#kate killjoy

[allonnotion]

Hunger Games: Hazbin Hotel + Helluva Boss Edition

in celebration of hazbin hotel ending its first season, I decided to put them (and helluva boss) into the hunger games. chaos ensues, but some iconic moments occur...

enjoy!

link to the simulator...

link to the masterlist...

should I do a second part?

[dominik528]

-- "Running Up That Hill (A Deal with God)" by Kate Bush

[damnamour]

Tori Anderson in Killjoys (2016)

[winterr-w0nderland]

I officially wrote the first not smut fic of Katie Killjoy x Charlie fight me

[transbookoftheday]

Transfem Book Recs for International Women's Day

Happy International Women's Day! Here are some transfem book recommendations for you:

Book Titles:

Light from Uncommon Stars by Ryka Aoki

Cheer Up: Love and Pompoms by Crystal Frasier

Joy, to the World by Kai Shappley and Lisa Bunker

A Lady for a Duke by Alexis Hall

Tell Me I'm Worthless by Alison Rumfitt

Just Happy To Be Here by Naomi Kanakia

Me and My Dysphoria Monster by Laura Kate Dale and Hui Qing Ang

Pet by Akwaeke Emezi

For the Love of April French by Penny Aimes

Fake It by Lily Seabrooke

Detransition, Baby by Torrey Peters

Fierce Femmes And Notorious Liars by Kai Cheng Thom

Princess of the Pomegranate Moon by Emily Wynne

Her Majesty’s Royal Coven by Juno Dawson

The Ojja-Wojja by Magdalene Visaggio and Jenn St-Onge

Galaxy: The Prettiest Star by Jadzia Axelrod and Jess Taylor

Into the Gray by Margaret Killjoy

Little Blue Encyclopedia (for Vivian) by Hazel Jane Plante

[gothicgender]

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Salutations, welcome to my blog. I'm Blake but you can call me blaky or Liu aswell, however you prefer ! To say something about me I use they/them or neutral pronouns and want to become a writer. I may have bad grammar because I'm not english.

Requests - open

Request rules :

I will write for my fandoms because I'm more used to them.

The fandoms I'll write for are Hazbin Hotel, creepypasta, monster high, harry potter and maybe teen titans.

I am comfortable writing fluff, smut, angst, romantic, platonic and other stuff requested...tho I won't write smut that is too freaky or with weird kinks that I'm no comfortable with.

I can write fem, male and gender-neutral reader.

I can write headcanons or small fics about ships I also like because find it more easy then to write a ship I don't see happening or that I personally don't like.

I wouldn't like to be rushed with requests because it can be really stressful !

Do not be afraid to request and be specific with it !

Characters I will write for !

Hazbin hotel :

Chalie

Vaggie

Alastor

Angel Dust

Husk

Sir Pentious

Cherry Bomb

Rosie

The overlords (expect Valentino)

Lucifer

Lute

Adam (probably)

Mimzy (probably)

Katie Killjoy

Tom Trench

Ships I accept :

Charlie x Vaggie

Husk x Angel Dust

Valentino x Velvette x Vox (I believe they are poly)

Sir Pentious x Cherri Bomb

Carmila and Zestrial

Creepypasta :

Jeff the killer

Ben Drowned

Homicidal Liu

Bloody Painter

Ticci-Toby (probably)

Jason the toymaker

Candy Pop

Eyeless Jack

Hobo Heart

The puppeteer (maybe)

Kagekao

Laughing Jack

Nathan the nobody

Jane the Killer

Nina the killer (both versions)

Rogue

Kate the chaser

Nurse Ann

Suicide Sadie

Judge Angels

Clockwork

Zero

Lulu

Laughing Jill

Nemesis

Ships I accept :

Jane the killer x Mary (her canon wife)

Kagekao x Suicide Sadie

Bloody Painter x Judge Angels

Nurse Ann x Dr. Smiley

(other you can suggest)

Monster high (gen 1 or 2) :

Clawdeen Wolf

Draculaura Vike

Frankie Stein

Cleo de Nile

Lagoona Blue

Ghoulia Yelps

Abby Bominable

Jinafire Long

Iris Clops

Operetta

Robecca Steam

Rochelle Goyle

Scarah Screams

Skelita Calaveras

Spectra Vondergeist

Toralei Stripe

Purrsephone and Meowlody

Twyla Boogeyman

Venus McFlytrap

Marisol Coxi

C.A. Cupid

Casta Fierce

Elissabat

Clawdia Wolf

Viperine Gorgon

Deuce Gorgon

Clawd Wolf

Heath Burns

Holt Hyde

Invisi Billie

Jackson Jekyll

Neighthan Rot

Garrot du Roque

Kieran Valentine

Manny Taur

Ships I accept :

Clawdeen x Draculaura

Clawd x Draculaura

Cleo x Deuce

Abby x Heath

Ghoulia x Sloman

Frankie x Jackson

Spectra x Porter

Rochelle x Garrot

Scarah x Billie

Iris x Manny

Harry Potter :

Harry Potter

Ron Weasley

Hermione Granger

Fred and George Weasley

Percy Weasley

Alicia Spinnet

Lavender Brown

Parvati Patil

Dean Thomas

Neville Longbottom

Ginny Weasley

Lee Jordan

Angelina Johnson

Blaise Zabini

Pansy Parkinson

Tom Riddle

Theodore Nott

Daphne Greenglass

Millicent Bulstrode

Cho Chang

Padma Patil

Luna Lovegood

Marietta Edgecombe

Penelope Clearwater

Michael Corner

Hannah Abbott

Susan Bones

Cedric Diggory

Ships I accept :

Harry x Ginny

Ron x Hermione

Neville x Luna

Molly x Arthur Weasley

Bill x Fleur

Draco x Astoria

Angelina x Alicia

Teen Titans :

Robin (Dick Grayson)

Starfire

Raven

Beast Boy

Cyborg

Bumblebee

Blackfire

Terra

Madame Rogue

Chesire

Punk Rocket

Ships I accept :

Robin x Starfire

Raven x Beast Boy

Jinx x Kid Flash

This is all so far ! Thank you for visiting my page.

[nyctophiliq]

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do not repost moss’ work, all rights go to @nyctophiliq who does not allow their works to be translated, posted on other sites, or to another blog.

𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑

requests are limited to — judy alvarez ( cyberpunk 2077 ), panam palmer ( cyberpunk 2077 )valeria (fortnite), shadowheart (baldur’s gate), minthara baenre (baldur’s gate), lara croft (tomb raider survivor timeline), sadie adler (red death redemption 2)

𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐋

requests are limited to — lady alcina dimitrescu, cassandra dimitrescu, mother miranda, jill valentine, ada wong, leon s. kennedy, ashley graham, rebecca chambers, claire redfield

𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐎𝐅 𝐃𝐔𝐓𝐘 𝐌𝐖 𝐈𝐈

requests are limited to — valeria garza, kate laswell, simon "ghost" riley, john "soap" mactavish

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐔𝐒

requests are limited to — ellie williams, abby anderson, dina

𝐕𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐓

requests are limited to — killjoy, viper, sage, jett, neon, fade, reyna, deadlock, clove

𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐄

requests are limited to — caitlyn, cassandra kiramman, ambessa medarda, mel medarda, grayson, sevika, jinx,

𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐆𝐔𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐋𝐄𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐒

requests are limited to — vayne, samira, k/da evelynn, k/da ahri, k/da akali, k/da kaisa, renata glasc

𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐖𝐀𝐓𝐂𝐇

requests were limited to — kiriko, ashe, brigitte, widowmaker, mercy, d.va, moira, illiari

𝐏𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒

cinnamon girl — 100 followers event DISCONTINUED

messages from the stars — 500 followers match up event

[thegeminisage]

i decided to make a list of 15 of my favorite plot devices

i think they're mostly in order but all things are subject to change. time to explain my passions

1. asexuals - self-explanatory. the best number one joy of all time is when there is an asexual person, canonically, and not just in my mind palace. so far no show has managed to do this except fucking shadowhunters (and bojack horseman ig but it's not my thing). i know there are people out there who can write way better than the shadowhunters writing room but i don't know why they aren't getting on this. tick tock. example: raphael shadowhunters

2. amnesia - notably different from dementia, which is depressing and bad (thinking about you, dean winchester). amnesia is only good because eventually they get it back. the best thing about amnesia is that it shows you who your Little Guy (gender neutral) is with everything stripped away from them including their sense of self. do they still go for the same kind of coffee? do they still click with the same people they used to love? can they still fight? what do they stand for? it's very rewarding when your little guy acts the same way without knowing why. it's also especially cool for action heroes bc they'll still be able to win a fight and it's like wow <3 fight scenes with emotional stakes!! also i love that it gives us a mystery to solve. sometimes a partially amnesiac character is amnesiac because they did a terrible crime. and they've got to solve it while accidentally working against their past self. fun! examples: fang from ff13. wolverine. why, who did you think i was going to use

3. brainwashing - for the same reasons as amnesia. it's the same concept: take away everything and who is your little guy? the real little guy is in there and they are working so hard to get out. also they will be sooo sad about all the crimes they did later. example: fenris dragon age. d'avin killjoys. and okay fine one other guy we're not talking about

4. enemies to lovers - what's better than two people wanting to murder each other until they don't......always a good side of bickering with this as well. main draw tho is the process of simply two people getting to know one another in the way that you can tell strangers things you can't tell your friends. it's more work to love someone when you hate them and with more work comes a better reward. also, sexual tension. example: so many. fenris/hawke. fenris/anders. botw link/zelda. john/aeryn. bonnie and damon if the cw weren't cowards and i don't even like damon i think he's unforgivably horrible (derogatory)

5. monster under the bed character - i don't know if this has a real name. it's like the One Guy (again, gender neutral) who has shaped the protagonist's whole life who is threat number one in any given situation. Primal Fear of this guy and all they represent is similar to how little kids are scared of the monster under the bed hence the name. it's not JUST an arch enemy or an antagonist it's like. the only enemy that matters. not a bad guy but THE bad guy. if you can boil someone's issues down and stuff them all into a single person and then also make that person scary. and then also they can fight!! fuck yeah fight scenes!!! if you're really lucky this will overlap with either somebody's parent or somebody's ex. examples: AUGH SO MANY. for dean winchester it's yellow eyes. for sam winchester it's lucifer. for fenris it's danarius. for jace wayland it's valentine. for dutch killjoys it's khlyen. for anakin skywalker it's palpatine. for derek hale it's kate argent. going nuts just thinking about it

6. reluctant assassins - crucially if they don't care about being assassins it doesn't work for me (sorry kassandra asscreed). i went into this in more detail here but your assassin simply Must be compromised in some way so they can regret all their little crimes later. otherwise what's the point?? this overlaps so thoroughly with brainwashed iedk if it should count as its own entry but whatever. examples: fenris dragon age. dutch killjoys. d'avin killjoys. elliot leverage. and the other one

7. two-person love triangle - this is a very specific sub-example of secret identities in general which ARE good except they're usually in superhero media and i am really just so totally fucking over the entire CONCEPT of superheroes. anyway it's when one person has a secret identity and the other person forms a relationship with their "real" identity and their "secret" one. and then they feel conflicted about loving two people at once and having to choose but SURPRISE it's the same person! i like this because it has anti love triangle energy. lots of romantic tension and none of the dumb fucking YA bullshit. (apologies to YA.) example: arthur and merlin (who is also "emrys" at least in fanfic)

8. 4th wall shit - when the piece of media is in your house with you. i don't feel i need to clarify further than this because dr gaster is probably spying on me as we speak. examples: everything toby fox has ever made. s*pernatural, sometimes. i also had a deeply haunted experience with final fantasy x.

9. last guy (gender neutral) standing - part of a team or group that got tragically mcmurder prior to the start of the story and this person is so terribly sad about it. crucially this has to be a side character whose relationships with dead people are more important than or equally important to their relationships with the current living cast members. character deaths you almost agree with because then at least they can be with their fallen buds. examples: auron from ffx, noel from ffxiii

10. immortal characters - for the same reasons as above but also they CAN'T DIE EVER so they don't even have that to look forward to. also sometimes they wind up being science experiments. examples: jesse turner from @cambionverse (sorry jesse)

11. evil doppelganger - usually this is in video games where they just take the sprite or the polygons and recolor them to be black but also you have some mirrorverse/au shit going on sometimes and then there's evil twins, and shapeshifters, and clones...i love when everybody gets tricked into thinking somebody is doing crimes but actually theyre just out here and it's their evil double causing problems on purpose and not even being the one to go to jail forever because of it. also, when the evil double has mind-reading powers or whatever b/s to 1. make them a better trickster 2. to make them better at precision-point roasting of whomstever they look like. also acceptable: when you little guy just suddenly turns fucking evil and/or gets possessed and you have to cure them to get them back. idk maybe that should go under brainwashing. examples: dutch and aneela. link and dark link. zelda and the puppet. soulless sam. demon dean. hullen johnny.

12. fire powers - WHO doesn't love a little arson...i feel like this is the same concept behind werewolves which boils down to "fear of anger" bc with anger comes the loss of control and the devastating fallout... your fire guy (gender neutral but idk any fire girls) has to have a lot of self control or they'll fuck everybody up. they're very dangerous! not unlike assassins. also, fire is pretty. bonus if they have done crimes before either on purpose or on accident. examples: jesse turner again, roy mustang aka the OG fireguy, prince zuko

13. big damn reunion - when two people are split up with little to no chance of ever seeing each other again and then they do anyway. this is why i'm never mad when they bring characters back from the dead. examples: i'm actually totally blanking on these, i feel like it tends to happen in fic so much more often. also i've been writing this list awhile

14. time travel - i love! time travel! i love when people see an apocalyptic future and go back and fix it (chrono trigger, ff13). i love when there's a stable loop (tears of the kingdom) or a paradox (song of storms in ocarina of time). i love visits to the ancient past (skyward sword). i love when there's just an actual fucking timeloop (s*pernatural). it's really good!!! examples: oops i just listed them all

15. body swap - last but not least i think it is so fun when two people wind up living each other's lives. it's more fun in tv when people get to switch which character theyre playing but it's good in any form because what a way to get to know someone and also the endless potential for shenanigans. examples: dreamless (webcomic), your name, various episodes of tv shows many of which are bad (s*pernatural's was extremely bad).

ok, that's the list. originally it was 10, then 13, then 15, so i think i'd better stop here.

[fandomtravelers]

Found family dynamics in shows

Okay I'm a sucker for found family dynamics in shows so I'm going to list all the found family or platonic relationships I know of. In TV shows/series. Just because :) ALSO please add if you know more, because I'm probably missing a whole lot. I JUST WANT MORE.

Here are the ones me and my friends know or have found (some might be father daughter centric and they're all from very random fandoms so excuse that) :

1. Kakashi & Team 7 (Naruto)

2. Anakin & Ahsoka & Obiwan (Clone wars. I know the whole star wars universe too, but I'm focusing on clone wars)

3. Kate Bishop & Clint Barton (Hawkeye)

4. Farah Dowling & Bloom (Fate : Winx)

4. Charming & Emma (Once Upon A Time)

5. Bay Kennish & Daphne Vasquez (Switched at Birth)

6. Cirilla & Geralt (The Witcher)

7. Calliope & Augie (tidelanders)

8. Byakuya & Rukia (Bleach)

9. Sara & Danny (Witchblade)

10. Georgia & Rube (Dead like me)

11. Silco & Jinx, Vander & Vi (Arcane)

12. Andrè & Jane (Painkiller Jane)

13. Jamie & Jonas & Jay (Bionic woman)

14. Dr. Tom & Erica (Being Erica)

15. The pines family (Gravity falls)

16. Tom & Cassie (the inbetween)

17. The Gaang & Team Avatar (Avatar the last Airbender & Legend of korra)

18. Kara & Clark (Supergirl & superman/batman apocalypse)

19. Charlie & Miles matheson (revolution)

20. Arthur & Joan & Auggie & Annie (Covert affairs)

21. Khlyen & Dutch (Killjoys)

22. Guerrero & Ames (Human Target)

23. Adam & Emma (Mutant X)

24. Nolan & Emily "Amanda" (Revenge)

25. Voight & his whole team (Chicago P. D.)

26. Elena & Jeremy (Bitten)

27. Jinggang & Chu hun (double world)

28. Hannibal & Abigail (Hannibal)

29. Dream & Death (The sandman)

30. Jiwoo & Mujin (My name)

31. Buffy & Giles (BTVS)

32. Benedict & his kids (Mysterious Benedict society)

33. The cullen family (twilight)

34. Elijah & Yo Han (the devil's judge)

35. Magnus & Clary (Shadow hunters)

36. Gu xiang & Wen Kexing (Word of honor (Cdrama))

37. Optimus & the human kids (Transformers prime)

38. Mildred & her teachers (Mainly miss hardbroom)

39. Dylan & Lizzie (instinct)

40. Marina & Arturo (A private affair)

41. Moiraine & Lan (Wheel of time)

42. the BAU team (Criminal minds)

43. The SVU team (Law & Order : SVU)

44. Ellie & Joel (TLOU)

45. Barbara & the batfam (Batgirl, batman comics)

46. Carmen & Shadow San (Carmen sandiego)

47. Nile & the rest of the old guard (the old guard)

48. Nick Fury & Maria Hill (secret invasion)

49. Jordan & Garrett (crossing Jordan)

50. America chavez & Doctor strange (Multiverse of Madness)

51. The Eternals (Eternals)

52. Enola & Sherlock (Enola Holmes)

53. NCIS team/family (NCIS)

54. Aizawa & his kids (BNHA)

55. Abigail & Ichabod (Sleepy Hollow)

56. Carol & Kamala (The Marvels)

57. Gojo & his students (JJK)

58. The golden trio (HP)

59. Ryan & Max (The following)

60. ICC team (crossing lines)

[thesugarclubs-blog]

I Dare You - AU Bucky Barnes x OC

warnings: alcohol use, truth or dare, tattoo artist bucky, smut - 18+

word count: 11.5k

WP: https://www.wattpad.com/1303819549-i-dare-you-greta

authors note: happy 2023! we are extremely excited to get into the grove for the year and share all our wonderful stories with you! starting off strong with a tattoo artist au bucky!

Masterlist

“Greta!” Yelena hollered at the top of her lungs from across the packed bar, her long blonde hair was a beacon for her location as she carried two overpoured whiskey sours above her head through the crowd. 

“How do you even afford this after paying tuition?” Greta laughed, brushing her short, messy brown hair behind her ear and taking the glass off Yelena’s hands. 

“Easy,” Yelena laughed, setting her cup on the table and pretending to hike up her skirt. She ran her hands up her thighs before giving Greta the middle finger. “It’s all in hips,” she laughed, nodding toward the bar. 

A cute blonde-haired frat boy stood on the other side in a brand new college hoodie under the dingy pub lights with his buddies waving his fingers like he was smooth. “Fuck freshmen are stupid,” Greta shook her head and sipped on her drink. 

“Where did Wanda and Kate run off to?” Yelena asked. 

Greta pointed a finger at Kate leaning against the pool table with a sly smirk across her pretty face as Wanda picked the pockets of the poor sorry son of bitch too busy to notice. She wiggled the brown leather wallet and her eyebrows at them as she sauntered back toward Greta and Yelena. 

Kate brushed off the idiot ogling her tits and pushed her way to them, downing the rest of Greta’s drink without remorse. She adjusted herself in her bra underneath her deep purple tank top and covered herself.

“Dare complete,” Wanda cooed, dropping the wallet on the table. “You make them too easy Greta, it’s like playing a game of chess with a baby.”

“Taking candy from…” Kate started to explain, looking at her confused for a second and then back to Greta, “nevermind, she’s right, that was lame.”

“Who’s up next?” Greta asked, scowling at Kate as she handed her back the empty glass. “Although I’d love it if it could involve replacing my fucking drink!”

Kate snickered and pecked a kiss on Greta’s cheek.

“You love me though,” she cooed.

“Yeah, lucky for you,” Greta grumbled in return but turned her scowl into a grin.

“It’s my turn to dare,” giggled Wanda, waving her hand in the air.

Wanda leaned forward and looked directly into Greta’s eyes. “And I have just the perfect idea. Our little resident of following the rules is going to get a tattoo… tonight” Wanda grinned 

“Ohh. Nice one Wanda” Yelena said taking a sip of her drink

Greta raised a brow at her friend and scoffed. 

"In your dreams, Maximoff. Reshuffle those ideas of yours." 

"Oh come ooon Greta, don't be a killjoy. That's my one and only offer. Tattoo or the rest of the rounds are on you tonight for passing and I'm not so sure you want us drinking on your dime." Wanda sang teasingly as she grasped her chin and scrunched her nose up. 

Greta took a deep breath and moved her gaze toward Kate and Yelena both with expectant grins on their faces. She rolled her eyes and returned her gaze back to Wanda,

"Fine." she huffed. "But it's not happening until Kate replaces my goddamn drink."

Kate and Yelena cheered as Wanda smirked, eyes glittering with mischief. “You have to get it where I want it also.”

“Ooo,” chorused Kate and Yelena as Greta thought. 

“Clock’s ticking,” Wanda said, grinning as Greta huffed and nodded.

"Can you go fuck yourself?" Greta asked with a sweet smile. "Is that an option?"

Wanda chuckled, shaking her head while Yelena snickered.

"No! A dare is a dare! And you picked dare! You can't wuss out on this. You always try to!"

"I don't have any money," Greta replied, hoping that that would give her an out and Wanda could pick something else. Instead, Wanda just shook her head, her shit-eating grin getting bigger and bigger. Greta felt sick, and suddenly the idea of another drink was sounding like the best and worst idea of all time.

"No, it has to be a tattoo, and it has to be on your ass, or on your ribs. Come on, Greta..."

She and Yelena started a chant of Greta's name, slamming their hands on the counters as Greta rolled her eyes and pinched the bridge of her nose.

“Well, I’m not getting my ass out in front of a complete stranger,” Greta muttered. 

“Why not? It’s a great ass,” Kate grinned, “so ribs it is, let’s go!” 

That solved her inner drink dilemma, although she probably could have done with a shot of Dutch courage as the girls ushered her out the door excitedly. 

“Do I not get to think about this? I don’t even know what I want to get yet and where are you even taking me? There can’t be a tattoo shop open at this time surely?” She rambled, stalling — or at least trying to.

“White Wolf will be! Peter, got a tattoo there last month.”

"You sure that it's open in the middle of the night?" Greta asked with a mixture of annoyance and worry in her voice as the girls left the club.

"Yeah, I just checked it on Google and it's still open. No excuses, you coward! You chose dare, it's your own fault!" Yelena giggled. 

Greta rolled her eyes and a loud huff escaped her throat. "Fiiiiinnneee.."

It took them only ten minutes to reach "The White Wolf", a small tattoo shop on the main road with a huge window that showed the logo of the shop. Greta turned around to look at her slightly drunk friends and tried to figure a way out of this mess, but they were shoving her through the door before she was able to run away.

The brunette peered around the room and saw a counter in front of her and a small waiting area with comfortable looking couches to her left. On a sideboard next to the couches she could see a few thick albums that probably contained some tattoo inspirations.

No one could be seen by the counter but Greta could hear a small buzzing sound from the back of the room - hiding behind a dark curtain.

"It sounds like they're busy..." Greta turned to her friends with a smile and made to head towards the door, "maybe we should just.." 

She felt a slender hand wrap around her bicep, tugging her back to the counter, "nuh-uh," Kate's voice sang behind her, "We'll wait." 

The knot in Greta's stomach grew as Kate whipped her around, placing her hands on her shoulders, "It's just a little needle and--" 

"Don't be a pussy," Yelena chortled, nudging her, "you'll be fine." 

Greta scoffed as Kate and Wanda tried to hide their quiet snickers. Deep down she had always wanted a tattoo. She just didn't want one as a drunken dare. 

Wanda tapped the small bell on the counter, once, twice, and then a third time, "Hello?"

The buzzing stopped, "Gimme a sec would ya!" A graveled voice boomed from behind the curtain.

Greta’s heart nearly stopped when the voice’s owner stepped out behind the counter, tall and muscular with long black hair tucked into a backward baseball cap. He was gorgeous in a rugged, dirty, sweaty kind of way and her eyes couldn’t help but follow the tattoos that ran down his neck only to disappear beneath his gray t-shirt. 

The sight of Greta and her friends caused the man’s brows to furrow, a look of annoyance crossing his face as he braced both hands against the counter. Behind her, she could hear Kate giggling a sultry hello.

“Well, I’ll be damned, if it isn’t you three ladies… Again.” He hissed.

Greta glared at the back of Wanda's head as all three of her friends giggled sheepishly at the guy while her heart dropped to her knees as his frown only got deeper while they tried to hold in their drunken laughs.

"You gotta admit," Wanda put her hands on her hips and grinned innocently at him, "we're good for your business." 

"And Peter really liked his tattoo," Kate chimed in swirling a lock of hair around a finger and they heard Yelena snicker under her breath at that, "yeah once he stopped being a pain in the ass about how painful it was." 

The man's scowl deepened as the girls laughed at that while Greta felt ambushed by her friends.

“And I guess that’s the new lucky one you found to get a tattoo, huh?” he nodded his head toward Greta, her cheeks blushing a soft pink. 

“Oh, you bet it is,” Wanda turned around to Greta and pulled her in front of the very attractive man. 

“And she’s getting it on her butt cheek,” Wanda winks at the man who couldn’t suppress a smirk. 

“Wanda!” Greta hissed and smacked her shoulder lightly.

She turned her attention back to the man, feeling the blush of embarrassment cross her cheeks.

"Not on my butt," She clarified, shooting a small glare at her friend.

He raised an eyebrow, but his tone remained unimpressed when he spoke again, "Whatever, what are you getting then?"

Greta bit her lip, "Uh, I hadn't thought of that - is there like a book of options?"

"You could always get what Pete got?" Yelena laughed, leaning against the counter her blonde hair cascading down around her cherub face.

The man slid a large leather book from under the counter and set it down with a loud, interrupting thump.

"I'm scared to even ask," Greta sighed, "what is it that Peter got..." She looked up from the book at the man, his blue eyes judging her. 

"James," he offered his name and flipped open the book. "He got that," he said, the muscle in his jaw ticking. 

Greta looked down, her eyes going wide. "That idiot," she mumbled. Between two sheets of plastic, James pointed to a line drawing of what looked to be the Pope smoking a cigarette. "Where did he get that?" She turned wide eyed to the girls. 

"On his ass," they all replied in unison.

Her eyes almost bulged out from the shock. “Is he for real?! And you’re sure he was actually, I don’t know, okay with that?!”

Her friends nodded as they looked at each other with big grins on their faces. 

“Believe me when I say he took the first step with a puffed up chest and a big smile until he ended up holding onto his butt cheek for dear life as he limped out.” Yelena chuckled.

She rubbed her temple and exhaled a heavy sigh and turned back to the man, he tapped impatiently a finger against the counter, eyes practically screaming with boredom from their company. 

She cleared her throat and crossed her arms, thinking about if her mind could come up with an idea of her own instead. Something that at least had a meaning to hear and that she definitely wouldn’t regret having on her body for her whole life.

“Well, I’m definitely not getting that…you cool with me coming up with a suggestion maybe?”

“Girl, as long as it’s on your ass or your ribs you can get whatever you want,” Wanda grinned. 

“Well, I…” Greta started but was interrupted by a frustrated scoff.

“If you ladies don’t mind I gotta go do something more…interesting. Let me know if you decide on something,”

James pushed off from the counter and headed back behind the curtain. Greta watched him for a moment and then fixed her attention back on the book of flash in front of her. It was arranged in alphabetical order so she flicked through the pages until she came to the “S” section. Slowing down she finally came to a halt on a page filled with drawing after drawing of delicate seashells.

She smiled to herself. A seashell would be absolutely perfect. She looked at each design more closely to find just the right one. 

“So Greta what have you decided on?” Wanda asked 

“I’m going to get a seashell,” Greta replied not looking up from the book.

“A seashell? Alright…” Kate shrugged and Greta looked up to see a stone cold look on James’ face. She shivered and glanced away, turning to her friends. 

“Anyone else getting one?” she asked, but her friends were slowly backing up. 

“Nah this is all you girl! We’re gonna go grab some food, but I promise we’ll be back before you’re done,” Kate promised, as Wanda and Yelena waved goodbye, slipping out the door.

Alone? They were leaving her here alone? She watched them as they waved at her through the glass and sneered at them. Wanda winked at her. Greta's heart leapt into her throat as his previous client emerged from behind the curtain. A tall guy with blonde hair and a bushy beard and glasses who was also covered in tattoos. He had a fresh bandage on his bicep.

"Hey, thanks, Buck!"

"No problem, Steve. I'll see you tomorrow for that beer."

The blonde man smiled at her as he passed and Greta forced a smile, watching him walk out the door. She heard a heavy sigh from the counter. 

"You can come on back. I'm just gonna clean up."

"Oh-- you don't want me to wait out here?"

He looked over his shoulder as he went to walk through the curtain. Something in his demeanor changed in an instant. As a cocky smirk spread across his face.

"I ain't gonna bite ya, sweetheart." He winked and she blushed. "Besides, I've gotta do placement and all that shit. If I let you wait out here, you might just run out on this dare and I don't make any money tonight. Let's go."

Greta followed him through to the back and stopped just beyond the curtain, palms sweating as she waited for him to set up his station again. 

Her gaze tracked over his arms, over the intricately inked designs covering taut muscles that flexed as he moved. He seemed oblivious to her admiring him as he discarded the crumpled paper where his friend must have been laying and sprayed everything down. 

“This your first tattoo?” He asked, peering at her as he readied himself with his sketch pad. 

A smirk tugged at the corner of his lips as Greta caught herself, forcing her eye to meet his as he beckoned her over to the bed with a pat on the freshly covered leather. 

“Uh, yeah. That obvious?” 

“It’s easy to spot the newbies, you all look like a deer in the headlights when you come back here.”

Greta chuckled nervously when she sat down on the tattoo table next to James.

"So butt or rips?" he asked with his husky voice.

"What do you mean?" she asked while nudging the skin of her left hand. She was more nervous than she had expected. It was only a small needle. How bad could it be?

"The tattoo. Where should it be?" he asked again with a little smirk on his face. Greta tilted her head to look him in the eyes and almost got lost in the depth of the ocean blue that sparkled like sapphires in the sunlight. 

"Oh. Yeah. Rips, please."

"Wow. Such a tough guy." he mumbled while he printed the blueprint of the seashell tattoo. It was a small scallop shell in black and white the size of a small egg. 

Greta was still zoned out and thought about James' blue eyes and hadn't heard his comment at first but when he turned around with the blueprint in his hands she asked "Mhm?"

"I said you're such a tough guy," James repeated - the little smirk very present on his face again.

"Is it thaaaat bad?" concern filled Greta's voice when James pointed to the table and commanded her to lay down.

"Some say so." 

The knot in Greta's chest grew to the size of a tomato and she swallowed the lump in her throat. She was now laying on her right side as he wanted to have the tattoo on her left one.

James looked at her with a raised eyebrow.

"Sweetheart, what are you doing?" he asked.

"I thought you wanted me to lay down?"

"Yeah, but you need to pull off your shirt first." he winked at her.

"Oh. Yes. Sure!" she answered and grabbed the hem of her shirt to pull it over her head.

It felt like her heart was going to escape out of her chest as she held her shirt in her hand, glancing back at James. Crystal blue eyes trailed along the curve of her body and the dark teal lace bra she didn't think anyone would see tonight. A wave of goosebumps rolled over her skin as his eyes met her own again. 

He reached out, his hand making a grabbing motion at her. Greta's brows furrowed, confused at what he wanted. 

"Your shirt?" He said with a hint of annoyance in his voice like it was obvious as his eyes flickered to a set of hooks on the wall. 

Realizing he was offering to hang it up for her, she let out a soft breath of relief. "Right.." She handed it to him, watching as he stood, the muscles in his back flexing against the cotton of his shirt. Only making her thighs clench together and an unfamiliar feeling spread in her belly. 

"Alright, lay back for me" he commanded as he turned back to her. Greta followed his command instantly, his voice was low and had just enough gravel in it to cause another wave of goosebumps, "lay still and don't move," his voice surprisingly close as she felt the warmth of his fingers tracing along her side.

Her breathing got quicker with every move he made. She watched his tattooed hand slowly wander to her bra without touching it. 

“I think I need to push it a little up if that’s okay. You can also take it off when you’re comfortable with that. But you don’t have to.” His voice was soft but still icy. She couldn’t exactly make out his feelings, so she nodded as she looked him in the eyes. 

James cleared his throat; the silence was uncomfortable. He took the soft fabric into his fingers and moved it a little to get the perfect spot. In spite of him wearing protective gloves, Greta's skin shivered where his fingers touched her.

He seemed to consider something, then reached to his work table and grabbed a cloth, carefully tucking it under the edge of her bra.

"To protect it from any ink," he explained, when she caught his eye with a questioning look.

"Oh," she said softly, "Thanks."

He nodded stiffly, then set about placing the stencil. He moved it around a couple of times, then, with his fingers firmly holding it in place, he glanced up again, "This good?"

She stared down at him, words caught in her throat like an idiot as the lights created stars in his eyes. He watched her, fingers hovering over her ribcage as he waited for an answer. 

"You ok?" He asked raising an eyebrow at her in question. 

"Yeah," she shook free of the trance he had her under, "that's perfect." 

His expression hardened and he stood up straight bringing the stencil with him. "I've had a lot of bodies in that chair," he said, nodding to it, "but I don't put people in that don't want to be."

"Pretty presumptuous for a guy who tattoos drunk college girls in the middle of the night," she steadied her nerves, biting back. 

"I don't assume anything, you're shaking, Greta." He whispered, his tone low and husky. The corner of his lips curled slightly to the right, "and you aren't that drunk or you'd be a hell of a lot less cranky."

She hadn’t noticed it until he mentioned her state when being sucked down in the thoughts of whenever the needle will burry through her skin and how well, or badly she would take it, but her legs trembled like crazy against the sticky leather chair.

“I’m not cranky…” She muttered, taking a minute to collect herself with a calming breath. “It’s just…it’s my first and I really don’t know what to expect, how much it will hurt.” 

He sighed and took a seat beside her again, a soft look was set in his eyes as he held up the stencil between them. “I get that, but if you’re shaking like that, it will be hard for me to concentrate on doing the lines properly. Let’s just start slow, okay? A small line, see how that feels, hm?” His voice was low but commanding at the same time, making the nerves in her body ease down a bit.

She nodded with a small smile, he moved on and placed down the stencil again to make sure she was pleased with the placement. His tongue poked out in concentration when trying to find the perfect angle and she caught something shiny between his lips, a tongue piercing

James raised his eyebrow in question and jutted his chin towards the mirror on the wall next to them.  Greta looked over to where he indicated, taking in the position of the stencil and pulled her bottom lip between her teeth, nodding once.

“Yeah, there’s perfect,” she confirmed.

“Alright then,” he agreed, swiping the stencil paper with a green soap solution before removing it, leaving the violet lines of the design behind ready for him to trace.

He added black ink to a small plastic pot and fixed a brand new needle into his tattoo machine, adjusting the settings before scooping out a dollop of Vaseline onto the back of his left hand.  He buzzed the machine a few times, picking up some ink from the pot and then Greta in the eye with an intense gaze.

“Ready?” He asked. 

“Yeah, I’m ready,” Greta said as she got comfortable lying on her right side. She watched as he turned to face her exposed side and place a hand there.

“Okay, I’m going to start now with a small line so you know how it feels.” He spoke as he placed the needle in her skin and started the machine.

A sharp, stinging pain raced through Greta’s body, but she breathed through it, teeth clenched. It stopped and a dull throb took its place as James stopped tracing. 

“How you doing? Wanna keep going?” he asked gruffly, but gently swept away the excess ink and a drop of blood.

"Yeah, keep going," she said through gritted teeth.

"Alright. You don't have to pretend you're a tough guy to look cool, okay?” he mumbled while continuing to trace the delicate line of the stencil.

"I'm not pretending," Greta whispered as another wave of pain shot through her. Uncomfortable but not unbearable.

"Sure you aren't, sweetheart." That smartass smirk was back and she rolled her eyes.

"I'm really not."

He chuckled as he continued to work and her stubbornness kicked in full force. The burning sensation was rushing through her body and she gritted her teeth, trying to take the softest breath she could as he dragged the needle across her skin.

"I said I believed you." His voice was rough, just barely eeking out over the sound of the buzzing tattoo gun as he worked. Suddenly, he hit a sensitive spot and a sharp gasp left her lips. Her leg twitched and she slammed her eyes shut. 

A gentle hand rested just beneath her ribcage.

"It's okay," he breathed. "I gotcha."

"I don't need a break," she gritted out.

"I know," he laughed. "I'm almost done the outline. Just try to stay still."

"There's more?" She squeaked.

Another soft chuckle. It was starting to get on her nerves.

"You really are a rookie, aren't you?"

“Yeah, yeah… laugh it up,” Greta breathed. 

“Hey, everyone’s gotta start somewhere. It’s just usually not the result of a dare unless it’s you…” he chuckled and Greta glared up at him, “or your friend Peter.” 

James flashed her a shit-eating grin, his nose scrunching and eyes crinkling at the corners. He really was ridiculously attractive, with a sharp jaw and a perfect nose. She watched as his tongue slipped between his lips in concentration and he dragged it along his bottom lip, revealing more of the piercing she caught sight of earlier. 

“Yeah well, you try saying no to those three.” 

“Sounds like you need new friends,” James said with a raised brow, “or some good revenge.”

He wasn't wrong, revenge sounded great about now as the needle dug into her skin. 

Greta gnawed on the inside of her lip to combat the pain. At least now she and Peter would have something to bond over besides all the sciencey stuff she pretended to know about. 

"As much as I'd love new friends, I'm kinda stuck with those three." She mumbled, glancing down at where he was working. His eyes raised to hers, feeling her shift, "sorry." Greta muttered before glancing forward again. 

"You don't have to be stuck with anyone." He said going back to murdering her skin. 

She laughed softly, "Yeah... I kinda do." 

The smile quickly fell from her lips remembering her first year of college. "The three of them were there for me during a dark time," she started, feeling him stop again. "My uh... grandmother died in my freshman year. We were really close and I didn't take it very well." She took the tiniest of breaths, "you think I'm cranky now, you should've seen me then."

“Well, shit… Sorry about your grandma.” James offered, his tone genuine and sincere, it was the nicest he had been throughout this whole painful ordeal.

“Thanks. She would be mortified to know I was getting a tattoo, but I figure, a seashell would make her smile at least.” Greta said looking down at the contraption she was laying upon, afraid to meet his gaze and not because her ribs felt like they had been punched by the repeated movements of the needle.

She didn’t want James, this complete stranger, to see the tears she was fighting to hold back and she just couldn’t help herself. The word vomit began to flow and she started rambling like an idiot about how her grandmother always took her to beach when she was little, the warmth of the sun bringing her to life after spending so much time drowning in the nuisances of her parent's divorce.

Her grandmother believed the beach had a way of healing people, of washing away fears and anxieties. Somehow she even got Greta to believe that every seashell they picked up out of the sand was a lifelong dream waiting to be fulfilled and before she knew it, she was wiping tears from her eyes and apologizing to the man sitting beside her, just trying to add some ink to her skin.

There was a long silence, Greta could tell he was trying to think of some kind of response but he must not have been that good at handling awkward situations because the next thing out of James’ mouth was:

“My grandma just made me cookies.”

She let out a quiet laugh through her lips, careful not to move and disturb his work so it wouldn't be ruined and she would get stuck with an ugly tattoo as a reminiscent of this dare. 

Trying to reel in the tears, she took a deep breath slowly and let it out through her mouth. Greta was holding herself from shaking as she could faintly feel the needle piercing her skin through the numbness and hoped it would be over soon so she could leave with a shred of dignity left because getting dared to do something like this was easy in comparison to sitting through this stifling tension between her and the blue eyed artist. 

Sure, it was exciting to try new things. It was a great idea to get a tattoo in the shape of a seashell in honor of her grandma. But not because of a dare and not under the hands of this gorgeous man who looked like he could break her in half if he wanted to.

She was so lost in thought, she didn't notice that the needle lifted off her skin until he spoke. 

"It still needs a bit of shading but," James told her as he wiped down the excess ink gently to allow her to see it, his gloved hands sending shivers down her spine, "do you like it?" 

Greta turned to inspect his handy work, a smile coming to her face when she saw the almost complete seashell on her skin.

"Wow," She breathed out, "It's gorgeous."

When she looked back at him, James was looking at her intently, almost like he wanted to say something. Instead, with a faint hint of a blush, he turned back to his work, biting down on his lower lip again.

"Sorry," He mumbled after a moment.

"What for?"

"For being a jerk, ya know, earlier, when you came in."

"I'd be cranky too if a group of drunk girls rolled into my shop right before closing," Greta laughed, resisting the urge to trace the raised sore skin of the tattoo with her finger. 

James pressed a damp cloth to it without warning pulling a soft hiss of pain from her lips.

"I don't do cranky," he smiled at her as he leaned in close to her rib cage. He pursed his lips, hovering inches from her chest and blew cool air against the irritated skin. "I can't say for sure your grandmother would be proud you vandalized your perfect skin but," his blue eyes flutter up through his lashes to catch her gaze, "I think it suits you."

"Oh yeah?" Greta hummed nervously as he leaned over to grab the sheer plastic tattoo coverings. 

"Delicate, intricate," he cleaned the skin one last time as he spoke, "unique, sharp and I imagine a pain in some poor guy's ass." He mumbled. 

"No guy," she responded in barely a whisper. 

James paused his gloved fingers brushing against her ribcage carefully, "hard to believe."

Great felt her face flush at his words and hoped he couldn’t see.  Goosebumps erupted across her skin as he smoothed the edges of the covering down gently, making a second and third pass to make sure it was secured properly.

With a snap, he removed his gloves and then held out his hand with an expectant look on his face. Greta put her hand in his and he gently raised her up.

“You OK Darlin’? Not dizzy or anything?” He asked.

She took a deep breath, taking stock of herself and inhaled his spicy scent, sighing lightly as she responded, “No, I’m fine.” 

James hadn’t let go of her hand, thumb stroking the back of it gently. “You did great for your first tattoo, especially a dared one.”

"Thank you," Greta said before pulling her shirt down carefully not to disturb the covering. James walked in front of her and pulled back the curtain to reveal the empty room, void of the three girls that Greta called her friends. 

"Didn’t they say they would be back before you finished?" James said while walking up to the counter.

"Yeah." Unconsciously, a twinge of sadness swung in her voice.

He nodded as Greta smoothed out her shirt.

"Well, I have to start closing up."

"Oh, I can leave—“

“No, no, it’s okay. It’s dark and cold out there. I’ll clean up, and wait with you if you want to call a cab or an Uber or whatever."

Her eyes widened, surprised at his sudden softness. This guy wasn’t so bad after all. The piece on her ribs really was delicate, evidence of some kind of hidden gentleness that she thought she wouldn’t be privy to.

“Are you sure?”

“Well, I can’t leave a pretty girl alone out in the cold, can I? Even if you hang out with those three drunkards.”

She chuckled, cheeks flaming. She chalked it up to adrenaline.

“Thank you, James.”

His eyes brightened when she said his name, and a grin tugged at the corners of her mouth. She felt butterflies explode in her stomach as he quickly began to tidy up, putting away the old ink and wiping everything down. Once he was finished, he shucked off his gloves and tossed them into the trash, flicking his head toward the entrance. 

“C’mon. You got a coat?”

She shook her head and he rolled his eyes.

“Are you kidding me? It’s January.” There was an edge to his voice like he gave a shit. He snatched his leather jacket off of the hook and handed it to her as they walked to the front entrance. She could hear his keys jingling in his hand. “Here. Put this on.”

She could spend all night hearing that sound. His laugh rumbled with warmth as the sound surrounded her. Greta couldn't help the smile that spread across her lips as she watched him. He was truly soft underneath his seemingly hard exterior. 

"C'mon," he said holding his arm out for her to tuck into. She only hesitated for a moment, second guessing that he was humoring her but as a brisk wind rushed between them she stepped into him, hugging herself into his side just enough that she could feel his body heat. 

His arm tucked around her waist, his hand placed just below the tender spot on her ribcage. 

"Better?" She asked softly, glancing up at him. 

The corners of his mouth upturned ever so slightly, igniting something in her stomach as his eyes met hers. "Yeah," he breathed. 

She flashed him a satisfied smile as she pulled out her phone, to order herself an Uber. Greta quickly made her way through the app, feeling his gaze on her as she did so. 

"Did you know," he said softly once her phone was put away, "penguins mate for life," a smile, "but to find a mate the male will search for the perfect pebble for the female and if she likes it, they build a nest together." 

Greta stared up at the tattooed man in front of her, baffled. She could only imagine the look she had on her face because he just laughed again. 

"I like watching animal planet sometimes."

“I find that hard to believe, a big tough guy like you.” Greta smiled, looking at the ground to hide the blush creeping across her face.

“I like a good distraction before I settle in for the night,” James said, his voice husky and when she looked up at him, there was something in his eyes.

A kind of need, a hunger maybe, like a predator after prey. Greta on the other hand suddenly felt parched and unable to do anything but look into his blue eyes. 

In fact, she felt like she had been walking through a desert for days seeking water and at that very moment considered drowning herself in the look he was giving her.

She almost wanted to ask if she could be his distraction for the night but before she could even entertain the thought, her phone dinged and a car pulled up.

The guy behind the wheel lowered down the window, ducking his head to look at them, "Greta?" 

He sounded bored as Greta nodded to him.

"Yes! That's me. Just a sec."

She turned to James, already slipping out of the warmth of his jacket to give it to him when he halted her movements with a gentle hand on her. Sparks were moving through her skin at the contact as he lowered his eyes to hers, they were intensely focused on her she had to hold back a gasp.

"Keep it." 

"But—" 

"But nothing," he interrupted her with a firm tone, guiding her to the car and opening the door for her. 

"It's cold and you need it more than me right now. Besides, I live right upstairs." 

She didn't think she could fall under his spell any further but turns out, it is possible for a man of his looks to be as soft as a teddy bear. The heat flushing her cheeks at his kindness was visible as she thanked him.

"Thank you," Greta whispered gratefully as she lowered herself into the car.

"Goodnight, Greta," James murmured as he shut the door and took a step back.

"Goodnight, James," Greta replied back, her hold on the jacket surrounding her tiny frame tightening.

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The next afternoon, after sleeping late, Greta had thankfully only woken with a minor hangover and even more minor lingering pain from the tattoo.

Coffee and a painkiller had taken care of the worst of it before she'd decided she should go back.

Not only did she need to return the jacket, but she figured she should double check about taking care of her fresh ink - she had been drinking, after all. It had taken her till midday to work up the courage to call an Uber though.

Now she was standing in front of the shop, trying to bolster herself before going inside. 

The door chimed when she finally opened it and stepped inside, stopping the same blonde man behind the counter who had been in the shop the previous night.

"Welcome to White Wolf - oh, hey, you were here last night!"

"Stevie?" Greta nodded as the door shut behind her with a click. The familiar noise of tattoo guns buzzed in the air. 

He walked around the front, leaning against the desk with his rounded muscles crossed over his chest. "Steve," he corrected as his lips turned into a cheeky smile. "What can I do you for?" He looked her up and down, "please tell me you came back to complain. I love it when Buck gets all riled up about bad tattoos." 

He leans forward as she comes into the shop, his hair falling against his cheeks he trailed her path with his ice blue eyes. 

"Nope, but I am here to see him." She waved his jacket in the air. 

Steve pursed his lips and his eyebrows knitted together in judgment, "he's not working today."

"Do you know where he is?" She mocked, her impatience growing. 

"Maybe..." Steve flashed her smile, cocking his head to the side.

“Do you think you could tell me?” she asked, a biting smile shining back at him. Greta grit her jaw as he sucked his teeth, blowing out a breath and looking her up and down before grinning. 

“I’ll make ya a deal. Tell me where he tattooed ya and I’ll tell ya where he is.” 

Greta rolled her eyes debating just leaving the jacket there, but she had to admit, just to herself, she wanted to see James again. 

“My ribs,” she huffed and Steve grinned widely, eyes sparkling. 

“I see…Well, a deal’s a deal- Buck’s up at his place. Head around back and there’s a set of stairs. Knock at the door at the top of them,” Steve winked, jerking his head towards the back of the shop.

"Thanks, Steve." Greta thanked the blonde giant and made her way to the back and up the stairs where she was greeted by a hunter green door. She raised her hand to knock.

After a few fluttering heartbeats she heard footsteps coming closer from the other side of the door and she got increasingly more nervous. 

She was greeted by James, wearing nothing but red flannel pyjama pants. His muscular torso was covered in intricate ink and a silver chain hung from his neck. The same striking blue eyes looked at her laced with surprise. His dark long hair was tied with an elastic at the nape of his neck. 

His gaze travelled up her body as his tongue darted out to wet his bottom lip, the silver bar in this tongue, glistening in the warm light of his hallway.

"To what do I owe the pleasure, sunshine?" James grinned, the corner of his eyes, crinkled.

Her mouth was a desert and she struggled to swallow and form a coherent thought as she looked him up and down. Her mouth hung open and he smirked, tilting his head to the side. It was that fucking grin again. Her legs suddenly felt like they couldn't hold her weight as his bright blue eyes sparkled.

"You're catching flies."

"Wha?" She asked as he leaned over, his finger sliding under her chin to close her mouth. Slowly, he dragged his tongue across his bottom lip and she got a good look at the tongue ring. Sweat formed on her brow. Her cheeks flamed and she hung her head. "Jacket."

He leaned forward, still smiling,

"What was that, princess? I didn't catch that."

"I-- I brought your jacket back, and to ask about aftercare-- I mean tattoo aftercare... It's called that, right?"

He was beaming. Smug motherfucker, she thought. He flicked his head. 

"Come on in. You want a cup of coffee?"

Greta stared back at him, her jaw clenching only to keep it from falling open again. She glanced down at the stairs, she could leave now. Just throw the jacket at him, run down the stairs, and save herself the embarrassment of melting in front of this man. 

"It's a simple yes or no darling, you need some caffeine?" James asked, leaning against the door frame his eyes narrowing playfully. The grin still plastered over his perfect mouth, the stubble he had last night had somehow gotten darker and it was now she could see the small patches of grey. 

"Caffeine sounds great," she smiled, deciding against her flight response as she willed her feet to move.

"Come on in." 

James encouraged, taking a step back as she took a tentative step then a second one inside, immediately engulfed in his scent that lingered more intensely around them in his living space when he closed the door behind her.

His fingers touched hers as he took the jacket, and hung it on a hook before walking towards what she assumed was the kitchen.

Her eyes darted everywhere. Trying to take in as much as she could and learn more about him, the place was surprisingly tidy and clean for being a guy's place.

What stood out to her as she took a few steps further inside was the shelves lining one wall, filled with books upon books. If she looked closely enough she'd get a glimpse of drawings on their worn covers.

His head peaked at her from behind a  cabinet, cutting her out of her curious glances.

"You coming? I don't bite, Greta." 

His lips curled upwards in a smirk when she shuffled in a hurry to him.

James gestured to the cupboard when she approached, "Pick a mug, any mug."

When Greta peered inside there was a variety of mismatched mugs in a variety of sizes and shapes. 

"Oh, that one," she pointed at a dark grey mug with a red star on the side.

James smiled, pulling it down for her, "That's my favorite one."

He poured her a cup from the carafe in the kitchen and held it out to her with the handle out. She reached for the base of the mug but he pulled it from her reach, "It's hot, take the handle," he laughed and she rolled her eyes but listened. 

She turned, watching him walk around the butcher block island and into the loft. The exposed brick walls held more than just shelves of books, but art and crates full of old records. In the middle of the living room, he slid down against his brown leather couch and patted it gently. 

She sat down next to him awkwardly, her nose filling with his scent as the cushions squished beneath her. She gripped the mug between her fingers and bit the inside of her lip nervously as her eyes settled on the two large pane windows behind him. 

"Can I see?" he asked, tilting his head to catch her gaze. 

She turned back to him, her eyebrowed curled up in confusion. 

"The shell," he laughed. 

"Oh yeah of course," she set her cup down on the table in front of her and angled it so he could see her side. 

His fingers brushed against the sliver of bare skin around her hips and lifted the shirt up around her ribs. Greta’s breath hitched, and his fingers paused momentarily, before resuming their journey, gently tracing around the tattoo. His touch was featherlight but warm, heat radiating from him. 

“Good girl, took care of this nicely,” James murmured, voice low and soft a little less grave than last night. 

Greta shivered at his words, a breathy “Thanks,” falling from her lips as his fingers kept tracing patterns on her skin.

"Lines still look good," he whispered as her eyes closed and she nodded. "You did well last night."

Her chest heaved. Greta wanted to hear that "good girl" spoken over and over again in her ear. She wanted to beg him to say it again but thought better of it. Instead, all she could muster was pathetic, "y--yeah. They do."

"You okay?" He asked as he looked up at her.

Her heart was racing, she felt dizzy, and her chest was heaving. She was anything but okay right now.

"Still hung over," she murmured.

"Hmm." That gentle, gravelly voice was going to be the death of her. He withdrew his hand and took his sweet time putting her shirt back down, his knuckles brushing against her as he went. She opened her eyes and took a sip of coffee as he leaned back.

"You'll wanna keep that moisturized, clean, and dry. I can give you a pamphlet. I got lots of 'em up here."

"Thanks." She looked around, trying to calm herself down, staring at his bookshelf. Lots of art books. She smiled. "This place is cute."

He chuckled and his eyes lit up as his bottom lip was caught between his teeth. Greta felt her heart begin to race again.

"Looks a lot prettier with you in it, darling."

She hid the blush creeping up her cheeks behind her mug, taking another sip as her eyes flickered to him. Ice blue eyes were still trained on her, that hungry look had returned and she couldn't help the way her inner thigh muscles tensed watching him. He wasn't real. No man that looked like that was real. 

"Thanks," she mustered. 

"You didn't have to bring back the jacket," he said, sipping his own coffee and leaning back into the leather, "kinda glad you did though." 

Greta glanced over at him, a glimmer of hope that he was happy to see her again flooded her chest, "yeah?" 

"It's my favorite jacket." 

As quickly as it came, the hope deflated and she nodded, forcing a smile, "Well, thanks for letting me borrow it." 

She could feel James watching her for a moment before he leaned forward, setting his mug on the coffee table in front of them. Her eyes roamed his body, watching the way his muscles moved. The now familiar ember ignited in her stomach as he reached for her mug, gently taking it from her and setting it next to his. Curiosity now filled her. 

"You're taking it with you when you leave today," he said lowly, reaching forward and tucking a strand of her hair behind her ear. 

Once again breathless, her brows knit together, "why?" 

There was that smile again, "so you have another excuse to come to see me again."

"If you wanted to see me, James, you just had to ask." Greta leaned a little closer, curling her leg under her ass on the couch. 

"I don't think that's how you operate," his ocean eyes flickered over her, landing on her lips and watching as she spoke. 

"Tell me then, after four long hours of knowing me, how exactly do I operate?" She rested her hand on the back of the couch and slid forward so her knees pressed to his thigh, his eyes still locked on her lips until she cleared her throat. "Cat got your tongue?" She teased and he looked up at her with a sly smile on his face. 

"I wish," he mumbled sitting up he leaned in close, his nose practically touching hers. He raised one hand, running one of his knuckles down the flushed slope of her neck under her dark hair. "You and your little gang operate on truth and dare," he whispered, his voice low and husky. 

"My little gang?" She laughed. "You seem a little old to be playing truth and dare." She teased, leaning in his touch as his fingers brushed under the collar of her shirt.

"Ouch," he nodded, inching closer. "I think you're just scared to play with me," he licked his bottom lip. 

"I never lose," she hums, her body gravitating toward him. "If anyone is scared it's you," she whispered. 

James laughed nervously, "you're infuriating."

She thought about it, her lips curling into a smile as the right words came to mind, "I dare you to kiss me," she swallowed tightly as his eyes flickered from her lips to her eyes.

James’ eyes were smoldering, boring into hers as he leaned up, one arm on the back of the couch, his other hand coming up to grip her chin lightly. 

Greta’s eyes fluttered and started shutting as James leaned in, his lips touching hers gently before pulling away, coming back again, to press a little harder. His hand slid from her chin down her throat, slowly trailing between her breasts before going around to her waist. 

His fingers gripped her delicately, as the tip of his tongue traced her lower lip. She parted them and his tongue slipped inside, the piercing a cool shock against hers.

Greta gasped and melted against him as his tongue slid against hers. Her hands didn't know where to go, and she floundered for a second before one of them wrapped around his bicep, fingernails digging in as the kiss go more intense. Her stomach was an explosion of fireworks and he gently bit down on her bottom lip before sucking on it, pulling a moan from the depths of her throat. That mischievous chuckle filled the space between them, taking the place of unbridled tension for just a moment and she let out a giggle as he pulled back. His cheeks were flushed and his lips bitten red. Her chest heaved.

"More," she breathed.

He arched a brow.

"More?"

She nodded and he leaned forward slowly, his head tilting to the side. Lips hovered over hers and they shared a short breath before he pulled back just as she went to kiss him again. He smirked.

"I dare you to beg me for it."

Greta sucked in a breath craving more of him. Her hand wrapped around his bicep and released its hold. She dragged it slowly to the middle of his chest before lifting her palm so only her fingertips were left touching him. She could feel the way his heart was hammering against his own chest, matching the rapid pace of hers. 

He looked calm and collected on the outside but his heart gave him away and two can play this game. 

She leaned into him ghosting her lips over his jawline, letting his stubble prickle at her kiss bitten lips. Greta nipped at him, leaving a trail of kisses along his cheekbone and up to his ear, and whispered, "make me."

A deep sound that was a mix of a growl and a chuckle left James' chest, as he moved to lock his eyes with hers, a playful smirk tugging at his lips. His hand moved back up her body, landing on her neck as the tip of his thumb ghosted her throat. 

"That's not the game, Greta" He whispered, before leaning in and taking her bottom lip between his teeth, gently pulling backward. "I thought you didn't lose" 

Greta swallowed the lump in her throat as she stared at him, trying to stifle a moan that wanted to escape as he pulled at her bottom lip. This guy was good. But so was she. Despite how fuzzy he made her brain go, there was a prize here that was going to be hers at any cost. 

James' free hand moved softly up her thigh, teasing her through her leggings and touching every nerve that made her want to pounce on him right there. 

"I don't lose..." Greta moved to sit herself up, placing her hand on his chest and pushing him gently backwards, "You just haven't given me anything to beg for..." She teased, tracing her tongue up his neck, and nipping the skin on the edge of his jaw.

His eyes narrowed slightly as if trying to guess what she wanted him to do.

"Hmm, you want something to beg for, princess?" He asked, abruptly sitting back up.

With a yelp, Greta found herself caged underneath him, his body hovering over hers as his tongue dragged along her collarbone to her neck.

He stopped at her ear, a low growl of appreciation rumbling out before he whispered, "Maybe we'll both win today."

His teeth raked over her jaw painfully slowly as his hand snaked beneath her. His fingers dug into her back, pulling her hips to collide with his. 

A strangled gasp left her lips, forcing a smirk to form on his lips. His long hair fell around his face, tickling her face as he pressed himself against her. Her legs fell open without effort as he rolled between them and gave her exactly what she wanted in the form of pressure from his disco stick. 

"James," his name dripped from her lips as her fingers found their way beneath his shirt and dug into his back. 

"Almost," he whispered, licking her top lip and pulling away before she could get more of him. "Louder for me," he pressed her, he wasn't going to give her anything until she truly begged him.

Greta huffed, and James buried his face back in her neck, nipping lightly. 

“James!” she yelped, and she could feel his grin against her skin. He rolled his hips down against her as he brought his lips back to hers. His tongue swept through her mouth, sliding wetly along hers, piercing sleek against it. 

Greta moaned, sucking on his tongue as she wrapped her arms around his back, pulling him closer, hands sliding up and down his inked back.

He let out a whine as she released him and his lips found her neck with ease as he continued to tease her. The pressure from his cock grinding down against her was almost too much. He moaned in her ear and her toes curled, back arching off of the couch.

"Keep saying my name like that, sugar, and you're gonna get all of this and more."

Her eyes rolled back and he tugged at the hem of her shirt, pulling her back down to earth.

"Can we get this off of you?" He asked, his eyes softening before adding, "Please? I want to get a damn good look at you."

"Yes," she breathed as he gave her some room to sit up. 

His fingers hooked into the fabric and he helped her raise the arm that was on her tattooed side. He pulled it off slowly, as though he were unwrapping her like a gift. She felt the fabric brush against her tattoo and inhaled a little deeper while her heart thumped in her throat. Finally, the shirt reached her fingertips and it flew somewhere across the apartment as James gripped her waist and his head dived for the top of her breast, placing hot open mouthed kisses all the way toward the center of her chest, all while he pushed her back down to the cushions. His mouth then moved down, over the roughness of her bra and down her belly. 

He looked up at her and then smiled before he began to make small circles with the tip of his tongue on her belly. She could feel the piercing gliding against her skin and her breath hitched and they locked eyes.

"I need to hear you ask for it, Greta." Flames licked the inside of her belly and she whined. James's fingers hooked into the waistband of her leggings. "Be a good girl."

"Oh fuck" she moaned under her breath, between the way his lips and tongue felt against her body and the way his fingers traced perfectly over her curves, Greta felt like she was going to combust. 

Her hips writhed beneath him, urging him to rip the leggings off of her, but he waited needing the words her brain was struggling to form. 

James hovered over her stomach, dragging his tongue from her navel up to her neck as his hand gripped her chin. He took her earlobe between his teeth, causing her to gasp, "I said to be a good girl," 

Fuck it. She thought, the fire in her stomach was becoming too much and all she wanted was every bit of him. "Please," she begged between a moan and a whisper, "make me beg for it, please." 

Another low chuckle rumbled through him, "as you wish."

He dug his fingers into the waistband of her leggings, and pulled them off painfully slowly, tossing them somewhere in the apartment once she was free of them. He grasped her calf, and pressed a soft kiss to her ankle, ghosting his lips gently up her leg, leaving kisses and gentle nips in his wake. This man really knew how to light a fire under her skin, but there was no doubt in her mind that every second of this torturous pleasure was going to be worth it. 

"James..." She whined, biting down on her bottom lip as a jolt of pleasure shot up her spine. 

"Patience, angel" He grumbled into the skin of her thigh, moving to place his lips on her hip bone. 

His hand moved up to trail his knuckle along her clothed cunt, a smirk forming on his lips. "So wet, just for me... Such a good girl" He pressed more kisses into her skin as his fingertip worked teasing her clit through the black lace.

Greta wasn't sure she could stand the teasing much longer. 

"Please, James," She breathed out, a whine lingering at the end of the words, "Please."

"Please, what?" He asked, his lips still softly kissing her thighs on either side of her panties.

"Please, I need to feel you," She begged.

One eyebrow quirked up, "Oh yeah?"

She nodded immediately, whining as his fingers pushed a little harder against her clit, still overtop of the wet fabric.

"Can I take these off, sweetheart?" He asked, tugging at the band of her panties.

Greta nodded desperately, gasping out another ragged “Please,” before James hooked his fingers around the waistband and pulled them down her legs, throwing them to the floor as he leaned in between her legs. 

“Ready sweetheart?” James asked, breathing hotly over her bare cunt. 

“Oh god, yes!” she groaned, half frustration, half arousal. He lifted the corner of his lips before ducking down and licking a long stripe up her folds. The piercing was still a little cool but added an amazing gliding sensation against her skin. 

“James…” she moaned, hands burying deep in his long hair, pulling on the strands as he slowly circled her clit.

The groan that sprang from his throat made goosebumps cascade over her entire body and she shivered in the best way. Her hands came to knot in his hair as he teased her with the tip of his tongue, circling around her clit this time instead of actually touching it. The bead from his piercing just barely grazed the swollen bundle of nerves. Frustrated, she tried to drive her hips harder against him and he chuckled before giving her just a little more. He chuckled and looked up at her, pulling away for only a moment.

"I haven't had breakfast and I want to take my time with you," he purred. "Unless you have somewhere to be."

She shook her head and he smiled.

"Good, then lie back down for me." He paused to dip his head and gently flick her clit. "Please?"

She groaned in frustration, wanting--needing more from his mouth. His plea only egged on her arousal. "I...need," Greta sobbed, circling her hips as he went still, his tongue barely touching her. 

He let out a breath, warm heat fanning over her clit, "what do you need sweetheart?" James dove back in, running his tongue through her, flattening it over the one spot that was begging to be touched. 

"More," she choked out, "I need more." 

"So greedy, little one." He grinned, "but," James licked her again, swirling his tongue around her clit. The piercing driving her mad, "I suppose you've been good, so I'll give you what you want." 

Greta whined at his words, feeling him once again dive into her. His tongue lashed at her most sensitive bits. The room filled with the sounds of his mouth sucking and nipping at her arousal creating a symphony with the moans spilling from her lips. 

Her eyes slammed shut, feeling the hard muscle of his arm draped over her belly, holding her hips to the leather. 

"Stay still for me darlin, like I know you can."

Greta's breath hitched, as she bit down on her bottom lip and let out a whimper. Every piece of her felt like it was on fire and the sweet release she was chasing was inching closer with every flick of his tongue. 

"You wanted me to beg, so I'm fucking begging" She moaned, pushing her head back into the cushions of the couch. "Please, James... Please" 

A playful smirk crept onto his face as he kissed her thigh, and teased her entrance with the tip of his finger. James pulled her swollen bud between his teeth before sucking on it and shoving his finger into her and curling it against her g-spot. 

"Fuck, yes!" She moaned, as a shiver of pleasure shot up her spine, making her head go fuzzy. "Just like that, god that feels good"

James kept his pace, the rhythm of his tongue against her clit matching the curl of his finger, sending Greta into a frenzy as her sounds filled his apartment. She was sure the shop below could hear, but she didn't care. This man knew exactly what he was doing.

"Oh! Oh God, James!" Greta cried out as the world seemed to explode around her.

James didn't stop his relentless attention between her legs though. 

A second finger pushed into her, and his groan vibrated up through her body while he continued his onslaught on her clit with his tongue.

Already so sensitive from one orgasm, the second seemed to overcome her without warning. Greta's back arched as she cried out again, her fingers pulling on his hair.

"S-stop - holy shit, stop," She pleaded, her senses overwhelmed and unable to handle anymore.

James pulled away then, the loss of his fingers suddenly making her feel empty. In spite of two mind-shattering orgasms in a row, instead of seeking a reprieve, Greta found herself desperately wanting more.

"You okay?" He asked, licking his lips.

She surged forwards, grabbing his neck and pulling him up to her lips, kissing him and tasting herself. 

“More,” she rasped, reaching one hand down to play with his waistband. His hands joined hers and pushed his pyjama pants and briefs down, freeing his hard cock. It slapped against his stomach, thick and long, red at the tip and leaking. 

James groaned and bit down on Greta’s lip, making her whimper. She grasped his dick, guiding him between her legs and he rocked his hips against hers, dick sliding through her folds. She gasped and he chuckled tightly. 

“Ready sweetheart?” he asked, raising his eyes to hers. 

“Please…” she breathed, “I dare you to make me yours” he groaned, pressing his lips hard to hers again.

"Oh, don't you worry your pretty little head about that," he groaned as he eased himself into her and Greta raked her fingernails down his back. He filled her up completely and she wound one leg around his waist, her heel digging into his ass as he bottomed out.

"Oh, God!"

He chuckled against her ear.

"It's just me, sweetheart. But thanks for the compliment."

Slowly, his hips began to move slowly, filling her up and forcing a moan to spill from her lips. His lips found their way along her jawline, over the shell of her ear, and eventually to her forehead where he pressed a soft kiss as he pushed himself deeper with another thrust. She cried out and he shushed her gently.

"It's okay. You can take it, can't you?"

It wasn't mocking, more like checking in with her. And for some reason, it was the hottest fucking thing that came out of his mouth. Her entire body shivered and she nodded. He pressed a second kiss to her forehead as his hips sped up.

"Atta girl."

At his words, her cunt clenched around him and a whimper escaped her throat, pulling a small smirk from James. 

"You have a little bit of a praise kink, don't you?" He groaned, dipping his head to suck a dark mark onto her the skin of her collarbone. 

Greta sucked in a shaky breath, and bit her bottom lip to stifle a moan. The pleasure building up inside her made all her thoughts shoot out of her mind and she wasn't able to form a response outside of letting out a groan and clenching around him once more. 

Picking up the pace of his hips, James moved his lips to pepper the side of her neck with kisses that matched his rhythm. "You take me so well, sweet girl.." He mumbled into her, "I'm right here, I've got you..." 

"James..." A sob left her throat as the pit of her belly built with the pressure of her arousal. 

"You're okay, you can take it..." He reached up and took one of her hands, interlacing their fingers and giving her a reassuring squeeze as his thrusts became quicker. "Come for me once more, beautiful... I'm close" He grunted, before slamming his lips onto her, swallowing a moan.

"James - don't stop!" She whined, bucking up to meet his next thrust. 

He burrowed his head into her shoulder, where she felt his teeth graze her skin. The light pain was surprisingly pleasurable when he bit her, an almost feral growl escaping him when she cried out again. 

Greta's nails dug into his back then, "James - James, I'm - I'm gonna -"

“Please,” he begged as his hips snapped harder. 

The pace was perfect, and just enough to push her right over the edge. She cried out and her back arched as she pressed into him, a ragged moan dripping from her mouth in long, elongated vowels. James fucked her harder and deeper, biting down on his bottom lip until he was grunting and whimpering in her ear. She could hear their skin making the leather couch squeak and then his hips stilled and he came with a beautiful moan, his head falling forward as he bit down into her shoulder. Gently. She smiled and he collapsed on top of her, both of them breathing heavily. His mouth found hers in a sweet and soft kiss that made them both giggle when it broke. 

James stared at her and she blushed.

“What?”

“Nothing, I was just thinking about that thing you said about penguins.”

“You were thinking about penguins during sex?” She laughed.

“No, no. No, just now. I was thinking about what I told you about the male penguin bringing his mate a pebble.”

Somehow, they had enough room to roll over so that his back was pressed against the back of the couch and his hand drifted up her waist, lingering at the edge of the tattoo bandage. She shivered at the touch and he smiled as he gently began to trace over the bandage with a featherlight touch. She looked down and smiled.

“This is the pebble?” She asked softly.

“This is the pebble.” Their eyes met. His were so soft. “You wanna go out tonight? And tomorrow?” 

“And the next day?” She laughed as he pressed his nose against hers. 

“Hey, if you’re offering,” he chuckled as he brushed her hair away from her face.

She stared at him, tracing every inch of his face before a smile broke out across hers.

“Yes. I do.”

“Perfect,” he breathed as she tucked herself into his chest. 

He played with her hair and she closed her eyes. She had to thank Wanda for getting her out of her comfort zone.

[thisgirlnamedblusy]

hi!! i wanted to request marilyn x fem reader, where they are lingerie shopping and the reader teases marilyn a little. (some hints of smut and smut) thank youu!

Yess!!! here it is!!! I hope you like it, and sorry about the language mistakes!!! :)))

Let's have some fun

Pairing: Marilyn Thornhill x Fem! Reader

Warnings: Smut, strong language maybe, car sex

Word count: 2,392

Summary: You love to tease her, and after being in a lingerie shop, you can’t wait to play with her…

 N/A: Requests are open!!! Sorry about the delays, I’m working hard on your requests. I love you all!!!

“Well, I think we can go home now, right?” Marilyn said, carrying a few bags.

Saturdays at the mall were a short of torture for her. You needed to buy clothes, and after some pleas with your best pity face, your girlfriend agreed to go with you.

“Wait, wait, Kate has told me that they have opened a lingerie store that is awesome,” you said looking around you to locate it. Marilyn snorted and looked up. “Come on, Mari, don't complain so much. I think we should both renew our intimate wardrobe, don't you think?”

She frowned at you and opened her mouth to reply, but no words came out of her.

“Okay, but then we're going home.” she answered you. You clapped and kissed her quickly. “You always manage to convince me, (Y/N).”

“That's because you adore me,” you said in a victorious tone.

“Yes... Unfortunately...” The redhead whispered picking up the bags from the floor.

After walking through the mall, you finally found the store your friend told you about.

“Here it is, here it is,” you crooned.

Since you started a relationship with her, your world has completely changed. You went from being the typical quiet, introverted and shy girl, to being a whole new one. You were finally happy, and you wanted to shout it out to everyone. Two wonderful years passed and you were convinced that you would spend your whole life with her.

You entered the store and you widened your eyes. Everything there was ideal for you. Your credit card was going to go crazy.

“Oh… Look at this, Mari,” you said to your girlfriend, pointing to a beautiful lace outfit. “It would look great on you.” The redhead moved closer to take a better look and she shook her head.

“Isn't it… a bit… Sexual?” she asked, touching the fabric and watching it cautiously.

“Sexual? Please, it's perfect. I'd love to see you wearing it,” you whispered in her ear, causing her to jump a little.

“I don't know… It's not my style,” she said. “You know that my tastes are simple.”

“I know…” You whispered, looking for something more similar to what she used to wear. “Oh, oh, and what about this negligee?” You said running towards the suggestive garment.

“(Y/N)…”

“What? It can be used for one of our romantic nights…” You said raising and lowering your eyebrows. You were happy, and all those sexy outfits conjured up lustful thoughts on your mind.

“Let's see,” she told you, approaching. “Do you really think it would look good on me?”

“Of course, please, buy it,” you said grabbing your hands pleadingly.

“Maybe another time,” she said, tapping you on the shoulder.

“You killjoy,” you said, loud enough for Marilyn to hear.

“What have you said?”

“You’re such a killjoy,” you repeated, defiant. Marilyn shook her head and pursed her lips.

“Okay, (Y/N). Let's do something,” she told you, probably not wanting to argue. “You go your way and take what you want and I go mine.”

You rolled your eyes but nodded. After all, the idea of entering that store was yours.

You were entranced by the variety of underwear that was available. You were clear about what you wanted, and you immediately located something nice, without forgetting the occasional surprise for your girlfriend. The redhead was on her own, taking a look. It seemed that she also liked the store, as she took several things with her.

“Are you finished?” You said when you saw Marilyn with two more bags. She nodded smiling.

“Yes, I already am.”

“Give me 5 minutes and so I will,” you said, picking up several outfits at once. The redhead put the bags down and dusted off her hands. “Hey Mari, can I help you?”

“Calm down, I'm just trying to prevent my circulation from cutting off in my fingers,” she said, amused. She gave you a lot of pity, she always offered to carry all the stuff. She was so protective... How could you not love her?

“Why don't you go to the car to leave all the bags? I'll go right away,” you proposed. She was thinking for a second but she smiled, kissing you on the lips.

“I think it's a great idea, (Y/N). But don't take too long, or I'll leave without you,” she told you, taking the bags again.

“You're not capable…” You hissed.

“Don't try me, honey.”

After a few more minutes of compulsive shopping, you left the mall, laden with three bags of lingerie. Some very fun nights awaited you…

The redhead was waiting for you along with her little beetle.

“Wow, you've taken it easy, (Y/N).”

You mockingly stuck your tongue out at her. You left the purchases on the floor and went to open the trunk.

“Don't even try it, (Y/N), it's impossible,” the redhead told you. Indeed, there was no free space in that small trunk.

“I told you to bring my car…” You sighed, closing it in frustration.

“That junk? No, thanks, I prefer to live,” Marilyn teased. “Bring them to me, we'll put them on the back seats.”

Playing with the little space that car had, you managed to put all the purchases in and you got ready to return home. You couldn't help it. You turned back and picked up a couple of bags to peer into their contents.

“What are you doing, (Y/N)?” The redhead asked, concentrating on the road.

“I’m looking at that horrible pack of 10 panties you bought,” you joked, rummaging through the bag. She hit your leg.

“I bought what I need. Can't you wait to get home?” She asked with a firm and somehow annoyed tone.

“Nope,” you said, ignoring her, of course. There were a lot of underwear that you used to see her in, but at the bottom of the bag, there was something that caught your eye. “I can't believe it, you bought it,” you said smiling, seeing that negligee that you showed him in the store.

“Thanks for messing up the surprise,” she said with a mocking tone, but not annoying. It was very difficult for her to be angry with you.

“I love it, I can't wait to see it on you…” You said, caressing her leg gently.

“Well, wait until you get home at least,” she told you, laughing, moving in her seat so that you would stop caressing her.

You looked out the window and recognized the landscape. A dangerous idea crossed your mind.

“ Wait, do you see that road? Turn that way,” you said, pointing the entrance to the path effusively. The redhead looked in that direction and frowned.

“Over there? That path goes to the woods,” she told you, surprised. You agreed.

“I know, it's a shortcut,” you said. You were lying, obviously. Marilyn didn't trust you, and she did well. “Come on, come on, turn, turn,” you insisted, taking the wheel.

“Okay, okay, calm down,” The redhead told you, slapping your hand.

The car turned onto the road. Everything vibrated when walking that old path. You knew that trail, you had been there many times.

“Oh… The shock absorbers…” The redhead lamented. You made a gesture with your hand, dismissing it.

“It's a beautiful path, isn't it?” You said amused. Marilyn looked at you with wide eyes, trying to keep control of the car.

Just as you had planned, the end of the road came.

“There, there is no other way, (Y/N). Didn't you say it was a shortcut?” Marilyn asked you, beginning to understand the trap she had fallen into.

“Oops, I lied,” you said, putting your hand over your mouth to emphasize your attitude. The redhead rested her head on the steering wheel.

“I should have imagined… Okay, would you be so kind as to tell me what we're doing here? In the middle of nowhere?”

“Contemplate the landscape… There are amazing views…”You whispered in her ear, moving the hair away from her neck. She got up quickly.

“Sure, of course. What I want most right now is to contemplate the…”

You didn't let her to finish talking. You started to kiss her passionately, leaving her totally still. She didn't push you, she didn't push you away, but in order for her to understand what it was you wanted, you needed to do something else. You reached for the keys and turned them, turning the engine off. With the other hand, you caressed her leg again, but this time, under her dress.

“(Y/N)… What are you doing?” She asked panting.

“I’m checking one thing,” you said, without separating your hand from her leg while you kissed her neck. Marilyn put a hand on your chest to pull you away a bit.

“Checking one thing… Checking exactly what?” She asked with raised eyebrows.

“That you're not boring,” you whispered, biting her earlobe. She pulled away from her abruptly.

“What did you say? Me? Boring?” She said, pretending to be offended.

“Yeah, you, boring.”

“I bought that negligee you told me about, (Y/N). And I think you have no problem having fun with me,” she told you, caressing your cheek. Your hand was still on her leg, of course.

“Prove it, redhead. Come on, let's have some fun under the shelter of the trees,” you whispered, without losing your suggestive and lustful tone for a second.

“Here?”

“Yes, here. Just let yourself go...”

Your hand kept going up until it reached its target. You started stroking her up and down through her underwear. Marilyn seemed a bit scared to do that kind of thing in broad daylight in the middle of the woods, and she was looking everywhere. You stopped touching her and took her chin with your other hand.

“Hey, relax. There is no one here, for sure,” you said. She sighed, but she nodded and closed her eyes.

You continued your caresses as you took off your belt so you could get a little closer.

While you kissed her with affection and desire, your hand was inserted through her clothes, thus being able to touch her bare skin. The redhead gasped when your fingers reached that point of maximum pleasure and rubbed against it, sending gusts of pleasure through her body.

“Fuck, don't stop, (Y/N)…” She whispered. Apparently it no longer seemed such a bad idea to her. You decided to stop making fun of poor Marilyn, and make her enjoy.

You stopped touching her and moved to get on top of her in one clumsy motion. The horn of her car rang out in that deserted place when you hit it with your butt.

“Oh, sorry,” you said, blushing a little. She smiled and looked at you, her eyes bright with desire, hungry.

“Wait,” she said, lowering her hand under her seat.

With a loud “click”, the seat moved back, giving you more space.

“That's much better,” you commented, while your hand returned to the place where it was before.

“You're crazy, (Y/N)…” She told you, gradually turning her gasps into moans as your caresses began to surround her entrance.

“Yes, crazy for you,” you answered, inserting two of your fingers into her. It was difficult to maneuver in that position, but you did it the best you could. She didn't seem to care at all. Within seconds, she was squirming under you.

Your rhythm was irregular and you kept your eyes open, watching your girlfriend enjoy your touch. It was a strange place. The car was small and uncomfortable, but none of that seemed to matter to you.

You kissed every part of her body that you could, while she leaned back slightly to give you better access. A short time later, her body was moving more and more out of control. Her hand gripped your hair tightly, indicating that she had completely lost control.

Marilyn stiffened and moaned loud and intense. You laughed as you withdrew your hand.

“Fuck, (Y/N)… That was…”

“Shut up, we're not done yet,” you said, getting off of her. Clumsily, and also pushing your seat back, you took off your pants and pointed to your crotch.

“Return the favor,” you said, biting your lip. The redhead was trying to catch her breath, but she nodded and moved to get on top of you. She kissed you with affection, with love, but also with hunger and desire. You didn't think it would be so easy to convince her to do something so risky. Of course “no one passed by” was another one of your dirty lies. It was a path quite frequented by hikers. Fortunately no one seemed to be there that day.

Marilyn reached into your side and pulled a lever, lowering the back of her seat so that you were lying down. You got quite a scare, but she also seemed amused to see your scared face for once.

She now she could fit between your legs with a little more room.

Soon your underwear disappeared around your ankles and immediately after you felt her lips where you needed them most.

“Oh, that's it, Mari…” You whispered. She scratched your leg to shut you up. She might seem very shy, but she loved feeling like she was in control. Her fingers were skilled, they knew where to play and how to play. You were going crazy and hardly cared how hot it was in the little beetle.

You had to admit that you were wrong about her. Now you would have many things to do, and in many different places.

You exploded with pleasure feeling how her hand pulled your hair. You pulled her up to kiss her, while her fingers flexed, sending millions of electrical currents through your nervous system.

After your orgasm, Marilyn sat back in the driver's seat.

“Who's boring now?” She asked, getting back into a comfortable driving position.

“Okay, okay, you win,” you said, making movements similar to a turtle trying to turn around “A little help, please.”

The redhead tugged at your hand so you could sit down again, and get dressed, by the way.

“Let's go home, I need a shower,” she told you, starting the car again.

“And then I'd like to see you with the negligee,” you said, as if you still hadn't managed to get completely free.

“You will see me, (Y/N), you will see me…”

[dear-indies]

heya do you know of any fcs who have played a role or just generally look more punk/alt and who have resources? (big bonus if they are tattooed) thank you

Benjamin Bratt (1963) Peruvian of Quechua descent, German (including Sudeten German), and English - DMZ.

Clemens Schick (1972) - Barcelona-Krimi: Blutiger Beton.

Chris Messina (1974) - Harley Quinn: Birds of Prey.

Lesley-Ann Brandt (1981) English, East Indian, German, Spanish, Dutch, Khoisan, Ashkenazi Jewish - Lucifer.

Miyavi (1981) Japanese / Korean-Japanese.

Nyla Rose (1982) Oneida / African-American - is a trans woman.

Riz Ahmed (1982) Pakistani - Sound of Metal.

Levy Tran (1983) Vietnamese.

Richard Cabral (1984) Mexican.

Asia Kate Dillon (1984) Ashkenazi Jewish / Unspecified - non-binary and pansexual (they/them).

Jaimie Alexander (1984) - Blindspot.

Clayton Cardenas (1985) Mexican and Filipino.

Deepika Padukone (1986) Konkani Indian - XXX: Return of Xander Cage.

Maika Harper (1986) Inuit - Mohawk Girls.

Kali Reis (1986) Wampanoag, Nipmuc, Cherokee, and Cape Verdean - is Two-Spirit (she/her) and queer.

Diane Guerrero (1986) Colombian - Doom Patrol.

Jurnee Smollett (1986) African-American, possibly other / Ashkenazi Jewish - in Harley Quinn: Birds of Prey, The Twilight Zone.

Uraz Kaygılaroğlu (1987) Turkish - Üç Kurus.

Ritu Arya (1988) Indian - The Umbrella Academy, Humans.

Macarena García (1988) - Pesar De Todo.

Nico Tortorella (1988) - is non-binary (any pronouns), poly and demisexual.

Mae Whitman (1988) - pansexual - Jack.

FKA twigs (1988) African-Jamaican / English, Spanish.

Tóc Tiên (1989) Vietnamese - Furies.

Rob Raco (1989) - Riverdale.

Hannah John-Kamen (1989) Nigerian / Norwegian - Killjoys.

Úrsula Corberó (1989) - Money Heist, Snake Eyes.

Tom Maden (1989) French, Belgian [Walloon], Portuguese, Afro Caribbean, African-American, English, German - Lifeline.

Chang Ryul / Yull Jang (1989) Korean - My Name.

Yamada Yuki (1990) Japanese - Tokyo Revengers.

Eric Graise (1990) African-American - is a bilateral amputee - Queer as Folk.

Oliver Stark (1991) - MindGamers.

Ryan Sitkowski (1991)

Vico Ortiz (1991) Puerto Rican - non-binary (they/them) and poly.

Tyler Posey (1991) Mexican / English, Scottish, Irish, German, distant French - is queer and sexually fluid.

Avan Jogia (1992) Gujarati Indian / English, Welsh, some German, Irish, French - Johnny, Now Apocalypse.

Jessica Henwick (1992) Chinese Singaporean / English - The Matrix Resurrections.

Kiana Madeira (1992) Irish, Unspecified First Nations, Black Canadian / Portuguese - Fear Street.

Simone Susinna (1993) - 365 Days: This Day.

Bia Arantes (1993) Brazilian - Órfãos da Terra.

Park Gyu Young (1993) Korean - Sweet Home.

Joseph Quinn (1993) - Stranger Things.

Yves Mathieu East (1994) Afro Asian - is queer.

Emma Dumont (1994) - The Gifted.

Remington Leith (1994) Unspecified Indigenous Brazilian and White.

Keshi / Casey Luong (1994) Vietnamese.

Lyrica Okano (1994) Japanese - The Runaways.

Lily Sullivan (1994) - Romper Stomper, Evil Dead Rise.

Natasha Liu Bordizzo (1994) Chinese / Italian - Ahsoka.

Lina Ahn (1994) Korean.

Sasha Lane (1995) African-American, Māori, English, Scottish, Sorbian, French, Cornish, distant German, Italian, Belgian Flemish, Russian, and Northern Irish - is gay and has schizoaffective disorder.

Sophia Taylor Ali (1995) Pakistani / Sicilian Italian, Danish, Norwegian, German - Uncharted.

Ryan Potter (1995) Japanese / Ashkenazi Jewish, Swedish, English, German - is bisexual - Titans.

Adeline Rudolph (1995) Korean / German - Chilling Adventures of Sabrina, Resident Evil.

Rish Shah (1995) Indian - Do Revenge.

Brandon Perea (1995) Filipino and Puerto Rican - Nope.

Ashton Sanders (1995) African-American - Native Son.

Kehlani (1995) African-American, French, Blackfoot, Cherokee, Spanish, Mexican, Filipino, Scottish, English, German, Scots-Irish/Northern Irish, and Welsh, as well as distant Cornish, Irish, and possibly Choctaw - non-binary womxn (she/they) and is a lesbian.

Emma Mackey (1996) - Sex Education.

Leah Lewis (1996) Chinese - Nancy Drew.

Rhea Ripley (1996)

Tati Gabrielle (1996) Korean, African-American / African-American - Chilling Adventures of Sabrina, Uncharted.

Hero Fiennes Tiffin (1997) - After.

Do Han-se (1997) Korean.

Evan Mock (1997) Bisaya Filipino / White.

Lizeth Selene (1997) Mexican [Black, White, and Unspecified Indigenous]- is genderfluid and queer (she/they).

Archie Renaux (1997) English, Punjabi Indian - Gold Digger.

Murakami Nijiro (1997) Japanese - Alice in Borderland.

Bahar Sahin (1997) Turkish - Duran.

Chella Man (1998) Hongkonger and Jewish - is deaf, genderqueer and pansexual (he/they) - Titans.

Brianne Tju (1998) Chinese, Indonesian - High School.

Fin Argus (1998) - genderqueer (they/them).

Beabadoobee (2000) Ilonggo Filipino - is bisexual.

Quannah Chasinghorse (2002) Hän, Gwich’in, Sicangu Oyate Lakota Sioux, and Oglala Lakota Sioux.

CG (?) Black - non-binary (they/them) - Queer as Folk.

MEMO FOR ME TO WORK ON MOVING MY ALTERNATIVE FACECLAIM MASTERLIST TO GOOGLE DOCS SO I CAN ADD MORE PEOPLE BC THE TUMBLR MASTERLIST HAS A LIMIT!

All of these have resources, anon!

[do-it-for-the-fandom]

Fic prompt: 5x04, fic about how exactly they got it out of Kate that she was going away with a boyfriend 😋

"I just wanna know why you're being so shady," Esposito stated.

"I'm not being shady," she said, hoping the forced laughter was convincing enough to keep them from knowing just how anxious she was right now.

But the way the two of them stared at her told her she was unsuccessful.

"What part of this is shady?"

"You started this conversation," Esposito reminded her. "You said you would be out of town this weekend."

"We simply asked what your plans were," Ryan explained. "And then you got all... defensive."

"Defensive?"

"Mind your business," Esposito mocked in his best - not even close to accurate - impression of her.

"I didn't say that," she frowned.

She had simply said that her plans outside of the precinct didn't concern them.

Okay, okay - she can see why they may have seen that as defensive.

"No, but you got squirrely."

"Very squirrely," Espo agreed.

"So... What's his name?"

She laughed. "Okay, now that is none of your business."

"Killjoy," they muttered as she walked away.

[kdramamilfs]

Rules: share some unpopular opinions about 5 different fandoms of your choosing.

tagged by @mistyquigly ty <3

tagging @puntless @wearetheunholyfamily @dykerikki @stoppressuringme if you want to fsdjfdsf

ok please don't hunt me for sport beloved mutuals and followers but here goes

yellowjackets i don't feel like explaining myself here but just know that i think jeff sucks, i didn't like the wilderness baby storyline at all and misty is NOT a sociopath -

the expanse sorry but i could never get behind the 'polyam belter fam' dynamic. compared to drummer's relationship with naomi that was just so boring to me, even if i was very excited to see drummer kiss a woman - that shouldve been naomi !! maybe it's the fact that all that was established off screen between seasons but i did not care for these people and i wanted drummer to keep being miserably in love with naomi instead (i mean she canonically was but still.) until naomi inevitably wouldve come to her senses and dropped james like a hot potato <3 also drummer is simply a lesbian. to me -

line of duty/flemson ok don't kill me for this but kate objectively sucks a bit. she gives me lowkey homophobic vibes (the hair comment....) and the way she treats other people and especially jo at the end of s6 just didnt sit right with me? as much as i LOVE flemson as a ship i think i might just like the fanon version of kate sjkdfhsfjhsf -

killjoys dutch/delle seyah is a way more interesting pairing to me than aneela/delle seyah OOP -

lucifer yes maze ending up with a woman was great but it should've been LINDA. maze/eve didn't do it for me at all like it was all too fast and too sweet and therefore so boring......

[sapphiccharacterstournament]

Masterpost of every character who has already competed

If you want to request a character be included in a future bracket, check this list first to make sure they haven't already competed

Lena Adams Foster (The Fosters) Elida Al-Feyr (Vagrant Queen) Nyssa Al Ghul (Arrow) Cassie Ainsworth (Skins) Luisa Alver (Jane the Virgin) Winter Anderson (American Horror Story: Cult) Miss Audrey (Snowpiercer) Babs (A Series of Unfortunate Events) Saanvi Bahl (Manifest) Bambi (Minx) Josephine Barry (Anne with an E) Sister Beatrice (Warrior Nun) Bilquis (American Gods) Maya Bishop (Station 19) Sarah Bishop (A Discovery of Witches) Alana Bloom (Hannibal) Cheryl Blossom (Riverdale) Anne Bonny (Black Sails) Kelly Booth (Black Mirror) Nova Bordelon (Queen Sugar) Nancy Botwin (Weeds) Dana Bryant (Mythic Quest) Robin Buckley (Stranger Things) Lena Burnham (Ray Donovan) Calliope Burns (First Kill) Delia Busby (Call the Midwife) Amanita Caplan (Sense8) Wendy Carr (Mindhunter) Chanel #3 (Scream Queens) Max Chapman (A League of their Own) Piper Chapman (Orange is the New Black) Denise Christopher (Timeless) Grace Choi (Black Lightning) Cassandra Cillian (The Librarians) Jade Claymore (Willow) Dani Clayton (The Haunting of Bly Manor) Raelle Collar (Motherland: Fort Salem) Dulcie Collins (Deadloch) Delphine Cormier (Orphan Black) Theo Crain (The Haunting of Hill House) Frannie Crowne (Brave New World) Moiraine Damodred (The Wheel of Time)

Alex Danvers (Supergirl) Ashley Davies (South of Nowhere) Carina DeLuca (Station 19) Jo Deluca (A League of Their own) Bo Dennis (Lost Girl) Clare Devlin (Derry Girls) Rosa Diaz (Brooklyn Nine-Nine) Franky Doyle (Wentworth) Camina Drummer (The Expanse) Waverly Earp (Wynona Earp) Kat Edison (The Bold Type) Philippa Eilhart (The Witcher) Mabel Elmsworth (The Buccaneers) Camile Engelson (Stitchers) Eretria (The Shannara Chronicals) Isobel Evans (Roswell New Mexico) Dana Fairbanks (The L Word) Juliette Fairmont (First Kill) Emily Fields (Pretty Little Liars) Veronica Fisher (Shameless) Fleabag (Fleabag) Flower (Ghosts) Gabrielle (Xena: Warrior Princess) Lupe Garcia (A League of Their Own) Bibi Garvey (Bad Sisters) Mirror Philippa Georgiou (Star Trek: Discovery) Gigi Ghorbani (The L Word: Gen Q) Stella Gibson (The Fall) Sue Gilbert (Dickinson) Emily Grace (Murdoch Mysteries) Yara Greyjoy (Game of Thrones) Monet de Haan (Gossip Girl) Judy Hale (Dead to Me) Yuri Han (XO, Kitty) Millie Harcourt (The Bletchley Circle) Nicole Haught (Wynonna Earp) Lauren Heller (Younger) Emma Hernandez (Vida) Pamela Isley (Batwoman) Susan Ivanova (Babylon 5) Bradley Jackson (The Morning Show) Alice Jones (Once Upon a Time) Tara Jones (Heartstopper) Quinn Joseph (Harlem) Kate (One Mississippi) Annalise Keating (How to Get Away with Murder) Tina Kennard (The L Word) Kennedy (Buffy the Vampire Slayer) Yasmin Khan (Doctor Who)

Aneela Kin Rit (Killjoys) Camille L'Espanaye (The Fall of the House of Usher) Victorine LaFourcade (The Fall of the House of Usher) Lagertha (Vikings) Shelly Lambert (Minx) Sara Lance (Arrowverse) Lauren Lewis (Lost Girl) Lexa (The 100) Maggie Lin (Saving Hope) Anne Lister (Gentleman Jack) Veronica Lodge (Riverdale) Santana Lopez (Glee) Lucretia (Spartacus) Lyria (The Shannara Chronicals) Tara Maclay (Buffy the Vampire Slayer) Elizabeth Macmillan (Miss Fisher’s Murder Mysteries) Queen Maeve (The Boys) Maggie (Good Omens) Sofia Marchetti (Sex Education) Margot (Once Upon a Time) Bess Marvin (Nancy Drew) Cara Mason (Legend of the Seeker) Max (Black Sails) Katherine Mayfair (Desperate Housewives) Ally Mayfair-Richards (American Horror Story) Mazikeen (Lucifer) Shane McCutcheon (The L Word) Betty McRae (Bomb Girls) Lake Meriwether (Love, Victor) Freya Mikaelson (The Originals) Sandy Milkovich (Shameless) Mabel Mora (Only Murders in the Building) Ellen Morgan (Ellen) Rory Morningstar (Lucifer) Aleesha Morrison (Upload) Hayes Morrison (Conviction) Blanche Mottershead (Upstairs Downstairs)

Mulan (Once Upon a Time) Leighton Murray (Sex Lives of College Girls) Raffi Musiker (Star Trek: Picard) Susie Myerson (The Marvelous Mrs. Maisel) Nadja (What We Do in the Shadows) Nicky Nichols (Orange is the New Black) Nico (Vida) Nina (Good Omens) Allie Novak (Wentworth) Dani Núñez (The L Word: Gen Q) Ola Nyman (Sex Education) Shona O'Keefe (This Way Up) Kelly Olsen (Supergirl) Van Palmer (Yellowjackets) Marjorie Palmiotti (Veep) Gail Peck (Rookie Blue) Aline Penhallow (Shadowhunters) Valencia Perez (Crazy Ex-Girlfriend) Laura Peterson (The Morning Show) Lindsay Peterson (Queer as Folk) Anissa Pierce (Black Lightning) Brittany S. Pierce (Glee) Naomi Pierce (Succession) Alice Pieszecki (The L Word) Eve Polastri (Killing Eve) Bette Porter (The L Word) Bill Potts (Doctor Who) Arthie Premkumar (GLOW) Amae Rali (Vagrant Queen)

Scylla Ramshorn (Motherland: Fort Salem) Amy Raudenfeld (Faking It) Logan Rawlings (Young & Hungry) Maia Rindell (The Good Fight) Arizona Robins (Grey's Anatomy) Eve Rothlo (How to Get Away with Murder) Root (Person of Interest) Willow Rosenberg (Buffy the Vampire Slayer) Kenya Rosewater (Defiance) Susan Ross (Seinfeld) Siuan Sanche (WoT) Ellaria Sand (Game of Thrones) Jenny Schecter (The L Word) Jinju Seong (Snowpiercer) Seven of Nine (Star Trek: Voyager & Star Trek: Picard) Toni Shalifoe (The Wilds) Kalinda Sharma (The Good Wife) Carson Shaw (A League of Their Own) Sameen Shaw (Person of Interest) Leslie Shay (Chicago Fire) Amy Silva (Vigil) Bea Smith (Wentworth) Petra Solano (Jane the Virgin) Rose Solano (Jane the Virgin) River Song (Doctor Who) Kitty Song Covey (XO, Kitty) Serena Southerlyn (Law & Order) Zelda Spellman (Chilling Adventures of Sabrina) Maya St. Germain (Pretty Little Liars) Moira Strand (The Handmaid’s Tale) Della Street (Perry Mason) Tamsin (Lost Girl) Kit Tanthalos (Willow) Stahma Tarr (Defiance) Jamie Taylor (The Haunting of Bly Manor) Thirteen (House, MD) Thirteenth Doctor (Doctor Who) Tara Thornton (True Blood) Bess Till (Snowpiercer)

Tituba (Salem) Toni Topaz (Riverdale) Callie Torres (Grey’s Anatomy) Fabiola Torres (Never Have I Ever) Taissa Turner (Yellowjackets) Two / Portia Lin (Dark Matter) Alex Vause (OITNB) Mel Vera (Charmed) Villanelle (Killing Eve) Karen Walker (Will & Grace) Martha Walker (Silo) Poussey Washington (Orange is the New Black) Ellen Waverly (For All Mankind) Kerry Weaver (ER) HG Wells (Warehouse 13) Sterling Wesley (Teenage Bounty Hunters) Nora West-Allen (The Flash) Jayne Wetherby (Dracula) Lucy Westenra (Dracula) Ilana Wexler (Broad City) Ryan Wilder (Batwoman) Carol Willick (Friends) Lana Winters (American Horror Story) Bernie Wolfe (Holby City) Camile Wray (Stargate Universe) Xena (Xena: Warrior Princess) Meh Yewll (Defiance) Yorkie (Black Mirror - San Junipero)

[blackfemmecharacterdependency]

BFCD Black Women in Horror/Monsters & More Masterlist

Black Women in Horror | Final Girls | Slayers | BFCD Monsters & More Masterlists 

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Abbie Mills Sleepy Hollow | Abby Williams Abby 1974 | Abigail Bellweather Motherland: Fort Salem | Abigail Bennett The Vampire Diaries | Adelaide Wilson/Red Us | Alberta Ghosts US | Alexa Woods Alien VS Predator | Alice Autofac, Electric Dreams | Alma Walker American Horror Story: Asylum | Amy Bellafonte The Passage | Akasha Queen of the Damned |  Amanda Fisher Ash VS Evil Dead |  Anacostia Quartermaine Motherland: Fort Salem | Angelina Johnson Harry Potter Verse | Aneela Kin Rit Killjoys | Anita Friday the 13th Pt 5: A New Beginning |  Anne Body Bags: The Gas Station | Anne Marie McCoy Candyman | Annie Keller Monsterland | Annie Sawyer Being Human UK | Apocalypta Dead 7 | Annabelle Cane The Magnus Archives | Ariel The Little Mermaid | Aya Al-Rashid The Originals

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Beatrice Bennett The Vampire Diaries |  Belle Fright Night: Part II | Beloved (Book and Movie Beloved) | Bernadette Walsh Candyman | Bertha Van Weld Sanjay and Craig | Betty Resident Evil | Billie Supernatural | Bonnie Bennett The Vampire Diaries | Braeden Teen Wolf | Bree The Vampire Diaries | Brianna Cartwright Candyman Reboot | Brianna Collier Escape Room 2 |  Bubble Valerian and The City of a Thousand Planets |

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Candace Preston Light As a Feather | Carla Spectros | Carmen Eguiluz Always a Witch | Carola Tales from the Darkside: The Movie | Caroline Newcliffe The Beast Must Die | Catarina Loss Shadowhunters | Charvel Bellweather Motherland: Fort Salem | Chocolate Rats Night of Terror | Christine Daae The Phantom of the Opera | Cisely Batiste Eve’s Bayou | Claudette Morel Dead By Daylight | Clementine Chasseur Hemlock Grove | Cleo Sowande Legacies | Cleophas Garroway Shadowhunters | Connie The Walking Dead | Cressida Into the Badlands | Cym The Forsaken | Cynthia Bones |

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Dana Cardinal Welcome to Nightvale | Dead Girl Jessebelle | Death of the Endless Sandman | Detective Evans Chucky | Diane Death Bed | Donna Siren | Donna Chadway Stigmata | Dr. Cushing Tales from the Hood |

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Efiya Kingdom of Souls Series | Ela I AM |  Elizabeth Henshaw The Haunted Mansion | Élodie Rakoto Dead by Daylight | Elphaba Wicked | Elzora Eve’s Bayou | Emily Bennett The Vampire Diaries | Epiphany Proudfoot Angelheart | Evillene The Wiz

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Farah Hauville The Wayhaven Chronicles | Fiji Cavanaugh Midnight, Texas | Fliss Dubois Man of Medan | Freak Bride (Kimmy) The Purge: Election Year | Frey Holland Forspoken | Fringilla Vigo The Witcher 

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Ganja Meda Ganja & Hess | Georgie Barker The Magnus Archives | Gladys Cravitz Chucky | Glinda The Wizard of Oz/Wiz | Grace Creepshow Series: Sibling Rivalry | Grandmother Raised by Wolves |  Gretel Monroe  Shadowhunters

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Hallie McDaniel Scream 2 | Hanna Lovecraft Country | Hannah Grose The Haunting of Bly Manor | Harriet Johnson The House on Skull Mountain | Hermione Granger Weasley  Harry Potter Verse | Hippolyta Freeman Lovecraft Country |

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Izzy Bit |

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Jackie Heath The Devil’s Advocate | Jada Shields Charmed Reboot | Jade Wesker Resident Evil | Jennifer Remming Sweetheart | Jeryline Demon Knight | Jill The Skeleton Key |  Jillian Hope Hodgson Channel Zero: The Dream Door | Jordan Gladwell iZombie | Jungle Julia Death Proof |

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Kachiri Twlight | Kaela Evers Supernova | Karen Jenson Blade | Karla Wilson I Still Know What You Did Last Summer | Kate Wynona Earp | Katrina Vamp | Keisha Taylor Alice Isn’t Dead | Kelly The Walking Dead | Kendra Young Buffy the Vampire Slayer | Kindzi Defiance | Kira The Invitation 2015 | Kitty Ghosts UK | Koster Shocking Dark | Kym Hawkins Legacies |

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Lacey Emery Ash VS Evil Dead | Ladybird Dracula, NBC | Lanaia Shadowhunters | Laney Rucker The Purge: Election Year | Lauren Howell The Day of the Dead TV |  Leeza Scarborough Midnight Mass | Lena Aruza Night of the Cobra Woman | Linda B Emery Ash VS Evil Dead | Lisa Fortier Scream, Blacula, Scream | Lizzie The Perfection | Lorena Christophe The House on Skull Mountain | Lucinda & Melissa Cavender  ABC Family’s Halloween special ‘The Midnight Hour’ | Luisa Manjimbe Mortel |  Lydia Daybreak Paradise Killer

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Macy Vaughn Charmed Reboot | Madame Zeroni Holes | Maddie Bishop Siren | Maeve Millay Westworld | Maia Roberts Shadowhunters | Mama Cecile The Skeleton Key | Maria Trick ‘R Treat | Maria Elkman Children of the Corn III: Urban Harvest | Mariana The Howling 2: Your Sister is a Werewolf | Marie Laveau American Horror Story | Marlene The Last of Us | Matty Mereaux Eve’s Bayou | Mazikeen DC Universe | Medusa Greek Mythology | Melanie The Girl with The Gifts | Merrick The Vampire Chronicles: Merrick | Mia Vallens Supernatural | Michonne The Walking Dead | Mileena Mortal Kombat 2021 | Minerva Bellweather Motherland: Fort Salem | Miranda Dubaur Twitches | Miranda Grey Gothika | Miss Cobbs Tales from the Hood | Missouri Moseley Supernatural | Mistress East Emerald City | Misty Carpenter Into the Dark: Crawlers | Mozelle Batiste Delacroix Eve’s Bayou | Ms. Connors Class of 1999

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Nada The Sandman | Nadia Omar Castle Rock | Nari Unfriended: Dark Web | Natalie Gorman Servant | Nicole Birch The Order | Nora Harris The Last of Us 2 |

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Old Woman Josie Welcome to Nightvale | Olivia Two Sentence Horror Stories: Teeth

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Pamela Winchell Welcome to Nightvale | Pauline Christophe The House on Skull Mountain | Pearl Bones | Petra Bellweather Motherland: Fort Salem | Phoebe Taylor A Discovery of Witches | Portia Supernatural | Prudence Blackwood The Sabrina Show on Netflix | Purna Jackson Dead Island

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Queenie American Horror Story

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Ramona Royale American Horror Story: Hotel | Raquel Francis Crazyhead |  Reba McClane Hannibal | Rebecca Jessel  The Haunting of Bly Manor | Regina Moss Malignant | Riley Abel The Last of Us | Rita Veder Vampire in Brooklyn | Roberta Warren Z Nation | Robin Ayou Subnautica: Below Zero | Rochelle Left 4 Dead | Rochelle Zimmerman The Craft | Rosalind Walker Sabrina Netflix | Rose Granger Weasley Harry Potter Verse | Rosemary Demons | Roxanne Weasley  Harry Potter Verse | Roz Batiste Eve’s Bayou | Ruby Baptiste Lovecraft Country | Ruby Williams The People Under the Stairs |

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Sasha Williams The Walking Dead | Senna  Twilight | Sheila Bennett The Vampire Diaries | Sheva Alomar Resident Evil 5 | Simone Bethson The Saw Franchise | Sunny Nwazue  The Nsibidi Scripts |

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Tabby The Craft Legacy | Tallulah Tales from the Crypt: Bordello of Blood |  Tara Thornton True Blood | The Temptress Def By Temptation |  Tituba Salem | Topsy and Bopsy Lovecraft Country |

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Valentina Suicide by Sunlight | Vanessa Brooks Blade | Vampira | Vampirella | Vicky Stanton Children of the Corn 2009 | Viv Allen October Faction |

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Wilhamena Mettle OK Let’s Be Heroes |

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Yvonne A Nightmare on Elm Street Series |

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Zafrina Twilight | Zoe Head Count |

Children in Horror | BFCD Family Friendly Spooky Season |

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Abra Stone Doctor Sleep |  Chichi of Nimm The Nsibidi Scripts | Clementine The Walking Dead Game | Diana Freeman Lovecraft Country | Erica Sinclair Stranger Things | Eve Batiste Eve’s Bayou | Yasmin Nightbooks | Zora Wilson Us |

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Bree Disney’s Z-O-M-B-I-E-S | Clawdeen, Clawdia, Wolf Monster High | Eliza Zambi Disney’s Z-O-M-B-I-E-S | Harper Dunn Secrets of Sulphur Springs |  Honey Swamp Monster High | Howleen Wolf Monster High | Kelly Ferguson A Babysitter’s Guide to Monster Hunting | Luna The Hex Girls, Scooby Doo | Luz Noceda The Owl House | Marceline The Vampire Queen Adventure Time | Maya Abeola Maya and the Rising Dark Series | Megan Evers The Haunted Mansion | Robecca Steam Monster High | Sarah Fox My Babysitter’s a Vampire | Taranee Cook W.I.T.C.H. | Uncanny Valley Miraculous Ladybug | Willa Lykensen Disney’s Z-O-M-B-I-E-S |  Wydowna Spider Monster High

*List will be updated throughout October*