#i literally just walked into a tattoo parlor

[sunarintarotea]

new tattoo 😈

[merry-the-cookie]

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I had a shit ton of ideas about fuckboy!Leon since I saw the fanart made by @glacierclear a while ago, so I decided to write some blurbs about him because I'm obsessed. (At 1.1k words mind you) It gets angsty the further you read.

So, in a world where Leon was able to make the mistakes any young adult would, what would him being a fuckboy look like?

Fuckboy!Leon is a dickhead, a borderline asshole. It’s not entirely intentional, but that’s just the person he is, more so the person he’s become over the years. A literal walking red flag and isn’t ashamed about it, nor does he try to hide it. He’s a walking shitstorm, everyone knows that, and he wears it like a badge with a shit-eating grin on his pretty face.

Fuckboy!Leon whose aesthetic involves black painted nails, eyeliner, and piercings all over his face, more punk than anything, with a slight tinge of jock but that’s only on occasion. He still remembers when he went to a dingy tattoo parlor at 17 with a fake ID after some beers, getting his nipple pierced as a dare from Chris. That was his gateway into the piercing world, going back to do the other nipple to match, followed by some on his ear and now a tongue bar he likes to flash around.

Fuckboy!Leon is a known frat boy and party go-er. You’ll probably find him near the keg drinking straight out of the tap, or playing beer pong as an excuse to drink more. He’s also a social smoker, if there’s weed around from a friend of his, he’ll take a hit or two of a joint just because he could. Despite him being a party animal, he’s actually really smart. A high academic achiever, top of his class and enjoys reading. He just comes off as such a nonchalant douchebag nobody seems to care to ask him about school.

Fuckboy!Leon is an impulsive mess. He’s always getting himself into some shit, whether it be fights or arguments, or being defiant with authority. He just doesn’t give a shit about the rules or labels, thinking it’s all overrated. He’s hotheaded, stubborn, and thinks he knows everything. His ego paired with that vulgar mouth of his constantly gets him in trouble. 

Fuckboy!Leon who is a flirt, a cocky one at that. He doesn’t pay any mind about how he’s perceived, being too annoyed with people as a whole to really give a shit what others think of him. A cornball at heart, he’d have signature one-liners that would make some people roll their eyes, and others drool at the mouth. Most of the time they’ll do the job, but sometimes just sometimes, he’ll get that rejection that he’ll brush off as if it were nothing. Only he’ll think about it for the next few days and try again to remedy that rejection by asking that person again on a shitty date. It doesn’t work.

Fuckboy!Leon who has the reputation of a whore on campus. Everyone knows about him, about what he does or can do in any given setting. You’ve heard of the stories passing by the halls, both girls and guys talking about how well his mouth is and what he does with his hands. Not to mention, how he’s certainly not shy about what he’s carrying. So his ego matches his attitude given that he has a reason to be cocky in the first place.

Fuckboy!Leon who has commitment issues and doesn’t do relationships, much less anything regarding any establishment of intimacy. He doesn’t want the stress of dealing with feelings and actively avoids situations that involve them. All he wants or looks for, are people who are willing to give him a good time, no more and no less. Though as much as he frequently deprives himself of that, there are times when he craves affection from another person. He shuts those ideas down with a quick shot of cheap tequila or some weed, whichever works faster.

Fuckboy!Leon that has this façade of not giving a fuck about himself or other people. That didn’t happen naturally. He used to be the guy who was constantly looking out for others, being reliable, and always saving people while nobody fought to save him. That version of himself died after being hurt one too many times, building an emotional wall that was impenetrable and would protect him from being wounded again. Nobody could hurt him so long as he didn’t let them get too close. 

Fuckboy!Leon who has abandonment issues and is scared of intimacy. He’s been left alone and forgotten by the same people who said they cared about him. The last thing Leon wants is to try to mend the pieces of himself after someone was finished using him. So he doesn’t invest in people or personal relationships outside of friendship. He learned a long time ago that if he keeps people at a distance, they can’t hurt him.

Fuckboy!Leon is insecure to a degree. It’s not that he doesn’t think he’s attractive, he is and he knows that and uses it to his advantage. But he oversexualizes himself because he thinks that’s the only way people would want him, the only way he can get people's attention. All this does for him is make him question his self-worth constantly, and doubt whether or not anyone views him as a human being instead of someone expendable. 

Fuckboy!Leon who constantly self-sabotages because he doesn’t think he’s good enough for happiness or love. On top of the trust issues he has, he feels that once he has something going for him, he’s waiting for the other shoe to drop. He’ll find a way to mess things up for himself to get the result he’s used to having. Leon doesn’t want to risk being in a position of vulnerability, so instead he’ll hurt the other person before they get the chance to do it to him first.

Fuckboy!Leon who despite the trauma he buries and usually dismisses, all he really wants is someone to care enough about him to want him in their life. He was always there when people needed him but when it was time for him to need help there was nobody in his corner to support him. He wishes that for once, someone cared enough to fight for him instead.

Fuckboy!Leon who underneath that cocky, irritating, and emotionally-detached persona is someone that wants to be loved. He’s so certain he isn’t worthy of that and thinks nobody would be willing to try for him. He thinks he’s hard to love, that it’s all rotten work. He’s a douche sure, but he’s a sweetheart underneath, one that is too scared to come out. All Leon needs is someone ready to give him a chance, and with a lot of patience and guidance, it will be something so fulfilling that the way he’s viewed by other people and himself will change for the better.

I'm totally not thinking of writing a fanfic about this but shhh.

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[coupsie-daisies]

Kinktober '23: Body Modification | Xu Minghao

Pairing: Tattoo Artist!Xu Minghao x Reader

Genre: Smut (minors DO NOT interact), Kinktober 2023

Summary: A drunken confession to your best friends leads to you getting a tattoo from the prettiest man you've ever seen, and a loud mouthed best friend gets you a little more than you bargained for

WC: 3.5k (I literally don't know how this happened)

Warnings: tattoos, mentions of alcohol and drinking, fingering, oral (reader receiving), Minghao has several piercings (including a tongue piercing), slight degradation if you squint?, Minghao is bold and loves eating pussy, mentions of marking

A/N: Yeahhhhh there's gonna be a part two to this because when I tell you that this was just supposed to be the opening to the real idea I had...and then it got long and well overdue so forgive me for that heh

Tags: @dragonofthenorth0726 // @wooyussy // @burningupp-replies // @bunnypig18 // @decaffedthoughts // @brownieracha // @ferrethyun // @snow-pegasus // @walkxthexmoon // @aesteraceae // @wonuqrtz // @mixling-blog // @wonwooz1

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You did stupid things when you were drunk, this wasn't new information for you. And yet somehow you always gave in when your friends asked you to come out with them. You were beginning to rethink that now as you sat in the waiting area of a tattoo parlor, fidgeting hands clasped in your lap.

It was a dumb slip up after mentioning that you'd always wanted to get a tattoo. Your friends got all excited, insisting that you had to do it, that you'd look so hot with a tattoo, that you needed to step out of your comfort zone or you'd end up becoming an old hermit who never did anything but sit in your house and watch dramas. The last one stung a bit, you had to admit. But the real nail in the coffin was Mingyu announcing that he'd texted his tattoo artist about setting up an appointment.

And see, it wasn't that you were afraid, you were just...unsure about making the life-long commitment that came with getting some random man's art printed on your body forever. Especially when it was going to hurt the whole time. You were about a second away from just chickening out all together, turning tail and leaving the shop when your name was called. You looked up, eyes wide like a deer in the headlights. It was just the receptionist, bleach blonde hair with the longest legs you'd ever seen. He smiled, and it put you a little bit at ease. After all, he'd been nothing but sweet when checking you out.

"Minghao should be just about ready. I'll walk you back." He said. You nodded, getting up to follow him back as you nervously fiddled with the hem of the skirt you wore. Easy access, Mingyu had said. "To your thigh for the tattoo!" He'd added after a solid smack to his arm from Wonwoo.

You tugged it a little lower. Maybe it had been a bad choice to get a tattoo in a place that would leave so much of you exposed to a complete stranger. You didn't have time to overthink it because the man in front of you slowed to a stop, knocking on the door in front of him before swinging it open.

The inside wasn't exactly what you'd been expecting, there were a few plants carefully placed around the room, and the music that was playing was nothing like the intense atmosphere you'd been picturing. There were pictures hung up over near a small desk, grinning faces and dorky images of a group of friends goofing around in various settings, and a stuffed frog sitting in the corner of the desk with a miniature birthday had strapped to his head. You smiled.

But the most unexpected part had to be the man sitting on a rolling stool in front of a tray of only slightly intimidating materials. He was breathtaking. Dark hair swooped in front of his face where he was leaned over, and you could see the glint of metal speared through his eyebrow. He was long and lithe, one arm covered entirely in absolutely beautiful tattoos that spiraled and swirled against his tanned skin.

"You must be Y/N." He said, finally looking up from what he was doing and taking the black gloves off of his hands. He stood, shaking out his hair and letting it frame the most beautiful brown eyes you'd ever seen. How the fuck had Mingyu never mentioned that his tattoo artist was a walking wet dream?

"Yeah. Yup that's me. Minghao?" You guessed, shifting your weight to try and relieve the tension that was now tightening through your body. He nodded again. His smile was merely a polite curl of his lips before he turned to the other man still lingering to make sure the both of you were good.

"You know, you're supposed to wait for an answer when you knock on a door." He said, and you saw the teasing glint in his eye as the blonde rolled his eyes and muttered something about Minghao being behind schedule and trying to save his reviews. "Thank you, Jun. We're good here. Right?"

He looked at you and you nearly shivered, but you managed a nod and a tight smile.

"Yeah. Good." You agreed. Jun seemed more than satisfied with that, telling Minghao to grab him if he was needed.

"Hop up here, get comfy." Minghao said, motioning towards the leather seat. You carefully settled yourself into it, letting your legs stretch out and your head tip back against the headrest. You could feel your heart hammering all the way in your stomach, nerves beginning to overtake any coherent thoughts that had been in your mind before. "Nervous? Mingyu said you might be. But I promise you're in good hands."

You laughed weakly.

"Yeah I didn't exactly expect to do this. But my friends didn't give me a chance to argue. So here I am." You said.

Minghao turned to face you again, brow furrowed for a moment.

"You can back out if you want. I won't charge or anything for the appointment. I don't want you to decide to do this just because you were pressured into it. And I can tell Mingyu off if you want me to. Could be fun." He said. Your stomach fluttered at the genuine tone of his voice. Still you shook your head.

"I can't, they'd never let me live it down. And I really do want the tattoo. I have for ages. I'm just kinda scared. Never been good at commitment." You joked. And, thankfully, Minghao laughed quietly at your comment.

"Okay, might as well get it over with, then. Which leg are we doing?" He asked, and you patted the one you'd planned out. He nodded, rolling himself into place and bringing the tray over where he needed it. He was relaxed as he explained the plan.

"Okay, can I touch you?" He asked, his hand hovering above your thigh and you swore you could feel the want burning you from the inside out. You nodded again, and he smoothed his hand carefully over your leg, up your thigh until he was stopped by the hem of your skirt. "Gonna move this, okay? Tell me if you're uncomfortable."

He pushed your skirt up, guiding you to move a little bit so he had better access to the spot he needed to get at. Once your upper thigh was exposed, he laid the stencil he'd made over your skin.

"You gotta tell me exactly where you want it. This is the part where we can change things up. But once I start inking there's no going back, yeah?" He looked up, eyes dark and intense.

"Understood." You said. "A little bit higher, I think? And just a little to the- yeah, right there." You said finally, and he hummed. You brought your hands back, putting as much distance between the two of you as possible while he was laying the stencil out onto your leg.

The process of him preparing the tattoo gun was terrible, anxiety flooding through you as if you would drown in it. The buzzing made you jump, and you barely caught the flash of amusement that flicked across his face.

"Alright, we're gonna get started now. It's gonna hurt a little, but I know that you can take it. Just a little pinch. And if you want to take a breather, just let me know, okay? I'm here for you, so don't feel pressured to power through." He said. You swallowed and agreed quietly. You watched as he started up. The pain wasn't as bad as you'd imagine, though it was taking a lot of focus for you not to flinch away from the particularly bad stings.

It was mostly quiet as he worked, occasionally interrupted by one of you asking the other a question or commenting on the music that was playing. He had good taste, you learned, you had similar music tastes. He'd been tattooing since he finished school, and he'd done some of his own as well. And he had more tattoos than you could count on one hand. You could see the several on each ear, the one in his eyebrow, one in his nose, and the one that adorned his tongue (which you tried really really hard not to stare at when he spoke), but you couldn't see the others and you'd be lying if you said your mind wasn't racing at the idea of him having his nipples pierced.

"We're halfway done," He said finally, "You're doing fucking amazing, knew you'd be perfect for me." He said, wiping over the spot he'd finished. You tipped your head back, stifling a tiny whimper at the way he talked to you and trying not to let your thighs clench. You cleared your throat before looking down at the work he'd done.

"Woah," You said softly. He sat back, a proud look flickered in his eye as you examined his work, dark ink swirling into the shape of a cherry tree branch in full blossom arching just below your bikini line. "It's amazing. I can't believe it."

"Glad you like it. Do you want a snack? Something to drink?" He asked, taking a moment to stretch. You admired him as he did, the lean muscles that flexed in his arms.

"Uh, some water would be nice." You admitted, and he got up, striding to the mini fridge to pass you a water and grabbing his own iced tea. While the both of you took a little break, you pulled out your phone, sending the group chat between you and your friends a series of scathing, vicious texts berating Mingyu for not giving you some sort of heads up about how sexy your tattoo artist was.

The rest of the appointment went smoothly, something you were eternally grateful for considering the very precarious situation you were put in. You had completely soaked through your panties, you had no doubt, and if you moved just right you were sure that Minghao would be able to see the wet patch from where he was working. Hell, his knuckles were a few inches away from it, and you kept imagining what would happen if he moved just a little closer. If he touched you where you really wanted him to instead of just the spot on your thigh that he was very professionally focused on.

The session had ended with him wrapping the tattoo up carefully and giving you an instruction packet on how to care for it and his card. You eyed his personal number that was printed at the bottom for a moment before slipping it into your wallet.

"I want you to come back in about 5 or 6 weeks so I can make sure it's healed okay and see if it needs any touching up, okay?" He said, reaching a hand out to help you up. You took it, letting him pull your weight up easily and then letting it drop to smooth over the fabric of your skirt as if that would iron out the flustered energy that you were filling the room with.

"Okay, yeah. I'll see you then. Thank you for everything, you're amazing." You said. Minghao grinned then, his tongue poking out to play with the metal bar running through it for a moment before he pulled it back.

"Anything for you. I look forward to seeing you next time."

You made your follow up appointment on the way out, Jun giving you a mischievous smile as you said goodbye.

After that, you spent a truly humiliating amount of time thinking about Minghao. First when you got home and your hand found it's way between your legs to deal with the mess you'd made there, then again every time you'd peek at the mark he'd left on your skin, something even deeper than any mark you'd ever taken before, and you could only imagine how delusional you could become if you let yourself.

Every day proved a challenge as you watched it heal, cleaning it carefully just like he'd instructed and admiring the art you'd become a canvas for. It was everything you'd wanted it to be and you were endlessly amazed that anyone had the skill to make dreams come to life. Although if it was Xu Minghao, you supposed that it made sense.

The weeks passed slowly, and while you never forgot about Minghao, the constant knowledge of how easily he got you worked up with a few innocent words and the press of his hands against your thigh faded to the back of your mind. Work took precedence, and spending times with your friends who you did not in face throttle for sending you in blind. All in all, your life seemed to have moved on.

But as you returned several weeks later for the follow up you'd scheduled, it all came rushing back. The reminder that Minghao would be seeing you, that maybe he'd touch you, that he'd be so focused and so kind, it hung heavy over your head and settled as a warmth in your core.

It wasn't Jun manning the desk this time, instead some mildly intimidating woman that you didn't know who walked you back and knocked on Minghao's door. She waited until it opened, an agonizing few seconds before he was in your sight, and the moment you saw him it all came rushing back. Your body felt like it was overheating, and you didn't miss the deliberate, slow way his eyes scanned you up and down. He tipped his head, reaching up to mess with his hair.

"Y/N. Welcome back. Did you miss me?" He was teasing you, and your laugh was breathless and nervous as you smiled.

"Course I did. Why else would I come back?" You asked. And for a brief moment you considered getting a whole lot more tattoos if it meant getting closer to him, spending more time bantering and learning the parts of himself that he didn't reveal right away. Hell, you might even be convinced to ask him to pierce you somewhere.

"Come in, I've got it from here, Chaer." He said, a hand on the small of your back guiding you into the room and closing the door fully behind you. He hadn't done that last time, leaving it just a little bit ajar in case anything was needed. The new vulnerability that being shut in a room with him brought made you a little nervous.

Minghao took a moment to get prepared, settling down on his stool and gesturing for you to get comfortable in the same spot you'd been in before.

"So, how's she looking? Do you like it?" He asked, motioning to the barely visible ink poking out from under your skirt - a different one than before, one that made you feel a little more confident. You beamed.

"It's perfect. I think it's all healed up." You pulled your skirt up with a load more confidence than you had before, and you heard Minghao take in a small breath, his lips pressed into a thin line for a moment before he was reaching out to touch you. He wasn't wearing gloves this time, just brushing his bare fingertip along the edge of the art.

"Look at you. It looks great, healed perfectly. You must be a good listener." He said, tipping his head up to look at you, and the darkness in his eyes made you shiver as you nodded slowly.

"I like being good. Have to take instructions well." You said softly, and you saw Minghao swallow. God you wanted him so goddamn badly. He squeezed your thigh.

"Don't close them." He said, startling you a little as he took the first step across the line. Had you been clenching them? You hadn't even noticed, too distracted by the hungry look in his eye and the throbbing between your legs. "I saw the way you looked at me last time. Mingyu said you think I'm hot. Called me a walking wet dream, is that right?"

You swallowed as his hand slid towards the inside of your thigh, pulling them wider apart. He watched you intently as your head tipped back, breath coming out as a shaky gasp for a moment before you were looking back at him. He tipped his head, clearly still waiting for an answer.

"Yeah, that's what I said." You answered, barely above a whisper. But even so, with just the two of you in the room and the music so quiet in the background, it echoed in your ears. He chuckled, lips curling just a little, and you damn near whined his name. "He wasn't supposed to tell you that."

"What? Like I couldn't see you getting all wet for me last time. Practically had your skirt hiked up around your hips. Took fucking everything in me not to touch you." He admitted, slowly pushing at your skirt to get it out of his way. "But you'll let me touch this time, right? Make you feel good. Gonna take such good care of you."

You nodded, a needy whine slipping past your lips. Minghao tutted, mumbling for you to use your words. You huffed, and he gave you a warning squeeze to your thigh, blunt nails digging into the soft flesh there

"Please, Hao. Want you to touch me." You gave in, and he gave an approving nod before pushing your thighs apart and knocking your skirt easily out of the way. How long fingers found the edge for your panties, teasing along them before slipping under the flimsy fabric to feel your dripping folds. He was slow as he dragged his fingers through the mess he'd coaxed out of you, coating his fingers in your arousal before pulling them away to slide your panties down your legs.

With your lower half finally bare for him, he took a  moment to appreciate the sight, but only a singular moment. Then he was pushing your thighs apart and burying his tongue between your folds, lapping like a man starved at your arousal. The sudden feeling of him eating you out had you choking on a wail that you were certain anyone else in the building could hear, but he didn't seem bothered by the thought one bit. If anything he was spurred on, humming appreciatively as his lips wrapped around your clit.

You carded your fingers through his hair, revelling in the unfamiliar feeling of cool metal rolling against the underside of the bundle of nerves. He knew exactly how to utilize it, the perfect pressure dragging against your clit followed by light suckling that had your hips lifting up towards his mouth.

He slid a finger into you, never pulling his mouth away as he pumped it slowly into you. He was careful, experimental, desperately trying to find every spot that would draw out those pretty little sounds from your mouth. He slid a second finger inside, scissoring them open carefully and making you hiss.

"Hao, please." You nearly whined, hand tugging at the dark locks of his hair, not sure whether you meant to be pushing him away or pulling him closer. He hummed against your pussy, burying his tongue as deep as he could alongside his fingers, your clit bumping against his nose and making you bite down on the back of your hand to keep from wailing loud enough for the entire city block to hear.

Your orgasm crashed over you in waves, leaving your thighs trembling and your breath coming in quiet gasps. He kissed over your thighs, carefully lapping up the mess of spit and cum that had smeared on your skin, all the while running his fingertips over the ink he'd left on your skin. His phone buzzed on the table next to you, and he sat back, wiping the wetness on his chin away with the back of his hand and reaching to grab it. He read the message, lips curling into a small frown.

"I have a client that just scheduled for 15 minutes from now." He said, looking up at you with that same disappointed look. "I wasn't done with you yet."

His words make your lips part, a small, flustered laugh filling the quiet before you found your words.

"What time do you get out? We could grab some takeout and eat at my place. Finish this after?" You said. You sounded much more confident than you had anticipated, especially given that you had just been ravished by the man like you were a five course meal from a Michelin star restaurant. Minghao smiled even so, and the pale pink that tinted his cheeks made it hard to believe what he'd been doing only moments prior.

"Yeah, I'm off at 8. I'll see you then?" He asked. You nodded, making a mental note to thank Mingyu after you throttled him for spilling your secret boy talk. But maybe having a loudmouth best friend wasn't always bad.

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[thewritersaddictions]

Day Twenty: Lady Alcina Dimitrescu + Mind Control/Body Modification

You really can't remember how you managed to get a tongue piercing. When it had happened? Where, or if the lady of the house knew about it.

It had been her daughters. Her beautifully crazy daughter had dragged you out and into the booming town of the village below the large ornate castle.

Bela, Cassandra, and Danelia all just wanted to let loose. The hot, sticky summer days gave ease to their entrapment during the freezing winter months.

They flittered and floated around the town. Bar hopping from one place to another as the day went on the looser we all got. Until we ended up at a tattoo parlor. The four of you had all gotten matching tattoos.

Little bugs that had wings to fly and a little sun to fly towards. How you managed to be the only one laying on your back. Tongue pressed between a pair of cold forceps. A quick sharp pain as the three watched you like hawks.

Just like that, you had a piece of shiny jewelry in your mouth. A ball on each side of your tongue that felt weird at first. They all cheered for you as the four of you walked out with a gleeful attitude.

You played with it in your mouth until you and the sisters arrived back at Castle Dimitrescu.

Days, weeks went by. You were really sure what your relationship with the lady of the house was. She liked you as a pet, but she yearned for you while you were gone. She saw how good you were with her naughty daughters. It was a sticky situation. Your tongue swelling went down, then it just became a part of your everyday life. The feeling of something pressed underneath your tongue, but also above it pressed into the roof of your mouth.

It wasn't until Dimitrescu had a written note sent to your bed chambers. Inside is her beautiful cursive writing, it said. "My dearest, I know that I've been ever so busy with things lately. I feel as if I haven't seen you in ages, so come to my chambers tonight. Kisses Y/n." Dimitrescu letter read.

Even just here words on the paper had your stomach twisting in knots of anticipation, and lust. Your relationship with the lady of the house wasn't conventional by any means. You had at one point been a simple maid, your job title had then been switched to a caregiver for the girls who were madly in love with someone new to play with.

From there things grew. You were once again switched from the girl's personal handmaiden to Lady Dimitrescu's personal handmaiden. Your relationship changed after that your heart burned with passion for her, and so did hers. Once again you were put into an odd place. Dimitrescu didn't want you to ever leave, but she didn't want to keep that title above your head.

You tie your robe around your waist and make your way toward her room. You barely have to knock on her bedroom door. A silky voice travels through the wooden door. "Come in." You push open the door. "Oh Bubba, you came," Alcina murmurs as she sits up on the bed.

A much larger robe wrapped around her. Her hair is out of its tight curls, and she looks warm as coaxes you over to her. "Of course, I came my lady." You said as you walked over to her.

She shook her head, "What have I said about that Bubba?" Alcina asks you. You still to this day had a hard time calling her by her name, Alcina wasn't what you had been taught to call her. My lady slipped out at least once or twice when it was the just two of you.

"I'm sorry my… Alcina." You whisper. Alcina grabs onto your cheeks, cold hands in contrast to your warm, and already blushing face. "Smile for me, Bubba." Alcina loves it whenever you smile. Wild light that explodes from your toothy grin, it goes straight through her and into her heart.

Your face breaks out into a glowing smile as you snuggle into her touch on your cheeks. Alcina just stares at you for what feels like ages. Aclina scans over your brightest features to the lines on your forehead and near your eyes. She drinks you in literally taking you in for everything you can give her from just a little ole' smile.

Then her eyes catch something. A glint, a metallic shine on some sort. Alcina doesn't think about it until the fire's light makes it shine even more. Her face contorts, and yours follows suit. "Y/n?"

Alcina never really says your name, but when she does it means she is serious. You echo her, 'Alcina?" You whisper back to her. "Open your mouth for me, Bubba." She demands of you. Her eyes go wide when you open your mouth and stick out your bedazzled tongue.

"What is this shining in your mouth?" Alcina doesn't sound mad, hell she doesn't even have an emotion on her face. You swallow as Alcina takes her cold hands off your face. "Well…" You start off. Alcina has yet to take her eyes off the rhinestone on your tongue. She watches it move as you tell her the story of the girls wanting tattoos, and how they had bet you to get a tongue piercing.

"You aren't mad are you?" You ask Alcina. Her yellow eyes flash quickly with hurt, and then she's back consoling you. "My sweetness I'd never be mad at you for something like this." Alcina reaches over her thumb grazing over your bottom lip.

You two stay like that for a few moments, before Alcina says what she's been thinking since she caught the glimmer. You see the smirk on her face, and then her words hit your ears. "You know Y/n I've always wondered what it would feel like me on." Your face goes hot with a blush.

Thinking up all the scenarios that Alcina could be talking about. "Do you wanna…" You can't get the words out. "Do I wanna what sweetness?" Alcina is ever so a minx. "I… you…" You bit your bottom lip searching for the words. "I wanna…" You don't even finish your thouhgt before your delved in. Crashing into Alcina lips.

The kiss is searing, in a hot sort of knee buckling way. Alcina wraps here long fingers around the back of your neck, and when you lick her lips for entrance into her mouth she moans. It only pushes you further. Hands burhsing up agasint soft robe fabric. "Take this off me please." Alcina begs you. You never seen, or heard Alcina so desperate for touch.

You follow her request. Stripping her of the robe, throwing it off into the room. She stands there so tall, and so bare. Her skin lights up with goosebumps as you trail your fingers up and down her curves. She moans at your light touches. "Don't tease." Alcina warns. "I'm sorry… I just like touching you is all." You murmurs as you leave a litter of kisses on your way up and down her body.

That's before Alcina picks you up and shifts the both of you towards the soft surface of the bed. She lays you ontop of her. Your own robe gives way, showing off the shorts and tank top you wear to bed.

Kissing up and down Alcina jaw and neck. She hard grips harder when you suck a little bruise on her skin where the shoulder, and neck met. You follow down her collar bone down between the valley of her breasts. Her hands shifts landing in your hair. You suck yet another bruise between her breasts. And when you look up to fancy your work. Alcina is already on the verge of bursting with lust.

You get back to work. Licking up her kiss, kissing the little but best spots for her. Everytime you lick Alcina skin she whines, and moans. "Oh fuck Y/n, you dont… oh hell you don't know" She can't get her words out.

It's not until you shimmy yourself between her large thighs, and are face to face with her dripping cunt. You take a quickl glance up at her. She yellow eyes are blown out with lust, her cheeks are red with a thick layer of blush.

"Don't make me…" You don't let alcina finish when you lick a sticky strip from her leaking hole to her clit leaving it kiss when you come up. Your hands come spreading her apart. Dripping further down onto the fresh linens. You blow cold air onto her cunt. She shivers and moans at the action.

You can't hold back anymore. You care not for rhe breathe you need as you stuff your face into her wet, dripping cunt. Everythng just feels right, and damn the encoramanet that you hear from above you have you wishing you could get some sort of relief out of it as well.

You licks around her swollen clit, and a harh hand come to tug at your hard pulling you. Using you for Alcina own plesure. You are no longer fucking her with your mouth. Rather she's fucking you with her cunt. When you do manage to slip a set of fingers into her cunt she's tight as always. Sucking you in as your pull out and push them right back in. "Oh sweet fuck!" Alcina moans out, her head is thrown back and her eyes are shut tightly as your lick her clit the rinestone tongue peicing hitting it just right.

Two fingers itching just the right spot to make Alcina vision go white with passion. Her cunt squeezes your finger tight as she moans out loudly and cums all over your face. Your face is drenched, down to your tank top.

When you come up from between Alicna thighs she's worn out unable to lift her head and take a look at you. "Alcina, did I make you squirt?" You aks your voice husky and deep. she graons and shake her head a little.

You shift moving up to lay next to the worn out lady of the house. It's silent for only a moments time. "You must know my dear that I haven't felt that good in such a long time." Alcina says as she looks over at you. She looks so content, calm for the first time in a long time. "Thank you my sweetness." Alcina murmurs. "Of course." You get up grabbing your robe, and wiping down your face before getting a wet cloth and cleaning up between Alcina thighs.

when you go to leave her chambers, a small tired voice calls you back. "Stay with me?" Alcina asks you don't dare ignore, or deny her.

Completed on: 08/01/23

Posted on: 10/20/23

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[nat-space-obsessed]

"I'm 23." "No, You're Not."

Crossposted on AO3!

It turns out to be very hard to get a tattoo when you look eternally 14.

Prompt by @charcoalhawk

"Kid, You're like twelve. That's a fake ID. I'll get in trouble if I let you get a tattoo here." 

"As I said, I am literally 23. I've been 23 for five months now. It is on my ID. I swear to you that my ID is real." Danny repeated for the third time that hour. 

Danny had been going to get a tattoo, his second, actually, and both times so far he had come across one issue: 

His eternally 14 year old face. 

"I told you, this can't be a real ID, you look twelve."

"I look fourteen, thank you very much."

"You realize that doesn't help, don't you?" The girl behind the counter retorted. 

No, it doesn't. 

One thing about being immortal is that you forget that you are immortal. Danny's ID has his birth date and his current photo. It's not his fault that he looks fourteen!

Actually it is. He's the one who died. 

"If I told you it's a health condition, would you believe me?"

"Not without a doctor's note. Either way, kid, even if you are somehow older than 16, you can't get a tattoo even with parental consent. We live in Illinois."

Danny hated being locked out of things due to his perceived age. Even when he was in college, and all of his classmates thought he skipped a bunch of grades to get where he was. Every time he met someone new he had to go through the same spiel. 

'I'm nineteen, yes I look young, it's a medical condition, yes I am in my second year of college' yadda yadda yadda. It had been four years and it only got worse. 

It was worse when he was going to different age restricted places, such as bars and tattoo parlors, which thought that he was a literal kid. 

"Look. I already have a tattoo, isn't that enough??"

"How do I know you didn't have a friend do that for you, huh? I remember middle school with all of the stick-n-pokes."

"Does this look like a stick-n-poke???" No, it doesn't. It was a full color three quarter arm in a neo-traditional style. It was a ghost, because he loves his irony. 

Danny kept staring at the girl behind the counter, not blinking the whole time, as she stared at him incredulously. 

"I'm going to have to ask you to leave if you keep being a problem."

"I'm not being a problem! You're the one who isn't listening as I try to explain my situation!"

"Kid, you aren't going to get a tattoo from this place." She sighed. "Look, I can call my boss and she can make the final call on it." 

"Yes! Please! Do!"

The girl in front of him walked into the back room and called a name that Danny hadn't heard since high school. "Hey! Star!"

Wait, Star? 

"What is it now, Kay?" A familiar voice rang out, in an exasperated voice. 

"Look, there's this kid at the front who says he's 23, he has an ID that looks like it checks out, but he looks twelve. Literally twelve." 

"God, Kay. Just tell him no!" A woman walked out from the back room, and looked at Kay, then made eye contact with Danny.

"Wait, FENTON? Damn, you literally haven't changed since freshman year!" The blonde girl laughed. 

"Star! It's been so long, I can't believe you recognize me!" Danny smiled. "You started a tattoo parlor?" 

"Yeah, after high school, I decided to apprentice at that one parlor down the road from school? Yeah you know the one, right?"

"I got my first tattoo there! this one," Danny pointed to his three quarter. 

"Was it James? I apprenticed under him." Star smiled at Danny. 

"Wait, Star, you know this kid?" 

"We went to high school together. I was a bit of an asshole, but we made up at the end of senior year! We'd all been through a lot together, you know what they say about trauma bringing people together!"

Danny smirked at Star. "You still in contact with Paulina?" He started, "Have you heard about her new girlfriend?"

"Oh yeah! We had a double date not too long ago, you know, me and Kwan."

"I always thought you and Kwan would get together! You guys were always pretty good with each other."

"WAIT, wait wait, so Star, he's not lying about his age??" The girl behind the counter said. 

"Yeah, he's looked that way since freshman year, some sort of medical condition, right?"

"It was a whole thing in senior year, we were comparing yearbook photos, it was so funny to see Dash freak out like that."

Danny and Star laughed at the memory. 

"So, can I get my tattoo now?" 

"Oh for sure! I'd love to get you started on that, do a quick consultation." Star led Danny to her office in the back. 

The girl at the front counter grasped her head in frustration. 

[nanamin-nah-nanamine]

This is for the matchmaking, I'm a non-binary person in my early 20 who is extremely introverted, i struggle with social situations when I'm alone, i also struggle with depression and anxiety which makes life rather hard, i have been diagnosed with autism so when i get interested in something that tends to be my main interest for months if not a year or more. I am a very emotional person i cry at everything and anything honestly, due to being diagnosed with Autism very late in my life i have spent a lot of time masking, to make myself appear as normal as possible, so much so that i don't even know what I'm actually like normally. Even though i am a very anxious person i have a major case of Resting Bitch face, so much so that some of my friends told me they were scared of talking to me at first because they thought i look mean.

I'm a very creative person, i love expressing myself in ways that don't have anything to do with talking, i also love fashion and i usually dress in a mix of goth and comfy clothes, though comfy clothes usually overtake my need to look fancy due to major dysphoria so i usually opt for large hoodies. My hair is currently in a chin long undercut which is a kind of very light pink/purple due to the colour fading over time, i have green eyes, wear glasses and have a septum as well as tattoos. I'm also currently a major in art and Theatre, mostly focused on painting. I am a theater kid at heart, i love musicals and have acted in a few myself. I'm also Pansexual so i will literally just go for anyone I'm interested in no matter the gender.

Hi pookie! I apologize for the wait cause finals were a bitch but they’re finally DONE

Aight now lets get into this

Due to the information provided you will be matched up with…🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁

My lovely chosito osito!!(ignore everything that’s happened in 259😀)

Okay now walk with me🚶🏾‍♀️

I feel like you and Choso would really vibe together for numerous reasons. Choso is an eldest sibling so he’s incredibly patient and he’s proven to be very nurturing so I feel as though it would be second nature for him to always be thinking about you and how things might affect you. I think lil homie also has anxiety so he would be able to relate to you on that level, and since so much of this world is completely new to him you guys would be able to bond over the lovely overstimulation of day to day life.

From one autistic person to another I really feel like Choso would understand a lot more than some of the other characters? Idk I just get that vibe from him. He’s very blunt and straightforward, doesn’t cut corners in his explanations and he’s also got one hell of a resting face so I feel like he wouldn’t take lack of expression personally if you’re ever feeling burnt out.

Like I mentioned prior this boy is 🗣️NURTURING

He basically had to sub in as mom,dad,brother for all of those siblings so he’s got you bby don’t worry. I feel like he can be really protective and overbearing at times though but if that crosses a like for you then you just need to let him know. He’s no stranger to tears and he has no problem scooping you up in his arms and letting you cry it out.

If you wanna yap about a new hyper fixation you better believe Choso will listen!! The world is new and exciting and even though the bright lights and media tend to give him headaches, he can’t get enough of you relaying him the information because he’s kinda obsessed with you ngl.

Y’all with be THAT alt introverted couple who everybody is kind of scared of but are actually sweethearts. Once Choso figured out about department stores and piercing parlors it’s over for you bitches.

He thinks your tattoos are so cool and he’s kinda just like fascinated by the entire process. If you ever choose to get more he would wanna go with you but he’d be holding your hand and staring at the tattoo artist like this 😠

I also feel like he would definitely respect your pronouns once he wrapped his head around them because he is just not from this era so it’ll take him a bit😭 it’s genuinely just pure ignorance and not disrespect but he WILL get the hang of it.

Activities you do together include….

•going to see musicals and live theatre(he will be enchanted or overstimulated, it’s a 50/50 on this one)

•staying inside✨(a fan favorite)

•p i e r c i n g d a t e s

•painting!! More or less so him watching you paint but it’s the thought that counts🥰

[honkceasar]

PT. 2 OF WEIRDLY SPECIFIC PRIME DEFENDERS HEADCANONS I HAVE!!! ENJOY!!!!!

-William trans guy real!!!

He went on T during the timeskip after season one and totally forgot to tell Dakota about it when he came back. Then, upon realizing kota didn’t know, he tried to gaslight him into believing he always had a deep voice before eventually telling him

Dakota also just like,,, refuses to believe pre-transition William is the same person. Will showed him a picture of him when he was little one time and Dakota just said nuh uh that’s not you repeatedly (this one I’m absolutely projecting my friends do this to me all the time)

-Fuck it enby Vyncent canon too

Maybe gender works a little different in Vyncent’s world so there isn’t really a binary established like in prime. So he like,,, wouldn’t really be considered trans in his homeworld but is considered trans in prime. It’s all very confusing and dudes a superhero so he has bigger things to worry about. Bro is not about to unpack all that

-The gang all cuddle pile for sure. William always in the middle cause he’s cold. Dakota just kind of lays out flat and expects someone to crush him. Ashe isn’t really a fan of it but he’s joined in a couple times. They did it once while Mark was around and he was,, Deeply confused

-Dakota is flexible in an athlete way. William is flexible in a hypermobile way. Vyncent can’t even touch his toes

-Ashe maladaptive daydreamer real not fake they literally stay in the house all day listening to music what else is she gonna do?? NOT daydream uncontrollably???? I’m not fucking projecting shut up shut up shut up

-I could see Vyncent liking boxing

Dakota considered getting into it with him until he realized it’s all arms

-Ashe can’t swim

-Vyncent is pretty boring style-wise but all the other boys are some genre of alt and sometimes they just randomly force him to have drip

-William chronic pain truther also he floats a lot instead of walking cause it’s not as hard on his legs, probably used some genre of mobility aids during his powerless arc but I’m not smart enough to know which ones

-William definitely did all his piercings himself (maybe except the industrial I give him I literally don’t know how he’d do that one) and all of them are fucking crooked and wrong somehow. His gauges are also probably fucked up and blown out. His septum isn’t even close to the right spot but somehow healed anyway.

He probably pierced Vyncent’s ears for him too because imagine going into a tattoo parlor with those fucking ears dude. Big ass motherfuckers. Also Vyncent probably has so many fucking ear piercings he has so much room he’s gotta dude

-I think Vyncent would use origami’s powers to just,,,,, literally make origami. He’s made so many pretty little things out of paper I’m sure of it

-I need one of the prime defenders to be into photography. Idk which one it suits but I just,,,, I need it. I want to give it to Dakota because I don’t really have any hcs with him and artsy hobbies but also William would so be the type to infodump endlessly about vintage cameras

I’d like to imagine one of the boys has a Polaroid of the whole gang and Ashe in their phone case (if they even have phone cases??? I know everything’s like high tech futuristic but let me live)

[nnnyxie]

IZU ANON IS BACK!! So I spent the day in Paris and saw SOOO many couples so I felt inspired (that’s a lie I’ve been lurking around your blog but felt weird requesting so much so close together and didn’t want to overwhelm you so I waited😞) anyways

Hc’s for Soulmate!Izu x Tatooed!Reader because I’m sickly inlove with soulmate au‘s

Especially writing that shows up on the others skin<3 The reader just drawing super ugly cats and doodles all the time- I feel like Izu would be the more artistic one and reader would suck at it but still do it all the time (this is more me telling you my hcs rather than requesting them from you but i literally can’t talk to anyone else about this please bear with me😭) and Izu would like draw SUPER realistic and detailed all might portraits or something and then reader like get’s a villain tattoo because they’re ✨different✨like that and Izu freaks out and somehow finds them through that??? This is like half a fic omg i just got carried away😭 feel free to ignore this I just absolutely went off I’m so sorry ily

izu anon…… your mind….. ABSOLUTELY BEAUTIFUL.

i’m utterly in love with this idea.

i feel like the tattoos won’t transfer BUT!! the stencil that they USE for it does!! (ykwim?? the purple/blue ink they use??)

so one silly little day, he’s just relaxing yk. it’s his day off and he is using it to catch up on a show todoroki’s been raving about (which is unusual for todoroki so you KNOW it’s good!!)

our boy has his old ratty blue t-shirt and worn out grey nike shorts on. feet kicked up on his ottoman, his calves exposed. (do you see where i’m headed?)

now— imagine his surprise when he gets up and notices the purple/blue print of a villain on his right calf!!! (im thinking late 80’s)

he genuinely panics— like he’s seen these stencils before— a few were super badass honestly.

BUT A VILLAIN??? A VILLAIN???

he kind of feels sick because like— what if his soulmate is a villain?? (you’re not, you just like tattoos)

he immediately takes a picture of it!! he plans on looking for you— aka stalking every single tattoo artistry page and the people they tag in their posts, also their criminal data bases, and looking at everyone’s right calf when he goes on patrol.

he’s hoping that IF you’re a criminal/villain, he could help you to become— well, NOT that.

he also goes to bakugo about this and asks if he saw anyone get a tattoo of it recently (because bakugo definitely would get tattoos, i just know it. it’d be all skull and fire themes too) (plus he recently got one) bakugo just says, “the fuck? you think i know everyone with a tattoo? what kind of dumb thinking is that?” and poor poor izuku is panicking because he upset bakugo (he actually didn’t, bakugo was just taken aback by the picture) izuku apologizes profusely (bc that’s his thing) and bakugo go just tells him to stfu and that he MIGHT know who tattooed the image because he recognizes the style. sooooo he takes izuku to the parlor and introduces him to…….

YOU!!!!!!! yes, you tattooed yourself!!!!

you’re bakugo’s tattoo artist!!!

“dumbass, show me your right leg” bakugo yells in your small parlor, like an asshole. this makes you roll your eyes— you’re used to him, you’ve been tattooing him since you both were 19, which was when you finished your ‘tattoo training’. “keep talking to me like that and i’ll drop you from my cliental list,” you turn around after you finished sanitizing your station (bc all good artists do!!) “just show me your damn leg for the sake of this idiot,” he points towards izuku, that’s when everything goes in slow motion, and pro hero deku shines bright. he’s omitting a vibrant color and it’s nearly blinding (omg maybe your quirk is seeing/sensing auras)

(also, we’ll just say you’re wearing shorts for the sake of this)

you walk out from behind the barrier of the station and put your right leg on display. that’s when izuku chokes— it’s full of all the stencils he’s seen and… the villain tattoo. “fucking idiot, why would you tattoo a villain on you? you hate them,” bakugo slaps the side of your head, cause he’s an asshole. “cause it’s badass! plus it’s an old school villain, no one really knows ‘em.” you shrug and smack him back, narrowly avoiding his fresh tattoo (you wanted to hit it so bad) “anyways, why did you wanna know? and speak fast cause i have a client coming in twenty.” he forcefully takes izuku’s phone out of his hands, and shows it to you. “why am i looking at a blank screen? bakugo i don’t have time for this,” you push his hand back. “you didn’t let me unlock it,” izuku secretly rolls his eyes, you caught it though. he pulls up his gallery and shows a picture of his leg with your stencil on it.

your eyes narrow— not wanting to believe it cause like, you’re a small business owner and there’s no way a big time hero could be your soulmate. “yeah no, i have no time for bullshit. did someone send you this or something? trying to turn me in for a damn tattoo?” bakugo grumbles bc he’s ANNOYING (i love him) and grabs a pen. “draw something.” “you know i can’t with no reference. i’m shit without one.” “JUST DRAW! ON YOUR HAND! NOW!” “stop yelling all the damn time.” you grumbled and begrudgingly drew a horrible looking bunny. like— absolutely terrible !!! looking bunny onto your hand. bakugo, being the ass he is, RIPS off izuku’s glove and shoves his hand in your face. “bakugo. there’s nothing there. seriously you’re wasting my time, i need to set up. i don’t have time for jokes.” you go back to your station and start getting the ink ready. izuku rolls his eyes again— at his friend, not you. “that was the wrong hand,” he says in a slightly sassy tone, which was funny to hear from a pro hero. izuku takes his OTHER glove off and walks to you. “here,” he places his hand in front of you and you drop your tattooing gun.

“oh,” was all you said before walking into the back of your shop. you screamed a ‘what the fuck’ and walked right back out. “well, hi.” your smile is very awkward because like— how are you supposed to respond to that?? it’s not everyday that your soulmate ends up being a pro hero. “uhm… so can we meet after your uhm, next appointment?” he asks, very very shyly, it was like he was a high schooler all over again. you just give a head nod and write your personal number on the back of your business card. “uhm see you.”

months after that fateful day, you and izuku are officially together! he’s drawn you many designs for tattoos. (either for yourself or your clients)

now— izuku may be a very talented artist but when it comes to tattooing? absolutely not. he tried tattooing a small heart in between your fingers as a little practice thing and— let’s just say, it looks like a jacked star. (pls he felt so bad)

while it was a little ugly, you still loved it because he was the one to do it <3

OMG AND THE FIRST TIME YOU TATTOOED HIM— he tried not to cry. like— THIS MF USED TO BREAK HIS BONES DAILY!!! THIS MF FIGHTS BAD GUYS FOR A LIVING!!!! but it’s okay!! not everyone can handle getting a tattoo and that’s perfectly fine!!

ps most of his tattoos are all might hero based.

IZU ANON!!!!! i thoroughly enjoyed this <3

[the-type-a]

Words can not describe how much I love this blog! I have a few headcanons if you’d like to possibly expand on them?

Courtney and Duncan got back together a few months after All Stars, as she and Duncan’s mom were still in contact while he was in jail

Went to college together and while they both knew they would be married, they didn’t actually tie the knot until Courtney’s career took off

So, they lived in a two bedroom apartment right above Duncan’s tattoo parlor

Courtney wakes up early, Duncan forces her to cuddle and go back to sleep by refusing to move his arm off her

Courtneys parents HATE Duncan with a burning passion and that doesn’t change much over time, not even when they have kids

Courtney forces Duncan to listen to Taylor Swift literally every time they’re in the car

Going off that, Duncan proposed to Courtney at a Taylor concert. Courtney had just been accepted into a law firm, so this was a celebratory vacation with the KB5 + Gwen, Heather, and Alejandro

The wedding was actually really small and lowkey

Gwen, Cate (Courtney’s younger sister), and Bridgette were all brides maids while Heather was the maid of honor

Geoff was Duncan’s best man, and DJ, Alejandro, and one of Duncan’s brothers (I have no idea who tho lol) were all groomsmen

Duncans parents were there and for once Duncan and his dad didn’t argue. Courtney’s parents was a much different and sadder story though

Brittany was the flower raccoon, as kids weren’t allowed at the wedding. Courtney even put her in a tiny white dress

Speaking of which, Brittany is still very much alive and loves to ‘mother’ all of the Duncney children (mostly snuggling up to them when they were babies to keep them warm)

Thats all for now, but I have PLENTY more lol. Anyway, hope you enjoy :)

Aw, thank you!

Here are my little add ons:

I 100% agree with Duncney getting back together after all stars. Though it would be years later— the two need to mature quite a lot before coming back. I’ve always imagined it about five years later.

Courtney for sure stayed on track for college after the show ended. Duncan took courses in prison to stay ahead of the game. Plus it gives him a thumbs up on good behavior and reinforcement— making it easier to serve less time than expected.

Courtney’s parents will never see eye to eye with her choice of partner, but it doesn’t stop her from seeing Duncan. Maybe back when they were on the show their approval influenced her more, but never now. Unfortunately, yeah— they don’t give up that cold shoulder even when their grandchildren are in the picture.

At first it seemed like Courtney was forcing Duncan to listen to a bunch of her favorite artists, but over time he secretly liked it. He loves to hear her sing her heart out no matter what artist it is. He’ll even turn the volume down slightly to hear Courtney more clearly.

I feel like Duncan would propose in a very private manner. I just don’t see Duncney doing the whole concert, restaurant, stadium, video, etc proposals lmao It would be something extremely intimate for the two of them— and lowkey? Would probably stem from a joke about marriage but then Duncan would deadass look at Courtney and be like, “You want to get married though?”

Duncney would probably have both a big and small wedding ngl. They both have huge families that would take up the majority of the guest list before friends are even mentioned. But I do think they’d sneak away beforehand and do a small little courthouse ceremony with the KB5 + Gwen, Heather, and Alejandro.

Brittany is so protective of the Duncney children. Whenever they start walking she follows them and will pull them by there pants or whatever to stop them from bumping into a wall or corner. She’s their very own guard-dog— but ofc in raccoon form.

These HCs were so cute! I’m glad there’s so many of us still keeping the ship alive! 💜

[monsterrae1]

Seven Sentences Sunday

I’ve been tagged all week in other games and didn’t share much so I’m kicking off this round of SSS!

Edit: tagged by the lovely @panbuckley 🖤 and @911onabc 🖤

From the soulmate AU:

The shift ended up being long and busy, which left Buck dead on his feet by the end of it, dragging his feet all the way to the Jeep.

“C’mon,” Eddie said chuckling, nodding his head towards his own truck “I’ll drive you home”

Buck shook his head “Thanks, but you’re literally going the other way, besides, you have to get home to your sisters”

“Nope,” Eddie shook his head, walking towards Buck just to grab him by the strap of his bag and pull him towards his truck, Buck was too tired to fight him off “You’re dead on your feet, I’m not letting you drive like this”

“I’m fine”

“Sure are, c’mon, it won’t take me that long to drop you off, and I can pick you up later to come and get your Jeep”

Buck finally broke himself free at the reminder that he would have to leave his Jeep behind, as much as he wanted to spend all that extra time with Eddie, especially now that he was gonna see him less the next week while his sisters were here, he had to go into the tattoo parlor that night again and the thought of having to uber everywhere while his Jeep was at the station made him groan internally.

“Thank you, Eds, really, but I have to run errands later today and I need my car.”

Eddie frowned at him, before letting out a big breath, “You’ll let me know when you’re home?”

Buck smiled at his friend and nodded, “I will, you too, okay?”

“I will, and I’ll call you if my sisters drive me insane so I can hide at your place”

Buck laughed but nodded to Eddie’s words before walking back to his Jeep and finally getting behind the wheel. By the time he got home he had a text from Eddie waiting for him that he had made it home okay; Buck smiled and texted him back saying he was home, and once he had thrown himself to his bed, he snapped a quick selfie and sent it his way.

“Change out of your outside clothes, you heathen,” Eddie texted back, making Buck laugh, he double tapped the text to like it, before leaving his phone in the nightstand, undressing all the way to his boxers and passing out for the next few hours.

Tagging if they wanna share anything today: @brokenribsdiaz @loveyourownsmiilee @mysteriouslyyounggalaxy @shortsighted-owl @hippolotamus @honestlydarkprincess @bigfootsmom @alyxmastershipper @spotsandsocks @heartbeatdiaz @cowboy-buddie @buddierights @greyacebuckley @rogerzsteven @satashiiwrites @gentoodiaz @littlebitofdiaz @the-likesofus @elvensorceress @eddiesbicowboy @ebdaydreamer and whoever else wants to share anything !

[kookiesandcreams]

ART

Warnings: Soft dom jk, whiney sub reader, cunnilingus, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), tattoo artist jk (yes it's a warning) idk now tell me if I missed something and yeah hot jk

Pairing: tattoo artist!jk × fem reader

Genre: smut with teeny bit of romance

Summary: Your nervous self decides to get a tattoo. Unexpectedly you catch the attention of the tattoo artist. You are certain it doesn't stop there.

Wc: 2k+

A/n: someone needs to help me get over tatted jungkook. That mf literally walks around as if he isn't affecting us by any means like tf?

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The soul becomes dyed,

By the color of its thoughts.

For a nineteen-year-old, you were quite mature. Art fascinated you more than it should. For you, everything was a form of art. So you decided to ink your body and satisfy your soul doing it.

Reaching the tattoo parlor, the least you expected was an empty studio.

You pushed the door and stepped in to be welcomed by a chilled air-conditioned atmosphere and no one. The register book was open. Taking a close look at it, you found different tattoo designs scattered over the desk.

Your hand brushed the smooth butter paper, tracing the outline of a design. You felt something, goosebumps all over your body. Your connection with art was indescribable. You kept your handbag on the desk and collected the papers. Some of the designs were complete, intricate, and beautiful; while others, felt like they were missing something.

"Beautiful, aren't they?" His hoarse voice startled you. There was an awkward silence before you heard his footsteps clicking on the cold tiles of the floor. You wanted to turn and take a look at the owner of the voice but, you couldn't. Something about his aura and the chilled air didn't let you.

His silhouette loomed over you and you felt his presence behind you; physically this time. His arm slightly brushed yours while he tried to examine the designs. You felt trapped. Between his arms and, between your wants and your uncertainties.

You turned your face, hesitant at first. And yet again you were trapped in his onyx depth. "Beautiful," you couldn't help yourself.

"Its you."

"Huh?"

"Your reflection in my eyes is beautiful," his hands trailed closer to your waist and his face inched forward.

But before anything could happen, you placed your palms on his chest and fake coughed to show your disapproval.

"I- I am sorry," he kindly apologized.

"It's okay," you smiled at him.

He couldn't let his eyes wander off your face. Even in the darkest of nights, might your face be the bright source of light, he thought. You tucked the stray strands of hair behind your ear and looked down at your feet. Searching for words to speak, you found nothing.

"Hi, I'm Jungkook," he smiled.

"Hi, Jungkook, I'm Y/N."

"Cool," he stepped away from you and you sulked at the loss of that feeling that you just felt.

"Okay, so I will go set up the table and get the necessary stuff, till then you can sit here and go through the designs." He said and walked to the narrow corridor which you assumed would be taking you to the work room.

You sat there, looking at the designs and wondering what must be lying under that black woolen sweater. On the other hand, all Jungkook could think was how the ink would look on your divine body, how he wished he could color you in his love and passion. The color you red.

He smothers the sheets and gets spirit, design paper, and the machine as well. "Are you ready?" He called for you.

"Yes," you walked into the room, silence engulfing you. It was a rather clean table in a messy room. The showcase was modern, the LED had some reality show going on, and there were various designs pinned to the walls. They were incredible. Each of them held some kind of significance. Each tattoo had a symbolic meaning behind it.

"So, let's sit and decide? Or if you have something planned already, we can go ahead with it as well," he said.

"I had something on my mind but, now I want you to draw on your own accords. Looks like anything you draw defines art."

He smiled at your sudden bashfulness. "Sure, if you say so." He shrugged.

You sat on the bed-like table. "Where are you planning to get the tattoo?" He raised an eyebrow.

"Back? Is it okay?"

"More than okay," he smiled, showcasing his bunny teeth.

You turned your back towards him and started peeling off your top. Slowly and gradually you dropped each strip. This was testing Jungkook's patience. He hooked his finger in your bra strap and pushed it down. You gasped at this action of his. Turning your head, you captured his sweet reaction.

He rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly and mumbled a 'sorry'. You flashed a smile at him and continued stripping yourself further. His hand smoothed the skin on your shoulder as his fingers trailed nether. You arched your back and looked up at the ceiling.

He delicately took hold of your wavy waist-lengthed hair and tied them to a bun. Dipping the pads in alcohol, he rubbed it on your bare skin. The freezing liquid harmlessly burned your skin. Then wiping it with a towel he began with his business of designing your skin.

An hour later when he was done, he left your side to clean the machine and wash his hands, while you sat there marvelling at what it looked like. You were sure, this must be a piece of art as well but the intensity of the significance of the design intrigued you.

He dried his hand and took off his apron. You were struggling to get a glimpse of your new tattoo.

"Do you want me to click a picture for you?" He chuckled.

"Would you?"

"Sure," he smiled taking his phone out of his back pocket.

He clicked a picture and revealed it to you.

You were out of words for this masterpiece. He just chuckled at your amusement.

Paying for your tattoo, you left the studio.

"Y/N!"

You turned to see Jungkook taking long strides in your direction.

"Your number?" Presenting his phone, he looks away shyly.

You dialed your number and called yourself.

Well, that's how it began. Hangouts to coffee dates to a lot more than you could interpret and imagine.

"Fuck you look so pretty," he said, his hand gripping your waist. You were sure it will leave imprints behind but did you care?

No!

You wiggled in his lap as he did a quick work of undressing you. His cold fingers brushed your bare shoulders, tracing their way down to your arms and intertwining your finger. He kissed the back of your palms. "I like you like this; bare and vulnerable."

You started grinding your ass on his hard-on. You swear to God you felt him grow harder than he already was. He sensually kissed your shoulder and went further down, kissing your tattoos. You arched your back and sighed.

He locked both your hands in his hand behind your back and used his other hand to massage your breast while sucking at your neck. You couldn't help the string of moans and expletives that left your mouth. He smacked your thigh signalling you to get up and so you did. Turning around to look at him, you found him shirtless and eager to bed you. Your lips did the job of eliminating the gap between the both of you.

Your bodies were so close, that it seemed like you had unified. "Jungko-" he swallowed any and every word you have in your throat as he dives in for your mouth. He kisses you, and invades the space in your lungs, making you drown in him. You take a deep breath to anchor yourself. but all you end up doing is inhale more of him, his tongue slipping inside. He tastes like strawberries.

Gripping your thigh, he secures it around his waist. ''Jump," he commanded. You jumped at the cue and wrapped your legs securely around his waist. You felt his hard erection pressing against your body. You moaned at the feeling as he smirked at you.

"I love how responsive you are to such small touches," he sucked on your neck while walking to his bed.

You just whine in response. Well, what else could you do? Your bare front was pressed against his bare torso, your nether region was pressed against his hard-on, his thin but soft lips were sucking at your neck and everything felt so good that you couldn't speak.

He gently placed you on the bed and looked at you while getting rid of his pants and boxers. You grope the flesh on your chest as you look at him.

"Eager, aren't we?" You do not miss the cocky grin that appears on his face.

"Yes, now fuck me," you pleaded, expecting him to fuck you. But he was Jungkook.

He knelt in the front of the bed and grabbed your ankle jerking you suddenly. You sat and bent down to kiss him. His hands on your waist slid down to massage your thighs and coax them open. Kneading your inner thigh, you felt him very close to the spot but this man here won't give it to you easily.

"Just do it already," you whined pushing your lower half on his hand. His fingers traced your slit and felt the wetness.

"No fun," he parted your lips and gathered the slick. You threw your head back and sighed in relief. His finger prodded at your entrance before slowly entering in. He heard you screaming 'Jungkook' and smirked moving his fingers smoothly.

Adding another finger, he looked at your face. Your eyes closed tight, lips parted, head thrown back...you looked angelic. His third finger joined in and you gripped his wrist tightly. Biting your lip you muttered a 'no'.

"Baby," you could hear the warning in his voice, "have to prepare you for later. Be a good girl and take it," his fingers did a good work of stretching you open for his dick. You clenched around his finger and pulled them out instantly.

"Why?" You whined again for God knows how many times. He stood between your legs and grabbed his painfully hard cock, stroking it to fullness. The slick made it messy but you liked it.

You settled on the bed and waited for his move. He settled his legs on either side of your body and took hold of his cock aligning it at your entrance.

"Just do it, Kook," you had lost your patience.

He rubbed it at your clit and gathered the wetness, entering in with a swift motion. You moaned his name and scratched his back. He grunted as your walls enveloped him and your heat clenched around him.

His hips moved rhythmically, reaching the spot and making you feel like you were in heaven. "Jungkook, faster," you tapped his shoulder.

But this bitch was always up for teasing you. As if on cue, he slowed down. You could feel his cock dragging your walls, you could feel the veins on his cock, each drag taking you closer to your euphoria.

Suddenly he paced, you were a mess now. Blabbering incoherent words. "Kiss me," you demanded. He looked in your eyes and kissed your cheek. "Kookie kiss me please," he grinned and kissed the corner of your mouth.

You wrapped your legs around his hips and pouted. Your teary eyes looked up at him, "Kookie kiss me, please," you were so whiney today.

"Does my baby deserve to be kissed?" How you wished you could rub that smirk off his face.

"Yes, I deserve it,"

"Why?"

"Because I love you!"

He wouldn't admit it, but he did feel his stomach doing silly back flips. So, he showed you instead; he captured your lips in a careless kiss, it was filthy to say the least. That was all you needed to get closer to your already ebbed orgasm.

"Jungkook I'm close,"

"Hold on babes," he started rutting at an unimaginable pace.

"I cannot," you whined yet again.

His hips moving at such a speed, his mouth sucking at your neck, that was it. You came, your orgasm making you feel like paradise. You clenched hard making Jungkook groan at the tightness.

"Fuck baby, did you cum?" His moments never slowed.

"Sorry" you moaned. His cock was now overstimulating you.

"Don't be sorry, but you could have waited," he fastens.

"Aah Jungkook, stop I can't take it!" You shivered.

"Just a moment babes, I'm done."

After a few more thrusts he pulled out and came on your stomach. Tired from the activity he laid down beside you.

"Did I hurt you, baby?" He was genuinely concerned.

"No," you smiled and closed your eyes.

He grabbed a few tissues from the nightstand and wiped the cum off your abdomen and cleaned your thighs and privates.

Later he pulled you close to him. You snuggled closer to him seeking comfort and warmth. "I love you," he kissed your forehead and you both drifted off to sleep.

[gerard-ways-gremlin]

✮matching tattoos?✮

Bill x gn!reader

✮a suggested song for the fic from me!✮

You and Bill were sitting at home, eating some fast food, and talking about random things when you brought up the idea of:

"matching tattoos?" Bill questioned

"Yeah, I think it'd be cool, I mean, you already have some, and I have some, maybe we can match, like bff tattoos! what do you think?" You said, seeming kind of excited to do matching tattoos

"Sounds nice, but what would it be exactly, i mean, it should mean something, like a date or a specific object."

He was right, it shouldn't be just anything it should mean something to you two, and you thought the same, all your tattoos had a meaning, the butterfly on your forarm, the heartbeat tattoo on you chest, and the semicolon on your wrist.

You thought for a bit, then spoke

"I got it, bill what time of day did we meet?"

"It was when the sunrise just started. Why?" Bill said, kind of confused

"Would you say that our personalities are kind of like the 'black cat' and 'golden retriever' duo, or sun and moon as people?" You said

"Yeah, I would. Where are you going with this?" Bill asked

"We could get a tattoo like this," You moved your phone up to show the picture of the tattoo

"But instead of hands holding it, it could be with a black cat or a golden retriever holding it!" You said, sounding excited

"I mean, it looks good as it is, but if you want to, then yeah." he said with a smile

You smiled back, only downside ro this was: one, you had to wait since you were about to go to bed, and two, tattoos hurt.

[✮°•TIME SKIP•°✮]

It's the next day. You just woke up and didn't bother to change into anything yet, so you stayed in your oversized t-shirt and shorts that couldn't be seen.

You walked into the kitchen to see Tom sitting at the counter, eating. Bill was making himself some toast, while you just went to the fridge and grabbed your fruit bowl mix, like usual.

"Morning guys," you said while opening the container and grabbing a fork

"Morning," you heard them both say, almost at the same time.

You sat down and ate your fruit, and really quickly, too. You couldn't wait to get this done

"Woah, slow down there. You'll either get the hiccups or sick," Bill said, chuckling at the end of the sentence

"I know, just excited," you smile, starting to slow down on eating

"I am too, but don't rush yourself,"

"The fuck are you talking about?" Tom asked

"We're getting matching tattoos today" you said with a smile

"And you two still aren't dating? Damn." Tom said

"No, Tom, we're just friends." You said

Tom snorts "really now? You have kissed, and you've cuddled. You have even slept next to each other, now matching tattoos. How are you two 'just friends'?"

"Well, we- shut up." You say then look down

Tom just laughs, bill wasn't paying attention and just continued making his toast

[✮°•TIME SKIP #2•°✮]

You were in the car, in the front seat sitting next to Bill. You looked like a big ball of energy, and as soon as you saw the tattoo parlor, it got worse. Bill thought it was the cutest thing.

Tom did too, but it was starting to get annoying for him. You did this the first, second, and third time getting tattoos he and Bill were there all three times, he was used to it, and he'd always get annoyed after a bit of you doing it.

"We're here," Bill says

"Yay!" You had a big smile on your face while you talked

"Finally, your excited ass was starting to get annoying," Tom said with a chuckle.

You walked in the parlor and got everything set to start. You wanted to go first, so obviously, you did.

Bill just sat next to you, having to hold on to your hand every now and then since you forgot how bad it hurt to get one, Tom stared when he did so.

"That's just cute," Tom said with a smirk

"What's cute?" You asked

"They're holding your hand," Tom said

"So?" Bill asked. "Tattoos hurt, and they're literally squeezing me right now," Bill said with a small chuckle

Soon enough, it was time for him to get his tattoo. You did the exact same as he did. After doing a little happy dance of course, you didn't have to hold his hand much, but you still did.

After yall were done, you, bill, and tom went put to get McDonald's

✮I hope you liked it! It Took me forever, and i wanted to make a longer one!✮

[delektorskichick]

2 3 16 29

Assuming this is for the bored and anxious fanfic writer asks:

2) Do I read/reread my own fics?

Hell yes! Even fics that I’ve gifted someone else are written for me, by me, and it’s fic I want to see in the world. Since it’s fic I want to see in the world, I read it all the time!

3) What’s your favorite fic that you’ve written?

Honestly it’s probably one of the two I’m working on right now that both kind of spiraled out of control? One is a (mostly) canon-compliant Clint/Nat/Laura fic that I wrote mostly at @cassiesinsanity’s urging, and the other is a multi-fandom spin-off of ANOTHER fic I’ve been working on (that was SUPPOSED to be a ONE-SHOT, dammit!) that is now longer than what I’ve written of the original fic.

16) At what point in the process do you come up with titles?

Unless a title slaps me upside the head at the beginning of a project (like honestly most of my NaNo works) it’s the last thing I figure out before I post it. And usually you’ll find me screaming into the void or scrolling those Criminal Minds quotes for something. Or I steal one a friend who’s read the fic comes up with.

29) Share a bit from a fic you’ll never post OR from a scene that was cut from an already posted fic.

So here’s the thing. I don’t edit. I don’t cut things. I might spawn an idea or two that I never get to, but I don’t write them down. What little I do cut just isn’t really long enough to say that it’s an idea? I’m one of those people that will slap anything up on Ao3 once it’s complete enough to be coherent. Or I’ll use bits that fit for things like Whumptober.

BUT!

I dug through my word docs and found a thing that won’t be posted for a LONG time yet because I’m stymied on plot currently. It’s from a clintasha fic where Nat is a tattoo artist and Clint is a barista.

*

Natasha walked into Howlie’s Ink Parlor -affectionately known as just Howlie’s- on Fulton Street, fifteen minutes late and without her usual Starbucks.

How on earth Steve managed to see her from where he was bent over his buzzing needle, Natasha didn’t know, didn’t want to know, honestly. But see her he did, and she heard the raised eyebrow in his voice when he spoke.

“Cutting caffeine cold turkey there, Nat?”

Natasha growled quietly at him as she slumped down on the stool at her station, chucking her bag under the desk with a careless thud. Her head was pounding, and she couldn’t even manage to be disgusted at the gooey love eyes Steve was making at James over his literal labor of love. He was putting the finishing touches on the scar-covering tattoo that he’d been tweaking and refining for the last eighteen months on James’s left arm.

Normally, Natasha would have just rolled her eyes and pulled out either some new flash sheets she was working on or pull up a design to do some last-minute tweaking of her own for a client. Normally her ferry was on time. Normally the last Starbucks before she got to Howlie’s wasn’t closed to undergo surprise repairs.

Normally she probably could have handled all that and just laughed it off, getting herself a cup of Steve’s horrible instant decaf in the breakroom and pretending it was real and bitching about her, admittedly ridiculous, commute.

But damn Matt Murdock and his shitty-ass timing. She hadn’t gotten any sleep last night, and she was getting too fucking old for that kind of shit.

*

Hope that was what you were looking for!

[italianexotiicbeauty]

@copiious ( for joe ! )

It's been an entire year and a half now since Mary agreed to sign the contract, to be Joe's manager on the west coast only. Her contract had to have that particular stipulation because unlike everyone else that worked solely for the company? She had another job, her main job – this?.Was quite the side hustle. Mary wasn't a fool though, she has a dummy account on most of the social media platforms to see what the fans are saying, because the only personal account she has is Instagram. The tattoo parlor had a separate account for artists to display their work, there was a site linked in the bio as well as an email to contact the management. You know — a typical business account. 

Both rosters were on the road four days a week – and since the schedule literally changed every single week ? She's a bit grateful there's times where she's not needed at all, where it's the old wiseman having to be there and she can be at work or sitting on her surfboard watching the sunset. Did it at all weigh on her subconscious? Yes, it did — because Joe lived all the way on the other coast — 4, 649 miles if anyone needed the numbers. And there were very few who knew the truth — six people to be exact, other than themselves ( Joelle, his mom, Paul, Sefa, Jon & Josh ). It sat on her ring finger the whole time she was back in Hawai'i, she slept with it on and only ever removed it to shower — but they agreed to not wear them when working.

Fans were insanely ruthless, so it was a matter of safety. 

— — —

Today was going to be a tiring travel day for Thursday  — she had to fly to Los Angeles and stay there for four hours until her flight to Portland. Which was where the show was going to be and she had rented herself a cozy little AIRBNB for the night. So she could hang up her outfits and steam iron them all again for good measure, get her nails done and just have … quiet before all the chaos. ( yes, she's flying out a day early. )

She had just left her condominium, the dark green suitcase rolling along the hallway floor of the 30+ condo building. Dressed in a mauve colored loungewear set, flip flops on her feet and a matching dark green backpack with an empty yeti in a mesh side pocket. Her keys and wristlet clutch dangled from a lanyard around her neck, her android phone was neatly tucked inside of the clutch. While in the elevator and on her way down to the lobby, Mary removed a folded yellow slip of paper from the wristlet clutch to put in her mailbox. It was one of those request to hold mail forms for the post office, she had a whole stack of them on her desk for this reason alone — a downside of living alone. No one to get the mail and let it pile up on the coffee table for you, she didn't exactly trust her neighbors … because she was recognized a little more these days due to being on television. 

With the yellow piece of paper now safely within the confines of her mailbox, Mary exited the building and began walking towards the back of it. Where the parking lot was and only briefly stopped to remove the keys from the lanyard. Unaware that in those few seconds, the rolling suitcase had been taken — not in a nefarious manner, but was she in for a surprise when she turned around and squeaked!  “ — !!!” Uncertain of what to say — because standing before her were both Joe and Paul, who had his hand wrapped around the luggage handle. “ …. I …. hello to the both of you, I'm sure you'll explain to me why you're here but I also … kind of need coffee and a breakfast sandwich before going to the airport.”

[faultycal-culat0r]

fnaf au pt2: electric boogaloo

i literally copy pasted this from my notes OAHAHAHAH

What I remember from the old one (since it disappeared from my notes for some reason):

It was a Phonemike centered AU

Tattoo/Flower Shop cliche thing

William and Henry still run the diner, they’re gonna be running it till they can’t (or until Liz and Evan kick them out)

Mike was supposed to take over the diner, but he had a different dream of running his own flower shop, so Liz and Evan would take it over

P.G. ran his own tattoo parlor

Implied Willry

(This original “AU” was literally made as a joke n only reason im rewriting it is cause im not really even friends with them anymore 💀)

REWRITE:

Willry CANON. Not just implied. Those old men are QUEER

William got a divorce around the time the diner first opened, around the time he would’ve killed the kids. Instead, Henry helped him through it, having gone through one himself beforehand.

Elizabeth and CHARLIE, will be taking over the diner. They’ve been best friends since childhood (practically sisters considering their dads fucking yk)

Evan isn’t afraid of the diner anymore, but he gets a little squeamish around the animatronics. He is an adult now, after all.

Mike did not want to take over the diner, as he has other dreams in mind, but he still works at the diner, in hopes to stay with his family.

The animatronics are not possessed. No children died. They have malfunctioned before, but it was nothing special. No one got hurt.

Mike did bully his brother. It was all for attention, as this was around the time his father was going through the divorce, and he was paying less attention to them all. Michael acted out for attention, as did Elizabeth too.

Once the prank with Fredbear came around, one of his friends brought up the idea. He went along with it, thinking they’d just lift him up close to him. Once they tried stuffing his head in Fredbear’s mouth, he snapped and screamed at them. He brought Evan to the backroom and gave him a snack to calm him down. Neither of them told William.

After the prank, Michael stopped hanging around with his friends, instead spending more time with his family. 

As an adult, every month or two the old gang gets back together and hangs out, just like old times. Mike realized they were all just stupid teenagers at the time, and forgave them.

Anytime any of the kids needed to go anywhere, they’d all pile up in Mike’s crappy ass car and drive around town, getting everything they needed to do done.

After Mike stopped spending time with his friends, he met this kid. His name was PG, and he had a phone for a head. At least, that’s what he claimed. He thought the kid was weird, and he avoided him at first. Though, they always seemed to meet up in strange situations. They were always sort of awkward, but in a comfortable way.

They met up years later, when they were both adults, at the diner. PG had applied for a job there, and had been working under Henry to learn to manage and clean the animatronics. Mike was baffled when he walked into work to find his father, and instead found PG covered in dirt and oil and working on Fredbear.

They had a casual reunion, which left Michael as the more awkward one whereas PG was casual and happy to see him.

Basically Michael gay moment real

PG’s name is actually Percy Granger. He finds his name stupid, and instead calls himself PG.

Michael nicknamed him ‘Printer Guy’ after an incident where the diner printer spat ink at him. (not my idea but I loved it so had to put it in. thx m)

Everyone assumes ‘PG’ stands for Phone Guy, considering the giant phone on his head. He finds it annoying, but doesn’t bother to correct anyone anymore.

the established timelines and more background info on each of the characters will probably come next. holding off on designs for a bit