was booking myself a new tattoo and this is all i could think of !
this is just brainrot ramble
: ̗̀➛ hobie brown x gn!reader - giving him tattoos (and yourself)
thinking about giving hobie sweet little tattoos with a makeshift stick and poke set up. he'd come home drunk one night, slurring his words and holding you close to him, ranting about how he wants you to give him a tattoo (and something about not wanting to pay big corporations for a real tattoo gun). even if you’re not creative, he just wants to be able to look at his skin and see evidence of you, always. you refuse him at the time, telling him he's too drunk and he'll regret it. but when it's the next day, and he's stone cold sober, you walk in on him hunched over the kitchen table, making a little stick and poke creation.
so, it’s late at night, he’s sprawled out across your bed like it was his, his head and shoulders pressed into the headboard, eyes trained on you. straddling his lap, you held his arm up to the lamp, tongue stuck out in concentration. hobie winced everytime the needle met his skin, his free hand gripping at your thigh to outlet the pain. when you're done, and he's all cleaned up, he's lit up with pride, constantly checking his arm in different lights to see your design.
"it's perfect, darlin'," he mutters, his lips pressed to your forehead.
he’d very rarely ever wear sleeves again after that, always having your design on show to remind him of you when he’s away. not that he needed it, you always had a comfortable seat in the front of his mind. he’d show it off to his friends, though, all the time.
"oi, pav!" he'd call out to his friend, drawing his attention over to his exposed skin.
"you got a tattoo!" pav would exclaim, hopping over and inspecting it closely.
“my partner did it,” he couldn’t mask the grin from fuzzing his cheeks, “fuckin' sick, right?”
his heart wasn't even prepared for what he'd come home to that night. when he'd climb in through your window, shedding his spider-apparel and kicking his boots off by your dresser, he'd notice your sleeping form. smiling to himself, picking up the sheets and climbing into the empty space, careful not to startle you – not that it would, you were more used to waking up beside him than alone.
his hands wouldn't be able to stop themselves from touching you, needing to feel your skin beneath his fingertips, and beaming at the sleepy sound of his name leaving your lips. when his hands find your hip, however, you jump and groan in pain. he'd pull you to him.
"'the fuck 'appened?" he'd whisper, careful not to touch the area again, but be confused at your reaction.
"tattoo," is all he could catch, through your tired, and possibly pained, groans.
"you what?" he'd mutter, and lift the covers back, hiking up your his t-shirt to expose a tiny black design, sitting on the skin above your hip bone.
etched into you was a tiny spider, hand drawn and adorned with little spikes, similar to his persona. he'd be so taken aback, he wouldn't even know what to say.
"'s'this for me, sweetheart?" his fingers would very lightly ghost the dark outlines, honing into your body's reaction to it, steering clear of the painful areas. he's close to you, very close, and you can feel his heart pounding against his chest.
"mhmm," you moan, your brain finally pulling itself from slumber, warm in the smell of him, tangling your arms around his neck, "all for you."
"fuckin' ell," he breathed before kissing you with such a passion you'd never felt from him before. he was drowning in you, head buzzed at the thought of something of him being on your skin forever, and you on his. heart pouring, he reached for you in every way he could.
he'd be obsessed with both of the tattoos, strongly encouraging you to never ever wear anything high-waisted again, so long as he steered away from sleeves. pride and happiness overtook him when he'd see you with other people, in public or with friends, and see the black ink peek through your clothes, knowing that it was for him, and nobody else.
he just loved you a lot, and he adores the permanent reminders.
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Chapters: 2/2
Fandom: Star Wars - All Media Types, Rogue One: A Star Wars Story (2016), Andor (TV)
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Cassian Andor/Jyn Erso
Characters: Cassian Andor, Kerri | Cassian Andor's Sister, Jyn Erso, Bix Caleen, Brasso the Ferrixian (Star Wars), Maarva Andor, K-2SO (Star Wars)
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe - College/University, Bi-Jyn, Alternate Universe - Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, No Beta We Die Like Rogue One, Competence Kink, Dry Humping, Cunnilingus, Vaginal Fingering, Squirting, Female Ejaculation, armpit sex spoken about, voyeurism spoken about, Praise Kink, Pubic Hair, breeding kink spoken about, Oral Sex, Blow Jobs, No Condom, Butterfly Position, Missionary Position, Cock Warming, Cowgirl Position, Doggy Style, Anal Fingering, Double Penetration, Multiple Orgasms, Creampie, Come Marking, Loud Sex, Dirty Talk, Barebacking, Penis In Vagina Sex
Summary:
What kind of scumbag harbors a crush on his kid sister’s girlfriend? Cassian is trying his best not to be whatever kind of scumbag that is, but he's not succeeding very well.
First chapter is T and can be read as a one-shot. Second chapter is E and tags are updated. Pick your poison.
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This is where I think I'm supposed to do the lean and lift your chin and say something like "I would never be mad at this pretty face". That's how this goes right?
Is Draken in the same neighborhood? Do you want me to visit him?
-keisuke
*cough*uh well....that would be nice......but I'm glad you're not mad, I freak out when people get mad, just ask Hanma, I'll start crying and begging and being really upset.
If you could visit him that would be good but- and here's the thing- people think you're dead, and someone, not sure who, has strictly advised me not to let Draken get involved. So if you think this is a good idea then i'm for it too. He works at a mechanics, where Inupi used to work, I think it's called D and D motors or something, I hope that helps.
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Dead on main au where
1. Danny wears a 1/2 face mask as a ghost to make sure his parents don’t find out who he is
2. The decision to start wearing the mask was a spontaneous thing that happened at school and he stole the mask from his high school’s theater department
3. Danny moves to Gotham as soon as he turns 18 on a scholarship but it doesn’t include dorm fees.
4. Danny hides out in an abandoned theater (the attic is surprisingly well insulated!!!!) and spends most of his time there as a ghost because he can’t anywhere else in Gotham.
5. An injured Red hood limps his way into one of his favorite old hideouts (the theater obviously), and promptly passes out from blood loss with the hazy image of a masked glowing spector as the last thing he sees.
6. He wakes up enough to hear soft reassurances of safety and feel cool hands carry him with no noticeable strain.
7. Jason comes to in a giant nest of blankets with his wound neatly stitched up, a killer headache, and a sticky note wishing him well/ promising the writer didn’t leak under the helmet (a fact Jason is well aware of considering his head is very much unexploded)
8. Jason tries to leave but he passes out again and is honestly too tired to try again when he comes back around. So he just…falls asleep.
9. Jason wakes up again to warm food on an old silver tray and an empty room, not knowing Danny is watching him from the corner to make sure he doesn’t fall again. Not that Danny wouldn’t catch him again, but he’d prefer it didn’t happen at all.
In short, Danny plays elusive nurse to the dangerous red hood while Jason sees a literal ghost that lives in an abandoned theater wearing a phantom of the opera mask and decides he’s found a keeper. Clearly he appreciates the drama.
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