens on your wrist. “Jesus! Strawberry!” You yelp. With a grunt, he releases your wrist. You shoot back in your chair, clattering into the cabinet behind you. 

“Oh my~ Y/N, are you… scared?” He says with a glint in his eye. You feel yourself flush, “You’re seriously acting fucking weird, Kazu… More than usual. If you don’t feel well we can stop here for today.” You spit out venomously. “Why do you do that? Run away from me…”

His eyes widened in a strange way as he hops off the bed. “Is it cause you like to make me chase you?” You rise as well, squaring your shoulders, head spinning with the shift in energy, your eyes feel glossy with the prickle of angry tears. “Seriously, shut the fuck up. You’re pissing me off, for real.” 

“But you’re so cute when you’re pissed off. You’re even cuter when you cry.” He says towering over you. You give a firm push to his chest to make space between the two of you. “God! Back UP! You’re such a dick Kazu! Why are you acting like this?” You hate that your vision blurs with unspilled tears. “There they are~” He swipes a hand up, thumb wiping one of the tears that threatens to overflow your lashes. You slap his hand away but he brings your tear to his lips, licking the digit slowly. The knot in your stomach tightens further. 

“Come on, Y/N, this little dance is getting old. Why won’t you just admit it? You want me, just say it.” You feel that nauseating twist of emotion in your chest, arrogant ass. You want to swing, to cuss him out, but you feel yourselves balancing on the ledge between safe and new again.

Instead you ask, “What… Are you saying, Kazu?” You can hear your heartbeat in your ears. You’ve been dreading this. He sighs, leaning his head back with a curt laugh. “You were always slow to notice things, huh.” He says to the ceiling. “Such a sadist under that cute facade…”

He takes a step back, giving you some breathing room.  “Now don’t get me wrong, I do love the chase, but after so long… I can’t understand why you’re still running…” “... Kazu… You… Uh, we…” You let out a frustrated sound. “It’s just… I’m not gonna be another notch in your belt… Another name on your list of fair maidens… What we have is special… I don’t want to lose you… as a friend.” The words pour out reluctantly. Choppy after being bitten back so many times. 

“Hmm, that’s too bad. Maybe I really need to spell it out for you. I’m serious about this, us.” You feel your face heat anew with his sudden confession. “Frankly, I don’t know how I could make it any more obvious to you. That I want you, I need you. I’ve wanted you all to myself for years.” “You sure have a funny way of showing it, fucking anything that bats their eyelashes at you.” You feel tears threaten to spill.

“Baby, I have needs… It’s awful, but I meant it. Those other girls didn’t mean anything to me. But you… This-” He gestures to the completed outline of his tattoo, “It’s a piece of you, I’ll get to have it with me forever. Sorry for tricking you into putting a collar on me. I wasn’t sure how else to get such a selfish owner to claim their pet.” His mouth ticks into a smile, like he’s told some inside joke with himself. 

“I’m sick of waiting… God, don’t just stand there.” He averts his gaze from you, blush dusting his cheeks. “Kazu… I… If this is some sick joke I’ll never forgive you.” “Joke?!” He leans in dramatically. “What other motherfucker is out there making me blush?! I feel SICK.” He snaps back. 

“I… Kazu, if you know, if you can read me so clearly, don’t make me be the first to say it… Just-” He’s over you in seconds. His lips parting yours in a feverish kiss. You don't hold back, meeting him there, lips, hands, teeth. You are careful not to touch your masterpiece on the side of his neck, running a hand through his hair and another up the exposed skin of the toned muscles of his core. One of his hands is tangled in the hair at the back of your head, adding pressure to the kiss. 

He moans into your mouth, “fuck my neck, it hurts… It… feels really good.” This sparks something in you, leaning into the kiss with more passion. You nip his lip and then smooth the irritated flesh with a firm swipe of your tongue before returning to the kiss. He groans at the action, pressing you up onto the counter of the cabinet, grinding against you. You feel the bulge in his pants against your stomach. So hot that the warmth seeps through the layers of fabric between you.

He’s brought a hand down to play with the hem of your shirt, the light touches tickle. The two of you break your kiss, gasping for air. He chuckles, “You don’t know how long I’ve wanted to do that.” “Yeah… That was… amazing.” You look up at his hazy eyes, thick heavy lashes, that perfect beauty mark. You crane your neck and place a soft kiss there, the intrusive thought that's haunted you for years finally fulfilled. 

The air is heavy, like the space around you was holding its breath. You move first, locking your mouth on the other side of his neck where the skin is unmarred. You swirl your tongue over the sensitive skin, giving a nip and sucking gently on the skin. “Fuck, you’re gonna mark me there too? I never pegged you as the possessive type. Letting me run around all these years.” His voice is low and lazy. You hum into his neck feeling the bulge against your stomach twitch.

“And the jealous type.” You add, before moving lower and repeating the process,  crimson blooming on the skin of his neck as you nip and suck and bite your way down his collar bone. “That feels so fucking good baby.” He grabs you by the waist and lifts you, maneuvering you back to your tattoo bed, pulling you to straddle his lap as he sits. He takes advantage of the new position to tug you firmly by the hair, exposing your neck to him. “My turn” he says, licking a hot line up your jugular. 

He kisses down the side of your neck. “Mmm yeah, Kazu.” He sucks gently before his teeth graze your skin, the pressure building with a wet, slurping noise. You groan, it hurts in a delicious way that makes your stomach flip. “Mmmore, more Kazu.” You whine. “So needy.” He says into the throbbing spot before moving lower, making a twin bruise there, pulling your head back further, the skin taut. “Nnng” “Yeah babe, fuck.”

He goes lower, eyes locking on the small circle of raised skin, slightly pink from irritation and itching. He licks the bug bite, making you yelp. “Fuck, thats.” He licks again, the spot warming, the sensation is strange. Tingly, itchy. He starts to suck, “O-oh my go- that’s-” It feels strange but not bad, like scratching an itch too hard where it hurts in the most satisfying way.

You feel that knot again in your stomach, wetness spreading between your legs. You lower yourself in his lap, grinding into him. The friction sends sparks of pleasure through you. “You like that? Little freak.” “You’re one- to talk- you’re the one sucking-” his hand releases your hair, bringing both to your hips, grinding into you hard. “Ah- ha- fuck babe you’re so hard.” You say breathily.

“Mmm yeah, that’s your fault.” He says into your chest. He drags you down again, you feel the seat of your pants growing uncomfortably wet. “Kazu… Please I…” “Say it, say what you want baby, it’s done.” “Kazu… I want you.” “Mmm finally.”  He flips you easily, laying you on the tattoo bed with a harsh crinkle of the paper. He pins you there, eyes devouring your flushed face and he pretty marks he’s left on your neck. Your hand comes up to absently play with his earring. It jingles between your fingers. 

“You're so… Pretty, Kazu.” “Yeah?” He tugs your shirt up, over your head, letting it gather by your wrists, using it to pin you there with one hand. “You’re so, god. You’re so beautiful Y/N. I mean it. You don’t know how long you made me wait.” He trails a finger up your side, a featherlight touch that makes you squirm. “Hmm, ticklish, Y/N?” He asks, mimicking your voice from last night. “Dick” You laugh. He traces the edge of your bra, making your breath hitch. 

He continues, leaving a trail of goosebumps behind. You adjust yourself, wriggling under his grip, offering a better view of your chest. “So eager Y/N.” “So slow, Kazu.” your mouth ticks up in a challenging smile. When he sees it his own smile turns animalistic.

He rips the undergarment up roughly, your chest bouncing free as he forces it up to join your shirt around your wrists. He eyes your chest hungrily before using his free hand to palm one of your breasts, massaging it. The flesh spilling out in the space between his fingers. He drops his head to lick around the sensitive flesh of the other.

 He presses a knee between your legs, knocking them apart harshly to give himself space. You welcome it, finally having something to apply pressure where you really want it. You grind up and down his leg building the feeling there. He gives a hard flat lick over the sensitive bud on your chest before sucking, grazing his teeth along the puckered skin. “Oh fuck, Kazu, that feels so good!” 

You toss your head back, closing your eyes, savoring the feeling growing. Your body feels heavy and fuzzy, a pleasant buzz in your head. He releases your abused nipple with a pop, the skin pink and glistening with his saliva. He gives a soft blow, savoring the view of the bud pebbling in the cold air.

He grinds his knee into you, earning him a breathy whine. “Kazu, please. I want you.” “Hmm? You made me wait so long I plan to make it last.” “Ha- nng- and I’m the sadist?” He releases your breast and trails a hand down your stomach, toying with the button of your pants. You grind up his leg, encouraging him to continue. “Patience, you vicious little thing.” He chides.

He pops the button of your pants open with one hand and drags the zipper down painfully slowly. He pulls the waist of your pants down, the task proving to be difficult one handed. You raise your hips to help him shimmy them down your thighs. “Fuck” He releases your wrists to pull your pants all the way off, tossing them to the floor. You start to sit up before he shoves you back down by your wrists, situating himself between your legs again. 

“Now, where were we?” “Well, I was falling asleep while you took your sweet time undressing me.” “Oh, well that won’t do. Let’s wake you up, shall we?” He trails his free hand up your thigh, squeezing the fleshy part at the top, humming with approval. He traces his thumb against the edge of your panties, dragging down a glistening trail of your wetness. “Fuck, you’re so wet for me, babe.” He swipes his thumb up again, gathering some of your juices as he brings it to his lips, sucking on the digit. “You taste so good.” 

“Yeah? You like it, sicko?” “Mmm, love it. Let me taste you, pretty girl.” He slides down the tattoo bed, dragging you with him. He spreads your legs apart, hooking them over his shoulders. You take this chance to free yourself from the clothing around your wrist, snapping off the latex gloves in the process.

He runs a finger up and down your slit through the fabric of your drenched panties. “Fuck” He pulls the garment to the side watching you twitch and flutter being exposed to the cool air of the studio. He brings his head down, lapping up the wetness between your legs.

You can’t hold back the moan that comes out with the sensation, tangling your fingers in his silky hair. “Mmm babe you taste even better than I expected.” He says from between your legs. You can’t string together a coherent sentence. Between the teasing and his skilled tongue circling your clit, you feel yourself tumbling towards release.

“Ah- Kazu- ha- I’m-” The words come out high and breathy as you feel like you’ve been dipped in honey, your limbs heavy and warm. Right as you’re at the brink of your orgasm his movements slow. You let out a frustrated whine. You swear you can feel him smiling there, between your legs.

“Wha- Why?” “Hmm? Is something the matter?” He teases. “You’re… insufferable.” You pant. “Am I?” He challenges, bringing a finger up to your hole, testing the water there. Your breath hitches as he pushes it deeper, his long fingers curling in a tantalizing way. 

He licks the sensitive bundle of nerves again, swirling his tongue. You feel the sensation building again. “Kazu, please, I want you.” You whine. “I know you do, pretty girl. I’m getting you ready, just relax.” “How can I relax when you’re-” He adds another finger and you feel the stretch before a third is inserted. You moan, grinding into him, fucking yourself on his face and fingers.

You feel the tension rising again, your breathing getting heavier, the knot in your stomach about to snap. As you feel the sensation swelling, fuzziness crawling over your skin, he removes his fingers, leaving you so empty. You choke on a frustrated cry as you feel tears prickle in your eyes, having been denied twice. 

“Kazu, please, I’m so close. Let me come.” “Eager as ever, darling.” You hear the tearing of something not-quite paper. You peel your eyes open, looking down at him. A small, square wrapper reflects the light in a metallic way, dangling from his mouth. The sound of a zipper directs your eyes down to his pants. He lets the clothing drop to his thighs. There is a prominent wet spot spreading through the fabric of his underwear beneath. You can see his size through the thin material. It is formidable. 

You eat up the view, his flexed abdomen, the defined lines low on his stomach that disappear beneath his waistband, his blown out pupils, his flushed face, the hickeys you left him on one side of his neck, and the tattoo outline on the other. You feel a deep throb inside of you.

“Kazu, baby, you look so good.” He leans over you, brushing his lips to yours, “Fuck, Y/N, you’re so fucking hot.” You taste yourself on his lips as you draw him in to deepen the kiss. He pulls back, an hungry look in his eye. He makes a show of pulling his waistband down, freeing himself from the restraints of the undergarment. Your eyes widen. 

Maybe he wasn’t exaggerating all of those times he’s bragged about his ‘big dick energy.’ “Think you can take it, princess?” He goads with a lazy smile. He gives himself a few firm strokes before rolling the condom over his sizable member. “Think you can actually make me come this time?” You quip back. He steals a quick peck from that bratty mouth that he loves.

“Mmm, this time, and the next time, and the next time.” He punctuates each word with a kiss to your jaw then your throat and your chest. He positions himself over you, “so if you need a break, feel dizzy, or if it’s too painful, just say the word.” He imitates your voice, repeating your earlier statement back to you. “Shut up and fuck me.” You say breathily, taking a firm grip of his silky hair and pulling him into a feverish kiss. 

He moans into the kiss as you nip at his lower lip. You feel his tip, prodding at your entrance. You grind down on it, urging him to continue. You feel that delicious stretch as you adjust to his size. It’s been far too long since your last time and he is huge. His ministrations earlier had done little to prepare you for his actual size.

He moves slowly, working with you as you grind up to meet him. You can’t fight back the little noises bubbling up in your throat any more. Small whines and whimpers. “Fuck, good girl, let me hear you.” You moan louder as you feel your walls stretching to take him. 

You can feel it, the tip pushing against your cervix, making your breath hitch. He pauses there. A string of praise and profanities spilling from his lips. “I’m gonna move.” He pants. He props himself up over your face, looking deeply into your eyes. He’s slow, so excruciatingly slow. You feel like he could split you open. Your face twists in pain and pleasure.

He peppers your cheeks and forehead with light kisses, a jumble of, “good girl, you’re taking me so well, you’re so tight, fuck, babe you feel so good, you’re gorgeous.” Are whispered with every kiss. “Look at you, pretty girl.” He says, staring at the space where the two of you are joined. Your hazy eyes drift there too. To the swollen, sensitive spot that is sucking him in. You’ve almost taken all of him. 

“Y/N, I…” He bucks unconsciously. You gasp sharply. “I can’t… It feels so good.” He groans, bucking again, so close to being buried inside of you. You whine, completely stuffed. He moves, shallow ruts, picking up speed. “Fuck, Kazu, you’re so deep, you’re- it’s so big.” You whimper. You flutter around him, making his movement stutter. He continues with fervor. He’s so deep, with each thrust you feel him brushing past that spot that makes your toes curl before pressing into your cervix. 

He adjusts his position, bringing your legs up to hook over his shoulders, folding you in half. He grabs the edge of the tattoo bed, gripping it so hard his knuckles turn white. You cry out as he buries himself even deeper. Your cry melts into a moan as the rush of pleasure spreads from the pain.

You can hardly see him through the blur in your eyes. You feel yourself unraveling as he fucks freely into you in this new position. Each stroke is more intense than the last. Lewd, wet noises spill from your puffy entrance with each thrust. You feel it coming, huge and intense. Your arms and legs are blanketed in tingles, your head is light and dizzy, release hurtling towards you.

“Uhhng, Kazu, don’t stop, I’m gonna.” He grunts, snapping his hips into you, fucking you down into the crinkled paper of the tattoo bed. He brings a hand down, grabbing one of your breasts, bullying your nipple with a harsh pinch. The sensation is too much. You cry out, clenching around him, vision going white as your release washes over you. A slurry of curses and affection pour from you as the waves of pleasure wrack your body. He continues his deep, cruel thrusts, fucking you through your orgasm, drawing it out of you. 

You flutter and clench around him, a whimper then laugh leaves the man over you. “Y/N, You’re sucking me in, you want me so bad, huh, baby? Fuck, I’m gonna come, pretty girl. You’re gonna make me come.” He mutters, his thrusts becoming frantic, your bruised cervix opening, swallowing him deep inside of you.

“Oh, FUCK!” With one final, brutal thrust he’s pouring himself into you. He latches onto your collar bone, biting hard. You yelp, feeling the sting of his teeth breaking the skin and his tongue swirling.

He moans, grinding into you, riding out his own release. Stuffing the condom full of his seed inside of you. Fucking into your womb. His grip on the tattoo bed loosens, as he lays himself over you. Lazily thrusting. He snakes his arms around you, embracing you as he grinds the last of his cum into you.

You bring a hand up to play with his fluffy hair as he slackens his jaw, planting sloppy, wet kisses over the bite mark. Your chests rise with heavy breaths, reveling in your shared releases. Your limbs feel like lead and your head is still fuzzy. Every nerve in your body is shot, tingling pleasantly.

“That was so much better than I could’ve imagined.” He hums. “Yeah… That was… Worth the wait.” You say, burying your face into the crook of his neck opposite his tattoo. “I think that’s enough of a break.” You laugh as he kisses your temple. “Mmm, yeah, let’s finish this up.” He gestures vaguely to the outline of his tattoo.

“I’ve got some big plans for the night.” He says in a low voice, pulling out from you as you quiver around the emptiness, missing him. “I should probably finish what I’ve started this time, and the next time, and the next time.” You tease him with his earlier flirtations, earning you a playful jostle. You reach absently over the edge of the tattoo bed, feeling around for your discarded garments. 

“This is gonna be a long night.” He laughs, passing you your clothing as he grabs some paper towels from your station. cleaning himself up. “Promise?” You joke, masking a deeper desire. The animalistic way he smiles at you is answer enough.

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[joesanrio]

Your daddy too | J.U

Hi, can you do me a fic of Jey Uso reacting to being told he's going to be a father... soft but smutty. Thanks ❤️ - @britishhybrid

I’m loving these Jey requests 🩷 of course!!

Summary: After telling Joshua the amazing surprise, he wants to celebrate for the last time for a while.

Pairings: Joshua Fatu {Jey Uso} x fem!reader || established relationship

Warnings: surprises, pregnancy announcement, emotional!Jey, pregnant!reader, kissing, oral (fem. recieves), missionary, p in v (unprotected), creampie, LOTS OF FLUFF (for balance)

Word count: 1562

Rating: Fluff, Smut | 18+

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His skin, tan underneath the dim lights of the fancy restaurant. His smile lines never falling as he observes the room in complete astonishment. His arms large and tattooed, the precise details peeking out from his rolled-up sleeve.

“You’ve been glowing a lot more recently.” Josh comments as his eyes fall onto the soft features of my face, I avoid eye contact while knowing the exact reason why.

It was my night to choose where to go for date night, and I had it all planned out on how I was going to tell him the important news. I decided to make a reservation at one of the 5 star restaurants and rent out a private room, I explained my idea to the employees and they agreed to help.

“You think so? It’s probably the new serum I bought.” I smile as he nods and continues looking at the menu.

The waitress comes over swiftly to ask for our order, “Also, do you guys have juices?” I request as most of the drinking options on the menu were alcoholic. The waitress nods before telling me all their options, Josh’s facial expression is still while his eyes show confusion.

I order my drink and meal and the waitress is now gone to put it in the system. “Juice?” Josh asks as he leans back in the chair, “Yeah, someone has to drive us home.” I joke as he chuckles deeply and pulls himself back up to the table.

“Baby, I have a question.” His hand reaching out for mine across the table, caressing my ring finger gently. I hum in response as I look at our hands in awe, “We’ve been married for some time, and I was just wondering when the right time for us will be to have some kids?” Josh’s other hand comes up to lift my chin to look at him. Heart skipping a beat at his words, I don’t say anything as it feels like his words are echoing in my ears.

“Soon, I promise.” My words were low as Josh’s eyes gazed into mine, the pupils expanding. “Really?” He gleams, “absolutely.” My glossed lips curving up happily.

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We were almost done with our food, before I remember the surprise. Signaling for the waitress, she nods before getting in position.

Digging into my purse suddenly, Josh stopped chewing to see what I was doing. “Close your eyes.” I say as he just smiles with his cheeks full of the steak he ordered, “Hurry up!” I giggle as he covers his eyes with a fork in his hand. Pulling out the box, I peek inside to make sure everything is still in place.

The staff walks in holding huge letter balloons, it spells out ‘She’s pregnant’ but some holding confetti cannons.

“Now look.” I smile before he looks at the box confused, handing him the fragile box he quickly places the fork down onto his plate. Surprisingly he doesn’t turn around to the people behind him, he just focuses on the box in front of him. “Baby, did you buy me a chain?” He jokes as he shakes the box timidly, “Open it!” I nod, urging him to get serious. He opens the box slowly before seeing a small locket necklace inside, he looks back up at me in awe before going to open the locket.

“Wait! Before you do that.” I say stopping his hand as it startles him, “I love you so much. I couldn’t imagine my life without you.” I speak quietly as his smile lines imped his cheeks. “I love you too, I really appreciate you.” He speaks before going back to open the locket.

He opens the locket to a small picture of the positive results of my pregnancy test, his jaw dropping before he closes the locket again. “Stop playing.” He looks at me stern while going back to open the locket again, “Oh my gosh Baby!” He jumps up from the chair and comes over to hug me.

The confetti cannons going off makes him turn around quickly and put me behind him as if he was protecting me. He lets out a sigh of relief when he sees the balloons, “Oh baby! You did this for me?” Josh asks turning around, his hands falling onto my waist. Nodding happily, he kisses me passionately, not caring about how the room was filled with random people.

The staff stared in awe and began clapping causing me to pull away from the kiss. “Thank you all so much! It’s beautiful.” I smile and clasp my hands together happily. We sit back down, and he unlocks the necklace to put it around his neck.

“The color looks good on you.” My eyes refusing to leave the sentimental object around his neck, “I can’t believe this! That explains everything!” He says rubbing his face as he seems to get emotional. “Don’t cry!” I giggle as he sniffs a bit, “I don’t like seeing you cry.” I say as he wipes the fallen tears. “I’m just excited.” He says as I reach for his hands to hold.

[Home 10:56]

“Joshua!” I moan out into the pillow in front of me, his large hands grabbing my ass roughly. His tongue darting into my entrance, his warm tongue caressing along the soaked walls of my pussy. My hips rocking back onto his face as the pleasure flows through my veins heavenly.

“Look at you.” He smirks against my clit before sucking on the sensitive bud, I squeal as he takes his long fingers and insert them into my entrance in place of his tongue. His fingers curl to my g-spot with ease, my hips faltering as I grasp anything in my reach while my orgasm washes over me.

His lips pull away from my clit before he admires my glistening folds, cum dripping down onto the sheets underneath. Josh’s finger teases my folds to rub my arousal around. “S’good.” I whine into the pillow as I regain myself from the intense orgasm. His hands knead into my waist as he crawls above me, I turn onto my back underneath him to see the look of lust in his eyes.

“Damn you’re beautiful.” He says lowly as his hands now fondle with my bra to get to my breast, slapping my nipple once he pulls my bra to the side. I moan softly as Josh bends down to kiss my now plump lips, his lips fixed onto mine as he pulls at my nipples and massages my other. “I love when you do that.” I mumble against him, as he takes that time to insert his tongue into my mouth.

He smirks as our tongues glide together smoothly, the taste of the red wine he had earlier still on his tongue. Hips grinding against my bare core, our bodies warm against each other, my arms wrapping around his shoulders to pull him closer. “More.” I pull away from the kiss as he looks down at our bodies, “Anything for you.” He places a quick kiss onto my lips before sitting up in between my legs.

Unbuckling his pants, my hands going down to rub my clit as he strokes his cock at the sight. My glistening folds luring him in as he leans into me, his tip rubbing against my entrance. I moan softly as he teases my entrance slowly, “Beg for me Baby.” His head tilted back as he enjoys the feeling of my damp folds around his hard cock.

“Oh, come on, Joshua!” I roll my eyes as he slaps my boob in disapproval, “I’ve been so good! Just this once.” I pout before pulling him down into a kiss. He melts into my touch, his cock entering my soaked hole with ease. I moan loudly as he fills me up perfectly, “I hate it when you pout.” He groans as my walls clench around him.

His hips rolling into mine, finding the perfect rhythm to make my head fall back in bliss. Completely speechless, his hands intertwined with mine, his cock rocking deep into me. “S’good! Yes.” I gasp out as I can feel myself about to cum already, his head falling into my neck to leave hot kisses. “Josh! Please!” I moan out, he was giving me everything I needed but I felt like I wanted more.

“You ‘bout to cum, huh? All over my cock?” He teases as his pace quickens, the loud noises of my arousal filling the room. Speechless as his cock rams into the perfect spot, filling me up with no trouble. “Fuck! Plea- Oh!” I practically yelp against his shoulder, coming undone onto his fat cock.

I can’t do anything but breathe and close my eyes as he continues to thirst into me, “Damn! I love this little pussy.” He groans as he lifts up from my neck to hover above. “Look at you squirming, you can’t run.” He says as my back arch’s in please, my hands coming down to his pelvis to push him away due to the overstimulation.

“Take it.” He chuckles as my body jolts at his harsh thrust, he’s close to his orgasm. His eyes fluttering close, hips faltering as his head droops down in pleasure. “Oh shit! Take it Baby.” Josh’s hot cum fills my insides, hips stilling as he’s now breathless. Moaning at the feeling, his cock twitching in between my warm walls.

“Fuck. You’re perfect.” He says as he leans back into my neck, my arms wrapping around his shoulders. “I love you so much.” I whisper into his ear as he comes down from his high, he places a kiss onto my neck as reply.

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[courtingchaos]

Blackberry + Smash

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Fem!reader

Summary: Oh my god, it's your little day date! I wonder if he'll like your choice of nails?

Word Count:6.3k

A/N: Part 2 to Blackberry, still for @newlips milestone of love! I broke these up because I was having a hard time reading it all together and this part got, well, too long honestly. However it's fun and dirty just how we all like it. (18+ NSFW you know the drill)

The mirror in his bathroom isn’t lying to him, he sure is 32 and still has no idea how to dress himself. He’s gone through at least 6 versions of the same black outfit, only now realizing he owns nothing for a date. He scrubs a hand over his face and sighs. 

Casual. It’s lunch, this ain’t rocket science and you’ve seen him covered in a multitude of stains and you still kissed him 9 days ago. 

Yes he’s counting, has counted every day. Every boba tea he’s left since, every carton of cookies has a little heart drawn on it with an ‘E’ in the middle. 

He wasn’t even this lovesick as a kid. 

Eddie gives himself a disgusted scoff before ripping off his faded Megadeath tee. He lets himself have a little tantrum, stomping his feet around and whining. Rolling his head back and forth. Couldn’t you two just slide under his sheets and roll around for the rest of eternity? Then he wouldn’t have to worry about fuckin’ clothes! There’s a yell building in his chest but Jeff is sleeping and he won’t wake him, not with a full Friday night ahead of him. Instead he stalks off to his room to root around some more, looking for something less faded when his phone pings. A message from you: ‘holy shit, am I actually ready on time? 🖤’, and a picture that he immediately taps on. 

It’s a mirror picture of your outfit. Black sweater, black pants, black shoes. 

Oh what a fucking pair you’ll make. Dour food service workers in their mourning best. 

He’s never been happier. 

This also sets his nerves at ease. He can look normal. On top of his pile of clean laundry he finds his Hideout shirt and his good Metallica hoodie. Has one last moment of asking himself if he’s still actually 16 before going back to the bathroom. 

Rings on, his pick and his Cuban link chain lay against his collar bones. Finds the matching bracelet and decides to wear the silver nose hoop and in the final glance he rolls his eyes. 

It’ll do.

He shoves the shirt and hoodie on, glances at the clock and sees 9:30 glowing up at him. He finds his jacket, grabs his keys and wallet and has enough time to pick up coffee for the two of you. 

You got nervous and decided to wait outside for him, the sun helping to edge off the chill of the morning. You’re scrolling through Instagram when the familiar sound of his truck pulls through the gate of your complex. Immediately it feels like your stomach is up in your ribs. You’d spent four fucking hours this morning getting ready, redoing your makeup three times before just settling on big wings and red lips. Classic, easy, and you were running low on makeup wipes really. You’d switched out jewelry enough you’d irritated the piercings, yet again settling on leaving in your medusa and just going with silver everything. In an attempt to calm yourself you’d sent the picture to Eddie, not really expecting him to reply. He did heart react to it though and that had sent you horizontal on the couch for a few minutes, kicking your socked feet around. 

He pulls up in front of you and before you can get a hand on the door he’s leaned over to push it open. You’re staring very obviously for a moment, eyes fixed on the ripped knees of his jeans where you can see a smattering of tattoos. You hadn’t given much thought to that. You knew about his arms obviously, had seen pictures of his chest and back pieces but no one had mentioned his legs. Eddie clears his throat and you immediately flush. He gives you a look and you prop a foot in to help push you up. Then you notice the two Dunkin coffees. 

“Did you get me iced coffee?” Surprise pitches your voice high, a little ‘oh!’ following when he holds up a small paper bag. 

“And a donut.”

“Eddie!” You reach over to grab the bag and also slap at his elbow. He just chuckles and watches you tear it in two, holding one side out to him. He can see the pink still tinging your cheeks. 

“I already had two.”

“Oh I see how it is.” A raise of your eyebrows and he tells you to put your seatbelt on. Asks for the address of your nail salon. 

“It’s gonna take a little while, I’m getting acrylics so. I don’t know if you want to hang around or not.” You say around a mouthful of donut. 

“Am I gonna be in the way?”

“I don’t think so, just depends on how busy they are.”

It’s busy as shit. Thankfully you have your appointment, so it’s just a waiting game for a station to open up. 

“There’s like, so many people in here.” He looks like a big worried puppy. “Do you mind if I wander over to the bookstore on the other side?” Eddie flicks his head at the front door. Across the parking lot is a Barnes and Nobel that you saw him eye when you parked. 

“Not at all.” A hand on his forearm with a gentle squeeze and he smiles down at you. What had Cate said? 

“You’re a simple for dimples.” Christ. 

“Text me when you’re almost done, okay?”

You nod, shooing him off towards the door. He’s slow going, waiting for you to turn around the corner to go look at polish colors. When he sees you disappear he rushes the front desk, the receptionist startling at his figure popping up. 

“Hey, your 11 o’clock with-“ he gestures over to you, mouthing your name to try to keep it quiet. “How much is her bill?”

“Well, she’s set up for a regular acrylic set and-“

He’s keeping an eye on you but wants to get out of here before you turn around again to find a seat. 

“Look, whatever the like, top tier thing is, I don’t know nails. Can I just pay ahead of time for that for her?”

“For the nails and the pedicure?”

“Yeah yeah, whatever it is. I’ve got the tip too.”

She hands him a small receipt and he only balks at the price because why is this shit so expensive? He made it a point to not have a band of cash on him today, trying to be a modicum of classy, so he pulls out three hundreds from his wallet and tells the receptionist to figure out the tip. Smiles and tells her to have a nice day. He darts out before you get a chance to sit.  

“Eddie.” The sound of your voice makes him pick his head up from his phone. You’re standing in front of the door to the salon, arms crossed and a pinched expression on your face. 

“Yeah?” He’s playing stupid. Only for you. 

“You really didn’t need to do that.”

A small smile pulls at his lips and he halfheartedly shrugs. 

“I’m serious! That was expensive.” Your laugh is exasperated but your not really mad. Just taken aback. First dates don’t pay for nails. 

“I know, that’s why I did it. You’ve been talking about these fuckin’ things for a week now. Figured I’d surprise you.” He puts his phone away to stare up at you from his seat on the bench. 

“Let’s see ‘em.” Eddie leans forward and holds out his hand expectantly. You twist away and playfully squint down at him, holding your hands clenched under your chin. 

“I don’t know if you deserve it.”

“Oh come on, let’s see what my hard earned American dollars got you.” Laughing and reaching again but this time his hand drifts south, fingertips grazing the back of your thigh, gently pulling you back towards him. 

The little hitch in your breathing goes unnoticed but the blush flooding your cheeks doesn’t. His smile widens and he pulls you again, knocking your knee gently into the bench between his own. 

“Please?” Holds his other hand out, big palm facing up and you lower your own down to wiggle your fingers at him. Eddie let’s out a low whistle while he turns your hand around to look at the little gold stars dotting the matte black claws; turns it over to see the glittery red underneath. 

“Oh I’d say that’s worth it.”

“You like?” 

“Mhm. You get you’re toes done too?”

That makes you blush harder for some reason but you nod. He’s still holding your hand gently, like he’d lean in for a kiss to the back of it. 

“Yeah, same red color.” His other hand is resting fully against your leg now, thumb moving slowly back and forth over your knee. He glances down at your feet briefly, toes hidden in your shiny black loafers. 

“I bet that’s real pretty.” When he looks back up at your face, dark eyes framed by dark lashes and that damn smile pulling those dimples out, you look away quick. If anymore blood rushes to your face you’re bound to pass out. 

“Did uh, did you wanna like, grab lunch or something?” He’s got you stuttering while you look around the parking lot for a distraction. Anything to get your mind off of his hand still gripping the side of your thigh. 

Jesus suffering fuck. 

“Sure. There’s a ramen place up the road that’s pretty good.”

It’s a small restaurant, ten tables and a bar. It’s just the two of you for a while in the booth that Eddie asked for. He’s been tapping his foot against yours since you sat. 

“Are you playing footsie with me?”

“Maybe.” His grin is infectious. You jostle him back and it devolves for a few minutes until the waitress shows back up with your drinks and a knowing look on her face. 

Eddie notes how easy you blush. It’s been at least four times today and he’s only been around you for maybe three hours. He’s trying to recall any other time he might have seen it, but he doesn’t think you’d let that kind of thing slide at work. It’d be seen as a weakness or some shit you and Cate make up. 

He briefly wonders how far down your neck it goes. 

“So do you actually like cooking?” You ask as your food arrives, unwrapping your chopsticks and dumping and ungodly amount of togarashi into your ramen. 

“Yeah actually. My uncle taught me how to cook, he made it fun. It just kind of stuck around I guess.” He looks bashful, swirling his chopsticks around the bowl. You realize this is a whole side of Eddie you don’t know about. 

“What’s your favorite thing to cook?”

“Honestly? I really like smoking ribs. Wayne had this contraption he built himself out back of his trailer, and he’d make some real creations out there.” He sounds wistful when he talks about his uncle. He’s brought him up a few times but never really explained why he spent so much time with him. You don’t want to pry, but your interested in this home brew smoker now. 

“Please tell me it was like some 50 gallon drum deal.”

“Oh of course! He used to be a welder in the Army so he had all kinds of shit he made. Still has that grill too.” 

Eddie rambles for most of lunch, constantly trying to deflect back to you but you’re invested in this uncle of his. Wayne sounds like quite the guy. 

“So you lived with him till what, you were 23?”

“Yeah. I just wanted my own space and he also needed his own space. I have dinner with him once a week though. At least.” Eddie’s been rubbing his hand on the back of his neck for a few minutes and you’re starting to get the signal to stop mining for now. 

“I’d love to meet him.”

“Oh he’d love you.” That rolls off his tongue fast and you both laugh. “Maybe I’ll drag you to dinner next week. You can tell him all about your drive thru crazies.”

“Oh I’m sure we’d both love that.”

The check has been sitting on the table for 20 or so minutes and when he tucks his card in, after swatting your hand away, the waitress descends and disappears with the check.  He’s nervous again, twirling his rings around his fingers, leg bouncing. You’ve taken a minute to check your messages but under the table you slide a hand onto his bouncing knee. It stills immediately, the flash of a smile you shoot at him quelling any knots under his ribs. It’s such a small gesture, your hand warm on his knee. He’s already decided he’s kissing you again outside.

 

“This was fun, thank you again for my nails. Seriously.” 

He reaches out for your hand, tucks his fingers up under your knuckles to stare at the gold stars. He doesn’t let go, instead pulling you along behind him towards his truck. 

“Unless you’ve got other plans, we can find something else to do. I’ve got all day.” 

“Okay.” You say it so quick, looking for any excuse to stay around him. It’s only taken you this long for a single date, you might as well make it last. “Wanna see a movie?” 

When he stops at his truck he doesn’t unlock it, just leans back against the door and pulls your hand in against his chest. 

“Anything good playing?” He asks quietly, laying his hand over yours to lay flat against him. You fit right between his feet, boots bracketing your loafers. 

“I don’t uh…” Your stuttering, caught watching his eyes flit between yours. “I’m not sure.” You finish lamely. 

“Well, I’ve got all means of streaming at my place. If you want.”

A year ago with anyone else this would have made you scoff and push back, spell being firmly broken by even the implication of some form of Netflix and chill. 

Eddie though? Eddie makes it sound like the sweetest thing in the world. And who are you, presuming he’s even gonna try and put a move on you?

(You’ll be absolutely devastated if he doesn’t.)

The warmth of him is enveloping you, the spice of his cologne and the last cigarette he had drawing you further in just before his hands do the same. Big palms cradle the sides of your neck, thumbs resting on your cheeks and he leans in. 

His lips are plush and warm and you tuck up close to him, arms squished between the two of you. His fingers inch up into your hair, holding your head, keeping your lips to his and honestly? Honestly. 

How dare he be so good at this and keep it from you for so long. You thought he liked you and he’s been depriving you of his lips parting and running his tongue over your own and-

“Ed.” You break the kiss, breathless and face hot but you’ve only got eyes for him. His pupils blown wide in the bright daylight, you can see a frown starting between his brows. “No, hey I’m not-this is great. Can we get in the truck?” It’s almost one long word of a sentence but he understands. You’re around to the passenger side before he’s even closing his door, your hand over the center console to grab his bicep and pull him over to you.

In the confines of the cab, kneeling on the seat so you can grab his hoodie and it’s your turn to pull him in. The little sound he lets out almost sounds like a whimper and it just makes you all the more confident. It’s your tongue running along the seam of his lips, the curve of a smile before he opens and lets you in. He taste like the mango mochi you two shared and your hands run up into his hair to keep him close. 

This is all you’ve been thinking about since he kissed you last week, waiting for another moment to lay your lips on him. It’s a few minutes of heavy kissing and his hands just under the edge of your sweater; you still haven’t let his hair go yet. Eddie is the first to pull away though, eyes squeezed shut when he rests his forehead against yours. 

“We can go back to mine, uh if you want? We don’t have to I know I said that earlier but we can go out and see a movie-“ You press two fingers against his lips to silence him. 

“I want to.”

The ride to his apartment is quiet. He drops his hand on its new home in the middle of your thigh, fingers digging in a little bit every time he turns a corner. 

That blackberry has been picked and washed and fully eaten in earnest. 

His apartment isn’t what you expected honestly. It’s two men living together, so the neatness throws you off. Everything has a home it seems, unlike your own place that’s like a cozy disaster zone. 

“I like your place.” You say over your shoulder standing in the open living room. He’d busied himself with putting your jackets away and dropping his stuff into a tray on the counter. Now he’s just standing in the kitchen watching you inspect the bookcase by the TV. 

“Do you like bourbon?” 

You glance at your phone to see 4:30pm. 

“A little early for dark liquor.”

Eddie shrugs and pulls out two rocks glasses and a round bottle, little jockey stopper on top. 

“We hit some kind of goal or something and Stacy and her husband bought everyone in the kitchen really nice bourbon.” He pulls the seal. “Thought I’d hang on to it for a special occasion.”

“Is this a special occasion then?”

“Yes.” His smile is warm. Looks at the little topper for a moment before sniffing the bottle. 

“That kind of smells like Christmas.”

He pours less than a finger in each glass and slides one over to you. He’s not wrong, and after he fishes out an ice cube for you, it goes down smooth. 

Hip cocked into the counter top and nursing your tiny glass of stupid expensive bourbon, you listen to Eddie go in on all the deserts he could use this in. You had no idea he could bake too and you feel a little cheated after all those bakery bought cookies he’s brought you. 

“Oh you know what else,” he ducks into his fridge and pulls out a mason jar of dark syrup, “this might be blasphemy but I don’t care. Let me see your glass.” You hold it out and he uses a spoon to drizzle some of it in the dregs of your drink. “Thats a blackberry and rosemary syrup I made and- what?” Your laugh cuts through his words and the way his face lights up makes laugh more. A clearer sign from the universe, you’ve never had. 

“I just really like blackberries.” 

He does put something on tv eventually but neither of you pay attention. It murmurs in the background while you two talk and when the sun starts to stretch across the wall of his living room you climb over the cushion separating you and try valiantly to invade his chest. He’s cozy and warm and he tastes like that syrup he made. He says something about whiskey tasting good on you too and any inkling you may have had about leaving his place tonight goes firmly out the window. 

The couch is comfortable and him nosing at your neck, dropping lazy kisses up and down the length of it makes you melt. His hands are heavy in your hair and where they slide down to meet his lips along your neck. You’d finally gotten a hand under his shirt, skin hot and soft. You can feel the muscles flex under your touch and you find out on accident he’s ticklish when you’re skating your new nails back and forth over his happy trail and the weirdest giggle escapes him.

“Sorry.” He smiles shyly. 

You want to hear that sound again but he has other plans. Untangles your legs and stands up, holds out his hand to you again. 

Just over the threshold of his room he looks at you, fully sincere. 

“Is this okay?”

Yes yes yes yes yes yes

You nod and gently kick the door closed behind yourself. 

With that barrier to the outside closed Eddie descends on you. Backs you right up against the door and kisses the breath right out of your lungs. You hang onto his shoulders while he pulls your sweater off. It hits the floor and his hands are right back on you sliding up your sides to cup your tits through your lace bra. You’d worn the set in the hopes that this exact thing would happen. 

“How’d you know blue’s my favorite color?” He whispers against your mouth before diving right down to the swell of your breast and nips lightly. You suck in a gasp and he does it again to the other one, runs his thumbs over your nipples. Your trying your hardest to get your fingers to cooperate and pull at the hem of his shirt. 

“Worry about me later.”

“Eddie, please.”

“Wanna see you first, gorgeous.”

When his hands fall to your jeans you let out a whine that makes him look up at you. 

“You okay?”

“Yes just. Please don’t stop.”

He hurries then, pushes your jeans down and turns you both to walk to bed. When the edge hits your legs you lift one to crawl backwards, a finger hooked in his belt loop in an attempt to pull him with you. He rips his shirt off instead and it’s truly it’s insane how he just keeps getting hotter. The dark lines of his tattoos against his pale skin makes you pant. 

“Oh what the fuck.” 

“I was just about to say the same thing.” He sounds breathless. Eyes roaming to take in the matching underwear that clings to your body. The tattoo on your sternum that he had no idea about and the other two just under your collar. There’s dark lines wrapping around your hip that he’s going to dig his teeth into soon. He reaches and lightly runs a finger over your sternum before trailing it down your stomach and stopping at the elastic of your underwear. 

“You wear this for me?”

You nod. 

“Oh good.” 

You don’t think you’ve heard him this quiet ever. He’s all whispers and heavy stares, that finger tip that’s inching into your underwear making your heart rocket into your throat. You wrap your hand around his and pull him so he has to kneel on the bed too, inch his finger down further. 

“Eddie?”

“Hm?” It rumbles in his chest. You snake both arms up to wrap around his neck and bring him in to ghost your lips over his. 

“Touch me. Please.”

Of course he has silk pillowcases, you think to yourself when the side of your face is pressed into them. The cool material is slick against your hot cheek, Eddie’s big hand laying between your shoulder blades. He isn’t pushing you down into the mattress but the suggestion is there. 

Stay. 

You’ve ended up in the middle of his bed bent in half with him kneeling behind you, gentle hand pulling your knees apart. You’re blushing for a thousand and one reasons, mainly because you’ve never played this little game before. At first you’d tried to hide your face and he’d tutted at you, gently prying your forearm away. Now you’re just trying not to grip the pillow too hard, only partially conscious of your new nails. 

“Eddie.” Your muffled whine gets his attention and he leans forward, puts a little pressure on your back. Your eyes roll.  

“You okay?” His voice is dark next you, quiet and gravely and you clench around nothing, he hasn’t even touched your pussy yet. A garbled ‘uh huh’ gets past your lips and you can hear him grin, the bastard. 

He slides your underwear over your ass and down, tossing them into some corner of the room, swings his knee over your calf and knocks your leg out to side some more. Your hips drop and he sighs, his right hand coming to slide up the back of your thigh, gripping at the soft skin and over the swell of your ass. 

“I’ve been waiting months for this.” A low laugh, how can he laugh at a time like this. You try to sit up a bit, to give him an incredulous look but he holds you down. You don’t mean to let out the moan you’ve been holding in, but he knocks it out of you. Laughs. Again. 

“You didn’t have to wait months.” Muffled again by the pillow. 

“We were having fun. You’re a good chase.” He gives your ass a light tap and then grabs the flesh hard. You arch your back into his touch and he immediately lets go to graze his fingertips over your slit, dipping in between your folds. 

“Jesus your so wet,” he huffs through his nose, “this for me too?”

Of course it is. You’ve been wet for him since he picked you up in his stupid truck, looking too good in his stupid jeans and big hoodie. Since he grabbed your thigh and asked about your god damn toes.Since the couch and his weird giggle. 

You’d like to be a smart ass and list off all the ways he’s driven you crazy just that day, but instead you just whimper. 

“Hmm?” He dips a finger down to circle your clit agonizingly slow. It sends a burning jolt through you and you cant your hips back to chase his touch. 

“Yes, oh my god!” It comes from deep in your chest, voice low and full of want. Every time he’s come in to visit you, hanging over the partition to joke and flirt at you. His little touches at the bar, a hand always lingering on your lower back or fingertips dragging over a knee. That drunk kiss in the parking lot of the bar a week ago. 

All you’ve done is want for months now. You’re about to bully your way into sitting up when he leans down and places a wet kiss on your shoulder. Drags the hand there down to your lower back, still splayed wide and warm. It makes you pause and he uses that minor distraction to easily slide two fingers deep in your cunt. 

It punches the air out of any argument you were trying to start, hands searching for something to grip. One finds his thigh and he still has his god damn jeans on? 

The slow drag of his fingertips inside you makes your mouth hang open. They’re big and you’ve been worked up since you woke up this morning so it just feels too good. 

Actually that’s a lie, you’ve been worked up since that first day he walked into the cafe with Jeff, all jokes and pretty eyes and no idea if he even liked coffee. Some dumb espresso joke later and you’d been stupid for him. 

Kind of like now, with one of his hands holding your back in an arch while his other moves at a torturous pace in and out, the wet sound of you sinful in the space of his room. 

“Do you know many times I thought about inviting you back here after the bar?” You roll your head back and forth, hiding your face under your hair. 

“Every time I gave you a ride I thought about it.” He enunciates his line with a particularly deep prod of his fingers, bringing his thumb to circle your clit again. “Coulda just bent you over my lap and shoved my fingers in, huh?” You clench down, files that little thought away for later. He gets his free arm up under your chest so he can hold you to him. Lays his weight against your back when he picks up the pace of his fingers and the strangled cry coming from you makes him even harder in his jeans. He peppers kisses along your shoulders, noses your hair out of the way so he can nip at the back of your neck. When he licks a stripe up to your ear he feels your strings cut, the chanting of his name sounding like music. 

“I gotcha baby. You gonna come for me?”

You’re nodding, whining his name, breath hitching in your chest. Between his thumb tracing hard and his fingers dragging against that sweet spot inside your eyes water and you grab at the back of his head, nails digging into his curls. The feeling building low is white hot where it creeps down and makes your legs shake. Pinned down under him you try to chase his hand with your hips, looking for that edge of relief and it’s just out of reach until it’s not. 

His chin is hooked over your shoulder so he can mouth at the side of your face while you go rigid under him. He’s still moving his fingers while you spasm around him and jesus christ he can’t wait to fuck you, plain and simple. 

“Breath baby, come on.” He whispers into your ear when he realizes you’ve been holding your breath. You let out a low groan that turns stuttering when he doesn’t relent with his thumb on your clit. 

“Eddie I can’t- too much!”

He ‘aww’s’ at you playfully but slows down his hand, only pulling out when you’ve regained some kind of normal breathing. Cuddled up behind you, face still close to yours where your breath fans over his cheek he leaves a wet kiss on yours and the toothy smile he sees in the waning light makes him feel warm. 

“Knew you’d be worth the wait.”

You slap his arm as he rolls off the bed to stand. The clink of his belt buckle makes you turn your head against the pillow to stare at him. His eyes don’t leave yours while he undoes the button and fly to push them down off his hips. He leaves his boxers on and before he can climb back on the bed you sit up in front of him, hug his thighs with your knees. From here you can look up at him and map the tattoos across his chest and over his shoulders down to his fingers. It’s past sunset now and the purple fading light does nothing but make his pale skin glow under all that dark ink. You pull his own move on him from earlier, tracing the tip of your nail up the back of his thigh. He shivers, leg jumping and when you firmly run both of your palms under the edge of his boxers he smiles down at you. 

“Tryin’ t’get fresh?”

“Maybe.” Sucking in your bottom lip to bite at it, you bring one hand around and run it down the flat plane of his stomach to the band of his underwear. 

“Can I?” A whisper and his eyes go half lidded, pupils dark and wide under his lashes. An almost too quiet ‘yeah’ and you tug the fabric down to free him. 

You must be making a face because he chuckles and runs a finger down your jaw. When you look back up at his face you grip the base of his dick and he hisses low, run your hand up the length of him to watch his head loll back. He’s big, thick and flushed red, the fat head of his cock hot against your palm. Damn near salivating you run the flat of your tongue up the underside of him, to the tip before fully wrapping your lips around him and hollowing your cheeks. Eddie is making a lot of noises you’ve never heard before, one’s that you want him to keep making but only after a few bobs of your head and hand he’s gently pulling your head back where’s he’s laced his fingers in your hair. 

“If you don’t want this to be over in five seconds, I’d suggest we stop that.”

“You get too excited?” Frowning at him you make a move to grab him again he crowds you instead, makes you crawl back towards the middle of the bed. He shuffles across to settle between your propped up knees and tosses a wrapper on your stomach. 

“How romantic Munson.”

“You wanna touch my cock so bad, you put it on.” His forwardness shuts you up. You tear the wrapper open in a rush, grab him again and give his dick a few tugs before rolling the condom down. His thumbs rub little soothing circles on your knees until you pull your hand away and he’s hauling your legs up to wrap around his waist. Pulls you to him with hands in the crook of your knees and he’s cradled in your hips, rocking his own forward to rub the tip of his cock along your folds. Catches it on your sensitive clit and you yelp. His frown is mocking yours from a moment ago, tilts his hips and does it again.

“Aw, honey is that too much?”

“Eddie I swear to god I’ll-“

“You’ll what?” He pulls back enough to line up, gives you one last chance to say something before he eases in. Slow drag until he’s fully seated against you and you both moan in unison. “That’s what I thought.” Your warm around him everywhere; thighs hugging his hips, hands running up his chest. 

“Jesus Christ you feel amazing.” 

The fluttering of your walls around his cock is doing nothing for his stamina, coming to terms with himself that this might not last long. 

That’s fine, you weren’t leaving tonight. 

The look on your face, eyes rolled back and mouth hanging open, makes him roll his hips to watch you squirm. He starts a slow rhythm, grabbing the cups of your bra and pulling down to let your tits free. When he pinches one between his knuckles you keen and arch your back. He does it again to hear that high sound and he picks up his pace, drilling deeper and making you chant his name again. 

“I can’t believe I waited this long for you baby, you feel so fucking good for me.” He pulls your legs from around him to push them up towards your chest, canting your hips with them to get at you deeper.  

“Eddie Eddie Eddie.” It’s high pitched and whiney and music to his ears. He can feel you pulsing around him like you were earlier. Props one of your legs on his shoulder to get his hand between the two of you to rub fast circles over your swollen clit.  

“You gonna come again?”

“Yes fuck, please don’t stop Eddie!” 

His hips snap against your ass and with every push your letting out a stuttering moan. Watching your lips form around his name, panting and pawing at your own chest, your hand around the back of his neck and long nails scratching against the sensitive skin brings everything to a pinpoint. His hips begin to stutter when you clench around him, your no slick coating your thighs and his fingers and his cock and it’s all it takes for him to bury himself deep. 

“Fuck fuck fuck.” He’s muttering, slowing his movement and rocking the two of you through the aftershocks, running a soothing hand up your leg still on his shoulder. 

“Come here.” Hands splayed to beckon him, cheeks pink and flushed, hair stuck to your sweaty forehead he thinks he might be falling in love after all these months. He’ll keep that to himself for now. Instead he pulls out and discards the condom over the side of the bed. Drops his weight on you, a huff from you and a smile pushed against your chest from him. The light touches from the tips of your nails make goosebumps pop up along his back where you gently rake your nails. 

It’s a while before either of you move and it’s only to get under the covers when the cooling sweat makes you cold. Eddie holds the corner up to help you get situated but holds out a hand when you try to tuck your feet in. 

“Hold on, hold on.” He snatches one of your feet to bring up closer to his face, making you bend weird and squeal. It tickles but he won’t let go, looking at your toes the way he did your nails earlier. 

“Eddie, seriously!”

“I knew they were pretty.” He places a light kiss on the outside arch of your foot and you wrinkle your nose. It tickles and it’s cute and his hand is warm on your cold foot. He only lets go to run a hand up the back of your calf to pull you under the covers where he drapes himself over you, hair curtaining and smothering you in him. 

In the middle of the night, after Jeff comes home and deftly ignores the scene left in the living room and you’ve gotten up to use the bathroom and rinse your mouth out you cuddle back up to Eddie’s side and wait for him to turn his head and look at you. 

“Hey, you wanna call in sick Sunday?”

“Oh?”

“Yeah, you can be my plus one for the wedding.”

“Cutting it a little close, no?”

“It’s my aunt, she won’t care.”

“I don’t have a suit.”

“Then we can get you one tomorrow.”

“It’s a date.”

#newlipsmilestoneoflove #Eddie Munson x reader #Eddie Munson fluff #Eddie Munson smut #Eddie Munson fic #My work #My Fic

[sleepingdayaway]

Ohh could you do Poly! Chain minus Wind because he’s a minor!

Like the reader Is non binary and likes to dye their hair and have a bunch of tattoos and piercings! How would the chain react to that?

If you can’t do that then:

Reader who is obsessed with the chains ears? Like they have a love for elves in fantasy so they are obsessed with the chains ears?

I can absolutely do the first one! Just a heads up part of this will be a short story that will lead into headcanons format! Hope you don't mind. Thank you for requesting :)

Warnings: Mentions of needles and piercings if not a big fan.

The group of traveling hero's were heading towards a certain village that was thankfully wasn't too far. It was also relieving since youngest of the group was getting a bit antsy; they've been walking non-stop for hours. More than what they usually do.

Their outer-worldly friend was also reaching their limit, but from what the group has been told. They aren't used to walking such long distances; they're only able to keep going this far because of the view.

Twilight lightly snorts at the thought. There isn't a pretty view in Hyrule Field, especially his Hyrule in his opinion, Wild's version of Hyrule is much more beautiful. Although [Name] has adamantly denied his wording, speaking on how they never thought they would even see any version Hyrule.

A small bashful smile appears on his lips as he recalls the conversation. Honestly how did they all end up with someone who isn't afraid to speak openly to them?

Twilight shakes his head lightly before facing forward, gently leading Epona to a familiar route. Kakariko Village. Yet one thing still remains in his mind, the type of clothing [Name] is wearing.

Said person is happily following others to the village. A decent pace for themselves so they won't collapse when they finally stop, but being completely honest they feel like they might at any moment. Why didn't they accept Legend's insistence on changing clothing at their last stop?

A black baggy hoodie with a comfortable shirt underneath and casual jeans. It was an outfit that they wore back home before ending up here which in all fairness was something that was normal! It was getting fresher since winter is coming up, so it wasn't their fault that they were wearing a warm outfit.

Finally, did the familiar gates of Kakariko village appear. It was sort of like someone did magic on the group as visibly their shoulders stopped tensing. Their voices gained a bit more volume as they all walked the path.

Wind rushed forward and headed straight for the spring that is off to the side. A smile formed on Time's lips as he watched over the younger one; he was going to follow until [Name] also ran past everyone to follow after him.

Time held a bit of fondness for them. Although he refuses to say anything outwardly, merely enjoying the rest of the boys look of shock whenever he does a 'charming' act towards [Name].

A small exhale left from Time before turning away from the duo, he trust that the both of you will be able to take care of each other. Instead he called for the his descendant and asked if there were any place that could provide for the group.

The two went further into the village with Twilight leading. The rest of the group went off into separate directions, a bit curious to how the village was different.

Sky and Wild walked off to the bomb shop that's still up and running. They both heard Twilight speak of a certain bomb that can go off underwater.

Four and Legened went to the 1st ever shop of Malo Mart. They wanted to see what was for sale, and if the shop was actually run by a child.

Meanwhile Hyrule simply decided to follow [Name] and Wind to the spring. He did wanted to clean up his face a bit after all that traveling. Hyrule's eyes squinted in fondness as he spots the two near the edge of the spring. They were laughing at each other as well as splashing water on their clothes until it got a bit more intense which derailed into the both of them tackling each other into the water.

Hyrule hurried over and helped Wind up with [Name] also pushing the boy up. The duo giggling at their actions without a care. "Honestly, did you two really had to go that far?" spoke Hyrule as he grabbed Wind's bag from his hands. The young sailor had handed it to him as he tried wringing the water from his clothes.

"Of course! The little devil insulted me," [Name] said with a bit of snark, "you think I was going to let that slide?" They removed their hoodie and tied it around their waist, thank goodness it was only that got drenched.

"Holy shit! Those are so cool! Are those permanent?!"

Hyrule:

Shocked to the fucking core when he saw your tattoos for the first time.

He thought they were so interesting and hesitantly asked if he could look at your arm.

When you say yes??

Yall he is looking at them like they were drawn by hylia herself.

He enjoys tracing them with his fingers

When you explain how they were made he was lowkey concerned 

Wdym it’s a bunch of needles piercing your skin with ink??

WHAT DO YOU MEAN IT TOOK A FEW DAYS FOR THEM TO BE DONE???

He almost fainted when you showed him your tongue piercing

There was no way he would willingly poke a hole into his own tongue

Sees you in a different light now

But like also curious if he could get a piercing as well-

YOUR HAIR MAKES HIM STARE A LOT

Currently it's dyed a lilac color and seriously believes that it suits you very much

dyes a small part of his hair the same as yours

Time:

Impressed-

Knows damn well those things hurt

Really loves the way everything was shaded in

Also loves the way you had your entire arm covered

Respects the amount of hours you put aside to make sure it came out well

Thoroughly enjoys your piercing in reality

First one to notice the one in your tongue 

Totally didn’t fall in love even further when you told him the process

teehee 100% loves you with snake bites

Also impressed with your pain tolerance

You changed your hair to a soft pink

Honestly entranced with your hair

Reminds him of the fairies from one of the Great Fairies from Termina

Legend:

Whatwhatwhatwhatwhatwhatwhat

When did you get those???

Do they still hurt??

Why did you get those??

Who made them for you??

Also does not like your piercing

DON'T BLAME THE GUY FOR SOME REASON HE JUST DOESN'T

Ofc he won’t make you take them off

Aint no way he letting your money go to waste

Only thing he does like are your tattoos and the regular ear piercings you have

Lowkey cries when you pierce his and Ravio’s ears

Cries again when he realizes that all three of you have matching jewelry

Now its a nice teal color that Legend really loves too

He helps with you taking care of it and keep its color

Ravio helps you redye so that your hair stays

Twilight:

BARKING LIKE THE DOG HE IS

FUCKING LOVES EVERYTHING

THE TATTOOS AND THE PIERCING

PACKAGE DEAL BABY

Definitely whines when you refuse to do matching tattoos with him

Only because he chooses the ugly designs 

Also because you don’t trust the way people do tattoos in hyrule

Enjoys switching out the jewelry for the ones that can be switched out

Buys you the good quality gems honestly-

Twilight always questions how you were able to get your hair silver

Seriously how many tries did you have to do to get that color??

Four:

Move out of the way yall it's his turn

Asks about your favorite piece that’s on your arm

Makes notes about your likes and dislikes and hears about the one that really hurt

He makes little items that are similar in design that you have

Each of the colors have their own personal preference 

But yknow combined they love you either way

Violet loves your snake bites <33

Red sometimes pokes at the industrial piercing that you have

Blue finds different designs for your helix piercing 

Cherry Red

Your hair is cherry red

You can imagine who's really happy that you changed your hair to that color huh?

Sky:

Colors in your tattoos-

Yall laying together and your arm is exposed?

He’s pulling out paint to go in a fill in the blanks

Goes into extreme detail when painting on your arm

Feels like you deserve only the best

Does get a bit sad when you have to wash it away

Although he doesn’t mind since he gets to redo it 

Really wants to match tongue piercings with you tbh

Thinks they’re pretty and bc why not?

He loves the color you chose this time

The baby blue really reminds him of the sky that he was used to seeing back home

Wild:

Probably the only one that actually goes through with it

You have to stop him from going diy everything

Mans lives in the woods half of the time

You know damn well he will forget to clean and sanitize the wounds

To make up for it you probably make him temporary tattoos 

LIGHT GREEEEN

Always teases that each strand of your hair is worth 1 rupee

It's actually a really pretty color and when it does fades it goes nicely

Probably the only time you'll let him match with you

You dye a small chuck on his fair to make him happy

Warriors:

Down so bad tbh

First time he spots the tongue piercing when you teased him by sticking your tongue out?

Literally folded so fast

Goes hands first on your face and softly touches the snake bites near your lips

Doesn't pay attention to anything else

Only focuses on making sure he doesn't hurt you when he does messes with the jewels

You have split hair with him

Half side is black and the other is white

Definitely messes up your hair on purpose whenever he sees you perfectly separate them

but eventually does help you part it bc he'll do anything to make you happy

#linked universe imagine #lu x reader #link x reader #linked universe x reader #lu time x reader #lu legend x reader #lu wild x reader #lu four x reader #lu warriors x reader

[because-its-eurovision]

i love how after everything that has happened, he STILL somehow thinks people won't turn up to his gigs. what a guy

Here's the thing: he hasn't actually seen everything that's happened. He hasn't had time to take that all in.

Before UMK, some dozens or tens of people came to his shows and he has made fun of it, saying that his gigs never have a back row because there are so few people attending. He even organized a joke contest in his IG stories, and the winning one was along the lines "I don't like crowds, that's why I only go to Käärijä's gigs". Then after UMK his gigs were suddenly sold out, but most of them were still on small venues and nightclubs that could fit maybe a few hundred people. He got big hype before UMK and even bigger after winning that of course, but he really didn't have time to react to anything as he was doing as many shows as possible and doing hundreds of interviews and podcasts and challenge videos and what have you, and practicing singing and dancing and performing before leaving to Liverpool.

Then he was in Liverpool for two weeks without almost any time off, again every day filled with interviews and promotion videos and parties and rehearsals, and the hours he had off he didn't spend on social media but with Joker Out and other contestants, just to relieve the stress and pressure. So he wasn't in Finland, and he wasn't on social media that much, so he didn't see the actual craze that took over this country. Kids dressing in green and practicing Cha Cha Cha on music classes, stores running out of piña colada and Malibu and pineapple juice and everything green including grapes, all landmarks and statues in every city either dressed up in green boleros or lighted up with green lights, people dying their hair green and getting bowlcuts, people getting Käärijä tattoos, people sewing so many green boleros and other outfits that the biggest fabric store chain ran out of all green fabrics, people with green make-up and nails, the fan art everyone was making, even the government offices and political parties changing their logos Käärijä green on Instagram and Facebook, the support messages and posts, literally every store from clothing chains to grocery stores and art supply stores putting their neon green and pink stuff on display in the window - hell, even my local pet store had their neon green fluffy cat toys on the prime spot!

He said in an interview that he heard rumours of all that happened, but of course he hasn't seen it. He said that he has around 100.000 notifications unread and he won't have time until maybe autumn to start checking out what has actually happened this year.

When you think about it from his point of view, six months ago he was a broke-ass musician with a day job, living in a tiny apartment. Some dozens of people used to come to his shows, and then suddenly after Cha Cha Cha he was selling out venues, small ones, but still. Then he left for Eurovision with the single goal of winning, and he didn't achieve that, so he thought himself as a loser, that he had disappointed everyone who supported him. From his point of view he is still the same broke-ass musician living in a tiny flat, but now he's unemployed and Eurovision loser so even more of a failure. So why are there thousands of people suddenly coming to the shows and wanting to see him? Of course it would be baffling to him. He wasn't there when he became a national hero, and he doesn't yet understand that he is no longer a failed musician, he is an international phenomenon.

#I really hope his head can take all this #but he said that he is already planning to start therapy to deal with everything which is a great decision #I know UMK has their own therapist but this is so ridiculously huge #I said a couple of years ago that there hasn't been a craze like Blind Channel since Dingo fever in the 80's #but this is bigger than that #everyone knows who Käärijä is even if they are not on social media or didn't watch esc #this reminds me of how people acted when Lordi won #but we didn't have social media with billions of likes and shares and edits and dms and what have you #asks #käärijä

[acradelius]

Could a request an NSFW fic of the junker boys reacting to the reader getting a tramp stamp of their names tattooed on them?

"Oo, A Tramp Stamp You Say?~"

Fandom: Overwatch / Overwatch 2

Pairings: Mako Rutledge (Roadhog) x Reader, Jamison Fawkes (Junkrat) x Reader

Rating: Lemon [🟡] (NSFW!)

Warnings/Mention Ofs: Tramp Stamps, Slight Possessiveness, Implied! Ownership Kink, Spanking, Doggy Style Position, Nickname Usage, Slight Aggressiveness, Cum On Body

Word Count: 1,131 Words

Author's Note: I have never wanted a tramp stamp till now

[ MAKO / ROADHOG ]

There are some things that need to be taken into consideration whenever thinking about getting something as permanent as a tattoo, especially when the theme revolves around Mako. First, how long has the relationship with Mako been going on for? If the relationship isn’t much of a serious one or hasn’t been going on for quite some time now, then he most likely would be against (Y/N) getting a tattoo that revolves around him on themself. Next, he would like to discuss the detailing of the tattoo that (Y/N) is wanting to get. He’ll admit that he’s not wanting to control what (Y/N) can or cannot get, it’s their body anyways, he just doesn’t want to cause harm to (Y/N) if someone was to recognize aspects of the tattoo that are related to him. If the detailing focuses more on his “Roadhog” persona, then he’s not as worried about it as the people know more of “Roadhog” and that he’s not an individual to be fucked around with. Yet, if the detailing focuses more on his own person, “Mako”, he’d be a bit more concerned as there’s still some individuals from his past that still have a grudge.

Whenever Mako finally comes home from his extended work mission, about two to three weeks after (Y/N) having gotten the tattoo, he’s quite curious as to what the tattoo might consist of seeing that (Y/N) would deny sending him pictures of it, stating that they would prefer to see his reaction. He’s able to catch a glimpse of color, raising an eyebrow at the placement of the tattoo, before walking towards (Y/N) who was bent over to draw themself a bath and rested his hands upon their hips. It’s then that he’s finally given permission to view the tattoo, chuckling as he gently tugs down their pants and lets them fall to the floor. Initially his first reaction is silence, thumb brushing across the tattoo as Mako takes the sight of it in. Observing the tattoo, the centerpiece of it is quite identical to the tattoo that he has upon his stomach, but instead of “Wild Hog Power” the wording had been replaced with “Mako’s Little Piggy”. On each side happens to be his scrap gun, along with his hook and chain being shot from the guns to complete the tattoo.

It’s not long after that he’s dragged (Y/N) into the bed, their ass up in the air all while their face is buried into the mattress to muffle the moans leaving their lips. Mako’s thrusts are painstakingly slow as he continues to look down at the tramp-stamp, thumb brushing across it as his intrusive thoughts begin to kick in. “You like everyone knowing who you belong to, Little Piggy?~ Letting everyone know that you’re Daddy Pig’s little whore?~ Walking around with his mark~” His thrusting pace increases, one hand gripping tightly onto (Y/N)’s hip all while the other one trails across the tattoo down to their asshole and then back again. He starts with spanking, chuckling and groaning at watching (Y/N) squirm and jolt at the impact, all while continuing to back themself against Mako’s cock. “Hmm~ How about we leave some more markings for everyone to see who you belong to?~ Let’s see how long it’ll take for all those Junkers to realize you belong to me forever now~”

[ JAMISON / JUNKRAT ]

While Jamison is an individual that’s somewhat familiar with getting and having tattoos, seeing that he’s got a various amount of them himself, he doesn’t really understand what a tramp stamp is till (Y/N) is able to explain it to him. When he finally processes the idea of a tramp stamp, and with you bending over to show him where exactly it would be placed at, he becomes all excited and bouncy. He spends the next couple of minutes with (Y/N) in front of a body length mirror, having them pose as he tries to imagine them with a tramp stamp. Yet, when it’s mentioned that (Y/N) wants to have the tramp stamp detailed around Jamison, this man almost cums in his shorts right then and there. Despite that Jamison isn’t the brightest person around he knows that getting something about another person, especially your significant other, is a major sign for a relationship. He doesn’t have a ring to propose to (Y/N) right then and there so he proposes the idea of the both of them going and getting tramp stamps together. 

Brainstorming and trying to visualize ideas ends up taking a vast majority of their downtime or free time whenever not being on work missions or having to deal with Junkers trying to steal their stuff. There’s a good amount of the time that Jamison will just go ahead and blurt out whatever idea decides to pop within his mind, seeing that if he doesn’t get it out into the open right then and there that he will most likely forget what he was thinking about. “Hey, Firecracker! How about I add that toothpaste that you use? Or! Or, how about that delicious sandwich you made for me for lunch some time ago!” It takes some time for (Y/N) to get him to realize that not everything about your partner needs to be on a tattoo, just some of the most important aspects.

He’s unable to focus his attention onto anything else whenever he catches sight of (Y/N)’s tramp stamp, a devious smirk forming on his face of how they have a mark of him now, a sign to show all those other Junkers that (Y/N) is his - no, belongs to him. Only ever will Jamison will be the one to view it within the positions that they’re both in: (Y/N) having their ass up in the air, swaying it from side to side, all while making sure to take Jamison’s cock like a good Firecracker they are~ His fingers trace the shapes around the rip tire that served as the centerpiece for the tramp stamp, then at the “Jamison Fawkes” that was circling around the rip tire itself. Just having seen his name now permanently on (Y/N) skin was enough to send shivers throughout his body, causing him to quicken the pace of his thrusts. His fingers would then trace the dotted lines showing the trajectory of his bombs, giggling softly as they had mini cartoony explosions behind them. It’s all enough to cause him to cum, but instead of cumming inside like he normally does, he proceeds to pull his cock out of (Y/N) and cum all over their tramp stamp, giggling like a mad man. “Mm, Firecracker~ It’s a good reminder of who you belong to~”

#jamison fawkes #overwatch junkrat #junkrat x reader #junkrat smut #mako rutledge #overwatch roadhog #roadhog x reader #roadhog smut #lemon rating #x reader #requests?! thank you<3

[literatecowboy]

*opens ur window and sits on your bed* greetings, fellow König enjoyer. Have you ever considered! War God König who has a relationship with the goddess of victory! Reader? Have a lovely day!! *creepy back into my void*

Hi, and thank you so much for being my first-ever ask!! You have handed the steering wheel to a 90 year old lady who should have had her license revoked and we are going on the highway >:)

I pondered this for a little while last night and I really like it! I’m not sure if you wanted NSFW or had a specific mythology in mind so I’m just going to write down the flow of ideas that kinda went through my head. This will be mostly NSFW and the imagery is inspired by ancient American cultures :) I hope you like it, this is my first one and my first time writing real smut!!!

I'm new to tumblr and I don't know if I have to tag you in this for you to see it so I'll do it here just in case :) @polnareffsbouncybaraboobies

Smut under the cut!

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Your bare feet made no noise against the carefully chiseled stone stairs of the temple as you climbed them. Lights from flickering braziers illuminated hairless watchdogs chained outside of the temple’s upper room, but they did not react as you passed them by. They could not see you.

Nothing mortal could see you - unless you revealed yourself. It would remain that way for now. You were deep in the heart of the territory of your people’s enemies - a people you had little love for. They worshipped you too, of course, but less…fervently. Their offerings were fewer, more pathetic. It was almost as if they thought they didn’t need your favor.

You brushed past the curtain over the doorway to the inner sanctum. It was smoky inside and smelled of coppery blood and sweet incense. Upon a dais in the center of the room stood a larger-than-life golden statue of a proud warrior holding the head of an enemy to the sky. Offerings of incense, money, food, pelts, and other luxuries surrounded it, but the god they had been offered to almost seemed unsatisfied.

König reclined at the base of his statue, his bare, rippling muscles shining in the firelight. The pelt of a jaguar was secured around his waist with intricate golden clasps and his arms and legs were wrapped in snake-shaped golden bangles. His broad, muscular chest was bare, decorated only with intricate tattoos and warpaint fashioned from the blood of the men he’d slain.

You’d never seen his face before and you could not see it now. He always wore the same helmet - its beak curved down over his face and ended in a sharp point that caressed his chest. A proud headdress of colorful feathers spilled out of the top and trailed down his back. König was terrifyingly large in size and personality - and yet you knew you could sway him to your side.

When he saw you he smiled and sat up straighter, pushing aside his war-club and decorated shield to make room for you on the chaise he lounged on.

“My love, you have been away from me for too long.” he practically purred, standing to his full height. You slunk forward and he embraced you as you traced your fingers across the muscles in his chest.

“You think I have not missed you?” you murmured, meeting his eyes with a teasing smile. He grasped your hips and lifted you into the air, pushing you back against the temple wall as his lips found your neck.

“You are as beautiful as the day we were wed, even all of these millennia later,” he growled, his voice low as he bit gently at your collarbone. You could feel his hardness pressed between your legs and you were glad you’d worn little other than your jewelry to see him.

“I have a proposition for you,” you whispered, wrapping your legs around his waist as he cupped your breast gently.

“Oh? Have you come to seduce me for a favor? I am your husband…you need not resort to such measures…” König trailed, biting your breast and trailing kisses back up to your lips. You groaned softly, and he smiled into the kiss, tracing two fingers over your entrance and ghosting over your clit.

“Already wet for me, hmm? Has it been too long since I have given myself to you?” he growled, kissing you again, more fervently this time as he slipped one finger into you, slowly pumping it in and out.

You gasped and arched your back against the wall, raking your nails down König’s chest. He hissed in pleasure as small beads of blood dripped down his chest and you could feel precum drip onto your thigh.

“Koni…” you murmured, pushing your hips down against his hand as he slid another large finger into you.

“Yes, love? What is it you want?” he smiled against your neck as he kissed and bit at the exposed skin.

“Fight for my people. Guide them to victory - ah! They will give you gifts…fuck…more than you have here. You will be their - oh, fuck, Koni - patron. They will build a bigger temple than the one you have here.” you gasped out. König was quiet, considering it for a moment.

He surged away from the wall with you in his grip, pulling his fingers out of you and dropping you on your back onto the chaise he had been reclining on when you’d come in. He tore the leopard pelt loincloth free from his waist and his cock sprang free.

“Koni, please,” you begged, half for him to be inside you and half for him to protect your people. He crawled onto you and with a single, powerful thrust, pushed his cock into you. You moaned together, your back arching as you grasped at the pelts you were laid on as he began thrusting slowly, pulling all the way out before slamming back in.

“I will do anything for you, my love,” he growled as he bit down hard on your neck, doing his best to leave a mark all of the other gods would see. He began thrusting faster and you raked your nails down his back, crying out in pleasure.

“These people…mean nothing to me.” he barked, pulling your hips closer to his as you bucked forward desperately, trying to take him deeper inside of you.

“They treat me as a secondary god. I do not even have the biggest temple in the city,” he growled bitterly, reaching down to circle your clit as he frantically pounded into you. You could feel your orgasm building and your eyes rolled back as you gasped.

“I will return with you,” he said, looking up to stare you deep in the eyes as you dragged your hands down his chest, smearing the intricate warpaint and leaving delicate handprints behind. “And I will rule with you, and I will fuck you like this in my temple every night.”

You came with a shriek, your back arching and pushing your trembling chest into König. He wrapped his lips around one of your nipples and sucked as his thrusts became sloppier and harder. His hips stuttered as he came deep in you, filling you until your belly swelled slightly with his seed.

You both panted together and he collapsed on top of you, laying his head on your chest as you caught your breath.

“We will not be apart again,” he murmured, gently rubbing your sides as you drifted off to sleep.

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[that-gay-guy-from-hell]

Tapestry of Leather: Vergil x G/N Reader

SUMMARY: Vergil finds some old clothing.

BEGINNING NOTES: Vergil x G/N Reader Pre-established Vergil and you live together Fluff Lime? Not quite smut but still has some spicy stuff (god I feel old for using the term “lime” lmfao)

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     The rain pattered softly against the abnormally quiet house. Only one of the two residents was currently home and he hated it.

     It doesn't come as a surprise that Vergil disliked having days off--especially if you weren't with him; however, it happens sometimes and today was just one of those days. His brother and son were out on a job, the ladies were... somewhere, and you had gone out to do some shopping. The blue devil offered to accompany you but you said you'd be fine. He had been too stubborn to admit he wanted to spend more time with you. 

     That he missed you.

     A soft sigh left his nose as he shut his book with a small thump, unable to focus. He leaned back in his chair with an elongated groan and placed a hand over his face. That’s when out of the corner of his eye he spotted his tattoos. Admittedly, he wore his sleeveless turtleneck because you enjoyed playing with the off-black markings; but now that you weren't home, Vergil felt nothing but an unending loathing for his marred-up skin.

     "Why do I even still wear things like this," he clicked his tongue in irritation as he stood up. 

     The eldest twin slid off his shirt and tossed it on the bed. He opened the dresser drawer and rummaged around for something to wear when a certain old leather duster caught his eye. 

     With a small 'hmph', he pulled out the neatly folded clothing. He had forgotten that he had kept the stolen apparel. Out of curiosity, the blue devil rummaged further into the back of the drawer and found the rest of the outfit; sandals and all. 

     He held out the corset and raised a brow, “Such brazen and unsightly apparel,” he pursed his lips before looking around; despite being fully aware he was alone. 

     Vergil quietly huffed as he carefully laced the black corset around his middle, leaving it loose enough to move comfortably but still stay wrapped around his middle. He slowly turned and viewed each side of the black leather in the mirror.

      He let out a small huff in thought, “What was I thinking when V decided this was an appropriate outfit?” 

     His curiosity about how he’d look in this old leather got the better of him. As Vergil removed his yoga pants his brow furrowed. The eldest twin could practically hear how a younger Vergil would’ve reacted. How he would've insulted himself for dressing in such a way, for dressing like a cheap whore.

     Slowly, he slid on the skinny black jeans, buckled the belt, and hooked the skull chain to his right side. His jaw clenched as he became increasingly aware of how pathetic he looked right now; how unrefined he has become. 

     Behind all these bitter displeasing thoughts, however, there was another voice. The lowly sultry voice of the man who had last worn this colorless punk outfit; the small part of himself encouraged him to finish the outfit. Vergil slid on the sandals and picked up the duster jacket, holding it in his hands. 

      A voice from the doorway behind him caught his attention, “If I had known this is what I was coming home to... I would’ve been home a Hell of a lot faster,” Vergil whipped around to see you standing there with a warm smile, eyeing him up and down. 

      “I-” his face quickly became red with embarrassment and was unable to find a response. 

      You approached him and gently ran a hand down his chest, “You look divine, Vergil,” you gently grabbed the front of the corset lacing, “Are you gonna put the jacket on, too?”

      His eyes met with yours, “Do you want me to?”

      “I mean,” you smiled, “Only if you want to.”

     He stared for a moment before coyly sliding it on. A soft hum came from you as you reached out to fix the collar of the jacket, then slowly ran your fingers down the old leather. 

     “Do… Do you like this..?” Vergil’s eyes followed your fingers that had moved to the lacing of the corset, tugging it slightly.

     “Want me to be honest?” 

     He nodded, feeling an odd nervousness pooling in his gut.

     Your voice was low and seductive, “I came home expecting to have a sweet dinner date with you,” you gently leaned up to his ear, “but now?” You bit his earlobe, pulling it slightly, and let go to place a kiss behind his jaw, “I want you to fuck me senseless, to turn me into poetry.”

     Vergil’s face shot bright red and his eyes widened. Before V re-conjoined with Urizen, the lithe man had been quite the flirt with you and that line was something he used frequently; a promise of sheer decadent intimacy.

    The feeling of teeth grazing his neck brought Vergil back to reality. A small grunt came from him as he felt your teeth grip him harder and he harshly dug his fingers into your hips, pulling you tight to him. Between the two of you, something was growing and, quite frankly, V’s skinny jeans weren't exactly hiding it. As your teeth left the blue devil’s neck, he moved you to the bed, tossing you down lightly. 

     He moved to straddle you, watching as your chest rose and sank with each uneven breath. He felt your fingers ghost over his strained cock.

     He leaned down and placed his forehead against yours, “ ‘Love and harmony combine,/And round our souls entwine’,” Vergil's lips brushed against yours, “ ‘While thy branches mix with mine,/And our roots together join.’,” the blue devil placed a hard passionate kiss against your lips. 

     Tonight he was going to make good on those words, he was going to make sure you understood exactly how much he yearns to hear your sweet song; to hear you in nothing but sheer ecstasy. 

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ENDING NOTES: Poem quoted:      “Love and Harmony” by William Blake (yes, I know V says this to Urizen, just let me have this lmfaooo Also V saying this to Uri has always been funny to me because the poem is about fucking and making a kid lol) 🐄🐄🐄 Sorry this is so short lol I kinda just wanted something small to work on. Ngl had this sitting in my WIPs for a while because I didn’t know how to finish it. Finally found a way to ;))) Thanks so much for reading!! Hope y’all enjoyed!

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[angry-trashcan]

Why Are You Here?!

I came up with this idea of the chain just kinda... showing up in my living room. How I, and them, would react to this and the strange amount of Zelda merch in my room. I'm challenging others to write something similar! How would you react if they showed up in your living room? Tag me if you do!

2.2K WC

I looked up from my laptop at the loud thud. My eyes rolled, probably just my dog getting into something. I started to call her name when I noticed her laying at the end of the bed. Her own attention pointed to the closed bedroom door. What the fuck.

I pushed my laptop to the side and slowly got off the bed. I heard a voice come from the other side of the door, a deep man’s voice. Who the fuck is in my house?! I reached for my bag and scrambled through it until I found my pepper spray and opened my pocket knife with the other hand. My breathing was heavy as I went towards the door. Putting my ear against it, I listened for a minute.

“What kind of place is this?!” Was that another man?! How many are there?!

“Maybe some kind of weird dungeon? Could be some kind of trick.” Another one. I shuffled back to my bed and dug around for my phone. Fuck that, I’m calling 911.

“Imma look around, see if there’s somethin’ else to this place.” Another deep voice that had a too familiar accent too my own. Good to know at least that one’s a local. The bedroom doorknob turned and I turned back towards it, my dog standing to her feet. The pepper spray stayed in my shaky right hand and knife in my left, blade back just like I’ve always been told.

“Ivy, stay.” I whispered to the dog, hoping that for once in her fucking life she would listen. The door opened and a man stepped through, scraggily hair, face tattoos and a bit taller than myself. I screamed, pressing down on the pepper spray aimed at his face. He screamed next.

I paced the living room, looking at the men who were sitting amongst the couches and kitchen chairs. “No, I just don’t understand any of this.”

“And you think we do?” Legend hissed. He really does have an attitude problem.

“Did I fuckin’ say ya did?!”

“Okay, let’s just try to take a deep breath. Where exactly are we?” Warriors asked, and damn if his jawline wasn’t great in person.

“Texas.” I answer bluntly, my pacing not stopping.

“Okay, where is ‘Texas’?” Four, (bless his short little heart, only comes up to my stomach) put air quotes around the word.

“The United States, North America, South of Canada and North of Mexico.” They looked between each other.

“It seems like we have landed far, far from Hyrule.” Time spoke for the first time, his hand resting on his chin. “This is gonna be a fun one, boys.”

I looked to him, then Twilight next to him on the couch, still pouring milk into his eyes. I grimaced again at the thought of the pepper spray. I guess it’s better than if I had stabbed him. Ivy, my dog, was laying across his feet and licking Wild’s face who sat on the ground.

“We are terribly sorry for the intrusion; we will be leaving here shortly.” Time explained, standing to his feet.

I shook my head, laughing lightly. “Where do you plan to go?”

He seemed confused by that, “What do you mean? To an inn until we find the meaning for us being dropped here.”

“There’s no inns here. The closest hotel would be over thirty miles away.” Not to mention it being over 105 degrees and straight highway to get there. If they would even accept rupees as payment.

Time looked to Warriors, “What do you propose we do?”

“We can find somewhere to camp I would guess. That is all we can do.”

“You can stay here.” Everyone, even Twilight with his bloodshot eyes, looked at me. I suddenly felt the weight of those words. “I- I know there’s not much room but y’all can’t really go anywhere else. And it’s far too hot to camp.”

“We wouldn’t want to be a burden.” Hyrule says from next to me, oh gods his voice sounds like angels.

I shook my head again, “It’s no burden. I was going to start cooking soon for myself so I’ll just…” I looked around the room to the… ten? Men and boys and then to the fridge, “make more.”

“I’ll help!” Wild pipped up. I thanked him before turning to my room.

“Just give me like, five minutes, and I’ll be back out.” Nods came around as I closed the door behind me. My fake smile instantly fell the second my eyes reached the wall above my bed. Three Zelda posters, a Master Sword hung on display, a TOTK figure, art and so much more. What the fuck am I supposed to do with all of this?! Climbing up on my bed I started trying to take down the sword first, that would be the hardest to explain arguably.

“Hey, whatcha doin’?” A younger voice came from behind me. I blew the hair out of my face before looking back, Wind staring at me. My hands were on the sword, trying to take the screws out of the base holding it up.

“Uh…” I froze.

“Is- how do you-“ I jumped off the bed and ran to him, sword falling to the bed in the process.

“Shhh! Don’t say anything! It’s fake! It’s not even sharp!” I reached for the sword with one hand and pulled it up between us, letting him run his hand over it.

“Yeah, but. How do you have this?” His eyes fell behind me to the wall before they widened. “Is that-“ I looked back to where he was looking. To my Wind Waker poster. FUCK. HOW THE FUCK- “That’s so cool!” He screeched, dropping the sword into my hands and rushing to the wall, hands framing his own picture between them. “Damn! I look so cool here!”

“What’s going on in here?” Sky poked his head in, looking between you and Wind.

“Not-“

“Come look at this, Sky! They have a fake Master Sword and a picture of me on the wall! And, is that- is that Sage?!” Sky came into the room, eyes getting wide at the sword in my hands before going to Wind.

“That does look like Sage, huh? Strange.”

“Hey, Bailey? Can you come here for a second?” A voice called from the living room. I groaned internally before putting the sword on the bed, covering it with a blanket. Getting back in the living room and Sage and Wild were taking particular interest in a picture on the wall.

“So, uh, not gonna ask how you have this. But you got the hots for me or something?” Sage’s flat voice threw me off, getting me to shake my head.

“I’m sorry, what?”

He pointed at the picture he and Wild were staring at and, oh. It was a fairly large portrait of the art Lucifer, redone to be Sage. My only response was an awkward laugh before I felt a tap on my back. Legend spoke, “Hey, why do you have a snake and lizard in glass cages? Are you some kind of witch or something?”

That somehow caught me even more off guard, “Uh, well yes. But no, not like that-“

“Where does it come from?!” Hyrule was poking the water button on the fridge, water spilling everywhere. “Is it some kind of enchantment?”

“How is the light coming from here without flames? Is the flame inside the glass?” Warriors tapped the light bulb on the fixture over the small table.

“What kind of food is this?” Twilight looked rolled the cosmic brownie over in his hand.

“OKAY!” I yelled out. It caught everyone’s attention. “Imma start cookin’. There’s a small creek just down the hill behind the house, can’t miss it. Why don’t y’all go down there and I’ll cook? Be back in about forty-five minutes.” A few murmurs as they filed out the door. “Thank you!” I called out, closing the door behind it and leaning against it. “Fuck.”

“It’s a lot.” Wild’s voice made me snap my head up.

“I thought you would have gone with them.”

“I told you I would help cook.”

I smiled, “Thank you, Wild.” I looked out the window over the kitchen sink and saw that they had successfully made it to the creek before I stepped outside myself. “I just need a few things from the garden.” I left the door open for him to follow. I quickly picked some peppers and basil and shoved it into my shirt. I noticed out of the corner of my eye that he picked one of the peppers and ate it. Those bitches are spicy just like that. How did he not even react? Is he that numb to spice from that damn goron spice?!

I tried to ignore it, putting all of the ingredients on the counter. He closed the door, tying his hair up higher as he came up next to me. Gods he looked so cute like that. They should have given him more hair up options in the game-

“So, what are we making?” He smiled, looking to the collection of food laid out.

“I’m thinking just pasta and some garlic bread. I wasn’t really expecting guests so that’s all I have enough of to make.”

He nodded, “I don’t know how to make either of those things but I bet I can figure it out!”

I laughed, turning on the stove top and letting the fire start boiling a pot of water. “It’s not too hard. When this water starts boiling, pour this box in there.”

He took the box of dried pasta from my hand, nodding. “I think I can do that.”

 “I believe in you.”

Dinner cooked quick and Wild ate a few too many of the peppers. So, I had to send him back out to get more as I made the sauce. I noticed the rest of the group coming back up the hill through the window as I started getting plates out. The chain settled around the too-small table and couches as Wild and I handed them their food. They were still laughing about something that had happened on their little outing as they ate. I stood quietly, starting to eat my own when Twilight patted his own chair at the table.

“It’s only fair ya get a seat at ya own table. You did cook the food.” He laughed.

I shook my head, “Nah, it’s alright, really. Y’all are guests.”

He rolled his eyes, coming and taking my plate from my hands and putting it on the table. “Sit down. You ain’t sat down since we got here.”

I rolled my own eyes back, but sat down. “You’re more persistent than a bobcat, I swear.”

“Well, I wouldn’t hafta be if you weren’t as stubborn as a goat in the summer.”

Four looked to Legend next to him, mouth full of bread, “Do you have any idea what they’re saying?” He whispered.

“Not a damn clue.”

With dishes in the sink for a future me problem and sleeping arrangements situated I went to my room, calling Ivy in with me. I explained how to the toilet works before closing the door, taking a deep breath. A cough behind me pulled me from thoughts. Can I get a moment of peace? I turned to see Sage, standing next to the air mattress in the room. How could I forget one of them had to sleep in here?

“I know, I’m ‘bout to turn out the light and we can get to sleep.” I walked towards my own bed, pushing the still hidden sword further into the blankets.

“It’s not that. I’m just wondering why you have writing about us on that screen thing there.”

What.

“What are you talking about?”

“That thing right there on the bed.” He pointed to my still very open laptop, which had been plugged in. And open on Linked Universe fanfic I had been writing. How can he even read that?!

“I-“ I looked to him, then to the laptop, then back to him. “How can you read that?” Let’s just ask.

“Don’t worry. It seems like I’m the only one who can read your language for some reason. It’s kinda comical. I’m still very confused. But it’s somewhat endearing.” He sat on the air mattress, looking down at it under him when it moved more than he expected.

“Well, I’m glad you think so. Please don’t tell the others.” I sat on my own bed, hands folding in my lap.

He laughed, shaking his head. “Don’t worry, they’d probably freak and ask more questions. I’m okay with leaving it be.”

“Thank you, Sage. I appreciate that.” I smiled lightly. “I am, however, going to sleep. My ten favorite video game characters coming to life and showing up in my house was a lot for one day.” I laid back against my pillows, turning off the lamp in the process. Darkness fell over the room. I heard him shuffling into his air mattress before silence fell. I almost thought he was asleep when he spoke.

“So, you do have the hots for me?”

“GOODNIGHT.”

(NEXT)

#this is just crack #but it sO FUN #linked universe #lu #linked universe headcanons #lu headcanons #linked universe fanfic #lu sky #lu time #lu hyrule #lu twilight #lu wild #lu legend #lu warriors #lu wind #lu sage #lu four

[mishwanders]

Hi! Oh my gosh I absolutely love your writing. If it hasn’t been requested already and it’s cool with you, could I please request the Chain (or if you’d rather just narrow it down to a few maybe Time, Wars or Twilight) reacting to a reader with tattoos and piercings? If not, no worries whatsoever! I hope you’re having a good day/evening/morning! :D

Characters: The Chain x BodyMod!Reader

A/N+Warnings: N/A, safe for everyone. Written by Mishwanders - pls do not repost.

for piercings I don’t think they be too thrown off by them - especially if you only have a few in your ears - they do too, so it’s fairly normal already in their eyes.

However, more than just your ears? Oh they’re curiously looking at them and asking every question under the sun.

Some of them might take it upon themselves to make you a new one too (like Four or Legend would dig something magical out or Wild might even buy you some in Gerudo town).

Warriors might find it inconvenient for you, seeing it as something that could easily give you away or get snagged in a fight (unless the jewelry is magical of course, then he’s less apt to judge).

Wind will be asking how much it hurts - he would like one but he’s also scared of his skin getting pierced.

Now for tattoos - that’s a whole different story to most of them.

Hyrule will initially act like a mom trying to rub it off because he assumed it was body paint at first until he realizes it’s not and asks if you’re like Twilight and Time.

They’re all going to be looking at the ones you want to show them, again like the curious boys they are, and asking you a plethora of questions about it.

Sky especially liked to ask if they have any meaning to you, he enjoys hearing the story behind it.

Wind thinks they make you look tough and he can’t wait to show you to his other tough pirate friends.

They may be surprised and horrified if you tell them you like the sensation of being tattooed (especially if you explain the process in detail).

But all in all they both know that the tattoos and the piercings are a part of you and they’re happy you get to express yourself freely like that,

#linked universe fic #linked universe x reader #the chain x reader #writing: the chain #sfe

[legendofmorons]

Chain x reader masterpost

Romantic Nicknames the chain calls you

How I think the boys confess

Being their little sibling

Bringing home a large cat

Spooky: the loveable panther - G, Canon typical violence... When you fall asleep on first watch, Spooky picks up some slack and takes out a Yiga Blademaster

Pretty boy - G .... You call the Link's pretty boy and they're flustered about it (except wind who WILL Lorde this over the others)

How they comfort you

Quiet intimacy with the boys

Intuition- headcanoms for a reader with with GREAT intuition

Chain & Umbra! Fem! Reader... G (Tw Gun memtion)- Headcanons for chain with a fem! Umbra! Reader

Chain reacting to a reader who accidently skips meals

Chain helping you deal with chronic pain

Chain and Spider man! Reader

Chain with soundproof earbuds/headphones and playing telephone (ask)

You're drunk and tell them you have a boyfriend (it's them) Part 1

Tattoo or taboo? - headcanons, reader has tattoos including a triforce

Reacting to being called Sugar/ Honey

Parental instinct - G ...A look into life and the chain's parental figure

#Misty's masterpost

[imtrashraccoon]

Do you know what tatting is? It’s a kind of lacework, but I’m curious how you think the Underfell bro’s would react to an MC with tatting as a hobby

Thanks for sending this ask, it was fun to write out! I actually had to look this up as I hadn't heard the term before. Totally thought it was related to tattoos until you specified lol. Headcanons under the cut as they got a bit lengthy...

Both brothers would likely be a bit confused about the term unless they saw you in the process of actually making the lace. While both would find the process and techniques interesting, they would have slightly different reactions from each other.

Sans:

He would be absolutely amazed that you both have the time and patience to make such a delicate creation. He's certainly not known for his patience, especially when it comes to fiddly things like this with all the tiny loops and chains required to make lace. Also, he has sharp claws and would likely tear the thread or otherwise ruin the lace if he tried himself.

While he isn't interested in taking the time required to even attempt to make something like this, he is impressed that you are. Even though he makes a habit of doing nothing most of the time and often has long periods of his day dedicated to doing nothing, he couldn't see himself putting that time into something like this. He's still a lazy bonehead it seems.

He may not fully understand why you enjoy making lace. It takes hours upon hours to do and when you're actually done, you end up with such a tiny and delicate piece that doesn't really do anything? It does look nice but he wouldn't dare wear any lace out in public - he has a reputation to uphold afterall.

However, he might make an exception if you two are in a relationship and you make something specifically for him. He cares a lot about you, and this hobby of yours is one of the many things he admires about you as it shows how gentle, patient, and basically the complete opposite of everyone else he's ever known is like.

He's both proud and protective of your skills. If someone belittles you or thinks it's a dumb hobby? He will convince them otherwise, which may or may not involve a beat down depending on how mean they were.

Papyrus:

He is fascinated you know how to do this and whenever you're casually doing so, you'll have a captive audience. He wants to know how you do it, even if he isn't sure he'd actually be able to replicate it like you can. He'll try his hardest though, even if it results in the obvious outcome of torn thread from his sharp claws. He'll get it eventually, just bear with him a little, and be patient.

Being a member of the Royal Guard doesn't allow him much free time and when he does, he generally spends it doing chores or running errands. He's motivated enough to slot this hobby of yours into his schedule though and would appreciate it if you helped him make time for it. He prefers spending time together with you, even if he is a workaholic, and this is the perfect reason to do so.

Much like Sans, Papyrus isn't interested in actually wearing the lace pieces but would likely use it for decorations around the house. Unfortunately, he also has a reputation to uphold and wouldn't tell anyone about his new hobby as a result. He would be the type to hype up your skills though if someone is visiting and compliments your lacework. He might even admit that he took up the hobby because of you, but only if they genuinely liked it.

He also might make an exception to wearing lace if it was a gift that you specifically made for him. He cares a lot about your talent and the commitment it requires to make it. He would be very proud to wear your gift if you two were in a relationship, regardless of what other people think.

He's already rather protective of you and your hobby is no exception. However unlike his brother, Papyrus is a bit more calculating if someone were to be mean to you or belittle your hard work. He could resort to physical violence but he'll try other methods first if the situation allows. The bully may not even know he was angry until they get a surprise visit from the Guards at an inopportune time, especially if they were already involved in criminal activity. If you find out about this, Papyrus will likely give you a wink and mention karma came for them, but you know he was purposely involved.

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