#sneaky flower tattoo

[dreaming0fdistantgalaxies]

Oop, I'm back after taking a little break from this site 🪐

#took a little break but im back now #tattoos #sneaky flower tattoo #girls with glasses #selfie #me #my face #tattoo #girls with tattoos #flower tattoo

[yxami]

hi yami I’m not sure if you’ve done this but what about goth Yandere? They such a cool style and always been casted out by society only to meet reader that accepts him and loves him and now goth Yandere sends them secret love letters that r creepy (dildos and vibrators that they used to show their devotion but if this is too much u can ignore that part) carving readers name into his arm

hope you like this!! I’m trying to get to requests that I feel like I can write abt easily

desc: goth yandere x gn reader, mentions of bullying, yandere behaviors/themes, self harming by the carving your name into his arm, general creepy obsession/stalking habits, he’s a crazy and manipulative one just in a sneaky way ^_^

Your fingers wrap around your locker’s handle, a pink letter closed with a red heart sticker is the first thing you lay your eyes on. Another one? Seriously, you’ve gotten so many of these letters by your new friend it makes you wonder what they’re even supposed to mean.

You recently befriended an outcast, a lonely guy that was paired up with you for a project, you bonded well with him and found out the two of you have similar music tastes but other than that you had nothing in common.

You were outgoing, funny and he seemed to be the opposite, quiet and reserved, the type to laugh at someone’s jokes but not make one. Even if you don’t have similar hobbies you tried to have conversations with him since he looked cool, you really liked his style which you complimented on, making him blush without fail each time.

And you knew about his reputation, being a creep and someone that you should be avoiding, but you wanted to give him a chance, you’ve set up a goal to be less close minded and stop caring about what people think, and that’s gained you more friends than you’ve ever had usually.

Picking up the letter with your thumb and pointer, you open it up, finding a matching pink paper inside, clearly dyed with some sort of natural thing, possibly roses?

‘I wanted to thank you again for coming over yesterday, I enjoyed our time together, I’m hoping you’d like to hangout again? Perhaps today? If you want, I get it if you’re busy, but I really want to continue the game we were playing. I made sure to save our progress and write down what quests we need to do next!!“

You’ve always questioned why he doesn’t just text you, you gave him your number not too long ago anyways. You don’t want to crush his spirit so you don’t ask him, you wouldn’t want to upset him since he already seemed sensitive to things.

“Did you like my letter? I dyed the paper pink with some flowers that I grew in my backyard” Your new friend pops up, making you jump in one place as your eyes glance at him, another stylish black outfit with his usual under the eye black eyeshadow, you notice the fake tattoos he doodled on his hands when he hands you another gift.

“Open this when you’re with me at lunch, it’s a little embarrassing..” He plays with his snake bite piercings as he chews on his lip, brushing raven hair out of his face to look at you and observe your expression.

“Thank you, I’m guessing your love language must be gift giving huh?” You say with a small grin, putting the small gift box in your locker, happy it fit perfectly since it seemed to carry a decent amount of things based on the weight.

“Y-yeah.. it is” He mumbles, his face feeling hot as he remembers what was in the box, he’s squirming in place just thinking about your reaction to it, he’s excited to see you, even more now because of it.

The two of you walk to class and the time passes all too fast when you’re day dreaming about other things, you make sure not to forget your present as you head to the enormous courtyard, finding the usual tree the two of you sat under.

Away from others, something he immensely enjoyed, he hated that you had other friends that weren’t him but he tried to not act out in-front of you, fearing you’d hate him if you saw his true behavior.

“Okay..! Open it now” He crossed his legs, sitting down in-front of you, eager as his eyes trail all over your face, wanting to see if you’d enjoy it.

You lift the box’s top to see a few items, items you never expected to be gifted. The box contained a few sex toys, wrapped up like a normal gift, some dildos and two vibrators, all differently assorted by their colors. You can tell he put some thought to the gift, having included lube and condoms.

“Oh- um.. thank you. I really didn’t expect this” You awkwardly laugh, not sure how to react, could you even express how odd this was? To be given toys when the two of you aren’t even together? God this was so painfully awkward, how could you pretend to express gratitude?

“Do you like it? Please say that you do” He leans towards you, eyes flying over his gift to make sure everything was exactly how he intended. He fixed his posture and made eye contact with you, wondering if you liked it. Judging by your reaction he was really nervous. He should’ve just waited longer, maybe this was too soon, what if you hated it? Or thought he was a creep and would leave him like everyone else has?

“It’s.. nice!! It’s really nice, thank you, I’ll um- save that for later” You have a wobbly smile on your face, terrible at lying as you fix the top back on, placing it beside you. You can tell he isn’t convinced.

“Is it not good enough? I’m sorry, I can take it back, you don’t have to pretend” His bottom lips quivers as his eyes become glassy, he can feel his throat clenching as he tries to swallow an invisible lump of embarrassment and shame.

“N-no! It’s great! It’s really cool! I just didn’t think it was something like this. I really appreciate it, I was.. thinking about buying some lately anyways, you practically read my mind” You spill the spiel that you think someone would say when they’re genuinely happy with a gift.

“R- really?” He looks up, no longer staring at the ground, his cheeks and nose were flushed by him on the brink of tears, he wipes his eyes with the back of his hand, smudging his eyeshadow slightly. He hugs you, content that you enjoyed it. He was so worried that you’d hate it and hate him too!!

You think the letters and gifts got creepier and creepier because of that situation. You tell yourself that you shouldn’t have tolerated and spoiled him for his odd habits, but ultimately pity almost always took over and made you feed into his delusions.

It’s probably why something even stranger happened three weeks later.

“Hey..! I have a present, well.. not an actual present but it’s something for you” He sputters out his words, pulling on his snakebites, trying to think of the right words.

“Sure, where is it?” You say, clueless of what other gift he might give you. The last times it’s been toys, a weird resembling homemade plushie of him and other things you can’t quite remember.

“Well.. it’s not done yet but I’ll be able to show you it tonight” He seems jittery, ecstatic to show you what he has for you. “I’ll show you when I come over today!”

The day passes rather regularly, enough as it can be with a quiet puppy following you around, always trying to have your attention but being too shy to do anything obvious.

Before he went over your house he was finishing up his art. He grabbed his favorite knife and moved his arm to lay on the table, poking the sharp metal into his arm to carve the last letter in his skin, making sure it pierced deep in order for it to scar. He’s been wearing long sleeves for about 3 weeks to hide his little project.

He quickly grabbed his usual cleaning supplies, making sure it was wrapped up for a bit. He’s picked up the habit on knowing how to clean up deep punctures in the skin, just so he didn’t have to explain to a doctor that he was purposefully stabbing himself for his crush.

Once he finished cleaning his wound, he threw away the wrappers and garbage on his desk, not wanting his mother to snoop and find used first aid supplies. She’d probably worry too much about him, not understanding his obsession with you.

As he leaves his house he says his goodbyes, making sure to inform her that he was visiting you again. He ran his way to your house, eager to see you.

“Hey, ready to play some games?” You smile at his presence, noticing him holding his arm as if sore, he was also somewhat sweaty but you don’t question it and just invite him like usual.

“Mhm!” He happily skips inside, seemingly on top of the moon as he sits down, getting everything ready like usual. You make your way to the kitchen, deciding to make some tea, you call out to him if he’d like some. “Yeah, can you add sugar?” He peeks over the couch, looking at you, or more like admiring if you focused enough.

You nod and bring the teas on a ceramic tray you recently bought, cherry blossoms painted throughout. You set it down, noticing that he seemed out of it, or maybe just anxious, you haven’t gotten a full grasp on what certain faces meant on him.

“…I wanted to show you the gift, um.. I hope you really like it” He weakly smiles, pinching on his shirt’s sleeve before showing you his arm. The left forearm that contained a healed scar fading into an unhealed area. You were so focused on the wound it took you a minute to realize it was your name. It was carved into his skin, he purposefully did this?

“Do you like it? It took me awhile and it hurt at first but I got used to it. I even added a little heart at the end” His voice was softer than usual, sweetly looking up at you, immediately uneasy by your expression that sat with disbelief.

“Please say something? Do you not like it? Is it because it wasn’t your full name? I knew I should’ve done it but I was worried that I would run out of space” His voice becomes whiny, frowning as he covers up his arm. He starts to scratch at it, a new bad habit he’s developed but it hasn’t made his wound bleed, yet.

“It’s perfect! I love it, I was just speechless. Did you really do it yourself? I thought for a moment it was a tattoo” You were desperate to keep quiet but the need to make him feel better eventually won. You knew this bad, that he was crazy, everything about this situation made your body pump with adrenaline to run but you stayed put.

You just stood and soothed him with your hands in his hair, trying to comfort his worries. You weren’t sure why, but nobody else has been here for him so of course he’s clinging on to you. Maybe you can convince him to stop doing these things?

You just have to stick around a little while longer and fix him, that’s possible right?

#yxami’s yam #yandere #yandere x you #yandere x y/n #male yandere #yandere imagines #yandere scenarios #crazy yandere #obsessive yandere #yandere obsession #Yandere x reader #yandere x gn reader #yandere x gender neutral reader #yandere boy #yandere male #yandere male sub #yandere goth #goth yandere

[brattyfork]

matt headcanons!!

these are so fun to do, i also have nsfw ones 🫣but we’ll see how this does :)

- ALWAYS wants to pay for your food, likes buying other things for you but also understands that it’s important to you to be able to take care of yourself

- will literally do anything if it means he can be with you, will sit there silently so you can do homework bc he just wants to be in your presence

- always offers aux, loves hearing new music and loves watching you mouth (or sing) the lyrics

- LOVES kisses, not even necessarily making out, he just loves your lips, little pecks always

- ALWAYS making sure your comfortable, physically and mentally, no matter where you are (you do the same for him bc yeah)

- loves when you show him tiktoks

- says he hates corny shit but is the corniest mf in the world

- ^ flowers, jewelry, posting pics of you, anniversaries at fancy restaurants, picnics, you name it, he’s done it

- gets you gifts but they’re not rly gifts, they’re jus stuff he gets you if that makes sense

- loves to rub whatever he can get his hands on, hands, arms, feet, legs doesn’t matter, whatever is near him he will rub and massage

- he’s just the sweetest!!!!!

- watching movies/tv together is a must, you take turns picking stuff, he gets distracted sometimes tho…

- loves when he’s in the shower n your getting ready in the bathroom or vice versa

- ^ loves that you feel comfy with him

- will bring you breakfast in bed so you guys can just stay in bed n watch tv

- always planning cute dates! loves seeing how excited you get to dress up n go out

- takes sneaky pics of you! makes them his wallpaper

- literally always at your beck and call, whatever you want he’ll take care of it

- wants to spoil you nonstop, takes you shopping whenever he notices you’re bored

- has a bedside table dedicated to you! you can keep your clothes in the drawers, an extra charger, some tampons, etc

- encourages you to bring over your stuffed animals and blankets, you basically sleep there every night anyway

- will only play video games if he’s sure you’re not bored n doing your own thing

- photo booth pics everytime you see one

- wants you to be his passenger princess but will let you drive if you want to

- when you’re at his house, you’re almost always wearing his clothes, his tshirts, hoodies, boxer, pj pants - he’ll complain abt it but he loves it

- super supportive of your job, always wants to hear about your day even if it wasn’t the best

- get tattoos together! (not matching, just at the same time)

- was kinda nervous around your family at first but now he’s super comfy w your siblings n your parents love him (how could they not?)

- little roadtrips all the time

#sturniolo triplets #sturniolo #matt sturniolo #matthew sturniolo

[gh0st-t0wn3]

Some Lmk ss edits + Headcanons (Traffic light trio)

- He/They

- Gay

- Only wears knock off brands (doesn't know they aren't real)

- Autumn is his favorite season, purely because he likes to stomp the crunchy leaves

- Adhd

- Has dimples

- Pigsy once got him rainbow shoes for pride month before he was even out but MK didn't realize they were pride shoes because the rainbow was on the sole

- Tried to cook breakfast for Pigsy and Tang on Father's day once, somehow lit the curtains on fire

- Wants Tattoos but keeps backing down because he doesn't like needles (will probably get one in the future though)

- Has a sketchbook fully dedicated to Redson, would literally die if someone ever found it

- Smells like oranges

- Only a few inches taller than Redson, always teases him for it

- Almost killed Sun Wukong once because he was disguised as a spider

- The Monkey's on flower fruit mountain always climb on him when he's around, he doesn't try to stop them

- Had to remove the snooze option on his alarm clock because he wouldn't stop hitting it

- Chicken scratch handwriting, no one else can read it for the life of them

- Learned Spanish in high school, don't ask why it just feels right

- Covered in scars, but 83% of them are from being a dumb kid instead of battles

- Once described Redson's voice as "really warm, like a hug!" And almost got burnt for it

- Love language is physical touch

- Has those really pretty brown eyes, like the ones that look like honey when the light hits them at that one perfect angle

- Has no fashion sense whatsoever, Mei chose out most of the clothes he owns

- Phone is shattered beyond repair but he refuses to acknowledge that he needs to get a new one

- Obsessively takes personality/buzzfeed tests in the dead of night, once pulled an all nighter just taking "which drink are you?", "what kind of seafood are you?" "What type of candy are you?" Type of buzz feed quizzes, and physically couldn't do deliveries because he was so exhausted the next morning

- Has a bunch of plants but is terrible at taking care of them

- Has a chipped tooth (actually Canon, it's on his lego figurine, I'm still sad they didn't add it to the show :( )

- Once walked in on Tang and Pigsy kissing as a kid and was promptly traumatized

- Has no skin or hair care routine, uses a 3 in 1 Shampoo/conditioner/bodywash

- Has really nice curly/wavy hair but straightens it and uses an unholy amount of hair gel

- Has a wattpad account

- Sleeps in literally the most horrific positions you have ever seen, yet somehow never get cramps or neck/back pains

- Once drank dishwasher soap as a kid because he thought it was juice

- Gets sunburnt incredibly easy (if you've seen the s4 special ykwim)

- Mk once accidently threw a plastic bottle in the trash instead of the recycling bin and got lectured for an hour by Pigsy (Pigsy is a huge environmentalist)

- His bedroom is messy as all hell but he somehow knows where everything is (Pigsy and Tang have tried cleaning it themselves but it was back to being a mess just a few short hours later so they gave up)

- He/Him (FtM)

- Gay

- Shortest one in the trio (just barely though). I like to think that the removal of the samadhi fire stunted his growth and demonic development, which is also why he takes so little after his father in appearance/height. He always wears platforms though, so he looks taller than he is

- He was so quiet and sneaky as a child that his mom had to put a bell on him

- Used to wear large combat boots until someone made a "step on me" joke. He doesn't wear them in public anymore

- Smells like smoke and cinnamon, Mei once described it as a 'campfire' smell

- Has really heavy blackout curtains in his bedroom

- Hair turns black when wet or when he's burnt out

- Always has a soft glow to his body because of his fire, mouth glows faintly, hair glows faintly, the more emotional he is the stronger the glow (MK and Mei are incredibly jealous)

- Tension headaches because we all know that mf has his hair tied up in the tightest goddamn ponytail ever

- Has the samadhi fire back (I'm delusional just let me have this)

- Has a habit of stealing his friends and families clothes to wear, first started when he was really little and would constantly steal whatever clothes of DBK's he could find around the house to help him feel like his dad was still there, and the habit just stuck with him

- Doctor handwriting

- Autistic

- Identifies as male but still likes to wear skirts and dresses sometimes (he just like me fr). Likes floor length skirts the best

- Actually really good at art, mostly draws blueprints for his inventions, but can draw people and landscapes pretty decently too

- Has a childhood Bull plushie that he still sleeps with, hides it under the bed or in the closet whenever MK and Mei come over

- has a scar on his back resembling the rings of samadhi from the removal ritual, Mei once confused it for a tattoo

- Mei once called him "Zesty" and he still doesn't know what it means, she refuses to tell him

- Was homeschooled by PIF

- Has a beauty mark like his mom's

- Has the most angelic, majestic, heartlifting laugh ever, but never actually laughs (unless it's his "evil" laugh, trust me guys)

- Goes to bed at 3am, wakes up at 11am type of person

- Needs glasses because the Samadhi fire fucked up his eyes (in Journey to the West, the samadhi fire is described as a flame that, when activated, "shoots out of every hole in his face" including, of course, his eyes)

- Remember when I said he was a quiet child? Yeah, he can't do that anymore, he literally has no idea how to be quiet now that he's older, the best he can do is whisper shout

- Hopeless romantic, but convinced that any and all feelings are unrequited

- Mei and Mk found his baby pictures once, he will never recover

- Long ass skin and hair care routine, will spend at least two or more hours on it every morning, but it's worth it, his hair and skin are always so soft

- Touch starved as fuck

- Love language is gift giving and positive affirmation (WILL cry if someone compliments him, doesn't matter who it is or what the context is, he once almost burst into tears when Sandy called him a good kid and gave him a pat on the back)

- Once he's focused on something he will stay focused for at least the next ten hours

- Loves strawberry flavored things but hates actual strawberries

- Listens to really underground music and has the biggest superiority complex because of it

- Has the biggest fucking bedroom you have ever seen, with one of those really large and extravagant, super comfortable canopy beds, wakes up like a Disney princess

- Usually self-preserving but will experiment on himself without hesitation if he thinks it'll help him with a breakthrough (has almost died on several occasions)

- She/Her

- Lesbian

- Has tons of piercings: nose, ears, bellybutton, etc (her parents don't know about the bellybutton piercing and she doesn't plan on letting them know anytime soon)

- "Hey, Red boy, cool tattoo!" "... thats a scar." (She still hasn't lived it down)

- Smells like freshly cut grass

- Tallest one in the group, idc what anyone says, I just have a feeling okay?

- Adores glitter makeup but can't stand the feeling of it on her skin

- Love language is quality time

- Has a love/hate relationship with her dragon features, she thinks they look cool and she's proud of her heritage, but if her scales get too dry, which happens very easily, they get really uncomfortable and itchy as all hell

- Had a phase in high school where she'd dye her hair everything except green

- Probably also has Adhd

- Avid tennis player

- Hates the feeling of jeans, but loves denim jackets (has a whole collection, plus one that she and MK have been patching together for years)

- Always smudges her mascara somehow, MK once thought she was crying

- Super rough and rowdy as a kid, like I'm talking pushing kids off swings and down the slide rowdy, tackling people in the sandbox or on the school field, girl was a menace to society

- Snorts when she laughs

- MK tried to scare her once as a joke and her first instinct was to deck him (apologized profusely... before laughing at him)

- Most reckless driver on the planet, it's a wonder how she hasn't gotten her license taken away yet

- Doesn't really consider herself close with her family, she loves them but MK, Tang, Pigsy, and Sandy are her FAMILY, y'know? Like Rosa in b99

- Was the first person to know MK has a crush on Redson, she found out when she walked in on him drawing them together, and she will never let him forget it

- Has a normal skin and hair care routine, and constantly tells Redson that he's insane for needing 2+ hours to complete his

- Is the only one with readable handwriting

- Once stayed up for an entire week to play a new video game that came out

- Will smack her head with a brush if her hair doesn't cooperate

- Bites people (gently, its how she shows affection. Unless she doesn't like you then she'll just naw on your arm until she draws blood)

- Lives on energy drinks, her favorite is Monster Pipeline punch

- Has really soft and really thick hair

- Used to chew on her hair in middle school

- Biggest sweet tooth ever, Redson is disgusted by her eating habits

- Goes on early morning jogs every day except weekends

- Swiftie

- Refuses to watch any movies or shows based on video games she likes because they'll "never have the same charm or energy as the game", but will buy the video games that a show/movie is based on if she watches them before playing

- Will eat random plants all the time. Walking through the park? She'll lean down and pick a flower to chomp on

- The type of girl to carry around a goddamn gallon water bottle everywhere

- Has a thousand fairy lights in her room, it's a fire hazard

#lego monkie kid #fanart #lego monkie kid red son #lego monkey kid fanart #monkie kid red son #red son #lego monkie kid mk #lmk mk #lmk spicynoodles #lmk mei #lego monkie kid mei #traffic light trio #lmk fanart #headcanon #lgbtq

[lilacxoz]

Sneaky Neighbors - Kuroo Tetsurou

F!reader

Heavy degradation, creampie, cheating!reader, timeskip, semi-publicsex, almost getting caught, spanking, pain, dacryphilia, oral(reader receives), not really mention but drunk sex, you guys are just plain nasty, no beta read we die like daichi.

I am not responsible for people under 18 who read this. minors or ageless bloggers please dni!

Your neighbor was a hot older athlete. He was in his mid twenties while you were just turning nineteen. You knew he was a sports manager, but his muscular and lean body said he did a lot more than that.

You had a boyfriend of three years, but all you could think about was your hot neighbor. You one that was wrong, but the idea of having to sneak around to not get caught thrilled you. Maybe you were sick in the head, but you didn’t care.

You were sitting in the flower field in front of the apartments community garden that you’ve helped curate along with the other older ladies who started the communal space. You had fallen asleep in the flowers from what was supposed to be a relaxing reading session. You woke up to the sound of laughter, looking over to see your hot neighbor sitting on the bench right by you.

“Kuroo I- oh!” You scrambled to your feet, your hot neighbor wearing nothing but a black tank and red sweats. He looked like he had just come from the gym, a gold necklace hanging from his neck.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to wake you, it’s just you were singing in your sleep-“ he couldn’t even finish his sentence before laughing again. A blush forms on your face as you wipe some grass off your face and dress. This wasn’t how you wanted your crush to see you, you felt so embarrassed.

“What’s happening?” You looked over to see your boyfriend walking by from coming home from work, stopping to see the scene. Your boyfriend looked at your face and appearance, putting the puzzle together. “Ohh, she was singing in her sleep again? Yeah, it’s kind of odd..” he says before holding out a hand to you. You look back at Kuroo, his laughter completely gone and replaced with a hard expression.

The next day you prepared a gift basket for your neighbor. Your boyfriend was at work for an extra long shift in the hospital, which meant you had the day and night to yourself. You had planned on getting to know Kuroo better. You knew your real intentions were wrong, but a big part of you just didn’t care.

You wore a white summer dress with blue floral print, tights, and white heels. You walked to the end of the hall to your neighbors place. You knew he was home because you heard him playing music earlier. You brushed off your dress before softly knocking on the worn out white door, the white paint chipped and cracked.

He opened the door a few seconds later, hair wet as he wore nothing but a grey sweatpants. You noticed the tattoo on the side of his torso of a crack of lightning roots, trailing down and under his sweats. You gulped as you met his golden and curious eyes.

“What’s got you at my doorstep?” He asks, a hand on the door frame as he leans on the other side. You tried to hold back a blush, holding out the gift basket containing baked goods and beer. “Baked goods and beer? Where have you been all my life,” he jokes, “why don’t you enjoy them with me?” He lowers his hand, motioning for you to follow him. You do so, your stomach exploding in butterflies.

His place smelt like his expensive cologne, a complete mess but in a good way. He had some clothes on the floor along with a few dirty dishes. His place just looked lived in, and you liked it that way. He took you to the balcony, a soft warm breeze passing by. He set the gift basket on the balcony, handing you one of the White Claws. You both cracked your own cans open, a small smile on his face as he leaned against the balcony.

You tried your best to keep your eyes to yourself, but it was hard when his washboard abs were right in front of you. A small smirk formed on his face as he chugged half the beer. “What made you so kind today?” He asks, his eyes not hiding the way he looks you up and down.

“Just felt kind I guess?” You say, giggling softly. He smiled at your answer, settling his beer down as he crossed his large arms over his chest. You felt like an entire butterfly enclosure was settled in your stomach, a blush taking over your face and ears.

“What’s got you so red in the face?” He points out, almost teasingly as if he already had his own answer for it. You just shrug as he takes a few steps closer to you. “You don’t know? Oh but I think you do,” he says through a smirk. Suddenly, your caged to the wall by his muscular arms in such a way that makes you face him. Your lips were merely inches away, his breath smelling of the sweet beer he just drank.

“We shouldn’t,” you breath out ad your hands slowly train down his body. The rest on his abs, his head tilting as he raises an eyebrow.

“If we shouldn’t,” he leans in close to your ear, “then why are you touching me y/n?” You felt so vulnerable, and the factor of getting caught is what only heightened your arousal. “Oh, don’t tell me,” amusement laces his voice as he says, “does the wrongness of this make you aroused?” He deeply chuckles, “little pervert.”

“I-I’m not a pervert!” You say, looking up to be met with his beautiful eyes. He takes your jaw in his hand, crashing his lips to yours. He takes your breath away with the softness of his lips on yours mixed with the rough and passionate kiss. He skillfully slid his knee between your legs, moving down to kiss at your neck and jaw. You mewled out a moan as you became painfully aware of the second heartbeat between your legs. Your hips moved against his leg, desperately trying to get relief. Your hands rested on his shoulders and he moved further down your body, pulling your dress up as he kisses your stomach and hip. You groaned at the loss of friction from his leg, your breath heavy and unsteady.

He kissed down your thighs until he helped you out of your heels and tights. He looked at your lack of panties, giving you an amused look. “Wow, looks like you knew this would happen, fuckin’ dirty girl.” You only whined in response, his hands gripping onto your thighs as he begins to lick your spit. He helps guide a leg over his shoulder, gaining better access to your soaked pussy.

Your body shivered when he slipped his tongue in all the right places, your hands fisting his jet black locks while your head rolled back. You felt weak in the knees, letting him slowly unravel that deep part inside you. You relaxed against the brick wall, letting the much needed itch you had finally get the attention it needed. Sex with your boyfriend was rare, and when it did happen, he always finished too early and never took the time to pamper you when you did take the time to pamper him.

You felt so close to your euphoric high, body tending up as he helped you get there by pumping his fingers inside you. You let out a whiny series of moans as your body shook against him. You’d never felt so much of an intense orgasm before, your vision momentarily going blank.

He carried you inside, bending you over the kitchen island. You felt a harsh slap to your ass as he kisses your neck. “Tell me how you want it,” he whispers, planting one more slap to your ass.

“Rough and raw,” you breath out, a dark chuckle escaping him. You felt his hand fist your hair as you felt his tip kiss your entrance.

“What a dirty pervert you are, you wanna get fucked rough and raw? Filthy whore.” You only moaned at the degradation, hands curled into fists on the cold counter. You let out a screem-like moan when he bottomed out inside you, completely taken aback at the size of him. Tears fell from your eyes as your mouth watered, he filled you up so nicely and you didn’t know half of the emotions that were crawling from the deepest parts of you.

His brutal thrusts kept your voice loud, your head being yanked back by your hair as he kissed and sucked on your neck. You didn’t care about the hickeys, if anything, it only heightened the fear of getting caught. “Oh god, I-I can’t, oh-“ he slapped your face, a grunt coming from him.

“You won’t speak unless it’s my name or how much better I make you feel than your stupid boyfriend,” he demands. You nod, mascara running down your cheeks as you cried from the pleasure, he let your hair go, your hands quickly taking off your dress over your head. You were completely bare against the cold countertop, your nipples hard pebbles from the contact.

“Kuroo! Ah~ so-so good!” You moaned, legs starting to shake as an orgasm slowly approaches. He helps you through it, bringing a hand down to rub your clit. The added stimulation was the perfect combination for an intense blended orgasm. Your legs shook as you let yourself go, cumming all over his cock as you screamed his name.

“You really are pathetic, cumming all over your neighbor like that? Slut.” You only felt more aroused by his insults. He paused at the sound of a knock on the door. Your heart pounded against your chest as scenarios ran through your head. He smirked, taking you and pushing you up against his front door. Your back was to the door as he held on of your thighs up against his hip. It was a perfect position for him to be able to stick just half of his upper body into view. Your heard pounded as he slowly grinded into you while opening the door. You covered both your hands to your mouth, trying your best to keep in your moans.

“Yaho!” A voice said from the other side, “ready for movie night?” You hear Kuroo groan as his knuckles turn white from how hard he was holding the door. You reach a hand down, fondling his bald which earns a shaky breath from him.

“Kuroo-bro, you okay?” You hear another voice say.

“‘M fuckin’ fine, give me a couple minutes, yeah?” He didn’t wait for a response before slamming the door and you with it. He crashed his lips to yours as he pounded you into oblivion. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head, his free hand covering your mouth to muffle your sweet moans,

“Fuck,” he groaned. He knew he couldn’t fuck you against the door without them finding out. They knew of his crush on you and the situation, it would make him look really bad. He slipped out of you, forcefully dragging you to his bathroom. He turns on the shower before placing you on top of the countertops you wrap your legs around his waist as he slips himself back into you. He plants kisses along your jaw and neck as he pounds into you at an inhumane pace. It leaves you breathless, another orgasm forming along with his.

“Baby, ‘ma cum, you’ll let me fill up your dirty pussy?” You just moan, nodding as you let your orgasm take you over. Your legs shake violently against him, eyes rolling into the back of your head as you feel him shoot load after load into you. It takes a minute before you both catch your breaths and he finally detaches from you.

“Get in the shower, I’ll get you clothes for you,” he says.

“What about the guys?” You ask, lips purple and swollen.

“Don’t worry, when you come out I’ll explain your shower broke and you needed to use mine.” You nod, a small smile forming on your face.

“Can we do this more often?” You ask, he nods before slapping your ass.

“You come to me when that cheap asshole can’t make you scream like I can.”

#haikuu #modern haiku #kuroo tetsurou #kuroo x y/n #kuroo x reader #haikyuu kuroo #smut #haikuu smut #haikyuu time skip #kuroo testuro #kuroo smut #kuroo timeskip

[marleyybluu]

Massage

Rio x black!fem!reader Summary: You and Rio finally get some alone time while the kids are with their grandmother

Warnings: sexual content, oral (fem receiving),fingering, creampie, unprotected sex

Word count: 1.9k

YN let out a long sigh as she waited for her husband to come back into the room. With no kids for the night, the couple was enjoying some much-needed alone time. Between their rugrats and busy schedules, it felt like they never got to each other, so Rio's grandmother offered to watch them for the night while they did something special.

A night that had started off sweet and romantic, with flowers piled onto the kitchen island to a lovely date at a restaurant YN had been dying to go to and then a little drive around to get some ice cream and a bottle of wine.

Once that bottle was empty they headed upstairs for a shared shower, with her husband offering a massage right after and that's what led her to be laid out on top of a towel on the bed, she had another that was draped over bare ass. She hummed along to the music in the background, her anticipation grew as she heard footsteps making their way to her location. Rio came back with a bottle of oil in his hand and a sneaky grin on his face.

"You okay?" He asked, she nodded looking over at him. YN found it a bit cute that he wanted to do this, even though they both knew where this was going to end up. "Alright," He moved the towel that was covering her and delivered a playful smack to her cheeks, she giggled and shook her head.

"You won't even make it to my legs before you start trying to fuck me." She challenged. Rio arched his eyebrows knowing she was all talk but was quiet as a mouse when the time came. He remained silent deciding to allow his hands to talk for him, he covered her back up and popped open the bottle, he picked up his phone and changed the song to 'Up Late' by Ari Lennox and it seemed to set the atmosphere just right.

He poured some oil onto his hand and rubbed it between his palms. YN relaxed when his warm hands came in contact with her shoulders. Her eyes fluttered feeling him really dig into her small knots, he wasn't doing too bad so far. Rio took his time making sure to get between every curve and roll on her body, eyes passing over her various tattoos-- some of which he helped her pick. Soon enough he got to her lower back, he smiled removing the towel so he could begin his quest past her hips.

Another land of tattoos to discover just below, his favourite one was above her right ass cheek, his name written out in cursive. It wasn't too big and it wasn't too small. Though she swore up and down that she'd never tattoo a significant other on her, she found herself breaking that rule on their second wedding anniversary, only for him to reveal he got one with her name too-- in sync as the two seemed to always be.

He leaned down kissing the ink, a gesture of appreciation. She hummed in satisfaction. His hands rubbed over her plump cheeks, kneading her like dough, a bit rough but it felt good.

As time passed and another song came into rotation, he was finished with her back and told her to flip over. YN was now on her back, her eyes stayed closed. Rio's eyes turned to hearts, he loved her body-- to him, that woman was crafted by the Gods themselves with no help from the angels, he would drool over her back then and after two kids he was salivating even more.

He proceeded to do the usual, oiling down her body, admiring the work beneath him. He moved from her neck down to the valley of her breasts, taking one in each hand to gently massage them as well. YN squirmed a little bit, her throat flexing as she swallowed thickly. Her nipple became erect. "You doin' good mama?"

A question that didn't necessarily need an answer but he wanted to see what he'd get. "Mhm."

He shook his head rolling her nipples between his thumb and pointer finger. "I need a full answer baby, you know that."

She mentally rolled her eyes, "Yes baby, I'm good."

"Mhm." He mocked playfully, she sucked her teeth not bothering with a response. He left her titties alone and made his way to her torso, admiring her belly button piercing that she got impulsively, she always talked about wanting one but he was surprised she actually acted on it.

He glanced up at her as his hands ghosted her pelvic bone, he'd save that part for last. He continued down her thick thighs, her lovely legs that he couldn't wait to have sitting on his shoulders. YN felt growing wetness between her legs, her body was caving in before she had the chance to protest, she wanted Rio to forget the damn massage and come massage her insides. The man knew she was ready but he just wanted to tease her a little more. Her acrylics impatiently tapped against the sheets. "You have something you want me to do darlin'?"

She shuddered. "No." She lied. The last squirt of oil and Rio closed the cap setting the bottle on the nightstand. He used both hands to apply oil around her pussy lips. He almost moaned at the sight and her scent, he loved the way that woman smelled. If he could live between her legs he would. His hands gliding from her clit down to her hole and back up, he'd push his hands together making her clit poke out from between her lips.

"Shit." YN bit her lip in hopes he didn't hear that, but with those big ass ears, it wasn't likely. Soon his slender finger finds its way inside her soaking folds. "Who's trying to fuck now mamas?" He cockily asked using her words against her. "You're so -ouuu." He cut her off with another stroke of his finger. "You smell so fucking good, you look so fucking good."

YN felt the bed dip, her legs soon coming off the soft mattress, her thighs being pressed against her torso and knees to her head. "Hold 'em." She whimpered at the task of having to hold her own legs open. Rio continued to massage around where she yearned for him, his hands passed up her inner thighs. He groaned nudging his nose against her throbbing clit, tongue finally gliding in her folds.

She sighed smiling. He dove his whole face into her core, slobbering all over her clit as he licked and sucked her soul out. YN let her legs go so they could rest on his shoulders but one hard smack from him was enough of a warning to keep her legs up. "Fuck!" She whined. Her body was on fire, her pussy was pulsating and she wanted nothing more than for him to stretch her out. With her mouth slightly open a beautiful melody of moans bounced off of the walls. Rio felt himself grow harder with every gasp of his name. He reached down and slid off his sweatpants, his hard cock thumped against his stomach, he removed his tongue and replaced it with his fingers.

YN's eye twitched as he made the transition, he was bringing her closer to where she needed to be. "You love talkin' all that shit just to have nothing to say later." He chuckled leaning down and pressing his lips against her pillow-soft ones, she smelt so fucking good. He took away her pleasure for only a second before he placed his hands on the back of her thighs pushing down so she couldn't move them, he drove his hips forward dragging his shaft against her swollen nub, another thrust allowed him inside her wetness. She moaned within the kiss, their tongues sliding past each other, swapping tastes.

"You're so pretty baby." He mumbled against her lips. Penetrating her slow and deep, feeling every slick inch of her walls, his tip continuously pushing against her sweet spot. She couldn't formulate words, barely even thoughts. He moved one of his hands that was wrapped around her thigh and placed it around her neck. He squeezed, but not too hard. He was amused by her many love faces, her eyes threatening to close from the intense pleasure she was receiving.

Rio pouted playfully, "Talk to me, how that feel huh?"

He was killing her. Each stroke somehow felt better than the last, "So fucking good. You're so good to me daddy."

He smirked, her nails clawing at his chest with cries for him to slow down or ease up but he loved seeing her worm around under him, he liked watching her eyes become glossy like they were now, tears breaking their barrier."Christopher." She sounded so desperate, and wimpy and it was only making him harder. Her legs locked around him like a non-verbal way of begging. "Shit! Oh right there!" She cried.

Yn's vision was beginning to get hazy, her eyes slowly crossing as she felt an all too familiar feeling in the pit of her stomach, she was leaking onto the bed but thank goodness for the towel under her. "Rio... Rio!"

He went harder, his pelvis brushing against her clit only added to the intensity and soon he felt liquid on his skin, her body had gone limp, her legs losing their grip— she was overflowing with juices, showering him in her cum. She couldn't even give him a warning beforehand. Her back arched as he continued, her head turned to the side and her hands squeezed his biceps. It was too much.

"Keep goin pretty girl." He encouraged. The constant convulsing from her walls was starting to get to him. "I can't... please!" Yn started to feel overstimulated, a second orgasm daring to pass. "Cumming again?"

All she could do was nod, he smirked slowing down his pace and eventually stopping, he pulled out and looked down at her creamy pussy tempted to dive between her legs again.

"Turn around."

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Saturday morning was paying for Friday night's activities. Yn couldn't move, hell she didn't want to, but the lights that seeped through her curtains were forcing her to move, her body still naked and sore, some bruising on her thighs but it was all in the name of fun and pleasure. The bed was empty but the muffle of music behind the door let her know Rio wasn't too far away. So she wrapped herself in her robe and trickled down the stairs, she was greeted by his back—too wrapped up in his music to feel any sort of presence behind him.

I Wish You Love by Sam Cooke belted through the first floor. She smiled hearing him sing along. She crept behind him dragging her nail down the middle of his back. "Good morning." She muttered. "Mornin' baby." He returned sounding a bit too cheerful, you could tell he was basking in the glory of last night. "I was just about to bring this to you, why don't you go back upstairs?"

She raised her eyebrows. "What's gotten into you?" He shrugged planting a kiss on her cheek. "Upstairs please."

Yn drooled. She obeyed and headed up to their room, she turned on the tv trying to decide what to catch up on. It wasn't too long before Rio walked through the door frame with two plates of food, "Here you go darlin."

"Thank you." She puckered up her lips for another kiss and he delivered. "I love you."

He beamed. "I love you. You can wanna go somewhere today?"

"I thought the kids were coming back today?"

He shook his head. "They're practically begging to stay there and she's fine with it. So it's just us this weekend."

She liked the sound of that. "We don't have to go anywhere today. Besides, I'm tired."

"You want another massage?"

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[baratiddyappreciator]

hello.I apologize in advance for the translator😅 I recently came up with an idea for a mini story or Hanayama's headcannon. What if he has a girlfriend who had never been involved with the Yakuza before meeting our Kaoru? she is very devoted to him and wants to get a tattoo sleeve (with carp, flowers, etc., well, that usually happens to the Yakuza) .to prove to him that she is also strong (she could have suffered something psychologically difficult in the past, for example). and Kaoru was initially against this idea, because then she would have to hide her connection with the criminal world completely, hide her hands from shame. She would have done it secretly from the master who did the hanayame tattoo. At first, Kaoru was angry that she had to experience pain and ruin her skin, but in the end he was very touched by his girlfriend and realized that she was really his woman from head to toe.

Don't worry, I think you got your point across just fine! It sounds like a really interesting prompt, and I'm glad you shared it with me! I hope I lived up with your expectations, sorry it took me a while!

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She's soft. That's the first thing that Hanayama thinks when looking at his girl. She's soft and sweet and she's definitely not cut out for this lifestyle, and he has to protect her, because some of the people he deals with would eat her alive. And yet, despite her being told time and time again that his world is a dangerous one and that she'd be safer not getting involved with it, or with him, for that matter, she still insisted. She'd asked him over and over again for a tattoo, to join him in this lifestyle, and each time he'd told her no. He really should have realised that her determination would make her sneaky. Of course, he knows that she's strong, she wouldn't still be arguing him about the sleeve tattoo that she wanted to get if she wasn't strong, but her strength was different than his. She was strong because of what she'd gone through, though he didn't know the entire story, he could gather that she's had a rough life. He was strong naturally, a born protector and fighter, that's what the others had said.

He respected her strength, of course, he respected her, but some things he just wouldn't let her do for her own sake. He didn't want her getting hurt, tattoos like that couldn't be done entirely comfortably for someone that hadn't ever had one if they weren't prepared for the inevitable pain that would result from it. He just wanted to keep her safe. Anyone that saw that tattoo would know that she was with him, and weaker, more opportunistic people would take advantage of her loyalty to him to try and get to him. She would have to hide, she couldn't flaunt a tattoo like that. Not only would there be repercussions from the criminal world, but there could be problems in her every day life! Not to mention that if she didn't like it, it would cost her almost twice as much, if not three times, to get it removed or covered up! But she'd seemingly finally given up on the argument, on trying to get that tattoo.

Despite that, he still had an uneasy feeling all day after she'd left their home to go about her day. She'd said she had errands to run and that she would be home before dark, and he could respect that, he knew that they needed to make a grocery run for a while now, but things kept popping up and getting groceries when they didn't really eat in that often was put on the back burner. The worry stuck with him all day, even once he arrived home. He didn't know what point she'd been home, but the fridge was stocked, groceries had been gotten and put away, the house was clean, no sign of a struggle. He had to find things to do while he waited for her to come home, so he eventually just wound up watching the news, though he wasn't really absorbing any of what was being reported on, it wasn't anything interesting. His knee bounced anxiously the entire time as the minutes ticked by, the sun slowly starting to sink over the horizon.

It wasn't until the door clicked open that he could feel a sense of ease as she stepped into the entryway, taking off her shoes, though her movements were careful, and she kept one side of her body facing away from him. His suspicions were up immediately, so after a moment of him watching her and her going about her routine after coming home, he spoke up.

"Hey." She jumped a little, but she still smiled at him as she always did.

"Hey! How was your day?"

"Fine. What did you do while I was gone? Looks like you were busy." He said, nodding at the now full fridge.

"Oh, just some basic personal errands, I met up with an old friend and a colleague, we talked, hung out for a bit. I know it's a bit late, but it took forever to finish saying goodbye." She rambled, and his eyes narrowed at the gray smudge on her hand.

"What's on your hand?" He simply asked, and she froze like a deer in headlights. His brows furrowed, concern lacing his voice. "Did you get hurt or something?"

"No, I uh... I..." She was hesitating, not meeting his eyes, her own darting around the room. A simply quirk of his brow was all it took for her to let out a shaky breath. "So uh, promise you won't be mad?" She asked, and his frown deepened as she walked up and held out her arm. There it was. A fresh sleeve, already unwrapped and cleaned, still red and raw, but already healing. He recognized that handywork, it was across his own back after all. For a moment, he was angry. "I know you didn't want me to get it, and I know I said I gave up on it, I understand why you didn't want me to get it, but I'm a grown woman! I can make my own decisions! And I'm choosing you, Hanayama! I want to be by your side, even if it means being in a gang!" She began, her voice shaking a little.

"Seriously? A whole sleeve? You went to him for a whole sleeve?" He asked, and she winced. "Why would you put yourself through that?!" He demanded, and she looked away, fidgeting with her fingernails, the skin there already raw and irritated, she'd clearly been doing that all day. "Do you really think that I'd be happy about you hurting yourself like that?" He demanded, and she glared up at him, her jaw set.

"I did it because I wanted to, Hanayama!" She snapped, poking a finger into his chest. "I did it because I want to prove to everyone that sees this that I am yours and yours alone, I'm by your side for all of it, no matter what! I did this because it's what I want for me! Even if we break up in the future, I still want to be by your side because you mean so much to me!" There were tears in the corners of her eyes, and he paused, watching one fall. Oh. He was the one that had hurt her this time. Not the needles, not the fear. He had upset her by not having faith in her. Wordlessly, he held out his hand, and she hesitated.

"Lemme see it, at least. I can't get a good look with you waving your arm around like that." He rumbled, and she put her hand in his. He didn't want to touch it, not yet, he knew that was bad for the healing process, and he didn't want to mar her tattoo with his hands. The colours were delicate, the lines flowing smoothly as a carp wove through some flowers on her arm. Good craftsmanship, fantastic workmanship. He knew that the old man knew what he was doing, but still, pride swelled in his chest that his girl had some of, if not the best art on her skin. "Looks good. Old man hasn't lost his touch yet. Suits you." He said, earning a startled look, before he sheepishly looked away, dropping her hand to stuff his in his pockets.

"...What? You don't hate it?" She asked, puzzled, and he sighed, shaking his head.

"Nah, I couldn't. It's objectively good work on a beautiful canvas, and it really does suit you. I just... I just wish you hadn't done it all in one sitting, that couldn't have felt nice. I didn't want you getting hurt." His voice took on a softer tone, something more sincere, before he paused and smirked slightly. "Plus, you're going to hate it when it starts peeling. Worst itch ever." He said, earning a scoff as she playfully punched his arm.

"Oh please! It can't be that bad!" She laughed, the tense atmosphere completely vanishing. Yeah, that was his girl alright. Soft, sweet, and a hell of a lot more stubborn than he gave her credit for. She was tough alright, and he loved her for all of it.

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[hhighkey]

Tanjiro + 2 surprise characters of your choice crush headcanons?

AN// yes!! wasn’t sure if you only wanted demon slayer characters but always feel free to request again :)

Demon Slayer Headcanons

THEY HAVE A CRUSH

With Tanjiro, Rengoku, Sanemi

Kamado Tanjiro

total sweetie to you

definitely always nervous around you - literally sweating bullets you’re concerned

inosuke will literally be yelling at him in the back ground to make a move

he bring you flowers

totally makes cute bracelets for you

braids your hair

combs your hair

type to draw fake tattoos on you as him marking you

if you’re not a slayer definitely teaches you self defense- it’s fun to watch you attempt to use a sword

if you are one, definitely wants to train with you

him having a crush on you means lots of hugs - literally whenever he sees you or has to leave

will try to sneakily put an arm around you in any situation he’s not good at being sneaky

likes it when you hold onto his arm

always walks on the outside

pats your head

i feel like he gets jealous easily

not necessarily the best at sorting through those emotions so he may lash out or ignore you if he’s jealous

he’s an emotional, strong headed boy who will do anything for those he loves, and you’re no exception

will absolutely move mountains for you

needs lots of words of affirmation

just wants you to smile

and boy takes forever to ask you out so you may have to take the reigns there

he just needs a little nudge

Rengoku Kyojuro

your biggest supporter!!

doesn’t matter if you’re a civilian or a slayer he’s got your back

he’ll legit just show up at your place with flowers asking you on a date

his smile will never falter around you

listens to every word that escapes your mouth like it’s his gospel

you will never doubt what his plans are as he courts you

you’re basically all he thinks about when you’re together and apart

thinks about outfits he can buy you, food to bring you, date ideas

absolutely obsessed with you, your happiness and safety

and you’re all he talks about

everyone’s getting annoyed regardless of if they know you already or not

tengen has been trying to convince him to ask you out already for weeks and he’s losing his mind

both of you are well aware of your crushes on each other but both are slow asf on making moves

you would die of embarrassment if he turned you down so you’re not risking it even if he’s constantly taking you places

and rengoku is scared

every day he falls for you more and more

but that’s more attachment and worry

what if you get sick like his mom?

what if his family situation makes you run away?

he has you meet his brother and dad before going any further

it doesn’t go great but also not terrible … so no complaints really

he’s actually happy when he sees you and senjuro interact

he’s a gentlemen through and through so it’s a slow process with him i firmly believe he has a lot more going on emotionally than the show shows so like huge walls that need to be broken down there

but finally as you’re sitting out on the engawa at your place watching the stars, he gets on his knees in front of you so you’re eye level

his normal confidence has turned into nerves

“i hope you’ll hear me out as i confess to you!”

duh

his lips are so warm

his body is so big and warm

he feels so perfect

and you’re so tiny in his grasp and he makes you his ah

y’all break apart, breathing hard as he’d kissed you with all his might

he’s grinning as he kisses your forehead

“i’ll love you forever,”

Shinazugawa Sanemi

i think sanemi would be confused by his feelings

why is his chest tight?

why does his heart race when you’re around?

why does he always look for you whenever he’s back from a job?

oh no

he refuses. no he will not allow himself to even indulge in the thoughts of you

he’s gotta make himself hate you now

that’s his solution to this

so he’s a total bitch to you

just will say hurtful things he knows will get to you because he knows you so well

but at first you think you can see right through this act

but you’re tired of his abrasiveness after weeks of him being different with you

so you just decide to give up which shinobu supports fully

he immediately notices your lack of presence, how you avoid him, hell you won’t even look at him anymore when you’re in the same room

he’s confused and sad

idiot

so he storms up to your estate one day, banging away on your door

you’d been napping and so confused about what all the noise was

a wild eyes sanemi is there as you open your door, immediately pushing his way in

“where the fuck have you been?” he yells

“what?”

“you won’t even look at me!”

“you’re mean to me,,, why would i?”

“no i’m not i love you-“

oh shit

both you just stare at each other in shock by his words

“you’re a jerk you know that, you can’t be mean to someone just because you like them!” this makes you cry

you’ve been on a roller coaster because of him and all because he was being a pussy about his feelings

straight up doesn’t know what to do when you start crying

when he tries to hug you, you push him away

so he tries again and this time you can’t escape from his strong arms

“i’m sorry, let me make it up to you,”

he’s gonna have to do a lot of shit for you to forgive him - whoops

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[iheartchv]

hiiiii idk If you're doing them still but can I get a cod match up? 🫧

Im 21, 5ft3, have bluey/green eyes, im really pale with lots of freckles and I have like a deep ginger/auburn hair color with bleached front strands (they were gonna be bangs but I got nervous about full blown bangs lol).

I typically wear lots of black and alternative styled clothing, but I'm also a huge fan of big sweaters and cozy clothes. I have a lot of little tattoos and several piercings (mainly nostril and navel since I took several others out cause they irritated my skin so much 🫠)

Im a florist at the moment but I'd love to become a tattoo artist so I'm kind of in limbo but outside of work I do art and love painting! I'm also a big fan of nu metal/alternative style music and use most of my paychecks to go to concerts or festivals. If I'm not at a show I'm probably curled up in bed like an oversized housecat, I love a good nap or just to laze around a bit

Thank u again!! I love ur work 💜

-🫧

🤔 I'll pair you with...

Simon "Ghost" Riley 💀

I think Ghost would fall for you

He sees you from time to time

It's almost like a routine for him whenever he's off duty

He sometimes watches you enter/leave the flower shop you work at

Other times he sees you shopping

And you see him as well

Though you didn't seem to mind it

It felt... more safe with him around

He wasn't someone you'd forget

Who else would walk around with a skull face mask/balaclava?

And though you were curious as to why he wore it, it wasnt your business

You both would exchange small waves or some sort of greeting anytime you seen each other

Soon you both knew each other by name

"I'm Y/N. What's yours?"

"Ghost."

"Nice to meet you."

"Mmm"

One time you sent him a small smile and he looked away quickly

That left you wondering if you had bothered him somehow...

There was a day afterward, however, he helped you out with a theif

You and him happened to be in the same aisle, looking at the shelves of food on sale

Ghost saw a suspicious person walking by, and kept an eye on them

He then saw them quickly grab your bag from your cart while you weren't looking

They were sneaky, but he was even sneakier

He went after the theif

Then you turned to find your bag gone

"Hey, where's-"

You didn't finish your sentence because at the end of the aisle there was a commotion

Ghost and someone else wrestling on the ground

Then he came back with your bag in his hand

"Here you are, miss. Bastard tried to run off with it."

"Thank you"

You couldn't help to give him a warm smile

"Yeah..." he softly said and gave a nod, his eyes darting, feeling a bit bashful

If you invited Ghost to a concert, he'd most likely would accept because he wouldn't go if you weren't there

He'd see you have a good time, singing along, cheering, and dancing/swaying to the music

The music was great and all, but he found you to be hypnotizing

🖤

Loves tattoos

I headcanon that he loves tattoos and piercings

As you can see, he's got tats of his own

You show him your artwork, and he agrees with you being a tattoo artist

He knows you'd be very good at it

Over time he would develop feelings for you, as do you

When you both are alone, you tell him how you feel

He's a bit shocked for a moment

But he accepts them, and then tells you he feels the same

#//thanks ;;v;;~♡; yw I hope you like your match ^v^7~♡ #ask #request #call of duty matchup #cod matchup #matchup #match up #cod mw #cod mw2 #cod mw3 #call of duty modern warfare 3 #call of duty modern warfare #call of duty modern warfare 2 #cod ghost #call of duty ghost #simon ghost riley #simon riley #ghost x reader #iheartchv

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Loki Masterlist

Disclaimer: stories are fictitious and should not be taken literally, the behavior is entirely imaginative and the content may be inappropriate

Updated & repaired: 16/07/2023 (if a story won't load or something else, please message me and let me know)

MAIN MASTERLIST

Fluff🌺  Angst 🌩️ Smut❤️‍🔥

5/7 STORIES:

5 Types Of Kisses 🌺

MY HEADCANONS W/ OTHER CHARACTERS:

Speak In Flowers 🌺 Flowers speak their own words and show their actions. And your man loves to speak it out loud.

Visiting Your Hometown 🌺 how would your boy act when you drag him along to your hometown

Helping You To Accept Your Stretch Marks 🌺your boy helps you accept your beautiful stretch marks as they are...pure perfection

Explaining To Your Man Kdramas🌺I (V) wrote small drabbles that paired my favorite men and dramas that I absolutely love

Dating A Tattoo Artist 🌺 being a tattoo artist and your boyfriend being part of it

When Tough Times Occur 🌺Life itself can be a pain and with its obstacles, it can seem impossible to overcome it but that’s what makes us stronger as people.

Someone Rubs You The Wrong Way With... 🌺 how would your man protect you when someone doesn’t mind your business

Having A Shower ❤️‍🔥having a shower with your man sounds like heaven right?!

One Thing He Loves About You (Physically Or Mentally)🌺 the title spoils the ending a bit

No Nut November ❤️‍🔥in the glory of No Nut November, you make a bet with your liver saying if they fail you cuff them and use them to your liking but if you lose they get to fulfil one of their fantasies. And you are keen on it to make them lose, by any means.

ASKS:

Give Me 2 Lifeline (w/Nuada)❤️‍🔥 I don’t know if you’re familiar with Prince Nuada from Hellboy but I was wondering if you could do a piece that’s Prince Loki and Prince Nuada fighting over Fem Reader but end up sharing her. Lots of angst and NSFW content. I love a good Sub/Dom dynamic. It would be AMAZING if you could whip something up 😊🥰❤️

My Little Secret 🌺 🌩️ May I request a how Loki would react to meeting a child he never knew he had fic?

Toothache Crush 🌺 Could you do a Loki x reader Where reader has a toothache and anxiety so they try to avoid the dentist and the others are dreading taking reader so then Loki offers to fix it (like normal way) and afterwards Loki finds out about readers crush and Loki feels the same

DRABBLES FROM MY 🧠

Misfit God And A Mortal 🌺 Loki and Y/n promise and vow to each other to be together until the ends of time as a bog design looms over Asgard

First Date Flutters 🌺 Loki enjoys his First Date

Going To A Ball With Loki 🌺

My Love Is Eternal 🌺 Loki knows how to respect his love, he is a prince after all

Thank Doctor Strange 🌺 🌩️ Strange offers his magic to help y/n and Loki

I Fell In Love With You, Not Them 🌺 a little bit of insecure reader where Loki confirms just how much he love y/n

Loki Meeting Your Mother 🌺

Pillow Talk 🌺

Spending New Year 🌺

Mornings With Loki 🌺

Visiting Loki 🌺 🌩️ Y/n pays a visit to Loki with Thor’s sneaky help

Prayers For Loki 🌺

Having A Secret Relationship 🌺

Loki’s Helmet 🌺

One Love Short 🌩️ Loki trades himself to save his love

DIFFERENT AUs

Biker!Loki ❤️‍🔥 what would the God of mischief look like as a biker

MULTI-PART STORIES

Flower, My Flower 🌩️ the long awaited prequel of Loki, My Loki where Loki and Y/n share a final moment before deciding what to do for their relationship

Loki, My Loki 🌺 🌩️ Loki sees how much of a heartbreak he left behind

SHORT IMAGINES

Talking About The Future With Loki 🌺

Teaching Loki How To Vogue🌺

Loki Teaching You The Waltz🌺

Hands 🌺

Loki Teaching Your Royal Ethics 🌺

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Punk Princess

Ao3| Part 1| Part 2| Part 3| Part 4| Part 5 | Part 6| Part 7| Part 8 (Next Part)|Part 9 | Part 10

And just like that, a tradition was born. Every Tuesday night, when Hopper was out working the late shift (because apparently Steve lived with him and El what? ) Eddie would come over to the Hopper-Harrington residence and host DnD nights.

This was quite literally killing Eddie. 

“Gareth, dude you don’t understand, now that he’s more healed up than before he’s started walking around in like tank tops and he has a monster tattooed on his fucking arm. I didn’t think he could get any hotter. And, and he is so fucking soft with his sister El, it’s insane. Like a total mom about her and it’s killing me. Gareth I’m dying, I’m dead, I wanna suck his dick so bad” Jeff groans from somewhere in the back of the garage, setting up a few of the amps.

“Eddie I swear to god, I’m going to kill you if you don’t shut up.” Gareth grumbles, slamming a drum stick down on the symbol for emphasis.

“Yesterday he fucking, just sat in my lap on the throne they have for the game set up, because there wasn’t a chair and it took everything in me not to pop a woody right then and there. Have you seen his ass?”  Eddie couldn’t contain the dreamy sigh he let out as Mack cursed him out from somewhere to the left. 

“Wait, you said he had a tattoo?” Jeff perks up leaning his arms on the amp in front of him. Gareth groans.

“Jeff, don’t encourage his behavior.”

“Jeff my man, he has two tattoos, the one on his arm is this super sick art work of some creature whose mouth opens like a flower and it’s just covered in teeth. Will told me he drew it for him and they call it a Demogorgon even though it looks nothing like the actual one in DnD. And there's one on his hip, although I don’t know what it is cause I only saw a little bit of it peaking out once but it looked like flowers or something.”

“Wait Steve knows DnD?” Mack is the one to speak up this time, and Gareth just bangs his head on the drums in front of him.

“Yes!” Eddie shouts, hopping up off the couch he’s on to pace out some of the energy just thrumming under his skin. “Sometimes when we play, he’ll be with the girls like braiding Max’s hair while El braids Robins and he will just, fucking chime in with his knowledge of something or other that’s happening in the campaign. Dustin gets unreasonably attached to whatever Steve recommends too, even if it might be a poor play.” 

“Huh, maybe you should invite him to Hellfire.” It’s Gareth that speaks up this time, a mischievous glint in his eyes that makes Eddie feel a little nauseous.

“No, absolutely not.”

“Eddie come on, you never shut up about the guy, and this way it’d give you another reason to spend time with him. And we wouldn't have to hear you wax poetic about his ass during a campaign.” Jeff offers out, and actually that’s not a bad idea, even though he can see Gareth and Jeff and Mack exchanging sneaky looks out of the corner of his eyes, he thinks they might actually be on to something, Because if Steve comes to Hellfire, he’ll be on Eddies turf, and maybe for once he’ll have the upper hand and get Steve flustered. 

“Alright, yea I’ll do it. I’m gonna ask Steve to join Hellfire.” He nods his head spinning on his heels and scooping up his guitar. “Are we gonna practice or what?” 

He just barely misses getting hit in the face by the drum stick Gareth sends flying at him.

~

Eddie’s absolutely terrified walking into school Thursday morning. He’s got a whole speech planned out to convince Steve to join Hellfire staying up late to prepare and practice it, but he just knows in his gut he’s gonna fumble the execution. 

Gareth comes saddling up next to him as he makes his way down the hall towards the outside bleachers where they usually spend Hellfire’s free period. He knows Robin and Steve are usually out there as well so the conversation is sneaking up on him fast.

“You gonna ask him?” Gareth whispers in his ear, a shit eating grin spreading across his face.

“Obviously.” He knows you can hear the nerves in his voice and Gareth just throws his head back and laughs.

“Alright, good luck.” He offers before skip stepping over to where the rest of Hellfire is sat, and Eddie takes a deep breath, squaring his shoulders as he turns towards where Steve and Robin are.

He fucking flat lines.

Steve's standing on top of the highest part of the bleachers, his battle vest sitting over his black denim jacket open to reveal the soft pastel blue sweater he has underneath, and his arm is outstretched with a long roll of paper, pretending like its a sword or something as he marches back and forth. His hair is spiked slightly today to make it a cross between a traditional mohawk and the fluffy hawk he usually wears it as, and his eyes are lined in a bright blue liner with gray smoke around them. He notices idly that Steve had pierced his other eyebrow to make up for the one Billy had ripped out, and he’d shaved a little extra in the scar where the old one was so he has a slit in his eyebrow now.

Fuck he can’t do this.

Shit why is Steve so fucking hot.

He can hear Gareth and Jeff cackling off to the right as he just stands there, hands in his pockets open mouth gaping at Steve, but he can’t get his feet to move.

“Oi, Munson.” It’s Robin's voice that brings his brain back online, Her hands waving back and forth over her head. “Come here, I need your opinion on something.” And who is Eddie if not too oblige to that demand. So he takes a deep breath and squares his shoulders and saunters his way over to them.

“Okay so Steve thinks he’d be a barbarian in DnD right? But I’m convinced he’s more of a Cleric. What do you think?”

And isn’t this the perfect opening. The universe shinning down on him for the first time in his life, and he’d be stupid if he didn’t grab this opportunity by the balls and run with it.

“Actually, Stevie, I think you’re more of a Paladin.” Steve stumbles slightly on the bench he’s still marching on, hands shoved deep in his jacket pockets now, Eddie can see a soft blush rising to his cheeks. “Like okay, you know how Paladins have their belief and their oath right? Well your oath is totally the kids, or in this case The Party you’d play with. And you’re damn loyal too so you’d bend over backwards to make sure your party stays as safe as they possibly can no matter the quest.” As he talks he sees Steve's cheeks steadily grow redder and redder, scratching the back of his neck and turning his face bashfully. Hook, line.  

Eddie’s on his own turf now, he’s just gotta see if he can drive it home.

“If you wanna try your hand at it, we are starting a new campaign in Hellfire tonight, and you can join. Robin too.” Robin's face lights up, joy mixed with mischief and he wonders if it’s a good idea to actually have her in the same room as Gareth and Jeff. But Steve's eyes are shining a bit as he ambles down the bleacher bench till he's standing almost nose to nose with Eddie.

“You asking me on a date, Munson?” God fucking damn it, this fuckers smooth . Eddie groans internally, because apparently Steve seems to always have the upper hand, and Eddie can't catch a break. Taking a deep breath, Eddie rolls for charisma and leans a little bit closer to Steve, the tips of their noses brushing.

“See if you can even survive the campaign and maybe I’ll think about taking you to dinner, Princess.” Steve’s eyes grow big and he sucks in a sharp breath through his teeth, nodding his head slightly.

And sinker . Eddie’s got him right where he wants him.

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#Punk Steve #Punk!Steve #Steve Harrington #Eddie Munson #Steddie #Steddie fanfiction #Hexx Drabbles #Gareth is so done #punk princess fic

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Feeling good before gym 🪐

#so happy to be back at the gym #felt cute #tattoo #sneaky flower tattoo #selfie #me #my face #girls with glasses #girls with tattoos #tattoos #flower tattoo #mine

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🎶 brand new tattoos by SayWeCanFly

(AU) Eddie Munson x fem!reader

[a/n] I know I said I'd be finishing first love soon but it's been a tough couple months and I'm slowly getting back into writing again. I really hope that the inspiration will stick for me to finish it but thank you to anyone who's read and waiting for the next part. Here's a little songfic I put together since rejoining the internet again.

[warnings?] bad childhood, insecurities, rejection, abandonment, having children/being pregnant, hypothetical divorce?

other works available here!

I found silver in stone,

Inside, flowers of gold

Deep inside my soul

Like moths to a flame, the town fled to hear the new rumours that tarnished the Munson name, as greedy as they were they thrived off of the pain it caused, revealing in the destruction it would bring. Despite this, the Munson men carried on with their lives, stuck in a bubble of coldness that only the gentlest souls were prepared to see past. 

For Eddie it felt like he was trapped between the identity of two people, neither portraying the real him. At school he played the outcast, the weirdo, the one that would never become anyone or anything in this world, just as his father and teachers told him growing up. 

Meanwhile, at the hideout he became the stereotypical heart throb, nothing but a piece of meat to fuck and chuck as soon as the next groupie got bored. Typically the other way around, he’d become a notch on some randoms belt, the relationship so superficial you could wipe it clean with a makeup wipe. 

But he wanted more. He knew he deserved more.

And I’ve walked miles from home

I’ve walked miles alone

But I’ve learned to love this winding road

When you first approached him, he’d been cautious, the prank of pretending to be his friend being played one too many times for his liking. It wasn’t until you’d mentioned that you were new to Hawkins, that he’d figured you probably didn’t know who he was yet. However, what he wasn’t expecting was for you to simply shrug him off and sit next to him despite his clear warnings. 

You were new to Hawkins, that much was for sure. The first time he’d seen you was at the beginning of English, you’d smiled and waved across the classroom before turning towards the front and resuming your position in the worn out book you carried around. Assuming you meant to look at someone else he awkwardly looked to the side like a deer in the headlights, before putting his head between his cool hands to fight the warm heat rising to his cheeks, thoughts going a million miles an hour, somewhat ashamed that for a split second the believed you were looking at him. 

She’s got brand new tattoos

And I’ve got holes in my shoes

She’s got a beautiful dress

And my suit’s been torn up to shreds

Months passed with the same routine of him feebly denying any attention you sent his way, coming up with an array of excuses for reasons why you weren’t interested in him. He wanted so badly to approach you, perhaps ask you on a date yet anytime he gained the confidence it was quickly snuffed out by the other students entering the room or passing him a snide comment. 

He would never admit this to you, but you’d become the highlight of his day. Even the hellfire members had noticed his longing stares in the cafeteria, deciding not to tease him this once, enjoying seeing this new side to their usual stone faced DM. 

Behind the scenes he had no clue there the sneaky Henderson boy was quietly scheming to push the two of you together. The idea of you both dancing around your obvious feelings but neither making a move driving him crazy.

She still dances with me

Though I step on her feet

She still

Wants to love me

Neither of you knew how it happed yet one fateful day you’d agreed to be his girlfriend, the memory forever ingrained in his mind reminding him of the reasons why you were the one for him. 

‘Sweaty palms and wilting wildflowers he’d run towards you almost tripping over the curb. Your angelic smile enough to make him weak at the knees as you greeted him with a shy kiss and wide doe eyes. The two of you planned to celebrate graduation in private, apart from having each other, the warm summer breeze and quietness of the woods felt right. 

You’d both danced around the idea of making your relationship official however, for Eddie he needed the affirmation. His biggest fear being that you would simply walk away, that everything the two of you had was a lie or means to an end. Logically he knew you would never do that to him but with nothing to offer you other than love, why would you want to stay In Hawkins with him?

Needless to say as the words slipped his mouth you’d agreed immediately and the rest was history.’

I’ve watched, angels grow weak

And I've heard the devil as he speaks

Whispers and screams

Sure there were ups and downs in the early stages of your relationship, fears and worries needing to work themselves out before settling down. For Eddie while loving another came easy, the desperation to give and receive meant being torn between letting you in or pushing you away. Ingrained into his DNA it would never be as simple as flipping a switch, the active reminder that he could possible lose you at any given moment being the motivating factor to battle his demons. 

You on the other hand, fully supported his rockstar dream. Never wanting to make him choose between you and his vision. Yet as human as it was you grew scared that he’d realise he was way too good for you. When he could have anyone he could possibly dream of once leaving this town behind, why would he choose you? Why would he stay with you?

The beautiful thing about being human was making mistakes and learning and growing from them, as difficult as it was the both of you would make it out together, regardless of the hypothetical fallout.

But my arms are open so wide

And will be, until I die

Only for you

The day of your wedding was coincidentally the day you’d found out you were pregnant with your first child. Fear and excitement bundled into one where not only were the vows you spoke to each other, but also to your future family. With silent promises made and tears of happiness flowing you welcomed the next chapter of your lives with open arms and full hearts.

In Eddie fashion he’d almost cancelled the wedding, as you walked down the isle moments after telling him the big news he’d insisted you at the very least sat down for the rest of the ceremony, justifying the fact that you needed to save your energy and stay healthy for his own sanity because god forbid your feet ache after standing in heels all day. 

He’d soon learn that if anyone needed to sit down it was probably him, the view of a baby being born from between the legs he knew so well, more than enough to knock him out cold. 

At least he’d be prepared the next time.  

She’s got brand new tattoos

And I’ve got holes in my shoes

She’s got a bright red rose

And I’ve got a head full of thorns

But I’d still pick them for you

Ten years later and your third child on the way he could finally say all the blood sweat and tears wasted in throughout his youth were worth it. There was no waiting for the ball to suddenly drop, no final wake up call or ultimatum, fighting for you and vice versa was more than worth it and he’d be an idiot to think otherwise.

The once lonely, broken child wondering where he fit into this world now meant something. Becoming the person he was now from the person he was before, wouldn’t have been possible if he’d been given the easy path to follow just like he once wished. The memories and hardships carved into his skin through wrinkles, scars and faded tattoos served as his reminder that even in the darkest days he would be just fine.

She still dances with me

Though I step on her feet

She still, 

Wants to love me

#pbs-thedesecrated #stranger things imagine #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things #stranger things x reader #x reader #eddie munson au #eddie stranger things #eddie munson x you #eddie x reader #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson oneshot #eddie munson x reader #joe quinn imagine #joe quinn #stranger things fics #stranger things imagines #stranger things au

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Cant get him out of my head so here’s this

warnings ig? : mentions reader wearing a bra

convincing xavier to give you your first stick and poke tattoo, he finally gives in on the condition that he gets to pick the tattoo and the placement. you trust xavier not to tattoo anything too crazy on you so you agree and when the time comes he asks you to meet him in his art shed after school.

when you get there you see that he’s cleared off enough table space you to lie down on it, complete with a towel covering it and another one rolled up acting as a pillow. you hop up on the table and look over and see he has a couple needles and mini cups of ink.

“where’d you get needles on such short notice?” you ask curious, “Wednesday. she had extra unused ones left over from her parents birthday gift” he responds “of course she did” you laughed slightly as a comfortable silence, minus the music he has playing in the background, takes over while he finishes getting everything organized. eventually he tells you to lay on your side and lift your shirt slightly. you’re like ??? because first of all the ribs is a moderately painful place to get a first tattoo and secondly that’s a very intimate place to get a tattoo, especially from xavier.

you look at him, eyes widening a bit and he just tells you to trust the process. “what if the pain is to much?” “you’re more than welcome to hold my hand if you need to” he’s such a flirt.

you do as he says and lay on the table, facing away from him obviously because you knew your warm face and neck would’ve been a dead give away to how much his proximity was affecting you. you jump slightly as he places a cool alcohol pad on your side and wipes the area he’s gonna be working on. he sits down on a stool and asks you if you’re ready and you breathe in deeply and nod bracing yourself for the pain.

you gasp as his none dominant hand slides across your stomach making goosebumps rise and he chuckles a bit holding you steady while the hand holding the needle sits in it’s starting place pinky out and rubbing against the underside of your bra to keep his hand from being shaky, so he says. you’re hyper aware of every move he makes and are tempted to break the tension by joking about how he’s not wearing gloves. you’d run the risk of him actually getting up to find gloves though and you quite like the rough feeling of his fingertips sliding over your skin as you breathe in and out. so you settle for closing you eyes and trying not to tremble as he starts poking your skin repeatedly, etching a piece of his art onto you forever.

it’s hard to hold a conversation with xavier when he’s deep into his artistic mode so you just enjoy the chase atlantic playlist he has playing while becoming numb to the feeling of a needle being stabbed into you continuously. he checks in with you often to make sure you’re still okay before he eventually finishes and leans away to grab a mirror so you can see the tattoo fully.

it’s the bud of a flower that has not yet bloomed. you look at him in confusion hundred of questions running through your mind about why he choose this as a tattoo. before you can get a single question out though he raises his hand and the flower bud blooms into a beautiful red spider lily, your favorite. you stare at him on shock as you didn’t know his artwork cold move on anything other that paper. you have the sneaky suspicion he didn’t either seeing as his expression basically mirrors yours.

“Xavier, what would’ve happened if that little trick of yours didn’t work?”

“… i would’ve owed you a very big apology.”

now every time he greets you or says goodbye, he runs his hand up your side to make the flower bloom. it’s a cute little secret you guys share :))

#i am down so horrendously bad for him it scares me #this was supposed to be a drabble #…clearly i got carried away #love him tho #xavier thorpe #xavier thorpe x reader #xavier thorpe fic #wednesday series #my first time writing please be gentle

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yes yes yes!!!! All the scenarios of tattoo artist aizawa x s/o florist started bombing in my head 😫😫 I just love him too much

I missed you so much too my love 💘💕💓 how you’ve been? I’m in the process of moving in let’s say so I’m stressed but relieved at the same time, I’m cleaning 24/7 but everything’s great. Oh, i also loooove mcr, did you liked the new song??

I’m blushing!!! I’m so exited my baby, I can’t wait to see which one you paired the reader with 👀 I’m feeling like a pervert asking you this god aldjajdbsj

I love you my heart 💘🥺 -🏹

Title : Fate

Characters : Tattoo artist!Aizawa/ Eri chan/ Gender neutral reader

Genre : Drabble/ tooth rotting fluff/ AU

Notes : At the bottom.

• Just a little something I came up with because the idea is so intriguing. I might revisit it one day and turn it into an actual story.

Masterlist

Reference

It was fate that brought you together, but it was love that joined you as one.

Shōta is a high school teacher by day, and a tattoo artist by night.

You are a full time florist, and your shop is right by Shōta's parlor. Though unfortunately, the only time you two get to see each other is when you're about to close your shop and he's about to open his.

You always exchange polite greetings and a few sneaky gazes, but nothing beyond that.

Until one day, you visit his shop to get yourself a tattoo..

Things develop for you after that one visit, and you learn a lot about each other until you become like the opposite sides of the same coin: poles apart but inseparable.

Eri is his own child from a previous unsuccessful relationship, her mother dropped her off one day when she was merely a toddler, and asked Shōta to take responsibility of her since she was about to get married and her future husband didn't want any children. It was surprising for him, he was unaware that he had a daughter, him and his ex had broken up many years ago after all.

He's an amazing father, and that was one of the many reasons why you fell in love with him.

You and Eri hit it off instantly and became really close since day one, to the point where poor Shōta started feeling a bit left out. He's blissed out though, since his two favorite people are getting along.

Eri visits you everyday and spends the whole day with you -Shōta brings her to your shop before going to school- it was both yours and Eri's idea.

You have so much fun together, and you even teach her a little about the different types of flowers and plants in general.

You even teach her how to make beautiful bouquets. Once, you two made a big one for Shōta for no particular reason, and he loved it so much to the point of framing it after it dried out. It's still hanging up above his bed.

One day, Eri asked if she could start calling you "mom/dad". That day was by far the happiest of your life.

You don't know it, but Shōta's photo folder is full of pictures of you and Eri talking, or playing around, or making each other flower tiaras.

Notes : Baby I've been extremely busy lately, but really happy because I love having my hands full 🤩 Oh sweetie congrats on your new home! I hope you make amazing memories there ❤️

Yes yes yes ! I loved My chemical romance's new song it literally brought tears to my eyes.

After so many years we get an amazing gift from them. 🥰

Don't worry about it baby I love all your prompts! You have some great ideas, I'm in the middle of it and I also finished working on 3 other requests. All I need is clean them up, proof read them, tag them and we're good to go!

#aizawa shouta #aizawa shota x y/n #aizawa shota x reader #aizawa shōta #aizawa headcanons #shouta aizawa imagine #shouta aizawa headcanons #shouta aizawa x reader #shouta aizawa fluff #bnha eri #eri chan #dadzawa #shouta aizawa x you #my hero academia imagines #my hero academia headcanons #boku no hero headcanons #boku no hero fanfic #my hero academia fluff

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089 | Aftermath

oh my heart!!! wow wow wow this episode was incredibly!! Morgan baby ;_; Joseph trying his best to be a good friend, sneaky Adeeb, peppy tired alien Mini!!! aaaaa im filled with so many feelings and i also feel like a huge winner

[ID: A digital drawing of Blodeuwedd Morgan, Mini Smithson, Joseph Teller, and Adeeb from Chapter and Multiverse. Morgan is sitting with Joseph, crying, her hands are in Joseph’s who is trying to comfort her. Mini is unconscious in the background as Adeeb stands over her worried. Morgan is a white women with long brown hair that glows with iridescence, Her arms and shoulders have Celtic love spoon tattoos across them that are glowing. She is wearing a white tank top secured with a blue  strap, blue jeans, and green and white sneakers. Adeeb is a brown man wearing a brown hoodie and brown pants. Joseph is a tall white man with gray eyes, he is wearing plain black baggy shirt and pants, he has a utility belt on his hip. Mini is a pale women with blue-black hair, she is wearing a pink shirt with light pink flowers on it and yellow pants with small white flowers on it. /End ID]

#cmv #cmv spoilers #Chapter and multiverse #chapter and multiverse spoilers #MultiversePod #Blodeuwedd Morgan #Joseph Teller #Mini Smithson #Adeeb #Adeeb Bin Yeslam #Eviee's art #Eviee's dailies