#first i want at least a second lobe done......

[autism-corner]

my ears are finally the same size =w=bb

[rueclfer]

casual // touya todoroki

when the boy you're in love with wants to keep it casual.

a/n: give me a gun. pt 2? or should we leave it here hehe

part 2

"You sure you're qualified to do this?" Touya eyed your concentrated expression through the mirror to your right. His head rested in your lap as you mark his ear, making sure it was as lined up and even as it could be next to his existing piercing.

"Of course I am." You say in a hushed tone, wiping off the needle with a cotton pad soaked with the rubbing alcohol you found under the sink. "You know, I pierced Toga's ears?"

"What? When was this?" He jokingly pouts. "So I'm not the only one you're putting needles through?"

You smiled at this hint of jealousy. You two had been close friends for a while- more so in the realm of friends with benefits, but of course you wanted more of him than he was willing to give you.

"Unfortunately not, pretty boy." You chuckle.

It was a late and quiet night, but of course you two couldn't sleep. Last week it was you padding away to his front door, which was left cracked open for you. This time, it was him that came knocking on your window.

"Why did I agree to this again?" He mutters in annoyance.

"You're the one who came down my fire escape remember?" You cock an eyebrow.

"Yeah, and last time you came to mine, I got an undercut. So shouldn't it be me terrorizing your appearance instead?"

"You're acting like the undercut was the only thing you received." You meet his glance in the mirror, which he returned with a knowing wink. A faint blush brushed over your cheeks, causing you to avert your gaze.

"Besides, it looks hot, and you'll be okay." You lean in to whisper in his ear, planting a soft kiss on his sideburn. "It'll only hurt for a second."

"You are dangerous. Absolutely no good for me." He sighs in defeat. "No countdown, okay?"

"Say less." You instantly pierce through the soft flesh, watching his face scrunch in discomfort. "Needle is in." You say with content.

"Let me see." He sits up, and scoots forwards towards the mirror, looking at the needle sticking through his lobe. "God that looks freaky."

"C'mere and let me put the jewelry in."

"First, One more kiss, for being so brave."

Your cheeks flush as you lean in, letting him close the space between you two. His hand finds his way to the nape of your neck, letting himself lean in deeper.

"Wicked, dangerous, captivating, beautiful thing." He mutters against your lips. "The things I let you do to me."

"Be careful or else I'll start thinking you like me." You put your hand on his chest to lightly push him back.

"You know I do, silly girl." He quickly presses another kiss to your nose.

"Shut up." You smile and reach up to grab his chin, angling his ear towards you. With the clean earring, you swiftly replace the needle with the stud.

"And done. Not so bad, huh?" You looked at your work in pride.

You stand up to throw out the bloody q-tips and safety pin. After tossing the biohazards, you turn around to see him throwing on his coat and take one last look at his fresh piercing in the mirror.

"Are you leaving already?" A twang of disappointment twists in your stomach. "No sleepover?"

"Nah, gotta sleep in my own bed at least once this week." He huffs out a chuckle, running his hand through his messy hair. "Gotta make rent worth it, you know?"

Oh.

"So true." a deflated chuckle exhales from you. "See you around then, Touya." You follow him to the window. The cold breeze rushed through, sweeping your hair out of your face.

"I'm having our people over tomorrow night for a little kickback. Of course you're invited. See you there?"

You force a light smile on your lips. "Yeah, maybe."

"Sweet. Goodnight, Y/N." He begins climbing up the fire escape and leaves you with a pinch on the cheeks and a bitter taste in your mouth.

[melanieph321]

Can you please write more of Robin Le Normand fluff,smut anything that man is not appreciated enough🥲

Of course, love ❤️

Robin Le Normand x Reader - Break Up Sex

+18

It's so nasty 🤭

When Reader and Robin go through an ugly break up, that can only end in one way.

Enjoy!

"How long have you felt this way?"

"What do you mean?"

"Well, for how long have you thought about breaking up?"

He had changed. Both you and Robin had changed during your years together. And when he finally got pick up to play with Real Sociedad's first team, that's when the two of you really grew apart.

"I cheated on you, Robin. Isn't that a good enough reason for us to break up?"

It wasn't your proudest moment, and in your defense, you were drunk and sad on your birthday. Your birthday, which Robin forgot. Hooking up with his teammate was the biggest mistake of your life. However, owning up to it was the right thing to do.

"You made a mistake, Y/N. There's no reason why we should...."

"But you don't want me, Robin!"

The room fell silent. Robin sat before you in a chair while you were on the bed, arms wrapped around your legs. He seemed to think carefully about what to say next, not wanting to lose control. But for once, why couldn't he just lose control?

"You don't want me, Robin. At least not like you wanted me before."

"I'm not sure. I know what you mean?"

"Sex Robin. We don't fuck anymore."

His eyes widened, a slight blush to his cheeks.

"And somedays go by without you kissing me. Do you know how that makes me feel not to be touched? It makes me feel disgusting and unwanted. You make me feel disgusting and unwanted, Robin. "

"So you cheated on me?" He stood. Robin stood but did not seem to know where exactly to go.

"Yes, I cheated on you. It was a mistake, but..."

"With who?" He stood back regarding you like the despicable human being that you were.

"What does it matter, Robin? What's done is done. "

"You told me that it was with one of my teammates. But with whom exactly?"

You shook your head. "It doesn't matter."

"It does to me. TELL ME WHO!"

You flinched, the motion rattling the mattress below you. "Robin." You rose to your feet approaching him slowly.

"Stay back." He shook his head. "Stay the fuck away from me!"

It was inevitable. Through the highs of falling in love to the lows of falling out of it, your relationship had at one point turned toxic. As toxic as it could be when there was no pleasure involved.

"I'll get my things." You said and made your way out of the room. However, Robin lunged towards you, grabbing your wrist, forcing you to face him.

"Robin." You gasped. The desperation, it was very uncharacteristic of him. Same thing for the tears in his eyes.

"Was he better than me?" His hand trembled holding onto your wrist.

"What?"

"Don't act stupid. Ander, was he better than me in bed? Is that what this is about?"

"Y...you knew?"

"That you fucked that idiot, of course. How could you expect a guy like to keep his mouth shut. He is a disgrace of a player and even more so of a man. But perhaps that's what turns you on these days."

It was a valid reaction to slap him. There was no doubt that Robin saw it coming as he squinted his eyes with the impact, the impact that left a mark on his right cheek. You went for a second round. However, Robin was quick and caught you in the motion, pinning your hands above your head, backing you up against the wall.

"I hate you." You hissed.

"No, you don't. You love me, which makes it even harder for you to let me go."

"Robin, let me go."

He shook his head. "I can't. I love you."

You fought him, and he fought to keep you pinned against the wall, arms above your head, his leg between your thighs.

"Robin." You whispered. "Let. Me. Go."

His lowered his head to the crook of your neck, his lips against the lobe of your ear. "No. I want to fuck you."

You sighed. Robin's knee edged closer between your legs, up your naked thighs.

"I want to fuck you. Hard and fast."

"Robin...please." You were begging him to let you go. To let you leave and move on. But at the same time, his voice, his touch...it's all you ever wanted.

His breath was hot against your skin and your face. When he pressed his lips against yours, it felt like the stars in the sky had plunged right through you, allowing you to feel the greatest force of nature, gravity, to edge you closer to him. To Robin and the way his hand had slid down your stomach and up your skirt.

"God, Robin."

"You like that don't you?"

"Yes."

You were in a dase. Robin's fingers traced along the lace of your panties, his knuckles knocking against your folds.

"You're wet." He pulled back, lips plump from kissing. "You're already wet for me."

You wanted to tell him to wipe that fucking grin off his face, however, all you could do was nod you head. With the heavy pulse between your legs all you wanted was for him to touch you, anywhere, anyhow.

"Can I use two fingers?"

"Stop asking for permission and fuck me already."

He chuckled, voice rough and seductive. Nevertheless, he did as you pleased, inserting two fingers where it ached the most.

"Fuck." You eyes squinted with the seamless sensation. You had to grab onto his shoulders not to lose your footing as his fingers edged deeper inside of you.

"Don't be shy, baby, tell me how much you need this."

"I need this." You cried.

"Louder, I can't hear you."

"I need this, Robin! Please...I need you."

It stopped. With abrut motion, all movement inside you stopped.

"You need me?" His gaze was narrow, staring you down as if he demanded your answer.

You nodded your head. "One last time. I need you, I need—"

He kissed you. He kissed you breathlessly, knocking your head back against the wall. His tongue moved eagerly inside of you as his fingers slipped out of you, leaving a missing feeling. However, not for too long as Robin moved you over to the edge of the bed, bending you over in a way that offered you to him.

He made you spread your legs and praised your compliance by taking himself out of his pants, rubbing his tip down your folds.

"Robin, please." The teasing, it was also uncharacteristic. It was vengeful, a punishment.

"One last time baby. You'll have me one last time."

It was break up sex for the books. A memory that might get you wet just thinking back to it. Robin was merciless, pushing himself inside of you like an animal in heat. He held you pinned by the hips so that every backshot felt just like that, a shot, sending shivers down your spine. He grunted with every thrust, cursing your name and the man he believed to have stolen your heart. However, it was impossible. No matter how high and how low your relationship got, the love you had for each other was real, perhaps the realeset it had ever been.

As the grunting stopped, Robin pulled himself out of you just before erupting. The two of you then fell back on the bed, reaching to hold each other if only for one more night. It was a moment true but sad. It was true love. True love at its breaking point.

[ysomtt]

🐰JERVIS TETCH🐰 GOTHAM CENTRAL HEAVY PIERCED READER HEADCANONS

A/N: Hello again! I must admit this is a very self-indulgent fic since I have quite the collection of facial piercings. Most of the other fics I see of him the reader seems to have a similar style to Jervis so I thought that maybe he would like something different now and then... enjoy!!

OK, first of all, you look so cool!

Well, a little intimidating at first glance but cool nonetheless!

And Jervis is a little bit turned on by it...

He loves to count your piercings as a form of grounding technique

Be it your facial piercings or your ears he finds them the most beautiful thing ever!

But he has to admit it, your style is not usually something he woud go after.

I mean, he always thought that he woud prefer someone with a more sweet style, something soft and a bit warm...

But you came barging into his life like a big bird of pray and he was caught by you instantly!

His new favorite past time now is to scroll through piercings shops and show you some jewelry that he thinks will look so good on you!

Be prepared to be surrounded by Alice in Wonderland themed piercings

But honestly, his efforts are so cute you can't help be charmed by his desire to match with each other!

When you want to get a new one he will insist on going with you, after all he has to make sure that the shop is a reliable place!

None of that piercing gun or other questionable apparatus!

And maybe he will start to look a bit to hard at the blue ear display...

Maybe you should convince him to get at least his lobes pierced

Just one on the ear, a small one...

When is time to get it done he would be panicking a little, especially after seeing the needle

You have to offer to hold his hand even though you are the one getting pierced!

But with a little encouragement he will let the piercer do his ears. With a little but of gold, and a blue crystal... something tiny and delicate...

And in the end he will realize that it did not hurt at all! He was really worried about that!

You will have to teach him how to clean it and remind him when to go get it downsized, that boy can barely take care of himself....

Even though he will get ugly looks from his landlady, the kids love it!

They think is so romantic you guys get to share them in common!

You will catch him looking through your magazines, and even though he will not admit it, he will be looking forward to getting his second hole pierced

You have to shake your head, "That's how it all starts..." you tell him...

[toomanyopinionss]

I want to talk about

Surviving Summer

(nonspoiler/spoiler)

hey y’all, it’s been a minute since i’ve done one of these. let’s get into it…😏

So i genuinely like this show. Just finished watching the second season, in fact.

I feel like it’s the good amount of cheesy and adorable and mind numbing without being too formulaic and basic like some of these Netflix originals tend to be. Now it can be annoying and cringy sometimes, don’t get me wrong. But it’s got some pretty good actors and actresses with enough heartfelt moments and playful scenes to make one feel content. She’s not a top ten, but she never tries to be, you know??

As for the show itself? Surviving Summer is the perfect name for it, because Summer the character? a HOT mess. I cannot stress this enough, the frontal lobes on that one are not fully formed. It’s especially apparent in season 1. Even so, i love her 🥰. I cant help it ok? She has the confidence that i dreamed of having in high school, and now tbh.

I won’t go to deep into every character, but let me just say this: they will ALL annoy you at some point. It’s so obvious that they’re teenagers, cuz they childish. But they all care about each other most of the time, and surfing. It’s a great summer watch! go for it, don’t be shy

7.5/10. Surface level fun with shenanigans galore and annoying teenagers.

SPOILERS

Y’all the second season was gooood. I liked it better than the first tbh. Summer, like i said before was much more serious and focused, but it didn’t change her personality at all, which i loved.

I liked how they got more into Bodhi’s conflicts with surfing and the racism in the industry on her end. If anything, i wish they had time to do even more with it. Because everything else they did with her character this season was just bleh. A half hearted conflict between poppy blown WAY out of proportion and a half assed queer relationship that was cute but barely touched on because hottake Netflix hates their wlws and their black main characters 🤭(oop who said that)

Poppy and marlon were cuteeeee. sidenote, who else forgot that bodhi and marlon had a thing, cuz i sho did 👀. they have such good chemistry and it just warmed my heart. SPEAKING of good chemistry…

✨“summer have you seen yourself?”

summer and baxter are the only mf choice, im SORRY.

immediately side eyeing anyone who says that summer and ari should be together, because i’m not sure you and i watch the same show. another steaming take, but I never bought into summer and ari. they are too sibling for me. i was taken ABACK when they kissed in season one. I genuinely did not see it coming. they play off each other nicely, but in a romantic way? NOPE, i don’t buy it.

but from the first scene with baxter and summer, i knew. it was intense. the casual touches, the instant bind they formed, the way bax looks at her 🤭…

you cannot compete where you don’t compare, Ari is not the one 🤷🏾‍♀️

anyone else? hmmm…

oh, y’all join me in a big FVCK you to Elo and Wren. they both suck actual ass and i hate them both.

it’s the way that they treat everyone like shit equally. even their own brother? like what the fvck is wrong with them?

like especially wren. being jealous and overly competitive is one thing. but they way she handled the bodhi situation, plus the way she outed her old teammate? literally bordering on racist and homophobic like wtffff. maybe a lil psychotic too, cuz why is she literally a threat to summer’s life? don’t take it out on her cuz your boyfriend is an indecisive disaster. at least they didn’t give wren a redemption, i would have been so pissed off like fvck her.

ok this is getting long. tldr, Season 2 was entertaining and fun. poppy and marlon were cute, summer was awesome, ari does not need a girlfriend, justice for baxter, and wren and elo will not be seeing the pearly gates.

[startseeingstars]

Delicate Destruction - Euronymous (Lords of Chaos)

CH28 🎶 Raw - Thornhill 🎶

T/W - sexual themes, mature themes

I sat at the end of my bed, watching Øystein ponder around my room. I don't know why it made me nervous. Maybe I was embarrassed about the stuffed animal collection on the chair in the corner or the collage of photos from my teenage years that hung on the wall amongst my band posters.

"Okay, are you quite done judging my decor?" I chuckled nervously, wishing he would divert his attention to something else.

"It's cute." His smile made me blush and he wrapped his arms around my waist, lifting me so that I was standing with him. I swallowed the lump in my throat.

We hadn't spoken since last night. He'd called but I'd picked up a shift at the shop and missed it. When I arrived home, he had been waiting outside in his car for me.

"I'm sorry," He started softly. "I shouldn't have hidden it from you. I just didn't want you getting involved in this shit." He sighed, hesitant to meet my gaze. I shrugged.

"I know," I touched his face gently and bit the inside of my cheek. "You could've at least invited me..." I joked, a smile tugging at my lips. He chuckled.

"Yeah? I didn't think you'd be into all that destruction." He seemed a little surprised. I pulled back and met his eyes.

"You know me... I'm full of surprises." I quoted him and he smirked before kissing me - softly at first but it quickly deepened to a make out.

"You like playing with fire?" His husky voice was low, breath hot against my skin as he began to attack my neck lightly with his lips. I bit my lip, feeling the familiar warmth between my thighs as my body anticipated his intoxicating touch.

I hadn't admitted to him that I'd had to satisfy myself last night at the thought of him destroying the church. Of course I imagined I'd been there with him and he'd roughly bent me over the altar and taken me for himself.

"I'm just saying... I could have made it extra fun." I whispered, tilting his head to the side so I could kiss gently along his jaw line before I found his weak spot. I felt him shudder slightly.

"Oh, yeah?" His hands gripped my waist, enjoying the feeling on my bare skin under his fingertips.

"Mhm.." I moaned a little as I smirked into his neck before pulling away.

"Hell no," he pulled me back into him by my hips. "You're not getting away that easy." He growled in my ear, nibbling at my lobe. I giggled at the ticklish sensation.

"Someone could come home at any second." Reluctantly, I tried to pull away again but he refused - keeping me close.

"You'll just have to be a good girl and keep quiet then." The mischief in his tone made my stomach swirl and I felt wetness begin to pool between my thighs. His touch felt hot on my skin as they crept up my stomach to my breasts, groping me firmly before his fingers got to work on my nipples. I could feel his erection against my thigh, begging to be touched and pleased.

"I don't like your chances..." I murmured teasingly. Suddenly, he pushed me and I landed on the bed, bouncing slightly on the worn mattress.

"You gonna make me gag you, Peach?" He winked as he reached for his belt, unbuckling it quickly and pulling it out of his waistband. His eyes were mischievous and alluring as they bored into mine, waiting for my reaction. I looked up at him with doe eyes anxiously.

"What if-" He shook his head and tugged the belt roughly, causing it to make a sharp crack sound. I bit my lip and he smirked darkly. "Looks like you need some help." His thumb touched my chin and guided my mouth open before he placed the leather belt in my mouth. I winced, disliking the feeling of it against my teeth as he unbuttoned his jeans and freed his cock. He positioned himself at the end of the bed, quickly removing my shorts and panties before spreading my legs. He pinned them back, exposing my wet cunt before he began plunging his tongue into me deeply. I moaned against the leather belt and squirmed at the sudden assault but he kept me still. His nose rubbed against my clit as he tongue fucked me greedily, enjoying my taste. My legs were almost shaking when I heard the front door open downstairs.

Wide eyed, I jolted upright and looked at him in fear as my heart pounded. He glanced at the door, panicked for a split second before he composed himself and motioned to me to be quiet, finger to his lips. I stared at him, bewildered as he pushed me back down. He hovered above me and I felt him shove his cock inside of me, not bothering to ease in. I gasped and he bit his lip as he began thrusting, holding my legs apart.

"Shh.." he responded to my small involuntary moans. "You don't wanna get caught being a little slut, do you?" His voice was low and husky, and the thrill of getting caught was causing adrenaline to rush through my blood.

"You're taking my cock so good, baby girl." He praised me and I whimpered in ecstasy, eyes rolling back in my head. He focused on staying quiet and pumping inside of me rhythmically. As he got closer to climax, he fucked me harder, making it nearly impossible to stay quiet. He was grunting lightly and the sound was driving me wild.

"Here it comes, Princess. Are you ready?" He moaned and I replied with my own as I felt his cock shoot a warm load inside of my pussy. The feeling of him filling me up made me cum and I clenched around him desperately, unsuccessfully trying to avoid making a sound. Moments later, he pulled out of me. He slid his pants back on as I laid, spread out on my bed, unable to move. The only sound was our breathing as he pulled my shorts back on and laid beside me. He began stroking my face gently and pecked my cheek sweetly.

"Such a good girl." Butterflies erupted in my stomach at his praise, making me practically giddy. I took in a deep breath and closed my eyes, enjoying the bliss that always came after any kind of intimacy with him.

"Elsie?" Erik called and I jumped up. Øystein sat up too, and composed himself as Erik opened my door slowly. I smiled awkwardly at him, watching him eye off Øystein in surprise

"Hey, man." He nodded and Øystein smiled. "Krista is on the phone for you." Erik said, turning to me. I hadn't even realised the phone rang.

"I'll call her back soon." I forced a smile, hoping he would take the hint. Thankfully, he did and closed the door. I sighed, turning back to Øystein. "I wish we had somewhere private." I muttered, lying back down beside him. He was quiet for a few moments.

"I'm gonna get an apartment real soon." His voice was thoughtful and I smiled.

"Yeah? I think that's a great idea."

[lonelyvomit]

Hi, lovely Abby, I hope you are okay! I wanted to stop by to say hi and also to talk a bit about Niko. I was at Forum last week for the gig/meet & greet. Since it was possible to get the album that day, I got my copy and I decided to have it signed during the meet & greet.

I was using Finnish to greet them. When it was Niko's turn, he took my copy from Aleksi and we greeted each other, as he started signing. And he asked me: "Mitä kuuluu?" This was so unexpected! It was only the second time we were meeting each other. The first time was very brief and over a year and a half ago! So, I was trying to find something positive to tell him but, huh...

The thing is that I have been suffering from a very serious case of nerve pain since January. I was on sick leave for almost a month and had returned to work just 2 days prior the gig/m&g. I have to take a strong medicine several times/day to be able to leave almost normally - I still get bad aches, so I have to pay attention not to overexert myself.

So, yeah, sadly nothing positive to tell him. I settled for "hyvää" and dared returning the question, "entä sä?" He paused his signing to look at me with a little smile and finished his signing, happily telling me what he had lately done. Then, instead of giving my copy to Olli, he gave it back to me, while looking at me in the eyes and I thanked him. This wasn't much but it made me feel appreciated and it helped, considering the situation I'm currently in.

He and Joonas have been the kindests. Olli was totally sprawled over his chair, seemingly happy to be there, when I greeted him. It was nice to meet Aleksi again and to finally meet Tommi. He couldn't be there when I first met them, so my copy of LOTSAD is missing his signature, but I'm okay with that. Getting their signatures is actually just an excuse to meet them.

It's probably not helping to tell you nice things about Niko, but you're the only one "I know" who can get it. 💐🌸🪷🌼🪻

- your flower anon, who often thinks about you and who hopes life is treating you well ❤️

I'm going to SCREAM

first of all HI it's so good to hear from you again 🥺🖤 I'm sorry for what you've been going through but I'm happy the medication helps and you can at least do some normal life stuff 🤲🖤

now pls whyyyyYYYYY does Niko have to be so fucking cute 😭💔 like I am trying so hard to move on with my life and every time he takes a social media break I think this is it this time it's for real and then. he dares to show his dumb face again and be adorable and I'm right back where I started down horrendous for that man 😔💔😭 mf simply will not leave my frontal lobe without a lobotomy

[erigold13261]

If you could fix ONE or more plot point(s) from NSR/Psyconauts, what would it be?

Oh absolutely the ending of NSR. I'm sorry, but I fucking HATE that stupid hand they did at the end. It makes me so mad. All that buildup just to have a giant hand make a rock symbol and blow up the satellite. Like I am okay with some stupid things to happen, but that is way too much for me.

Especially by the fact that Tatiana specifically states she is going to clear out the tower in case the plan doesn't work, only for all the surrounding buildings to run up the tower and make a hand. What about all the people in THOSE buildings? Huh Tatiana!?

Also like, they make it VERY clear that the naval force of Vinyl City is a big one, with flying submarines/battle ships and regular battleships in the water. They could have easily done something with those!

Or even like some kind of powerup or something that allowed a beam to shoot from the tower to the satellite would have been fine! (though the implications of either beam or hand of the tower becomes dangerous considering that would mean NSR could literally just kill people in the city if they wanted to).

Like I GET they needed some super big bad to give power back to the charters and fix Mayday and Zuke's mistakes/actions, but they could have thought of something else that wasn't so ridiculous. Like do something with the main qwasa in the center of the city or something.

Also, a small thing, I would have liked to see 1010 and Mama in the end. I know it would have been a bitch to somehow add 5 more bodies to the already busy scene, but it would have been nice to see them. (though I do like the implications that 1010 get repaired later. I just wish they could have represented their own district instead of just Neon since Sayu is representing mer own district. But the devs/game is being ambiguous on how sentient 1010 are so I understand that, but at least let Mama be with her kid).

As for Pyschonauts, I think this is more gameplay than story, but I wish the first game made it easier to get down from the tower. Or at least tell us earlier there is no going back because I couldn't 100% the game afterwards and didn't want to go down the tower a 4th time. Otherwise with that first game I have no real complaints about plot or story. (other than not having Augustus screaming RAZPUTIN over and over every second in the last fight which got annoying quick).

For the second game though, I wish the interns were more prevalent in the story. Give them some side missions or something that INVOLVE them, not just us doing their work. Or make them do more in the scenes we see them in. Maybe each intern could help up with one of the Psychic 7 when we are recruiting them (I like the idea of Lizzie helping Compton). Just SOMETHING.

I've seen a lot of people say that you could take the interns out of the game entirely and not have to change much to get the same story. And honestly I see that as pretty true. I just wish they were more involved because you could completely ignore them if you wanted to once you get out of the mother lobe (pretty sure you can).

But yeah, other than that I don't have any real problems with the plot of the game. I only played them each like once compared to me playing NSR about 5-6 times, so I might not be as experienced in the game to give my take on the story. But from what I remember the story was fine. Fine enough I have no outstanding complaints in my head to change something other than gameplay/mechanic wise.

[abstractdiagram]

“The worse you sing the longer you’re able to sing.”

And I sang. :-) Backstreet Boys, N*Sync, Disney, and Dr. Horrible’s Sing Along Blog. Watch that last one. Do it. It’s like an hour long. It’s fabulous.

Break for illicit substance use ahead.

Did not know that my CBD/THC oil was … postponed by alcohol. Took my oil. Drank gelatinated alcoholic shots and some flavored vodka in a can things. And smoked a bowl (haven’t done that since middle school, I shit you not! They had to re-teach me.

Like two hours later - at friggin two am I got goofy. Like my legs and feet won’t listen to me when I say relax so they’re tense and cramped a lot unless I tell myself to let the muscles go. I had weird non sequiturs and got absolutely enthralled by the 2021 Mortal Kombat because the violence was really pretty. Like prettily choreographed and even though I felt like the CGI was more noticeable to me it was interesting.

So now I have an actual connection should I want to move away from the oil. Like I know a purveyor of vegetation. He gave me a test run. Except it’s like in lump form. And … I … have no idea how to transubstantiate from Blob form to anything else. Can you web search the regular non-dark web to ask it how does the lump become a friend? I had a weird wild idea and got a couple items offline. Cheap and will probably kill me from a website that definitely isn’t Shein but also isn’t “ReliableProductsEthicallySourcedNoExtraLeadPaint . com”

Seriously. Have severe, severe dry mouth. I’ve had two one-liter waters and two diet cokes since I stopped the alcohol for the night. I am not hungover in the least. I’m a bit still HyperADHDBrainMode but that may be because I’m still running on a quarter dose of the one I used to be on for years after being on the med itself for 20 years. How can 225mg venlafaxine be $155?

I had to see it. You do too.

The water is three feet away. *Mission Impossible theme starts* The objective? Obtain the fucking water because it feels like I’ve been licking sand. The tricky spot? Bear is in between me and the water. Added Pepsi Challenge? He’s a light sleeper and my reach is less than that three feet when trying to not climb on or even just too close to Bear. *Mission Impossible switched to

… I just went on a literal hour long quest to find the song it changed to. We played it in jazz band. Baritone saxophone lead line dun dun dun dun duh duh dah duh dun dun dun dun duh duh dah duh. Then higher horns start waaaaaaaaaaa waaaah waaaaaaaaaa weee wah, wah wah wah wha wha wah dun dun dun duh da

And I know it’s jazz and it’s not got words that I know of and it’s not the only three songs I remember the name of because I checked. It’s not In The Mood, Sing Sing Sing, or Hillstreet Blues theme.

I want to say it’s swing music now. wtf. I need to figure this out. Maybe it’s a theme song. Fuck what’s it called. What genre is it? EDIT AT 2335 MONDAY NIGHT: It’s the Peter Gunn theme

If bear was up I’d call my mom and hum it. But I’m also kinda mad at her so maybe not. We got a home piercing gun. I did her ears (fifth time up from the lobe) and I was careful and straight and measured and they are in line and spaced well. Mine are… the last iteration of the “Oh, look, a strawberry!” that just goes, “uullllo a strbby.”

The second is too far back and the the first pic it’s too high up.

I don’t hate it as much as I did the first time I looked. I’m trying to go with the “oh, it’s unique” but that route is not appealing.

I’m so thirsty!!!

[farmdog]

i wanted to add my experience with my own piercings that have been species affirming, i hope that's okay!!

i want to start off w/ seconding stretched lobes, i love how floppy mine are and when i can feel them move! i feel really dog species validated when my gf tells me that they are notably large compared to unstretched ears. :3

large-gauge conch piercing with horseshoe (or ring) jewelry: i did not expect this to be so kin validating but it is THE number one piercing for me. my conch was punched at 8g, and i've kept a large horseshoe in it since the beginning. not only does the big jewelry feel like an ear tag, which is super validating for goat/other livestock feelings, but the jewelry constantly bumps against my other piercings and jingles like dog tags!! so now every time i shake my head around i jingle just like a dog with a collar on, it feels so good.

canine bites: soo nice for big teeth feelings. i got my snake bites done first, then the angel bites, and it felt completely different having just the lower vs them all together. with just snake bites, it felt like having tusks, or just pretty prominent lower teeth (like an english bulldog), so moreso like my lower teeth were sticking out of my mouth in some way. all together, it felt like having my full set of canine teeth had extended to become very prominent, both inside and outside of my mouth. being able to clack them together was another surprising source of validity; they felt like a beak, or like snapping big teeth together.

eyebrows!!: i loved my eyebrow piercings, i don't even really know where to begin explaining how they brought species euphoria? like, they held slightly more tension in the skin at the ends of my eyebrows, and that in turn made me feel more animal-like. it's a weird one. i think it's based on how animal eyebrow muscles look when they're tense? if you look at a wolf snarling, they hold the muscle tension over their eyes in a pretty similar spot to where outer eyebrow piercings are placed. it was validating for me, at least!! i didn't take these out until recently, so they're still healing, and even the residual feeling of that is still validating. the look is also pretty unhuman, in my opinion.

i LOVE the idea of genital piercings for kin validation, i don't have any but i have considered getting them many a time. i feel like species-related genital dysphoria isn't something that people really talk about (and i guess i can understand why, i think it's something people would love to misinterpret on purpose), but it's real...! i would love to feel less human in my genitalia, and i'm very lucky that my personal experience with transition has helped me feel that way, but i think having some piercings that change the look and feel of it would help with that as well.

in terms of other body mods, tattoos of my kintypes are another way i connect myself to them, but i do want to figure out ways to do tattoos that validate my species specifically, without being as obvious as tattooing brindling over my entire back or something (although now that i think about it that would be pretty cool). my gf and i both do stick n pokes on ourselves and each other, so i'm lucky i can (safely! do stick n pokes safely and responsibly please!) DIY things when i have the ideas.

someday i would consider looking into more 'professionally' done scarification, as well, as i think there are things i would feel validated with in that process. this is another one where i'm not entirely sure where i'd go with it, since i personally don't want a brand or markings scarified. much to think about.

piercings as species affirmation

contains discussion of genital piercings. (18+)

before i delve into my piercing ideas, think about what style of jewelry would communicate your species. shiny jewels? simplistic titanium? wood or bone? reminder as well that piercings are anatomy dependent. i recommend seeking the advice and services of a licensed, experienced piercer.

this is just off the top of my head of course, feel free to add on!

stretched lobes- heftier jewelry like glass plugs/tunnels or ear weights simulates floppy ears or neck fluff when your head is shaken from side to side.

nostrils- there are so many options here. spiked ends for reptiles/dragons. and even placement options! (ex: high nostril, standard nostril, forward facing nostril). larger ends that take up more space on the nostril have helped me cope with my lack of animal nose as it “bulks” it up a little.

septum- besides the obvious cow comparison, there are tons of options here. like the spike example with nostril piercings, pinchers give some spike.

lips- the world is literally your fucking oyster here. go hog wild. paired vertical upper lip piercings are literally fangs. consider: you are an insect with upper and lower lip piercings. or a robot.

genitals- if you suffer from gender related dysphoria this may be of interest to you as well. for example, gauged labia piercings can simulate the feeling of testicles. depending on the piercing, genital piercings change the function of the organ. (a trans femme experience will be linked!

ear cartilage- lots of options again. example: are you an elf or fae? get a helix piercing with a spiked end.

[seeingteacupsindragons]

I just read about your current projects, and they sound soo cool! Would you mind talking to me about them and i cojkd talk to you about my projects too and it could be a fun discussion...i completely understand if ur not up for it tho....just wanted to let u know the ideas of ur story sound super cool and if u ever publish them i really look forward to reading them... i dont do this often and my social skills are like a B- so i hope i didnt offend u i any way or over step.

Anyway hope you're doing well!

Hiya! My social skills are also honestly not great, so that's okay.

I am hoping to get both published, but as I still need to hook an agent, that's probably at least a couple years off for now.

You can sometimes see things I reblog or post about the books with the tags of the protagonists: Tiadane, for the first one, and Avel for the second, but I honestly have no idea what would even come up for either of those at this point.

This is my current working, mostly unedited and not perfect, query for Tiadane's book.

Tiadane has spent his entire seventeen years of life watching his city fall apart and listening to everyone tell him there’s nothing he can do to fix it so he shouldn’t bother to try. Once his neighbors die in a building collapse, he’s done watching and listening. Cinralen is an isolated city in the clouds, and no one who lives there understands the magic that keeps it aloft. So Tiadane leaves. His destination is Deermein, an old city founded by the wizards that helped build Cinralen in the first place. But by the time Tiadane arrives, wizards have been gone from Deermein for centuries and the people responsible want him and his wings gone, too. But one teenager in Deermein still remembers the legends his parents were killed for telling him, and he springs Tiadane from his jail cell and they escape Deermein to find the last shreds of magic on earth. But outside Deermein’s city walls, they find themselves facing down centuries of history, fragmented cultural heritages, and the impossible task of rebuilding something that was stamped out long ago—or at least building something new from the ashes.

This is the project I mentioned this morning wanting to kind of sprint through the last 100 pages or so of revisions to get this done soon, then off to a CP that...I don't have yet, so that's another thing I gotta figure out.

As for Avel's book,it's currently on hold around 25k words. I realized I was at a point where I really need to sit down and untangle the threads I've started spinning for it and figure out what to do with what I have and how to use things, but I haven't had time with the revisions and work, etc. It needs some thought, and I hope to be back to it soon, because those 25k words were tons of fun to write, came very quickly, and I have high hopes for that project.

This is some of the last bits I worked on for Avel's project, to give you an idea of...well, him.

“You play violin.” Avel snorted, clapping a hand over his neck where he knew his violin hickey was. “It could be a viola.” “It could, but it’s not.” The stranger grinned. “You’re pretty well known on the concert circuit, Avel Martins. I know what instrument you play.” Avel startled and his cane jangled against his back inside his backpack. He’d never been recognized before—or if he had, no one had bothered to say anything. He must have seen Avel’s collapse. People would recognize his face now. People would remember him, and not for his music. The stranger offered a hand. “Rafael DeMarco. Don’t worry, I’m not looking for an autograph.” Rafael tilted his head just slightly so his grin was almost even. “You look different when you’re not dressed for the stage. You have piercings.” Avel tugged at his right ear, where two hoops were threaded through his lobe and a silver stud marked the cartilage. He had more in the left. They came out when he was preparing for stage or promotional head shots, and went right back in after. His Doc Martens, black jeans, a t-shirt his parents had paid too much for to ensure it was 100% organic cotton, and a hoodie made of the same were a far cry from ill-fitting suits.

And this bit, I guess.

The man nodded and stayed on the floor with Avel quietly, waiting until the second worker came carrying Avel’s violin case, his jacket folded over one arm and a wood cane with a curved brass handle. Avel took the case first and wiped his violin down carefully before setting it inside. He ran his thumb over the clasps, letting each one close with a sharp thump. If he fell again, it would be safe, at least. Then he accepted the help to his feet and propped himself up with his cane. It wasn’t his favorite—that one was at home, foldable black aluminum with a skull pattern and violin stickers over that—but the one he used for concerts matched his suits better.

So anyway, yeah, having fun with Avel's character design (and Raf's, for that matter).

So that's most of the longer projects I'm working on at the moment. I'm very proud of both right now, and Avel's book is still super new and raw so I tend to share less about it (whereas Tiadane's is close enough to be useful I'm a little less worried about that). I'm happy to hear about yours.

[delirious-donna]

NSFW Alphabet [Kakashi Hatake]

Masterlist

K - Kink

Kakashi certainly has a few notable kinks, but the one that gets the least amount of attention is how much he loves thigh riding, especially if you are still fully clothed.

The man cannot get enough of your needy little pussy grinding back and forth along his muscled thigh, your cute little mewls growing in intensity as you rock yourself on him.

Don't get me wrong, he is more than thrilled to have your bare cunt making a mess of his pants, the wet patch growing as you fuck against his thigh in complete desperation, but with clothes, it is so much more satisfying.

To know that he can make you cum even through the layers of your clothes, it definitely adds to the slight God complex that he suffers from occasionally.

"Does it feel good princess?"

He smiles at you, his expression is lust incarnate.

One hand on your hip to help you along as the other grips your face between his thumb and fingers. Pearly white teeth graze along your jaw bone, his thumb pressing further into your cheek as you whine for him.

"That's it, fuck my thigh."

Knowing he can make you see stars without removing even a single layer of clothing - empowering.

P - Pace

Oh, don't you worry, Kakashi can fuck you at any pace under the sun. It all depends on the moment, his emotions and how much he can hold himself in check.

You are the infamous copy ninja's personal kryptonite.

There are times when he wants to love you so sweetly, fingers interlinked on either side of your head, long lustful minutes of maintained eye contact and kisses that taste so heavenly you might have thought you actually died from the pleasure.

This is when your silver-haired lover will stroke his cock into your fluttering walls at a languid pace. He has nowhere else to be, except to be cradled by your body. Each roll of his hips is precise and meant to graze every sensitive area within your cunt.

It is more than your bodies that connect, your souls unite to dance in a rhythm of their own. Two puzzle pieces who found their connecting partners. No one will ever fit better.

Other times he cannot leash his insatiable hunger for you.

Slamming you up against the wall the second you walk inside. His hands are everywhere, all at once. You barely have the breath to brokenly mutter a 'hello' before he is hiking your skirt up.

His version of hello is a growl in your ear, teeth nipping your lobe and the loud sound of his zipper lowering. You're wet and wanting in seconds, just as he hoped before he is bullying his way into your cunt. Grunting at how your walls suck him further inside, clenching around his shaft, already trying to milk him.

The pace is lightning quick and absolutely brutal, what a way to welcome you home.

S - Stamina

Are you seriously worried that Kakashi 'horny as hell' Hatake is gonna tap out after one round? Please...

The man could still beat Gai in a foot race even after several rounds of sweet loving.

One and done?

"Princess, we've barely begun. Now get your sexy ass back here!"

V - Volume

Kakashi is a talker, he can't help himself.

Your bashful blush as he narrates every little thing he is doing, or that he plans to do, it's addicting and it's a bit of a game for him now.

It used to be reserved solely for the bedroom but now he finds it amusing to whisper lewd suggestions in your ear as you go about mundane tasks such as grocery shopping.

"Hmm, I know what I'm gonna eat when we get home. I've been dying for a taste of your delicious cream all day long."

The man is a menace.

As for noises, he is usually too focused on speaking to lose himself in animalistic sounds. There are notable exceptions; Kakashi will always groan deep in his throat when he bottoms out for the first time and if you ride him, your hands braced on his chest as you drop down slowly - he full-on whimpers - broken voice, wobbly lip, the whole deal.

[kazewhara]

college boyfriend!albedo who...

...once got paint splattered on a white sweatshirt because you and klee got into a little paint war. he was too endeared by it all to wash it off and he really likes how abstract it feels.

...wears glasses that are too big for his face. more often than not, you'll see him pushing them up with his finger, and he'll wrinkle his nose a bit every time. it's cute.

...has quite a few piercings. his ears are usually covered by his hair, but if he pushes it back (which he will from time to time), you'll see his ears are absolutely decorated. three lobe piercings in each ear, a few helixes in one and an industrial in the other... that kind of thing.

...wears one or two rings on each hand, but normally lets you wear one if you ask. really, you don't have to ask at all -- if you take it off of him whilst playing with his fingers, he'll just let you keep it for the day. (or forever. he likes the idea of you wearing a ring from him.)

...sometimes wears chains on his jeans. don't ask why.

...is a caffeine addict. it'd be funny if too much of it didn't give him a headache. albedo can consume much more caffeine than the average person, but you can tell when he's had too much when you see him frowning at his work for too long.

"'bedo." you call his name softly.

albedo looks up at you, his expression smoothing out for a second before he winces slightly. "yes, love?"

you can tell he's trying to act like he's not in pain. albedo will do just about anything to keep up with his courses, even if it meant giving himself a migraine. you frown. "you're doing it again."

albedo immediately knows what you're talking about. he turns his eyes back to his work regardless, though he doesn't seem to be focused on it. "i know." he says with a sigh. "i don't want to stop just yet; i should at least get this done before the day is over."

"is it urgent? when is it due?"

"in about two weeks."

"albedo." you deadpan. your boyfriend takes in a breath and you pinch the bridge of your nose. sometimes he's too good of a student. you make your way behind him to drape your arms around his shoulders and lean close to his ear. "hey." you mumble.

he straightens his back a little. "hello."

"you know what i'm gonna say, don't you?"

"...yes."

you press a gentle kiss to the shell of his ear and feel him shiver. "then get up," you whisper, "and let's go eat. you've worked hard enough."

albedo leans back into you with a sigh. you're lucky enough to have a partner who knows his limits. he makes a quiet humming sound. "i have a headache." he confesses. "so i suppose you're right. thank you, my star."

college boyfriend!albedo who...

...is definitely a stem double major, and one of those majors is astronomy because i said so.

...calls you his star. (yes i made him an astronomy major for this reason, no i am not changing it.)

...takes you along when he's assigned to do some stargazing. he'll be busy doing work, but if you lay your head in his lap or on his shoulder while he does, he'll stop every once in a while to talk to you or kiss you. (you affectionately refer to it as "kiss breaks".)

albedo puts down his pen and raises his hand to your head that's resting on his shoulder. "are you still awake?" he asks. in response, you make a sound between a hum and a tired groan which has him laughing. "i'm sorry, starlight. i know it's late. do you want me to take you home?"

you shake your head with a silent yawn. "no, it's fine. don't want you to be out here by yourself."

you're not sure what time it is, but you know it has to be well after one in the morning. thankfully it's the weekend, so there's really no rush for albedo to complete his assignment or for the two of you to return to your apartment. you reach for his now free hand. "are you almost done?" you ask.

"almost." albedo confirms for you. he curls his fingers with yours. "i can finish up early if you'd like me to. i don't want you to fall asleep out here."

you shrug. "wouldn't be the first time. don't worry about it, 'bedo; take your time."

your boyfriend hums and lets go of your hand to pick up his pen, but stops before he can write again. "this counts a break, doesn't it?" he suddenly asks.

you can't understand what he means in your tired haze. "i guess so. why?" you furrow your brows as you try to think about why he'd ask something like that. it doesn't hit you until a few seconds, and you sit up straight with the realization. "oh, right!" you smirk at him. "you could've just asked for a kiss the normal way, you know."

albedo flushes a light pink. "i figured you would know what i meant right away."

that's his way of admitting he was to embarrassed to say it out loud. you chuckle and lean in, sighing when he brings his hand up to cup your face. the kiss is unhurried, courtesy of albedo. it almost seems like he's stalling for time with the way he drags it out, moving his lips against yours like he has all the time in the world. he's soft and addicting, and you think he still tastes like the sweets you'd brought along to keep him awake.

but you know he still has work to do, so you break the kiss and try to pull away. he doesn't let you get very far. "can't believe i'm saying this," you murmur against his lips, "but you gotta get back to work."

to your surprise, albedo pulls you back in gently, muttering a soft "not yet". you don't get the chance to protest as he slots his lips over yours once more.

college boyfriend!albedo who...

...is the king of flattering off-guard photos. not only is every photo that he's taken of you perfect, but every one that you have of him is almost model quality. you'd think he was posing for you every time if you didn't know him any better.

...draws in his free time and is part of the photography club on campus. it's a little hard to believe that albedo's not part of the art club (they've been trying to recruit him ever since his freshman year).

...has a pretty large folder on his laptop that's filled photos of you. off-guards, sketches that he's uploaded, photos of you with klee... you're his muse (and he does call you that, by the way).

...takes really long naps? it's never an hour or two, it's always about 4-6 hours long. really, you should just say he's sleeping, but he gets up from those naps and gets right back to work like nothing happened.

...sleeps like the fucking dead. he's a morning person because he's practically impossible to wake up. (hey, at least he sleeps.)

(this was inspired by @hhhecates albedo, btw!! go look at him!!)

[positivelybeastly]

Burning ice cream.

Now, that had been a long time ago, hadn't it? He'd been a different man back then. Two faces ago, in fact. And that was to say nothing of how much he'd changed up top. Many neurochemistries ago. Many brain injuries ago. Many psychic assaults and knocks unconscious ago. If you wanted to be kind and assume the best, you could almost think that Beast had developed some kind of brain injury. That was a likely explanation, wasn't it? Chronic traumatic encephalopathy. He'd pondered it, when he found himself contemplating actions he'd never have thought about before.

The first-stage symptoms were confusion, disorientation, dizziness, and headaches. Second-stage symptoms included memory loss, social instability, impulsive behaviour, and poor judgment. Third and fourth stages include progressive dementia, movement disorders, hypomimia, speech impediments, sensory processing disorder, tremors, vertigo, deafness, depression and suicidality.

He'd pondered it. The problem was that the only way you could properly diagnose it was to examine the brain after death. What did it say about his new state of mind that he'd considered cloning his own brain and dissecting it to find out? Perhaps that was all the proof you needed to think he truly was just sick.

But something inside of him told him that wasn't it. That he'd always been this way. He'd just stopped hiding it. That was the truth.

Then again, Beast was a practiced liar now. He found it hard to keep track of his lies these days.

He backed up as she planted herself in front of him, so very like a tree of truth, and he almost wanted to smile. The concern was . . . well, frankly, it was more than anyone had expressed for him in a very long time. It was all derision and snideness these days. Rogue at least looked at him like she had a glimmer he had ever been anything except this.

Then a twisted fancy came to him, and he held out a hand, his eyes an inky black.

"Since you don't trust me, perhaps you'd like to verify the facts for yourself. Touch me. Find out. But I should warn you that you shan't like what you'll see. Any illusions you still retain as to who I am will not survive the experience."

And neither will you, he thought with clinical cool. All he needed was a moment of disorientation, a moment of shock at what she would feel him to have done, and he could simply break her neck, jam his claws into her eyes until he hit the occipital lobe. Rogue would wake up none the worse for wear, having forgotten the last few hours since her last back-up. All the awkwardness of this conversation would fall away. Efficient. Neat.

Monstrous.

"Well?"

“Forget? Last Ah checked Ah got the stink eye from people for a long ass time on account of the trainin’ momma gave me and who Ah ran with before Ah joined. Ah didn’t forget anythin’. And Ah’ve seen you give more of a shit over the demise of ice cream.”

She flew after and planted herself squarely in his path, arms akimbo and green eyes hot. How else was she supposed to get any kind of real answer out of him? He was walking around a shade of the person she had come to be fond of. Was she really so very busy? Was everyone so busy in this mess of an island that no one could see?

“‘As Ah was’ kinda just bit the dust! Seein’ as you’re bent on lyin’ t’me. So did some kinda mind control bug this place cooked up crawl up your big blue butt, or do you got shit you need t’say?”

[killemwithkawaii]

Soooo... I have a THING for piercings as in "I like getting them and love to see them in other folks " and first of your Larry getting a tongue piercings did THINGS to my brain and second... If you have any hcs regarding Sal and Larry getting or doing piercings.... I guess this is a sign that there are people who'd LOVE to hear more (Also those chucklefucks definetly DIYd piercings before and it's just....highly unsanitary and would never do that in real life but the INTIMACY of trusting your partner with a sharp object and let them pierce your skin on purpose maybe with the idea of showing off who you belong too hhhhhIwillstopnow thank you for reading)

[referring to this drawing (cw: needles)]

A few pierced!Sal and pierced!Larry hcs-

[CW: needles, injury, threats of violence, drug use]

>I feel like Larry might have a pierced nipple(s) (that may or may not be healed over) not because he necessarily wanted it, but because he was faded af one time and was like "lol Bro do you dare me to pierce my nipple right now??" and Sal was like "No, what-" but Larry was already doing it (and didn't remember doing it the next day) 🤷‍♂️

>It wasn't that much of a stretch though- they have both pierced themselves on a dare before (and of course it didn't always go well, so they each still have the scar tissue to remember the occasions)

>Sal has a very high pain tolerance and is one of the least squeamish people you will ever meet, so I could picture him piercing himself without flinching. He's done it a few times in front of people, too- it really throws a bully off when they're talking shit and threatening to hurt you and you say, 'Oh fun can I go first??' and you stick a safety pin through the webbing of your fingers. (Would you mess with that guy anymore? Yeah, me neither.)

>Henry did not take Sal to a piercing place to get his lobes done. Sal did that in his bathroom mirror with a sewing needle and a pair of studs he bought with pocket change and yes they are crooked (he knows)

>Larry has gotten Sal to give him multiple different facial piercings over the years, but Lisa always guilts him into taking them out (which is one of the reasons why he got the tongue piercing! Easy to hide and the babes love it 👌)

>Sals heart would be all aflutter at the thought of getting a matching piercing with his partner (or even better, they give the piercings to each other 🥺👉👈💖) Larry would think it's a cute idea too, but he'd be more moved by couples stick-n-pokes 💘

>Both of the boys would be willing to help you with piercings, but you should consider your options carefully- Sal is more experienced and is the most comfortable with gross stuff in general, but his eyesight isn't the best and his hands can get a little shaky. Larry is very precise and steady, but will get queasy (and might audibly gag) if there's any bodily fluids involved.

[peepeepotter]

Late Night Encounters Part 3

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Fem!Reader

Warnings: SMUT!! Female receiving oral, unprotected vaginal penetration

Word Count: 3.5K

A/N: It’s my birthday so I didn’t proofread this!! I’m sorry!!

Once again, Fred had a date. He woke up that morning and remembered every bit of what he had said, and stood by his words. He told Y/N he still wanted to see the ring on the table when he got home. He wanted her to think about it for at least 24 full hours before she made a decision.

Y/N and Fred had narrowly missed each other that morning. He was off running errands for the day and she had only just woken up. He was home for lunch and she was out with Hermione. Y/N felt her heart sink, feeling guilty for wanting to see him. Why guilt, though? She didn’t feel like she had a valid reason to feel guilty. After she got home from lunch Fred had already left for his date, so she fell asleep on the couch in the living room, figuring it was a good way to pass the time until she saw her new best friend again.

“Why was this on the kitchen table?” George asked, waking Y/N up out of her sweet, dreamless sleep on the couch. He was holding the ring.

“I can’t sleep with jewelry on.” She shrugged, getting up and going to grab the ring. He held it up higher. She almost laughed until she saw the look on his face.

“I’m serious.” She sighed heavily at this.

“I know, George.”

“You know what?” The audacity that men have.

“I know you’re sleeping with her again.”

“W-what?” He almost dropped the ring.

“I just don’t get it, George.”

“I w-wouldn’t do that again.”

“Except you are.”

“Why are you accusing me right now?”

“Because I’m not dumb! Just because I trust you doesn’t mean I’m dumb! I’m not naive. The first time, sure. This time, no! It’s the same as last time, but you thought I’d stay with you just because you proposed this time! Maybe I won’t, did you think about that? What if you get her pregnant? Did you just expect me to stay around and raise the kid? Or what if we both get pregnant, who are you leaving alone with their child?”

“I cannot believe this right now--”

“Stop that! Stop it! You’re gaslighting me! You know I’m right! Stop lying!”

“Fine!”

“How long?”

“A year.”

“So immediately after we got back to where we were.”

“Yes.”

“Why? What did I do? Why am I not enough for you?”

“Maybe if you--”

“Actually, no, fuck you. I’m enough for me. I’m enough for so many people. I gave you a second chance and you fucking blew it! I’ve done so much for you, for Fred, too!”

“I--” He sighed. He was speechless. It was the first time you’d really fully stood up for yourself. It was on him, he knew that. “I think...I’m going to spend the night at the Burrow, and we’ll talk about it tomorrow.”

“No.”

“What?”

“Go, spend the night with her, but don’t lie to me and say you’re staying with your mom.” She spoke bluntly, tears streaming out of her eyes quietly. It was a silent cry, the only way Y/N ever allowed herself to cry in front of people. He hesitated, but he turned around and left the living room. Y/N entered the kitchen, starting to grease pans for baking.

-

Fred came home that night, mostly confused. Y/N wasn’t in the living room tonight, which didn’t make him feel great. That wasn’t the worst of it though. The date was great. She was perfect, but...he hated it. Something was missing. As she listed off interests, favorite movies, her favorite quidditch team...all he could think was that something was missing. When he got home, and Y/N was missing, it dawned on him. It was her. She was missing. The girl had listed off all of Y/N’s favorite movies, her favorite songs. She liked to bake. Her favorite quidditch team was the Holyhead Harpies, the team his little sister played on. Suddenly, Fred felt rather sick. He can’t have feelings for his brother's girlfriend--no, fiance!

With a pit in his stomach, he walked into the kitchen, where he opened his eyes wide. The entire kitchen table and window sill were covered in baked goods. There was one clean counter, where Y/N sat staring off into space, waiting for her next round of cookies to finish.

“Oh! I forgot! I’m sorry, how was the date?”

“What’s wrong?”

“Oh nothing--”

“Don’t, please don’t close yourself off. We’re close now, just let me in. What happened, what’s with the baked goods?” He asked, leaning with his arms crossed and his back against the island counter across from where she sat. He noticed the ring was missing, it wasn’t on Y/N’s finger, it wasn’t on the counter or the table where he’d seen it last.

“He admitted it. He’s cheating on me with her again.” She sighed, looking to the ceiling and holding back tears. “And it sucks so hard to know he wasted all this time of mine again. He proposed to me. I know he’s your brother, but that’s just so...crazy. Who does that?” She paused, and just as Fred was about to talk she kept going. “And the worst part is that I don’t...I don’t feel anything. The first time he cheated with Angelina it was like my whole world came crashing down. He was my best friend, my boyfriend, and my roommate. Now, it barely even feels like we’re roommates. I thought I could love him the same way after it all, and maybe he cheated because I couldn’t.”

“Don’t blame yourself. Cheating is always a decision. If he realized you didn’t love him the same way he should have communicated with you. Broken up. Not proposed and delayed this.” Fred sighed. Y/N wouldn’t make eye contact with Fred, assumingly because she was upset.

“I--” She paused, chest tight. She looked up at Fred, making blatant eye contact. “What if I’ve been emotionally cheating?” Fred’s eyes widened and his heart sank. He felt awful, like his feelings for her would just have to go away again. Right as they were getting close.

“W-what? With who?”

“You fucking idiot.” She sighed, pushing herself off the counter. She went to walk away, but Fred put his arms on either side of her on the counter, pinning her where she was.

“Don’t walk away.” He whispered, so close to her face. Her heart pounded.

“I--” She sighed. “Fred, I’ve felt more for you in the past five days than I’ve felt for George in the past year and a half. I waited all day for you to be here, and I kept feeling guilty for it. I’ve felt so guilty, and then I find out he’s cheating and I’m so numb to it because you’re all I can think about.” She paused to breathe before she continued her quick ramblings. “Also, the idea of having feelings for you is so weird, because we only just started to like each other, but you’re standing so close to me and all I can hear is my heart pounding in my ears. I can’t stop thinking about all the girls you used to bring home and how I don’t want to be just one of those girls you sleep with. But obviously I can’t just be with you because I think I just broke off my engagement with your brother and also because you haven’t said anything--” So Fred, in his overwhelmed state, pushed forward and pressed his lips against hers. She grabbed both sides of his face as he grabbed her hips. After a few moments, he quickly pulled apart, moving one of his hands to keep her hand on his face in place

“I couldn’t tell you the other night, but I had feelings for you that summer before the war, but you were with George. I couldn’t...I couldn’t just confess then, and besides you were so happy with him. Then we didn’t like each other, and the night before you got engaged I couldn’t stop thinking about you all over again. And...George made us spend all that time together and you’re the only thing I think about. The girl I went on the date with was so perfect, but I couldn’t get you off my mind and I realized she was just like you. But she wasn’t. She wasn’t you, no one will ever be you.” Fred spoke in a hushed tone with his eyes closed, as if speaking any louder or seeing her would make Y/N evaporate into thin air. Slowly, he opened his eyes to see her with tear tracks down her face.

“I don’t think anyone’s ever said anything that nice to me before.” She whispered, taking the hand that wasn’t trapped by his and wiping her face. He giggled, letting go of her hand and using both of his hands to hold the sides of her face. He leaned forward and kissed the tear stains on Y/N’s face. “You’re like this perfect man, it’s so wildly different from George.” She mumbled.

“I can’t account for where he went wrong, and I haven’t always been great. But if you give me the chance, I will love you better than anyone else could dream of.” With tears streaming down her eyes she pulled him in to kiss her again, he smiled against her lips. He held the small of her waist as she rested one of her hands on his chest, the other sat at the back of his neck playing with his hair. He moaned when she pulled it gently, causing her to smile into their kiss. She almost missed being able to see him rolling his eyes at her smirk.

“Love me, please. Tonight, tomorrow, every day. Just--love me tonight.” She whispered against his lips as they panted for air. 

He leaned down, kissing her again as he grabbed the back of her thighs and lifted her back to a sitting position on the counter. Y/N threaded her fingers through Fred’s hair, one of Fred’s hands was on her thigh, the other rested on her waist. Finally, she bit his bottom lip in an attempt to get him to do anything. In response, he gave a noise that sounded between a groan and a growl, moving to her neck to leave bite marks. He licked the shell of her ear and bit the lobe as he moved down to the length of her neck, sucking hard. She moaned softly, whimpering when he used he grazed his teeth over her neck. 

She started grinding her hips against his in an attempt to get some friction. He grabbed her hips, pulling her closer to him to aid in her plight for friction. After he felt satisfied with the bruises he’d left on her neck he went back to her lips, sucking on her bottom lip briefly before licking it in a silent asking of permission to use it. She gracefully licked his tongue, granting his own tongue admission to her mouth. Their tongues wrestled messily, Y/N playing with Fred’s hair and occasionally pulling softly to hear him moan. She was starting to feel frustrated with just grinding, so she moved the hand that was on the side of Fred’s face to gracefully feel all the way down his body before she started palming him through his slacks. He gave a harsh groan this time, pulling apart from her mouth briefly.

“You’re so beautiful, so sexy.” His voice was deep with pleasure and she moaned at the sound alone. Her heart swelled, she hadn’t been praised like that sexually...ever. Fred took one of his hands off of her hips to thread into her hair, pulling gently to hear her moan. He swore to himself that he could hear that every minute of every day and never get tired of it. While Fred knew he was going to fuck her, his intentions were pure-- he wanted to make love to her. Y/N, however, was getting frustrated with his politeness. She started to unbutton his slacks and he broke off their kiss again. “Hold on, I want to take care of you.” He whispered, flush against her lips.

“I appreciate that, but I want you inside of me.” She whispered, her hand that had been unbuttoning his pants was now tangled in his shirt. Fred felt his heart drop to his cock when she said this, groaning at her lack of restraint. Y/N started unbuttoning his shirt as he separated her thighs and pulled her completely to the edge of the counter.

“You’ll just have to be patient, princess.” He grinned as he went to crouch, kissing her knee on the way down. He left kisses all over the inside of her thighs, leaving her soaked to the core before he had even really touched her. Both Fred and Y/N were thankful she was wearing a dress that day, making his access considerably easier as he rubbed her through only her thin panties. Kissing the inside of her thigh as he looked up into her eyes, he felt like the luckiest man alive. He almost grinned when he saw she was adorning another pair of fruit covered panties.

“You know, I wasn’t kidding when I said the cherry panties were sexy,” He smirked up at her, rubbing circles into her clit through peach covered cotton. “These are sexy too, but I think they’d look a lot better on the floor.” He grabbed the cotton on her hips and pulled them down, leaving them on the floor like he promised. Y/N’s thighs were shaking from all the teasing he had done already. He licked from her inner knee to where he promised to take care of her, latching his mouth onto her clit. She gasped at the feeling of his warm tongue, closing her eyes. He used his tongue to create figure-8’s against her clit, and slowly pushed one finger into her. At this, she threw her head back, resting the crown of her skull gently against the cabinet behind her. She laced her fingers through Fred’s hair, now pulling hard. He groaned in his own pleasure, creating vibrations against her clit which in turn made her moan. He pushed a second finger into her, slowly pumping them as he worked her clit. After adding a third finger, her legs were shaking violently, showing she was nearing the edge. He quickly swapped his fingers and tongue, using his thumb to rub circles against her clit and sticking his tongue as deep as he could inside of her warm pussy. He had his other arm wrapped around her thigh, one of her hands reaching to hold the hand there as she neared her end even faster than before.

“I want you to say my name when you cum, baby, can you do that for me?” He paused briefly, looking up at her, she nodded vigorously. His tongue returned to it’s warm reserve inside of her. The motions he made with his thumb against her clit became faster, and soon enough she was squeezing his hand and nearly screaming his name. Fred waited for her to stop squeezing his hand to stand up and kiss her on the lips again. “You did so good, baby.” He whispered against her lips.

“Freddy,” She whimpered against his lips. “You haven’t even fucked me yet and I don’t think I’ll be able to walk.” She almost laughed at the thought. He grinned, happy with his work so far. He tucked a strand of her behind her ear, kissing her ear as he spoke.

“You won’t need to, baby. I’ll fuck you right here,” He started licking and kissing her neck again, making her whine. “And I’ll take care of you so you don’t have to walk.” He whispered against her quickly bruising flesh. She whined again, reaching to finish her job unbuttoning his shirt and unzipping his already unbuttoned pants. He let her continue as he wrapped his hand in her hair once and pulled back, exposing the front of her neck to him where he continued his attack. When she finished unbuttoning his shirt he helped her pull it off his shoulders, exposing his freckled and scarred skin on his chest to her. She rubbed her hands against his chest, feeling every individual scar and wondering where each of them came from. He watched her eyes dart around, a small closed-lip smile adorning her face as she felt the raised white scars. He rubbed his thumb against her cheek softly, loving his own view. Using the same hand that was petting her cheek, he lifted her face to look up at his. He pulled her face close to his own and kissed her softly.

“I love you, Y/N.” He whispered against her lips with his eyes closed. She smiled, reaching her face up to kiss his eyelids. Angel kisses on his blonde eyelashes. It was a sweet moment, to remind them both that not only was there no going back after what they were about to do, but also to remind them that this wasn’t just fucking. This was real, unadulterated love. He opened his eyes, looking deeply into hers as she pushed his slacks and boxers down as far as she could with her hands, using her bare feet the rest of the way. He lifted her dress over her head, tossing it somewhere behind him, inevitably landing on some type of baked good. She rested one hand against his jaw, pulling his face close to hers, her other hand pumping his cock and gently rubbing the tip. He closed his eyes, letting out a deep breath at the feeling of her small hand around him. He rested one hand on her jaw, mirroring her. His other hand rested on the small of her back to push her closer to him. They kissed gently, feeling like this moment was fragile and could be broken. Y/N moved the hand that was on his cock and squeezed his bicep, quietly communicating that she was ready. He moved his hand from the small of her back to line himself up with her entrance, and as he pushed in the both gasped quietly at the feeling. Fred rested his forehead on Y/N’s shoulder, eyes closed as he waited quietly and politely for her to adjust to his size. After a few moments she tapped him to tell him to move, her eyes squeezed tightly closed for preparation of any pain that would come from his movements. He moved slowly, truly taking this moment to get to know Y/N’s body. He felt every groove inside of her, every dip and small raise in her skin, memorising her inside and out. As they both started to get used to this puzzle-piece moment in which it felt like the clicking of soul-mates finally coming together, they started kissing again. Fred’s tongue entered her mouth, exploring, dead set on memorising her entire body. Her hands found themselves resting on his back, nails digging in every so often. If this had been her sex dream, she would’ve been wondering how many girls had dug their nails into his back, but in person all she could think about was him. He filled her every sense, she could smell him, feel him everywhere, taste him, his freckled skin stuck on her eyes even when they closed, and their shared moans overwhelmed her ears. If this was what making love was, she definitely had never shared that with George.

Fred lowered his hand, rubbing her clit gently as his pace got faster. He wasn’t sure if he had ever felt so good so quickly, he was almost positive he hadn’t ever felt his high come so quickly. As he pounded into Y/N’s g-spot and rubbed her clit, she found herself loudly moaning. Her nails were now leaving deep marks into Fred’s back, and Fred hadn’t even noticed.

“Fred,” She moaned his name loudly, the sound of which made his own high come even faster. Set on finding their highs together, they were flush together. Y/N nor Fred had never been so close to someone, their entire bodies touching. Her legs were wrapped around him, her torso flush against his and her face buried into his chest. His face was buried into her neck, leaving occasional kisses to avoid his own moans. Quickly, they found their highs together. After hitting her g-spot so many times, she warned him. He quietly thanked Godric, his own high coming as well. So as they came together, panting, completely embraced, they felt loved. They’d both felt fucked-out before, but this felt different. This felt simultaneously heavy and weightless on their hearts, and they stayed together for a long time. They kissed quietly, Fred not really wanting to leave her, and she not wanting him to leave her either. Before he pulled out she spoke.

“I love you too, Freddy.”

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