#Heart-Shaped Belly Button Piercing

[yanyajewelry]

  Gold Heart-Shaped Belly Button Piercing - Yanya Jewelry

Our beautiful heart-shaped 14k gold belly button piercing for women. It comes with cubic zirconia and is available in yellow gold which is 7mm wide and 10mm in length.

#belly button piercing #14k gold belly button piercing #belly button piercing for women #Heart-Shaped Belly Button Piercing

[cannibalgh0st]

My new belly-button piercing and waist beads!😊💖✨️

#me #my pics #cannibalgh0st #gifts for me #pink #navel piercing #piercing #heart shaped #heart #pink and gold #waist beads #belly beads #may #2023 #Aquarius #pink shorts #belly button ring #belly button piercing

[onlyswan]

jk releasing 3d on my birthday has been the greatest bday gift ever. ITS BEEN ON REPLAY NONSTOP 😋😋😋😋😋😋🤞🤞

what do you think oc’s thoughts and reactions were when they first listened to it??😭😭😭i need to know, art

summary: in which jungkook is crazy about you, and he sings songs about it.

> idol!jungkook x reader, est. relationship / fluff, suggestive / word count: 0.5k

> content/warnings: allusions to phone s*x and well… s*x, finally found the perfect time for oc piercing reveal :P

> in which masterlist!

note: BELATED HAPPY BIRTHDAY MY LINA BELOVED 💕💕💕you’re a source of light in my life and i’m so grateful for your existence <3 i hope all your wishes come true <333 lol surprise. i got bored this morning so here’s a baby drabble for u 🫶🏼 (i did say i’m taking a break from writing in oct and it’s sept 30 today so…)

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jungkook pauses 3D at the 3:20 mark before the song can start playing again on loop, and then he looks at you with an excited grin painted on his face.

“so, what do you think?!”

you remain quiet under the weight of his tattooed arm swung around your shoulders, fiddling with his fingers as you always do when you can’t seem to sit still. it’s a contrast to the wide-eyed gasps and bright giggles elicited from you when his sultry singing voice filled all the empty corners of your shared apartment.

“mhmm…? why is my baby quiet all of a sudden?” he chuckles, nose nudging your cheek before he plants a kiss on the soft flesh.

“you were thinking of me?”

your eyes finally meet, and the curious sparkle he sees in yours makes his heart uncontrollably race inside his ribcage.

damn, he’s whipped.

“uh-uh. are you serious?”

you feign innocence, eyes going wider, surprised at his reaction.

“oh, don’t act all cute!” he exclaims, leaning back to watch an amused smile gradually form on your lips. “who else calls me in the middle of rehearsals and whines because they’re feeling needy? at three in the morning! three! huh? tell me!”

“oh my god, shut up! when will you stop bringing that up?!” you lightly punch his thigh, ashamed of your shamelessness when your yearning for your boyfriend reaches an all-time high. now that you’re being spoiled rotten with physical affection, you can no longer fathom how you used to survive it before, being distant from him for months on end. “that’s more you!”

he blinks at you, contemplating for a moment as he combs through his collection of hazy memories. “you mean, during rehearsals or at three in the morning?”

you only raise an eyebrow in response, and the corners of his eyes crinkle as he bursts into a fit of giggles. uh-oh, this is what you must look like when you scold him for being frisky over the phone while you’re out in public, forcing you to bring the brightness of your phone all the way down or to hastily plug in your earphones.

the truth is he wants to kiss you more when you get a little mean, though he refuses to say it out loud because he knows that you won’t ever stop using it against him the same way you purposely wear red when you want to test his self-control.

“alright, so i’m crazy about you, and i even sing songs about it. sue me!”

you intertwine your fingers together, concealing a smile by planting a chaste kiss on the purple heart permanently inked on the back of his hand. “i’d rather touch you.”

at that, his hooded gaze travels down south where your crop top couldn’t reach, watching your stomach unsteadily rise and fall, and the butterfly-shaped jewelry that pierces your belly button seems to flutter its wings with every breath you take.

his teeth tugs at his bottom lip before his tongue sweeps over it, a cheeky smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

“would you mind if i touch you first?”

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#jungkook #jungkook fluff #jungkook drabble #jungkook one shot #jungkook scenario #jungkook imagine #jungkook x reader #jungkook x you #jungkook smut #bts fluff #bts reaction #jungkook angst #jungkook fic #jungkook fanfic

[lord-of-the-prompts]

DESCRIBING THE PHYSICAL ATTRIBUTES OF CHARACTERS:

Body

descriptors; ample, athletic, barrel-chested, beefy, blocky, bony, brawny, buff, burly, chubby, chiseled, coltish, curvy, fat, fit, herculean, hulking, lanky, lean, long, long-legged, lush, medium build, muscular, narrow, overweight, plump, pot-bellied, pudgy, round, skeletal, skinny, slender, slim, stocky, strong, stout, strong, taut, toned, wide.

Eyebrows

descriptors; bushy, dark, faint, furry, long, plucked, raised, seductive, shaved, short, sleek, sparse, thin, unruly.

shape; arched, diagonal, peaked, round, s-shaped, straight.

Ears

shape; attached lobe, broad lobe, narrow, pointed, round, square, sticking-out.

Eyes

colour; albino, blue (azure, baby blue, caribbean blue, cobalt, ice blue, light blue, midnight, ocean blue, sky blue, steel blue, storm blue,) brown (amber, dark brown, chestnut, chocolate, ebony, gold, hazel, honey, light brown, mocha, pale gold, sable, sepia, teakwood, topaz, whiskey,) gray (concrete gray, marble, misty gray, raincloud, satin gray, smoky, sterling, sugar gray), green (aquamarine, emerald, evergreen, forest green, jade green, leaf green, olive, moss green, sea green, teal, vale).

descriptors; bedroom, bright, cat-like, dull, glittering, red-rimmed, sharp, small, squinty, sunken, sparkling, teary.

positioning/shape; almond, close-set, cross, deep-set, downturned, heavy-lidded, hooded, monolid, round, slanted, upturned, wide-set.

Face

descriptors; angular, cat-like, hallow, sculpted, sharp, wolfish.

shape; chubby, diamond, heart-shaped, long, narrow, oblong, oval, rectangle, round, square, thin, triangle.

Facial Hair

beard; chin curtain, classic, circle, ducktail, dutch, french fork, garibaldi, goatee, hipster, neckbeard, old dutch, spade, stubble, verdi, winter.

clean-shaven

moustache; anchor, brush, english, fu manchu, handlebar, hooked, horseshoe, imperial, lampshade, mistletoe, pencil, toothbrush, walrus.

sideburns; chin strap, mutton chops.

Hair

colour; blonde (ash blonde, golden blonde, beige, honey, platinum blonde, reddish blonde, strawberry-blonde, sunflower blonde,) brown (amber, butterscotch, caramel, champagne, cool brown, golden brown, chocolate, cinnamon, mahogany,) red (apricot, auburn, copper, ginger, titain-haired,), black (expresso, inky-black, jet black, raven, soft black) grey (charcoal gray, salt-and-pepper, silver, steel gray,), white (bleached, snow-white).

descriptors; bedhead, dull, dry, fine, full, layered, limp, messy, neat, oily, shaggy, shinny, slick, smooth, spiky, tangled, thick, thin, thinning, tousled, wispy, wild, windblown.

length; ankle length, bald, buzzed, collar length, ear length, floor length, hip length, mid-back length, neck length, shaved, shoulder length, waist length.

type; beach waves, bushy, curly, frizzy, natural, permed, puffy, ringlets, spiral, straight, thick, thin, wavy.

Hands; calloused, clammy, delicate, elegant, large, plump, rough, small, smooth, square, sturdy, strong.

Fingernails; acrylic, bitten, chipped, curved, claw-like, dirty, fake, grimy, long, manicured, painted, peeling, pointed, ragged, short, uneven.

Fingers; arthritic, cold, elegant, fat, greasy, knobby, slender, stubby.

Lips/Mouth

colour (lipstick); brown (caramel, coffee, nude, nutmeg,) pink (deep rose, fuchsia, magenta, pale peach, raspberry, rose, ) purple (black cherry, plum, violet, wine,) red (deep red, ruby.)

descriptors; chapped, cracked, dry, full, glossy, lush, narrow, pierced, scabby, small, soft, split, swollen, thin, uneven, wide, wrinkled.

shape; bottom-heavy, bow-turned, cupid’s bow, downturned, oval, pouty, rosebud, sharp, top-heavy.

Nose

descriptors; broad, broken, crooked, dainty, droopy, hooked, long, narrow, pointed, raised, round, short, strong, stubby, thin, turned-up, wide.

shape; button, flared, grecian, hawk, roman.

Skin

descriptors; blemished, bruised, chalky, clear, dewy, dimpled, dirty, dry, flaky, flawless, freckled, glowing, hairy, itchy, lined, oily, pimply, rashy, rough, sagging, satiny, scarred, scratched, smooth, splotchy, spotted, tattooed, uneven, wrinkly.

complexion; black, bronzed, brown, dark, fair, ivory, light, medium, olive, pale, peach, porcelain, rosy, tan, white.

#writing prompt #writing ideas #writing tips #creative writing #writers of tumblr #writers block #writing things #writers #writing advice #characteristics #character description

[tiredmamaissy]

thinking about size kink/belly bulge with neteyam :D

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🔞mdni; adult!nete - continuation of this blurb

this is the only blurb i'll be posting tonight guys, sorry <3 working on the loak fic tonight :) but thought i'd serve some bfast/lunch/dinner

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"oh, fuck. he definitely did." you curse under your breath, watching in awe as neteyam's hung cock springs from his thigh to slap his belly all on it's own.

it rests on his stomach, fat tip oozing a bead of clear, glossy precum right below his cross shaped ribs. he's watching, too - witnessing the bead of precum slowly trickle down into the dip of his belly button. his head snaps up, predatory, irate gaze boring directly into yours. if he didn't have his hands tied behind his back, you would have actually been a bit frightened.

"untie me." he growls deep in his chest, attempting to lunge forward only to be tugged backward by his restraints. "eywa, woman."

you open your legs wider as a response, scooting towards him as your two fingers spread your folds for him - exposing your glistening pussy. now he's the one staring in awe, gaze softening into something of wanton. the look on his face gives it away, the relaxed brows, his slightly parted lips - the way his chest heaves. wrapping your dainty fingers around his throbbing cock, your thumb grazes over his cockhead before you quickly put it in your mouth to have a taste.

"mmm. still don't get how it's so sweet." you hum, tongue swiping across your bottom lip.

neteyam's arousal is undeniable, especially now that you've done that. seeing you taste him so eagerly just made his cock throb even more, his heart thump even harder. his blood rushes not only to his cock but to his face, staining his cheeks a faint shade of pink.

"wouldn't mind if i borrowed him for a bit, right? you pant, slowly brushing your fingers against his firm balls and up his entire length, before grasping his cock once more.

what could he say? no? all he wanted to do was break free, pin you down and sink his cock inside you. but here you are, asking permission to do just that. maybe being tied up isn't as bad as he thought. it didn't matter what he said, though. you were having your way with him regardless, lining up his mushroomy tip with your dripping slit. so, he opts to stay quiet and watch the show unfold.

you smile, feeling like you were in control for once in this relationship. unbeknownst to you, he's loosening the flimsy knot on the rope restraining his wrists behind his back.

"i'll take that... as a yes." you huff, lifting your hips to slowly sink his cock inside your cunt. "oh fuck, fuck, fuck." you moan breathily, as you both watch every inch of him disappear inside you, pelvises meeting one another.

he peers up at your screwed face through furrowed brows, breathing loudly as your cunt stretches out to accommodate his sheer size. he grits his teeth, willing himself to remain silent as you use him like a fucktoy, sliding up and down on his cock. his eyes slam shut, heavy breaths quickly morphing into low groans.

"yeah? that feel good? tell me, nete." you pant, grip tightening around his ankles while you use them as leverage to fuck his cock faster.

his eyes fly open, staring directly into yours, just as he rams his cock so deep inside you that your body has nowhere to go but up. "holy fuck, neteyam!" you cry out, feeling his tip threaten drill its way into your cervix. he holds his position, heels of his feet digging into the ground beneath him.

"you tell me. does that feel good? hm?" he growls, gaze dropping to the bulge in your abdomen. "look at me inside you, so fucking deep." he say breathily, hands slipping through the rope just in time to grab your hips to shove you further down on his cock. a loud, piercing whimper evades your flushed lips, as the bulge in your belly only protrudes more.

"i said, look at me inside you!" he shifts his hips, jamming his tip into your gummy walls.

your head snaps down, breath hitching as you take in the sight of the bulge jutting out of your belly. "oh shit." you let out a soft mewl.

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#high issy talks #neteyam smut #avatar smut #awow smut #neteyam sully smut #neteyam sully #neteyam sully x reader #neteyam x you #neteyam imagine #neteyam x y/n #neteyam x reader #neteyam #neteyam x female reader #lo'ak smut #lo’ak smut #loak smut

[jadewritesficshere]

Wrecked

Eddie Munson x Reader

Content: oral (male receiving) slight sub!Eddie. Listen I just really wanna suck him

18+ only

Your eyes snapped open, adjusting to the darkness in the room as the VHS shut off with a click. The light from the TV seemed harsh, jarring you from the quietness surrounding you. It woke you up from your sleepy state, heart thumping wildly as you realized you had fallen asleep against Eddie. Eddie, who talked a mile a minute and told you interesting facts while watching movies, who had gone silent almost an hour ago as you started to drift off. Eddie, who had an arm wrapped around your shoulder, hand lazily drawing patterns on your arm where it rested. Your head against his chest, listening to the steady beating of his heart. "Sorry," you yawned as you sat up," Did I fall asleep?"

Eddie blinked slowly before smiling," Don't worry 'bout it. You need to rest." You lazily smile at him as he stands up. He stretches slowly, joints popping that remind you that neither of you are near your teens anymore. He reaches his arms above his head in a stretch, shirt traveling up just enough to give you a sneak peak of his stomach. Pale skin that showed the stark colors of the dragon curled over the top of his belly button. The dragon that had it's mouth open as if it was blowing fire, fire that actually was pink scars courtesy of the demobats. The scars that he always had a different story for when people saw ("I got attacked by a bear." "A witch cursed me." "I didn't eat my vegetables." "I used to defuse bombs").

Your eyes caught on his belly button, the stupid piercing he got claiming "a dragon had to have a hoard". The blue light from the tv causing the jewelry to glint, showing a kaleidoscope of rainbows in the opal gemstones. Your breath caught at the smattering of hair that trailed down from his belly button. Down to the band of his sweatpants that hung low on his hips. Plaid boxers peeking over the hem of his pants obscured your view of the slight v shape of his hips. The TV light providing the perfect amount of light and shadow to show the slight definition of his abs he had gained from long hours as a mechanic.

The sting from biting your lip pulled you from your casual perusal of Eddie's frame. Eddie who hadn't even noticed and was waving his hands around talking as he stared off at the wall,"- but those are just rumors. I mean if they do make a movie, it better be close to the book. No creative liberties. I want to see the book come to life, ya know? I want the dwarves to have full beards, especially the women and-"

You stand up abruptly," Shut the fuck up." Eddie pauses at your abrupt words and movement. Silence spans a few seconds as he notices the glimmer in your eyes," Excuse you?" You hum, running your eyes up and down his frame. Eddie was definitely a man, no longer the boy you had met in high school. He had filled out more, had some scruff on his jawline. His sweatpants had a hole in his knee and there was a stain on his shirt, but he had never looked more beautiful to you. And you had never wanted to fuck him more.

Eddie tilted his head slightly, untamed and frizzy curls bouncing as he tried to decipher the look in your eye. "I will gladly listen to this conversation, but I can't pay attention right now. Not when you're," you wave your hand gesturing to him," that!" Eddie scoffs," Excuse you? That?." One step is all it takes to get in his space, Eddie instinctively taking a step back.

You push on his chest, firm beneath your open palms, causing him to stumble back into the couch. He lands with a grunt and looks up at you with a look of exasperation. He goes to open his mouth to say what you're sure is a snarky remark, but all thoughts leave his head as you grab his knees spreading them open and kneeling in front of him. His jaw drops as he stares at you between his legs. You bat your lashes at him in what you hope is a seductive look, but let's be honest, both you and Eddie suck at flirting. You trail one hand up from his knee, barely touching as your fingers dance their way up his thigh. His cheeks flush, a beautiful dusty pink that spreads down his neck towards his chest. You wonder how far that blush goes as you lift the hem of his shirt.

Eddie is staring at you, frozen in time. You clearing your throat as you tug on his shirt knocks him from his reverie. "Yeah, okay, fuck uh yea." He leans forward enough to pull the shirt over his head. You lick your lips at the expanse of tattooed skin you see. You lean in, trying to decide where to start. You look up through your eyelids at him, slowly licking the happy trail, that definitely made you happy. The image of you licking his skin, peering up at him through your lashes, was burned into Eddie's retinas. Eddie's knuckles were white as he gripped the couch cushions. His stomach flexed unintentionally at the warmth of your tongue. The small whimper he let out fueled your desire, heat pooling low in your stomach. You nip and suck at his hips, one hand resting on his thigh, the other curled around his back to bring him closer to you. You pulled back after adding a lovely red mark that you know will fade to a bruise.

You can't believe you had fallen asleep next to this man, now the only thoughts involving a bed also involved cardio. You lightly trail a finger over the prominent bulge in his pants, earning a sharply inhaled breath and a buck of his hips. "Jesus fucking Christ," he groans, voice lower then you've ever heard. You lick your lips as your hands reach for the hem of his pants and-

"Wait!" Eddie startles you, and you glance up at his wrecked face. "Huh?" You blink a few times starting to pull back," Do you not..?" "No! No I do!" Eddie clears his throat and grabs the pillow next to him," I just...you should be comfortable..." His face flushes as he holds the pillow between you two, causing you to chuckle. You grab the pillow and put it under your knees, even if you don't need it. "Thanks baby. You're so thoughtful." Eddie preens under the praise, looking smug. Your hands return to his waist band, tugging his pants and boxers down. He lifts his hips to help and-

You've never thought a dick to be pretty before. Sure, you've seen some good ones but this? He's long, curved slightly to the right. Precum beading at the top of a head that is flushed so red it's almost purple. A prominent vein trailing the underside of his dick that you want to lick up. Curls around the base that were trimmed but still unruly. The tension is thick as you stare at his dick, wondering where to start. He twitches under your heavy gaze. "C'mon, don't make me wait.." Eddie mumbles. "You'll take what I give you, and you'll be thankful." You snap back, watching the man pout slightly. For all his bravado and extroverted demeanor, he has no power here and he knows it.

But you decide to have mercy on him as you flatten your tongue against his dick, deciding to follow the vein from his base to his tip. Eddie lets out a high-pitched whine followed by a "thank you", but you don't really care. Yes, it feels good for him, but this is also for your pleasure. You swirl your tongue around his leaking tip, tasting the salty essence. Eddie's hand finds the back of your head instinctively, not using any real force or grip. When you fully envelope his tip with your warm mouth and suck, all coherent thoughts of his are gone. He barely can remember his own name. One of your hands holding his hips back so he can't thrust up, the other wrapped around his dick slowly moving up and down.

Eddie sits there babbling nonsense, he never could stay quiet for long. And you wouldn't want him to, his moans and groans like music to your ears. You pull off of him earning a whine. Eddie's face is flushed, bangs stuck to his forehead, a slight sweat broken out on him. He looks down at you with those big brown eyes like you just kicked a dog. "Please? Fuck, please baby? Don't stop."

You smile up at the wrecked man, the man begging for you to continue. You can feel the light pressure of his hand against your head trying to push you closer to his groin. You could make him beg. Make him wait. But he looks so good like this, you want to see him completely blissed out. You inhale deeply before lightly putting the tip back in your mouth. Eddie has no time to mutter a thank you before you fully sink down on him. Your nose coming flush with the hair you admired earlier, taking him deep in your throat without gagging. "Oh fuckfuckfuck," Eddie pants above you, lost in the feeling of you. You hollow out your cheeks and suck, bobbing up and down along his length. He was a twitching writhing mess beneath you. You lightly palm at his balls, adding enough pressure to have Eddie moan. It didn't take him long before he came with a loud groan, hips bucking without a pattern. You swallowed it to the best of your ability, some leaking out and dripping down your chin.

When he was done, you pulled off him with a pop. Eddie's chest heaved as he panted above you. Eddie looked down from the ceiling, not sure when he had thrown his head back in ecstasy. You swipe the cum off your chin before licking your fingers, eyes locked with his. "Jesus Christ," he runs a hand through his hair and lets out a chuckle. You hum and smile up at him. Eddie lightly grasps your biceps, tugging you to get up,"Not sure what brought that on, but I think its time for me to return the favor. Get up here."

#Listen Eddie deserves to have his entire world view changed through a good bj #Blow him so good you blow his mind #Also idc if he is older that man cannot flirt #He is just a funky lil dude who is a terrible flirt he gets like 0 bitches #BUT even tho he is terrible at flirting I would still suck him off like any day #like call me a succubus the way I'm gonna succ your buss- okay no that...no #Unless.... 👀 #Eddie Munson x y/n #Eddie Munson x you #Eddie Munson x reader #Eddie Munson/you #Eddie Munson/Reader #Eddie Munson smut #Eddie Munson #Stranger Things #Stranger Things smut #Gonna post this a SECOND time as uh not even my mutual saw it so...idk why but let's try this again #If yall let this flop you don't even deserve him 😤 #Jade is Talking

[stylesloveclub]

KARMA

In which y/n tends to make a lot of spontaneous decisions when she’s drunk, and Harry’s a tattoo artist. 

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On any average work day, Harry sees a lot of people come through his tattoo shop.

The majority of them are people who’ve gotten tattoos before – usually big burly men who come in to add a new tat to their sleeve, or teenage girls getting a secret butterfly on their side boob. There are the artsy people who come in for some detailed line work, and there are the silly drunk people who get a smiley face tattooed on their ass. Sometimes he’ll have someone come in for their first tattoo ever, shaking in their seat and tearing up before the tattoo gun even touches their skin.

Very rarely does he have someone come in for a piercing. But when they do, they’re usually older girls coming in for a helix or a belly button piercing. 

Not five year old girls, wearing sparkly pink shoes and a sunflower printed dress. 

“Hi!” Harry’s eyes flicker up to the lady standing behind the little kid. “Do you guys pierce ears here?”

“Erm… for her?” Harry says skeptically, pointing at the little girl. She can’t be older than five years old, standing with her thumb in her mouth and hiding behind the legs of the lady she’d come inside with. The lady seems young, probably the same age as him or a bit younger. He assumes the little girl must be her daughter. 

“Yup!” the mom exclaims (or maybe a nanny, or aunt… Harry doesn’t really know. Or care.) “We wanna get her ears pierced for her birthday!” She looks down at the little girl with a glimmer in her eyes. 

Harry contemplates saying no, he really does. He doesn’t like having kids in his shop— or anywhere near him if we’re being honest. They have snotty noses and sticky fingers and cry way too loud for him to be able to tolerate them. But this little girl seems relatively nice…  she’s been quiet so far, and her nose is clean. Plus, the shop’s not busy today. Even if she did start crying, she wouldn’t scare any customers away. So he decides to be nice – just this one time.

“Sure,” he sighs. “I can do her.” He decides to do it himself instead of assigning the job to one of his employees. He’s been here the longest and has the steadiest hands, so he can get this over with the quickest. 

He has the woman (y/n, he learns from the paperwork) sign a couple of papers, then has the two of them pick through the earring options that they have on display.

“Which one do you like the best, Lola?” Harry overhears her asking the little girl. Or– Lola, as he’s overheard. 

Lola, still sucking her thumb, points to a pair of heart-shaped pink studs. “Tha’ one,” she says through her stuffed mouth.

“Oh, the hearts are so pretty!” y/n says giddily. “Good choice sweetheart.” She looks up at Harry. “Could we get those ones, please?”

He nods, and makes note of it in their paperwork. 

“Follow me,” he says, leading them into the back room where he usually does the piercings. He motions towards a black, leather table that his clients usually sit or lay down on when getting their piercings done. The table is too tall for little Lola to climb onto all by herself, so y/n picks her up and plops her down on the seat. Her little sparkly shoes dangle from the edge, hanging two feet above the floor. 

Harry washes his hands and takes out his sterilized materials from the cabinet in the room, as well as the pair of pink earrings that Lola has requested. A pair of black gloves fit onto his hands tightly. He then sits on a little rolly stool and rolls over to where she’s sitting on the bench. 

“M’gonna disinfect your ears now,” he says to the little girl, tearing open a package of alcohol swabs. She just nods quietly, thumb in mouth. He can tell that Lola is nervous, her eyes wide and scared with her legs swinging nervously. She keeps looking over at y/n, who’s sitting on a chair right next to the table. 

“Are you excited Lola?” she asks enthusiastically, trying to hype the little girl up. 

It doesn’t work. Lola’s little eyes start to grow watery, her chin wobbling as she shakes her head no. “M’scared,” she whines, a frown taking over her face. 

Harry rolls away as soon as he sees the tears. Maybe this was a bad idea.

“Oh no, Lola!” she exclaims, squatting in the spot Harry had just been. She grabs Lola’s hands in hers and looks into the little girl’s tearful eyes. “Don’t be scared! We don’t have to pierce your ears if you don’t wanna baby.”

“But I do!” Lola whimpers. 

“Well then what’s the problem bubs?” she asks soothingly.

Lola looks at Harry, then leans over to (not so successfully) whisper in y/n’s ear. “He’s scary,” she says, the pout on her face only deepening. Y/n looks over at Harry helplessly.

Ah, yes. He supposes his all black clothes, tattooed arms, and black painted nails weren’t doing much to comfort the little girl… maybe he is a little scary.

“Hey,” he says rolling back to the table, his voice somewhat softer than the deep, grumpy rumble it had been before.  He’s gonna have to really up the niceness if he wants to get through the session smoothly. “Nothing to be scared of, little lady. It’ll just take a second and s’not even gonna hurt.” He gives a tight smile, the best he can muster up despite his apprehensiveness about talking to a kid on the verge of tears. 

“Y’hear that, bubs?” she reassures the little girl with a big smile on her face. She plays with Lola’s hands encouragingly. “Come one, you’re a big girl. You can do it!”

Lola sniffles deeply and wipes her eyes with her tiny fists. “M’a big girl,” she affirms with a confident nod. 

“Good girl!” y/n says, giving Lola a stellar high five. She gets up from where she’d been squatting and goes back to her seat, letting Harry roll back to where he’d previously been.

“I’m going to wipe your ears again, okay? We’ve gotta make sure they’re nice and clean.” Harry explains. He’s added a bit of an enthusiastic kick to his voice, really selling the “I’m not a big meanie!” vibe to Lola. She nods, a few leftover tears hanging onto her long eyelashes.

She winces when the cold wipe touches her earlobe, and Harry fears for his life. Was every little thing going to make this little girl cry? He decides to distract her. “How old are you, Lola?” He asks the first question that comes to mind. 

She holds up five fingers. “Wow! Five years old!” he bursts. “You’re a big girl!” 

That makes her smile and nod happily. Harry internally lets out a sigh of relief. He got a smile out of her, who would’ve thought! 

He takes a sterile pen and marks two dots on Lola’s earlobe for where the piercing would go. “What do you think?” he says, turning to y/n. She nods and holds up an excited thumbs up. 

“Okay, Lola,” Harry says nervously, pulling out the needle he’d be using to pierce her ear. He cleans it below the table so that the little girl doesn’t see it and start crying. “M’gonna need you to stay very still for this next part. Okay, sweetheart?” Lola agrees, but her composure falters when he brings the needle into view. “I know it’s a little scary, but I need you to be brave. Can you do that for me? Be a brave girl for me?”

She nods her head. “Brave,” she mumbles to herself. “Brave girl.”

He realizes that the clamps that he usually uses for piercing ears is too big for Lola’s small earlobes – but it’s okay. He’s done so many impromptu piercings that he has a shit ton of experience not using the proper equipment. Instead, he just holds the skin of her earlobe tightly and stretches it taut so that the needle would go in smoothly. 

“Okay Lola, take a deep breath in,” he instructs gently, piercing the needle through her skin in one smooth motion, “...and out.” He quickly follows through with the heart shaped studs and secures it with the backing. “You did it! One ear done!” 

She looks up at him confused. “That was it?” she asks, reaching her hand up to feel if the earring is actually there. 

Harry catches her little hand and brings it down to her lap before it makes contact with her piercing. “Ah, ah-” he tuts, “we can’t touch it okay? You gotta let it heal or else it’ll start to hurt.” He notices the way her little fingers wrap around his hand as he holds them still in her lap. “Are you ready to do the other ear?” he asks patiently.

She nods a bit more enthusiastically this time, no longer scared.

“Atta girl!” he exclaims, piercing the other ear in the same manner. He sanitizes her ears one last time and makes sure that everything is secure before holding up a mirror for the little girl to see her reflection in. “What do you think?”

Lola’s eyes go round, glimmering happily. “Pretty,” she says, looking at y/n for confirmation.

“So pretty, Lola!” she exclaims, standing up and pinching the little girl’s cheek. “M’so proud of you, you’re such a big girl! Thank you…” she looks at Harry, trailing off at the fact that she doesn’t know his name. 

“Harry,” he fills in for her. He rolls away from Lola and throws away the trash.

She smiles softly. “Thank you, Harry.” 

+++

It’s a quiet night at the tattoo shop, which Harry is thankful for. 

There’d been a few appointments earlier in the day, larger pieces that people had scheduled months in advance because they took a lot of consultations and took long chunks of time to tattoo – but there had barely been any walk-ins. It’s a Thursday night, so of course his business isn’t bustling the way it would be on a Saturday. 

Harry decides to start cleaning up – if he’s lucky, nobody else would venture in before their closing time and he’d be able to get home a bit early. (His little cat is waiting for him at home!) He wipes down the tattoo chairs and puts away all the needles, sweeps the floors and turns off the lights in the staff room in silence, until suddenly, he hears the bell above the door ring and someone clumsily stumbles in. It’s y/n. 

Harry looks at her. She looks at him. 

“Hi…?” Harry says, his voice a little doubting, a little bit confused. Why was she back? 

She stands in front of him nervously. “Um…” she’d stumbled into the tattoo shop with such confidence, but finds herself suddenly nervous and unable to speak under Harry’s intimidating gaze. “Hi.”

She won’t lie– she’s a little, teensy weensy bit drunk right now. She’d been at the bar across the street with a couple of her girlfriends, just hanging out and having fun, when she spilled to them about the hot tattoo artist who worked at the shop across the street. 

She’s had plenty of fleeting crushes in her life, but none have been as quick and captivating as her crush on Harry. With his deep voice, green eyes, and tan skin, he’s cast some sort of spell on her. She’d been in his presence for what… a total of 45 minutes? And yet she can’t get him off her mind!

He was just… really hot! And he had that sexy, mysterious vibe to him…. With all those tattoos and the rings and the black eyeliner… gosh he was straight out of some bad boy romance novel! If it weren’t for the fact that she’d been with her five-year old goddaughter when she met him for the first time, she’s sure she would’ve started acting up. He was just so attractive! 

In her tipsy state, with her cheeks warm and a fuzzy feeling in her chest, she couldn’t help but rant to her friends about it. She’d met the hottest guy ever, and she’d never have the chance to see him again! It was tragic!

Well… it doesn’t have to be that way, her friends told her. What was stopping her from heading over to the tattoo shop right now? 

No, she thought to herself. Going over to the tattoo shop, drunk, with absolutely nothing to say except Hi, I think you’re hot? She could never do that…

The vodka lemonade in her system said otherwise, though. That, along with all her friends who hyped her, had somehow managed to convince her to venture across the street and visit her dreamy tattoo man! 

So now she’s in his tattoo shop, with absolutely no idea of what to say or how to act. 

“How can I help you?” he asks after a tense second of silence. 

“Um…” she doesn’t really have a game plan, but she decides on the spot, “I want a piercing.” 

“A piercing?” he clarifies. She nods. “Okay… where?” 

She points to the shell of her ear. “You want a helix piercing?” he asks once more.

“Yeah,” she says confidently, accompanied by an eager nod of her head.

“Okay…” he mulls it over for a second. “Are you… y’know– like, in the right headspace to do this?” Something is telling him that she’s not completely sober, and he doesn’t want to do something that she’d regret. 

“Yeah, yeah!” She brushes it off nonchalantly,  “I only had like, one drink! And I’ve been meaning to get a piercing, especially after I came in here with Lola.” 

The first half of that was a lie– she had like, three drinks. But, it is true that she’d been thinking about getting her helix pierced for a while. She’d always thought they were cool, and had thought to herself that she’d like to get it done. She just never had taken any initiative on that thought… until right now, at least.

“If you say so…” He’s still a bit doubtful, but he supposes his slight suspicion isn’t enough of a reason to refuse service to her. 

He brings her the paperwork on a clipboard and gets all his required equipment out as she fills it out. “Which do you want?” he asks her, pointing to the wide variety of helix piercing options displayed. 

“Um…what do you recommend?” She’s normally much more prepared and would have done a bunch of research on what kind of jewelry would heal best or what type of metal was safest… but again, this decision was kind of made on a whim.

“I always tell clients to start off with a stud, and then if you want you can switch it out for a hoop once the piercing has healed.” 

“Yeah, that sounds good.” A pretty, butterfly shaped stud catches her eye. “Can I do that one, please?”

He nods. Grabbing his equipment, he decides that y/n is gonna be the last customer of the night, so he flips the sign on the front of the door to read closed, and leads her into the backroom, the same room where he’d pierced Lola’s ears.

“Where’s your daughter?” he asks, turning on the lights. Y/n follows behind him, and sits on the bench that he guides her towards. 

“Oh, she’s not mine!” “She’s not?” Harry had assumed that was her daughter with how close they were and how easily y/n comforted the little girl. 

“Lola’s my goddaughter!” she bubbles. “She’s at home with her parents right now. I just got to take her out this week for a little pre-birthday surprise.” 

“That’s cute,” he hums. With a pair of black gloves on his hands, he rips open the sanitizing pad and stands in front of y/n. The cool alcohol wipe feels refreshing against her ear, a striking contrast to how flushed her face feels. 

Harry’s eyes are dark and stern as he focuses on his job. His knuckles nudge her chin, angling her head in a way so he could clean the backs of her ears too. She’s looking up at him with wide eyes, captivated by his every movement. With how close he’s standing to her, she can feel his breaths against her cheek, see the sparks of gold embedded in his green irises. She can’t help herself from staring at his pretty pink lips, how they pout as he marks the spot he wants to pierce. 

Now, usually it makes Harry really uncomfortable when people stare at him while he’s doing their tattoo or giving a piercing. He’d rather they just close their eyes, or stare at the staring, anywhere else but at him! But with her… he doesn’t fully mind it. She’s kind of cute, he has to admit.

He holds up a mirror for her. “Look good?”

She nods. She barely looks into the mirror and doesn’t overthink the placement of it at all. Somehow, she trusts Harry wholeheartedly. 

He takes the needle out of its sterile packaging, and y/n eyes it nervously. “Do helix piercings… hurt a lot?” she asks with a timid voice. The sight of a needle coming towards her face has sobered her up quite a bit. 

“Not necessarily.” He notices her nervous eyes, “They obviously hurt more than a lobe piercing, since it’s cartilage, but s’only like a pinch.” 

She still looks frightened. “Can you, um– count?”

His eyes narrow slightly, and she feels like he’s judging her. But he agrees nonetheless. “Sure. Ready?” She nods her head as best as she can with her ear pinched between his fingers. “3…2…1.” She squeezes her eyes shut and takes a sharp breath as the needle pierces through her cartilage.

She exhales with a shaky breath. “Ow,” her eyes open, stinging with tears. 

He looks at her with a furrow in his brow. If she knew him better, she’d know that he’s concerned. But since they’re practically strangers, it just looks like he’s annoyed with her. “Did it hurt?” he asks.

“Little bit,” she mumbles. “I think it’s just the thought of a needle that’s making me a wuss. I’m not good with needles.” She sniffles a bit, but her tears aren’t heavy enough to fall from her lashes. 

“Well that was the hard part,” he says, somewhat reassuringly. He follows through with the butterfly shaped stud, and secures it in the back. 

He holds the mirror up for her once more, and she gazes at her own reflection in awe. “It’s so pretty,” she whispers. The butterfly glimmers prettily on her ear, the jewels that make up the wings shining under the white lighting. He sanitizes the piercing once more, then takes a step back.

“Make sure you avoid touching the piercing, ‘cos that’ll irritate it and also potentially infect it. Little bit of swelling and redness is fine for the first few days, but if it persists or gets infected then go to the doctors.” He takes his gloves off and throws his trash into the bin, then grabs a bottle of an aftercare solution, “Y’have to wash it 2-3 times a day for the next 3 weeks, then once a day after that. Don’t go swimming or submerge it under water, don’t pick at it or play with the piercing, avoid sleeping on it. And if you think anything is wrong then feel free to come back and we’ll check it out for you, yeah?” 

She nods her head diligently. “How long does it take to fully heal?” 

“Helix piercings take anywhere from six months to two years to fully heal. The better you take care of it, the better it’ll heal.”

Her eyes widen, “I didn’t know piercings took so much work.”

He eyes her curiously. “What made you decide to get pierced today if you didn’t know anything about it?”

“Oh, I was just… like in a fun mood,” she explains, avoiding the fact that the only reason she’d come in here was because she wanted to see him, the hot tattoo artist she’d been fantasizing about for the past week. “Me and my friends perform at the bar across the street every Thursday night, and we got some drinks afterwards and I just… decided to do it.” She smiles nervously.

“You perform?” he asks.

“Oh, yeah!” she bubbles excitedly. “I mean, I just play the keys, but my friend is a really good singer and it’s a lot of fun. S’right across the street, you should check it out one day!” 

He hums. “Maybe one day.” 

+++

Y/n didn’t really think much of it when she told Harry to come check out one of their performances. It just kind of… slipped out. 

She didn’t think he’d actually show up! In fact, she thought she’d totally fumbled with him! She just got a piercing from him, and that’s it. No phone numbers, no flirting, nothing.

But here he is, sitting at a bar waiting for her as she walks off stage. 

“Ruby,” she whispers to the lead singer of their band. “He’s here.”

“Who?” Ruby whispers back, looking around inconspicuously.

“The tattoo artist,” y/n says nervously. 

Ruby’s eyes widen. “Where?!” she gasps excitedly. 

“Long hair, sitting by the bar with a drink.” 

Ruby finds him easily, “Girl… he’s hot.” 

Y/n nods. “What do I do?” 

“Go talk to him, duh!” Ruby spares another glance towards Harry. “He’s looking at you. Go over there right now, or I’ll do it for you.” 

Y/n’s palms sweat and she looks at Ruby helplessly. She’s nervous! But Ruby just raises her eyebrow and gives her a look, one that tells her to suck it up and go flirt with her dream man. 

With a deep breath, she walks to the bar, eyes glued to the floor and desperately avoiding Harry’s eyes until she’s right in front of him. “Hi,” she says.

He takes a sip of his drink, some type of golden whiskey sitting in a crystal glass. His eyes glimmer with familiarity. “Hi.”

“You came,” she says, fingers twisting behind her back. 

“I did.” He flags the bartender down. “Are you drinking anything?” 

“Oh, um… just a strawberry marg.” She smiles to herself– he’s buying her a drink! That must mean something, right? “How much of the show did you see?”

“Just the end. Had to close up shop and all before I came.” 

She nods understandingly. “How, um… What did you think?” Her drink arrives and she takes a long, nervous sip.

“It was good. You were great up there.” 

Her cheeks grow warm and she hopes Harry can’t tell how happy that small comment made her. “Thanks,” she says with a soft smile. 

He takes another sip of his drink, and says nothing more. He’s got an intimidating demeanor, one that makes y/n shrink into herself, and yet she doesn’t want to leave his side. She’s attracted to him, obviously, but also intrigued. His mysterious ways have captured her attention, his quiet personality something y/n wants to unravel.

She coughs dryly, even though her throat doesn’t itch or anything, and awkwardly takes a sip of her drink. She wishes she had something to say to Harry, and wonders if she should just walk away to save herself from this painful silence. 

“Y/n!” One of her bandmates, Benji, somehow hears her prayers and wraps his arms around her shoulder. “Killed it on the keys tonight! So groovy babe, you’re amazing.”

“Thanks Benji,” she mumbles, her face heating at the extravagant attention he’s drawn to them. Harry observes her quietly, not even acknowledging Benji’s presence – just watching her. He takes another long, quiet sip of his drink. 

“This a friend of yours?” Benji asks, nodding towards Harry. His arms are still wrapped around her shoulders, his hands rubbing up and down her arm warmly. She can feel Harry eyeing the contact.

She clears her throat. “Yeah, this is Harry. He tattoos at the shop across the street.”

“Oh, sick! Nice to meet you man.”

Harry tips his drink in acknowledgement, but still says nothing. 

“Listen– me, Ruby, and Char are heading to Nora’s apartment in like, thirty minutes. You wanna come with? You can ride with me.”

Y/n glances at Harry, but he’s looking down at his drink, swirling it softly. The ice clinks in his glass softly, somehow standing out to y/n’s ear despite how loud the bar is. “Um, I’ll let you know, okay? I’ll text.” Benji pats her arm with an affirming nod, and heads back to his table where the rest of their friends are sitting. 

“S’that your boyfriend?” Harry says, finally looking up. His brows are furrowed, as usual, and his green eyes stare at her intensely. 

“Oh, Benji?” she laughs. “No way. He’s dating Nora.”

He hums. “No boyfriend at all, then?” 

She shakes her head softly, “No boyfriend.”

“Good,” he says, setting his glass down. “Would suck if I was trying to hook up with a girl who’s taken.”

Pause. 

 “You– what?” Her heart stutters in her chest, and she forgets how to breathe. “You want… with me?” 

He sets the drink down and stands from his stool, towering over her. Looking at her with those intense, green eyes, he unabashedly glances down at her lips. “What are you doing after this?”

“Um.” Benji’s invitation flashes through the forefront of her mind. Her eyes flicker between his nervously, looking for any signs that he might be messing with her. He’s dead serious. “Nothing.”

“I live just a little bit away. Do you want to come to mine?” 

“To yours? To um– like, you know…” her brain is going haywire and she can’t get a proper sentence out. “Like to… hook up?”

He nods, eyes hard but honest. “Would you want that?”

“Yeah!” She realizes how eager she sounds, and tones it down. “I mean, yes. I’d want that. I would want to go to yours and would like to, um… you know. I would wanna…” She stumbles over her words, struggling to formulate her thoughts into coherent words. She shakes her head and looks at the ground shyly, embarrassed that she can’t get it out.

Harry steps forward, lifts her chin, and gives her a kiss – mostly to shut her up, but also to test the waters, see if the chemistry is there. Her eyes flutter shut, her hands lifting softly with the intention of grabbing onto his arms, but too shy to actually touch him, so they just hang in the air between them. Harry, on the other hand, cups her jaw with the hand that he’d use to tilt her chin upwards, while the other hand rests on her hip. He puckers his lips softly against hers, sucking her bottom lip gently. 

His grip on her hip tightens as they kiss, and she relaxes into his touch. The whirlwind of thoughts disappears in the kiss, the anxiety of trying to speak with him and knowing how and where to touch him vanishes in seconds. Her hands finally feel comfortable enough to touch him, resting gently on his chest, fingers grabbing onto his shirt unconsciously. He pulls away with a soft click. When her eyes gently flutter open, glazed over with puppy-like eagerness, he confirms to himself that the chemistry is definitely there.

“Ready to go, then?”

+++

Harry’s apartment is oddly nothing like y/n expected. 

From his rugged exterior, you’d think his home would be dark and grungy, like himself. But he lives in a cute apartment, quaint and cozy. The building is in a nice area, with an apparently new lock and intercom system that y/n envies (getting into her building is a hassle – her key always gets stuck and she’s always getting calls from people who want the person in room 316. She lives in 318!). He keys them in with a small fob attached to a key chain, and she follows him through the lobby, up the elevator, down the hallway, and into his apartment.

A sweet little white cat with pretty blue eyes sits in front of the door as they walk in. She meows up at Harry, and tangles herself between his legs, her fluffy tail twirling behind her softly. “You don’t mind cats or anything, do you?” Harry asks.

“No, not at all!”

“This is Dandie,” he murmurs. Harry picks the cat up into his arms, his tattooed arms striking against her delicate white fur. “It’s short for dandelion.” 

“How sweet,” y/n coos, stepping forward. She tries to give Dandie a scratch on the head, but the cat flinches her head away, meowing grumpily. Y/n pouts. 

“Takes a while for her to warm up to people,” Harry explains. “Don’t take it personally.” 

He sets Dandie down, letting her prance away as she pleases while he leads y/n further into his apartment. It’s homey and comfortable, clearly lived in. Harry has dark, espresso colored shelves lined with books and little trinkets, souvenirs and little decorations that you’d find in antique shops. A sage green couch with a chunky knit white blanket draped on top sits in the center of his living room, matching the fluffy white rug that lays under his coffee table. A half full mug of tea sits on a coaster on top of the glass table. It faces the wall with a large television attached to it. 

Underneath the television is a short stand that has a record player sitting on top of it– a fancy one, she might add – with built-in shelves that store all of his records. She wanders towards them, straying away from Harry, who’s gone to the kitchen to set out some food for Dandie. There must be a hundred of them, she thinks to herself, most of them old artists that she’s never heard of. 

He startles her when he walks back into the room, snapping her out of her curious exploration of his home. “Put some food out so Dandie won’t bother us,” he says. Y/n nods, looking at Harry shyly. She’s not very well-versed in this whole… one night stand stuff, and doesn’t really know what to do, so she stands there nervously as he comes closer. She knows that the whole reason she’s here is to hook up with Harry, but she has no idea how to initiate it. She’s not some sexy vixen who knows how to seduce a man – she’s a nervous and clumsy girl who doesn’t know where to put her hands when she kisses someone!

It’s a miracle that she’s managed to somehow capture Harry’s attention, despite the fact that she constantly stumbles over her words and barely knows how to act around him. He’s just like… scarily intimidating! 

Lucky for her, he takes the lead and initiates the contact so that y/n can stop wracking her head over how to relieve the tension between them. He stands in front of her and cups a hand under her jaw, his fingers sliding into her hair.  Although his brows are still furrowed, his eyes are somewhat softer as he looks down at her, flickering between her eyes, then down to her lips. 

Did you want to put a record on?” He asks, eyes still fixated on her lips. 

Her breath hitches in her throat, and her tongue darts out to lick her dry lips. “Can I?” she responds gently. 

He gives an affirming hum, his dark eyes darting back up to hers, searching them intently. His pupils have dilated, his bright green irises now a deeper, forest green. “Anything in particular you wanna listen to?”  

“Um…” she pulls away from and bends down to the height of the shelf to look at his selection. She sees Billy Joel, The White Stripes, The Cranberries… all music that she never really listens to. Oldies aren’t necessarily her taste, she’s more of a Taylor Swift gal. The only artist she recognizes is Fleetwood Mac, which he has a whole selection of. She plays it safe and goes with a vinyl of their “Top Hits,” delicately removing the record from the shelf and standing up with it. 

She’s nervous about setting the record up (it seems like Harry’s a big record guy and she doesn’t want to scratch the vinyl or break the spinner or anything like that), so she gives the record to Harry, who stands closely behind her. With his chest pressed to her back, he wraps his arms around her and takes the vinyl out of her hands, easily taking it out of its case and placing it on the spinner. His soft, warm breaths tickle the back of her neck, and she wonders if she imagined the feeling of his lips skimming her shoulder. 

Delicately, he places the needle on the record and it starts spinning, a warm static noise playing before it fades into the strong piano of the first song. His hands now rest on her hips, large and warm and gentle, and this time she knows that she’s not imagining him pressing kisses along her shoulder, and up to her neck. Goosebumps trail down her spine, and she closes her eyes, subtly tilting her head to the side to give him more access. When his kisses reach the base of her neck, he sucks lightly – not enough to leave a permanent mark, but just enough to make her core pulse and the skin there throb.

His hands trail up her sides, twisting her around slowly so that she’s facing him again. She follows him easily, moony eyes staring up at him in anticipation of his next move. 

He finally leans in for a kiss. Y/n reciprocates eagerly, leaning up to kiss him back. Her eyes shut delicately, ready to fully relax into the kiss –  but he pulls away before she has the chance to fully appreciate the way his lips feel against her. 

Her eyes open and she looks up at him with a pout, concerned and a bit scared about why he might’ve pulled away so soon. He grabs her hands, which had been awkwardly hanging by her sides, and wraps them around his shoulders. 

She feels much more comfortable this way, relieved that Harry has taken the burden of figuring out what to do with her hands away from her. Then he leans down to kiss her again, and she lets him take control.

His blunt, black painted fingernails scratch softly against her scalp as his fingers curl in her hair, holding her steady so that he can kiss her as he pleases. His other hand holds onto her waist, palm resting over her clothes while his thumb sneaks under her shirt to tenderly tease her warm skin. Her stomach jolts at his light touch. Their lips fold over each other perfectly, linking and unlinking in a slow, sultry, continuous kiss. She doesn’t realize that she’s craning her neck upwards trying to get closer and closer to him as they kiss, or that her fingers are unconsciously gripping onto the back of his shirt.

Harry takes a step forward, never breaking their kiss, inching y/n backwards until she’s pressed against the wall. The hand that had been cradling her jaw slides down her neck, then over her shoulder, then presses against the wall to support his weight as he leans over her. His neck bends downwards to reach y/n’s lips so that she doesn’t have to keep getting up on her tippy toes. With a hand on her lower back, he presses her against him, her back arching so that her stomach is pressed against his firm abdomen. 

Although the sexual tension between Harry and y/n had been there since the moment they kissed in the bar, it had been a bit muted. Her anxiety over not embarrassing herself and figuring out how to initiate anything with him had muffled any of her desires, and distracted her from noticing the way Harry was eyeing her hungrily. Now that they’re kissing though, with their bodies pressed together and their hands roaming over each other, the tension is bursting. Y/n feels the heat in her core spreading all over her body, a desperate whimper growing in her chest and spilling out into Harry’s mouth. 

Here she was, kissing the hot tattoo artist that she’d been dreaming about all week, with his firm chest pressed against hers, his thick fingers tangled in her hair, and his pretty pink lips on her mouth. It made her head spin with excitement. She’s no longer embarrassed in communicating her eagerness, whimpering and pressing herself into him even more. 

Harry untangles his lips from hers and buries his face into her neck, kissing her there. She arches her head backwards, letting it knock against the wall to bare the skin of her throat to him. Her fingers untangle from the back of his shirt, only to tangle into his hair, long curly tendrils that she softly grasps as he kisses and sucks at the thin skin of her throat. Harry’s lips are soft and skilled, suckling gently at her most tender spots and breathing warm air over them to make her shiver. She moans softly, and not so subtly presses her hips into his center.

His hands roam her body, going from holding onto her hips, to grazing her ribs, then back down to skim over her ass. His palms feel warm, burning her skin through her clothes as he grips her thighs and lifts her into the air. With his hand under her thighs, her legs wrapped around his waist, and his hips pressing her into the wall, he somehow effortlessly picked her up.

The firm bulge confined in his black jeans presses deliciously against her soft heat, and she rolls her hips forward. With her fingers tangled in his roots, she guides his face back to hers so that she can start kissing him once more, feel his soft lips slick against hers and his warm breath against her face. 

In a spur of the moment decision, Harry tightens his grip on her thighs and pulls her off the wall, carrying her over to the green couch in the center of the room. Laying her down gently, he  breaks their kiss to kneel down on the floor next to her. She props herself up on her elbows and stares down at him with lust-blown eyes and swollen lips, breathing heavily as he teases the button of her denim jeans. 

“Off?” he asks, and she nods eagerly, letting him unbutton, unzip, and undress her without hesitation. She’s left in her plain underwear, which he also peels off, leaving him face to face with her soft folds. His hands find her knees, and she watches him spread her legs open, her pretty pussy blooming like a spring flower.

Harry bites his lip, eyes unblinking and fixated on her center as he inches closer and closer. When she feels his warm breath against her center, she shudders, a warm rush spreading from her core, all the way up her spine. Her breathing visibility quickens, chest rising and falling noticeably enough for Harry to finally look away from her pussy and flicker his eyes up to her. 

“Alright?” he murmurs, warm hands resting soothingly on her thighs. He’s a man of few words, yet he still manages to check in with her.

“Yeah,” she breathes shakily. 

Without saying anything else, he leans in and licks a bold stripe up her center. His tongue dips between her folds, spit mixing with the slick that had gathered there since he first kissed her at the bar. She whines and bucks her hips upwards as soon as he makes contact with her, shutting her eyes when he starts to swirl his tongue round her clit. He makes no noise, face stoic save for the furrow in his brow showing his sheer concentration. 

Pink lips wrap around her clit, sucking lightly and sending a shock throughout her entire body. When she wriggles around, he holds her hips still, his thick fingers pressing firmly into her plushy skin. Her hand shoots down to grip at the edge of his couch, holding herself steady as quiet whimpers escape her throat. She doesn’t want to embarrass herself by moaning obnoxiously, biting her lips to keep her noises in, but Harry’s making it really hard for her with the way he’s sucking her clit. 

When he slides a finger into her pussy, any shame or embarrassment flies out the window. A loud cry escapes her, and she feels herself practically sucking his finger in, eager to finally have something penetrating her. Harry pulls off her clit with a pop and watches his finger disappear into her heat, biting his lip at how warm and tight she feels. He nearly groans out imagining how amazing she’d feel wrapped around his cock. 

Slipping another finger in next to the first, he curls his fingers up and searches for that plushy spot on her front wall. Honestly, just having his fingers inside of her is enough to have her squirming, but when he finds her special spot, she feels her fingers go numb and her lip nearly bursts from how hard she bites down on it. 

He smiles to himself when she clenches around his fingers, a subtle confirmation that he’d indeed found her g-spot and was rubbing his fingers against it in the right way. And if she’s being honest… that smile alone could’ve made her cum. A self assured, cocky smirk, with a dimple piercing his cheek and a smug glimmer in his eye. It makes her head spin, having someone so attractive sitting between her thighs. 

When he leans back down to suck her clit, combined with the feeling of his fingers curling into that plushy spot, a familiar ringing starts in her ears. Before she knows it, she’s cumming around Harry’s fingers, clenching and whining and throwing her head back as pleasure overtakes her body.

It’d been so long since she’d come at the hands of someone other than herself, nevertheless someone as good as Harry. She’d given up on hookup culture and one night stands long ago, opting for her trusty Urban Outfitters vibrator over fake orgasms, and had nearly forgotten how good it felt letting someone else do all the work. How nice it felt to have broad hands skimming over your legs as you cum, or having someone’s lips teasing your skin as you come down from your high. 

Her heart beats sporadically as she calms down, regaining her vision and blinking open her eyes to see Harry kissing her inner thighs. His fingers slip out of her pussy gently, slicked in a glossy layer of her cum, which he licks off casually. Y/n nearly cums again just from seeing that. 

He pushes himself up from the ground to stand. “Up for more?” he asks, pressing down on the bulge in his jeans. Nodding, she sits up on the couch so that she’s face to face with his cock, and undoes the button of his tight, black jeans. She yanks them down to his knees, revealing a pair of black Calvin Kleins, and a large tiger tattoo on his thigh. Momentarily, she gets distracted, tracing the sharp inked teeth of the tiger, feeling the firm muscle of his thigh. But then he palms himself through his briefs, and she remembers the mission she’s on. 

Pulling those down as well, his cock bobs up in front of her face, pink and ruddy tip hypnotizing her as it sways up and down, finally free of its confines. She’s ready to return the favor, licking her lips and eager to get her lips around his cock – not only because she feels obligated to suck him off since he ate her out, but also because his cock is pretty. It’s thick and hard, with veins running up the sides, and he looks clean and well groomed. Her mouth waters, and she wants him in her mouth. But, before she can even lick the tip, he wraps his own fist around it, tilting it away from her mouth. 

Her eyes flicker up from his cock to his face, an upset furrow in her brow, but Harry disregards it. “How do you want it?” he asks instead, too impatient to get sucked off. He’s been dreaming of her warm cunt ever since she came around his fingers.

She says nothing, instead grabbing his hips and pulling him down to sit next to her on the couch. His cock bobs heavily between the two of them as she straddles him, her knees encasing his thick, muscled thighs. “Um… do you– condom?” she asks breathlessly. He wriggles a hand into the back pocket of his pants, which hang around his knees carelessly, and pops a trojan out. 

Ripping the foil with his teeth, he sheaths it onto his cock in less than a minute. Y/n lifts herself up on her knees, lines him up with her pussy, and sinks down gently. With her on top, she sets a slow, easy pace for herself, taking her time as she presses down. He fills her up, inch by inch, stretching her to the brim, and she loves it.

Harry spreads his arms on the back of the couch, casually watching as she lowers himself on his cock. She’s warm and wet and so fucking tight… he throws his head back in ecstacy, relieved to finally have his cock snugly inside of her. Her hands reach backwards to hold onto his knees, lifting herself up and down, angling in a way so that his cockhead rubs against her g-spot everytime she grinds down. 

With his lip between his teeth, his bright green eyes stare as she starts bouncing faster. He reaches a hand out to hold onto her hip, his palm smoothing over her soft skin and guiding her as she lifts herself on his cock. He makes no noises, but he breathes deeply through his nose and watches her with lust-blown pupils, eyelids heavy as if he were drunk. 

Y/n on the other hand, whimpers with every swivel of her hips, cheeks flushed and chest bursting. She’s doing her damn best but being on top is hard! The burning in her thighs is lowkey making her regret climbing onto his lap instead of letting him have his way with her, but just as she’s about to start cramping up, Harry’s other hand leaves the couch to grip her hip. With both hands burning on her hipbones, he helps her bounce up and down on his cock.

She relaxes now, his strong hands helping her immensely and letting her start focusing on the burning orgasm bubbling in the pit of her stomach. She falls forward, wrapping her arms around his shoulders and pressing her chest against his, whining into his ear when his cockhead kisses her g-spot each time he pulls her down. He grunts quietly when her fingernails dig into the muscles of his shoulders, and whispers a quiet praise in her ear. 

“Yeah, that’s good,” he murmurs with a low voice – that sends her over the edge. She clenches around his thick length, squeezing her thighs tightly around his hips as she lets out a choked moan, a quiet ohmygod escaping her through her orgasm.

She flutters around his cock the same way she’d done around his fingers and his vision goes white, throwing his head back on the couch and letting his eyes blink shut in bliss. A lazy smile overtakes his face as her pussy milks his cock, and he releases in long warm spurts into the condom. 

She breathes heavily in his lap, arms wrapped around his neck and holding on for dear life, while Harry sits there casually, blissed out and fully content. His hands rub over the skin of her bare thighs gently, thumbs tracing soft circles as her shaky breaths start to even out. She pulls her face out of his neck, and looks down at him with blown out eyes and hot cheeks.

“Good?” he asks with a cocky smirk, the cutest dimple in his cheek.

She nods breathlessly, fluttering her eyes unbelievingly. “Wow,” is all she can say. Harry chuckles cutely.

He’s still fitted snugly inside of her, so she lifts herself off his cock, hissing at the feeling of being empty after he filled her up so well. Harry takes the sloppy condom off of his prick and ties it off, standing up when y/n shuffles off of his lap to throw it out in the kitchen.

When he walks back in, cock bare and swinging about, y/n is getting herself dressed and ready to go. If there’s anything she hates more than the awkwardness that comes before hooking up with someone for the first time, it’s the awkwardness that comes after you actually have sex. She always felt insecure, extra vulnerable, and a little bit nervous… and she never knew what to do with herself. So even though she could really go for a cuddle or something right now, she gets herself dressed and ready to head home. That’s what you do after a one night stand, right? 

Harry seems a lot more… relaxed than she’d expected, though. She was worried he’d be rushing her out of his house, ordering her a taxi and getting dressed as soon as they were done. But no, he casually slides his black Calvin Kleins up his legs, kicking his black jeans onto the floor with no second thought. He sits himself on the couch, and opens up a water bottle. 

“Brought you some water,” he says casually, nodding towards the bottle he’d brought from the kitchen after he’d thrown the condom out. 

“...thanks,” she says, picking up the water and cautiously sitting back down next to him. She cracks the seal open and takes a small sip. Harry chugs half the bottle down, then throws it onto the coffee table. 

“Whereabouts do you live?” he then asks, throwing an arm on the back of the couch.

“Um… about 10 minutes from the tattoo shop. East side of town, in the apartment complex near the port.”

“Oh so you’re not too far,” he murmurs thoughtfully, and she shakes her head in confirmation. “That’s perfect.” He searches around himself for a minute before he finds his phone, face down on the side table, and passes it to y/n. “Why don’t you put your number in then, and we can do this again?” 

She grabs his phone a bit dazed, “you wanna hook up again?”

“Err, yeah?” he says dumbly. “Only if you want to, though.”

Her heart flutters giddily – so this wasn’t goodbye! She’s really winning the jackpot, and she wonders what she’s done to get this much good karma. First she got to hook up with the hot tattoo artist, and now he wants to turn it into a fling? “Yeah… yeah sounds good.” 

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THE REST OF TATTOORRY IS PATREON EXCLUSIVE!!! PART TWO IS ALREADY OUT ON PATREON!!!!! THANK U FOR READING!!! 

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[hellavile]

TENNESSEE WHISKEY ☆ reiner braun.

☆. warnings — drabble, fluff, drinking, country music, reiner’s lovesick, readers infatuated, slow dancing, making out, going back to reiner’s after to bang. this is nothing special just a random thought.

listening to tennessee whiskey got me thinking about construction worker!reiner who spends this weekend attending a friends concert at the infamous devil’s tavern. he’s got on a white tshirt, light blue washed jeans that are a bit raggedy from being years old. and rugged brown leather boots adorned on his big feet. blonde hair messy from running his hands through it from anxiety. this is their first getup and he could feel his palms sweating. he knew how excited they were for this gig, they’ve been talking about it all week at work on the site they were fixing up. reiner’s sitting at the bar, sipping on a glass of whiskey and bopping his head slowly to the music playing from the other band on stage at the moment.

“what’s got you all sweatin’?” a soft voice pulls him from his thoughts, turning to his left to see a pretty young girl sitting on the stool beside him. glowing brown skin, auburn curly hair that grazed her collarbones, and warm, cat-eye shaped brown eyes. he feels the wind knock out of his lungs, throat going dry. you’re wearing a red and black checkered button down that’s tied to your front above your belly button and it’s butterfly piercing. so much skin exposed he feels naughty just glancing. black shorts hugging your thighs, and a pair of beat up converses. you have a few strands of hair tucked behind both sides of your ears where an array of piercings lay.

you raise a brow at the man’s lingering eyes. “you deaf or sum?”

your smile is pretty, like the moon shining in the sky above the old ranch his father has. reiner clears his throat. “sorry, jus’ got distracted.”

“i’m pretty, aren’t i?” your entire face raises as you smile and coo at him. reiner’s eyes nearly abandon his sockets.

“yeah, i-i guess,” he’s holding onto his glass dripping condensation with both hands, swallowing it from how big his veiny hands were. “change the subject, ma’am.”

“oo, manners. but you never answered my question, hun.” your elbows are leaning against the wood of the bar line, kicking at the ground softly, inching your face closer to his room hear him better. he swears he’s gonna pass out. he’s never met a woman so beautiful like you in his lifetime. the man’s only thirty-two but still.

hazel eyes meet yours as the pink on his soft lips part to speak. he smells nice, you think. looks even nicer. “my friends are playing tonight. they should be on in a few minutes. it’s their first gig.”

“mmm, are they any good?” you take a swig of your beer. he almost looks bewildered when you ask that. you shrug innocently, “what? is that wrong of me to ask?”

“they’re fuckin’ astounding,” reiner corrects you, sounding like a fanboy who’s diehard for his favorite band. think he’s a little tipsy. he hears how he comes off, and the scoff leaving you and immediately goes to apologize. “sorry, sorry. that was rude. i meant that they’re. . . good.”

“nah, you said astounding. stick to that,” you laugh, tilting your head to the side. “i like you. you seem very protective of your friends and their passion.”

then it’s his turn to laugh. “thanks. they’ve been up my ass about showing up tonight so i made a promise that i would. i’ve been in a little drought lately.”

“how come?”

reiner goes silent, staring off into space. the sudden announcement of his friends’ band causes the big, beefy man to sit up straight, a wide smile on his face. his eyes lit up like he’s just won a million dollars, shocking overtaking you as he yells ‘c’mon” over the loud music, grabbing your hand gently and pulling you with him to push past the crowd and make it to the front row. this man you met only a few minutes ago having your heart in the palm of his hand that still interlocked with yours. you felt small under his touch, safe, protected. it’s like going to a concert with a first date. adoring as he jammed out to the mellow, country music, switching to indie tunes. the bands versatility fitting your music taste well.

reiner felt like he was in a dream. squeezing a pretty girls hand as he jams out to his favorite music. feeling free, feeling happy. it’s been a while since he’s felt happy. his friends performed five songs, the last two being covers to famous artists. one of them being tennessee whiskey by chris stapleton. he took this opportunity to dance with you, slow dancing to the tune and smiling into each other’s faces. kissing not long after. your full lips gliding with his own delicately, tasting the strawberry chapstick in your lips. moaning into his mouth and pulling him closer, if that was remotely possible. as the crowd cheered around you two, empty in your heads, you continue to kiss. reiner applauding for his friends mentally. they’re watching with glee for their friend, going to mention it later on.

not long after were you making out against the fluffy sheets of his comforter, wrapping your legs around his waist as you hug him close to you. reiner kissing your neck while making love to you under that same moonlight he saw in your smile.

© 𝖍𝖊𝖑𝖑𝖆𝖛𝖎𝖑𝖊. please do not repost, steal, or modify my work simply because it is mine. stealing isn't cute. i'll ruin your life ♡

#☆. hellavile. #reiner braun x reader #reiner drabble #reiner x you #reiner x black reader #reiner fluff #reiner braun fluff #reiner x y/n #reiner snk #snk fluff #aot reiner #aot fluff

[razzafrazzle]

zomg...

[image description: a waist-up drawing of a dark-skinned, chubby woman with blonde and light purple pigtails. she is wearing a light purple cropped tube top, dark purple jeans with a light purple thong underneath, and silver butterfly-shaped earrings with a matching belly-button piercing. she is holding a light purple flip-phone and talking to the viewer, with a textbox next to her with "zomg" written in it. the background is hot pink with a subtle heart pattern. end id]

#been stressed and tired lately so i had to do. something. to break myself out of this funk a bit #so i drew this gal thats been rattling around in my brain for the last week or so #wanna draw more early 2000s fashion. its v fun :o] #oh its 2 am. whoops #didnt even notice. #doc talks #my art #eyestrain #ask to tag

[angelkissiies]

teenage dream

ellie williams x reader

cw : fluff, suggestive content at the end !

a/n : this has been sitting for awhile ,, but i really think the idea is cute so if it’s dumb pls just be nice, i had the idea while looking around in spencers and seeing a little dino piercing jewelry.🙏🏻 also this gif is so funny to me.

wc : 1.3k

“C’mon, It doesn’t even hurt that bad. Just one time, please? It’ll be so cute, I promise.” Dina’s voice begged as you stood idly by the door, shying away from the idea of the girl getting anywhere near you with a needle. It had been a week since she’d found the kit, tucked comfortably under a bed in an old apartment the two of you had scouted. Hence it had also been a week since you’d gotten any peace and quiet about the situation. She’d convinced almost everyone to get a piercing (or two in Ellie’s case) and you were the last of her victims, all she had to do was convince you. 

Dina already had the kit out on her desk, needles, and jewelry packaged up in plastic awaiting to be of use. Her hands glided over the different piercing jewelry, moving them to be in piles of likeness. “I think you’d look really nice with a nose piercing! Oh, or maybe a tongue piercing!” She gushed, eyes lingering on your face as she debated more ways to get you on board. 

“I don’t know, Dina. I’m not sure if I want to have metal in my face, at least right now. You know how Joel is, he’s still upset about Ellie’s.. what did you call them?” You paused, looking over to the girl as you shifted from foot to foot.

She smiled, shrugging. “Snake bites, and who cares? It’s your body, but also you don’t have to get one on your face. There are also body piercings.” She explained, grabbing a folded paper from the top of the box, and unfolding it to display a dozen small diagrams of different body piercing placements. “See? You could totally get a navel piercing or something, Joel would never know.” 

“Navel piercing? My belly button?” You asked, lifting your shirt gingerly to glance at the thing before looking back over to Dina. As much as you didn’t want to get in trouble with Joel because you already knew he would find out off the bat due to Dina’s rambling, it peaked your attention, to say the least. 

Dina nodded gingerly, moving to pick up the jewelry options for the navel, whilst there weren't many- and most weren’t meant to be worn until healed, she displayed the options before you on the surface of her desk. “It would look really cute, I mean look at these options. Butterfly, heart-shaped, pink di-,” She paused, hand lingering over the last one as she pushed it towards you. 

As you picked it up you realized why she had reacted in such a way. It was a pink dinosaur on a plastic piercing. It aroused a giggle to fall from your lips, thinking of the people who would’ve worn something like this in the old world. “This is so fucking cute, Ellie would love it.” You stated, turning it in your fingers as you fought internally over whether to trust Dina with a needle or pass up the opportunity to surprise Ellie with something so comically small (but you knew she’d love.) 

“Soooo?” She drew out, hands clasped together in a pleading manner over her chest. “Is this a yes?” 

Why the fuck not? 

“Yes, okay. I’ll do it.” You agreed, shrugging off your jacket. “Don’t fuck it up though, okay?” 

“Sir yes sir.” 

╰╮later 

God, piercings were a pain in your ass. It had stayed sore for the first couple of days and now, it had calmed down enough to show to your girl- but she’d been called early that morning for a double on patrol and as much as you hated the fact, it gave you a reasonable amount of time to get ready to see her when she came home. 

“Fuck, how did they even use these?” You cursed, battling with the curling wand you held like a weapon. It had already given you a couple of mild burns before you called it quits, slamming it down on the counter angrily as you peered in the mirror. You’d somehow managed to curl most of it before giving up ultimately. At least it looked presentable, right?  

You wandered through the house, touching up tiny details of cleaning you’d missed. If anyone saw you right now, you’d look absolutely insane. Dressed in the slip Ellie loved so much, hair curled, hell you were even wearing a little makeup. In the apocalypse nonetheless, you were a crazy person, no fighting the label now as you wasted what some outside of Jackson would consider ‘valuable resources’ on your menial attempt at surprising your girlfriend. 

The sound of the doorknob caught your attention, shocking you into movement as you took your place on the arm of the couch- leaning against it so you’d be the first thing she’d see when she came in. Your heart began to pick up the pace, nervous with anticipation. What if she didn’t like it? What if she was upset that you didn’t tell her? 

“Babe?” Ellie called out, turning to close and lock the door as she came in just missing the sight of you by a couple seconds. 

You stifled a nervous giggle, quietly responding. “Over here, honey.” 

The woman turned on her heel, mouth already uptick in a small smile before she realized just what she was looking at. She halted in awe, taking in the sight of you. It was always so flattering when Ellie noticed the little things, like how the slip draped over your frame just right or how you’d used the tinted chapstick to give your lips a rosy hue. That’s how she showed she cared, by noticing the little details that perhaps even you didn’t realize. 

“Oh, my god.” She breathed, dropping her bag on the floor next to the door before moving into the living room gingerly. “What’s the occasion, babe?” It wasn’t your anniversary or her birthday, so her mind was spinning with ways to account for the absolutely delicious sight of you. 

You shrugged, “Oh nothing, just wanted to surprise you.” Lying directly through your teeth you checked the first box off of your list, heading directly for the second. Distract and seduce, easy enough, right? 

Ellie took half a second to come inches before you, hands automatically gravitating towards your waist, feeling the soft silk under her calloused hands. She sighed in delight, eyes skimming down your body before she landed in a tiny bulge pressing the fabric forward. That was definitely not there before, right? She knew your body, every curve and ridge from years of exploration and this was definitely new. “What’s this?” She asked, tilting her head in confusion as she pulled at the slip gently, coaxing it up towards your thighs. 

You giggled, pulling your lip between your teeth as you nodded at her to continue searching. You felt beyond giddy, anticipating that little face she made when she got excited. You felt like a little kid again, sharing a secret with a friend. 

She got the fabric bunched in her hands, finally pulling it over your navel before she gasped- her mouth falling into an ‘o’ shape as she gawked at the tiny piece of jewelry in your tummy. “Oh my god! No way!” She choked out, a hand immediately going to toy with it before she halted her actions- remembering Dina’s incredibly strict set of rules about piercings. “It's so cute, why didn’t you tell me?” 

“And ruin the surprise? No way!” You smiled, eyes grazing over her blushed cheeks as she kept staring at the jewelry in awe. God, you loved her. “Seeing you all surprised was so worth it.” 

“You’re such a dream.” Ellie sighed, letting the slip fall back down to its original length, dipping down to press a gentle kiss to your lips. She absolutely couldn't imagine a better surprise, though at this second she was thinking of a few surprises she could give you- looking so delectable she couldn’t help herself, deepening the kiss as you felt the balls of her piercing press into the warm skin of your bottom lip. “Let me show you how much I love it.” 

“I’m listening..”

#ellie williams #ellie miller #ellie williams x y/n #ellie williams x you #ellie williams x reader #ellie williams smut #ellie williams hbo #tlou #tlou2 #the last of us part 2 #hbo the last of us #the last of us 2 #the last of us #jackson ellie williams #x reader #tlou part 2 #misc #fluff #ellie williams fluff

[obligatedart]

At the Edge of Ruin, Chapter 1:

A little gap in the crowd forms close to Steve, and Eddie gasps as his whole body suddenly comes into view. Steve is wearing insanely tight, light-washed jeans, sitting low on his hips and hugging his perfect ass like there is no tomorrow. That, however, isn’t much different from what he used to wear when they knew each other. What is different is the pink crop top he has paired it with. It clings sinfully to his well-defined torso, and the cherry on top is the heart-shaped cut-out, showing off a shaved chest.

“Holy fuck” Eddie mumbles to himself and downs the entire beer in three large gulps and turns around to the bartender again.

“Another one of these, and two shots of hard liquor, please. Any kind will do”

The bartender nods and quickly lines two small glasses in front of Eddie, filling them with a clear liquid. Eddie bites them both off immediately, needing every bit of liquid courage. The alcohol burns his throat and makes him scrunch up his nose momentarily. Tequila. His least favorite. He rinses the foul taste with his new beer and starts to slowly move closer to the dancefloor. He’s not quite ready to announce his presence, so he leans on a pillar just outside the colorful flashing lights of the dancefloor, and just observes.

Now that he’s closer, he can see that the lights catch on Steve from certain angles. There’s a thick dusting of glitter makeup on his cheekbones, and in his ears, Eddie counts several earrings and piercings; rhinestones and gold rings flashing as they dangle when he dances. There’s another flash from his belt buckle and — oh god – Eddie feels like someone punched him in the gut. Steve motherfucking Harrington has a belly button piercing. An obnoxiously sparkly butterfly piercing lay over his ridiculously toned stomach, drawing the attention to his abs, glistening with glitter and sweat, contracting and dancing under his taunt skin as his body moves to the music.

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[myers-meadow]

The Grabber/Al x male reader: Knife Collection

Title: Knife Collection

Summary: After getting to know Al a little, you come to the topic of knifes. He offers to show you his collection, and perhaps, a few tricks ;).

Warnings: mild sexual content, mild knifeplay, unnegociated stuff.

Wordcount: 1151

Divider by firefly-graphics.

I really wanted to try something different with Al, where reader isn't a victim. Wrote this for @fuckerofevilmen - hope you enjoy! Reblogging helps a lot <3.

He was clueless. Despite you adoring him since the moment the two of you met, he could be so terribly infuriatingly clueless. Here he stood, in front of you, talking about his knife collection of all things. Samson waiting patiently beside his legs. You could hear your heart beating in your ears every time something in his mannerisms, in the way he addressed you, brought on a little sizzling spark. Truth be told, you were barely listening, watching his hands instead, as he drew shapes in the air, measured the different types of knifes out in the air with his gorgeous, calloused hands, talking about the curve of the blade, the different types of handles...

Then your dog tugs at her leesh, snapping you from your thoughts and the moment is gone.

“I wouldn’t wanna keep you,” he says, smiling woefully, not used to such a devoted audience, “with all my talk of knives.”

Your dry mouth speaks before you can think twice, “No, no, it’s really interesting actually. Would you show them to me sometime?”

Albert’s eyes lit up, and he grinned, nodded and promised to even let you handle them.

.

And handle them you did. In his dim garage, with only a bad overhead light turned on – he managed to still look handsome somehow – he laid out his collection on a square of black velvet. With the third knife, he shook out his jitters, and did that trick: stabbing the point of the knife between each finger as fast as he could. You hoped he was trying to impress you. It was working. His grin when he stopped and returned the knife to the table gently betrayed as much.

Some of the decorated handles glowed in the light, Al’s taste was clear. The decorations may hide that they were made for a violent purpose, but as you run your finger over one of the blades, you could tell he kept them sharp.

“This was my first one, can you tell?” he was bashful at times, about talking this much. His face was unpainted, he must’ve not had a gig that day. He held the knife out by the tip, so you could take the handle. It was lighter than you expected, and warm from his touch.

You nodded, looking closely at it. “It looks like the one my dad gave to me when I turned 14. An old one of his, for hunting.”

He smiled. “Yeah. It’s my favourite. Just thinking of when I got it makes me feel old.”

You both laugh. His age was something you almost dared forget, as you were mid-20s yourself, he’s almost double your age, but still – your crush persisted. Then the mood changed. He was keen on that, doing unexpected things to have the upper hand. The way he looked at you was different, he seized you up.

“Can you do a trick?” he asked.

You shook your head. “Never went well for me.” And as a cheeky afterthought: “I will if you teach me one.”

“Something exciting?”

“Yeah, anything.” You found yourself no longer holding the knife, it was put back neatly on the velvet. A new knife, glinting even in the dull light, is in his hand, pointed at you.

“Then there’s this we can try…” his voice low, so low, different, almost a growl. You’d never seen him like this, something dark in his eyes. “Do you trust me?”

It was a good question. Before you could answer, he had the tip of the knife against your midriff. No pressure. Not yet at least. You raised your eyebrows in silent question, lips parting with unsaid words. He dragged it up, a little, and then down, stopping at your belly button. His blue eyes seemed to pierce right through you.

“I noticed something,” he starts. Was he this close before? His breath hit your face as you stared up at him. “Every time I walk Samson, you’re there. Were you waiting for me at the corner of the street? And I don’t think you’re doing it for the dog.”

You gulped, the knife pressed against your stomach. His closeness, his blue eyes, the way he looks at you… Your shallow breaths made you lightheaded. Al tugged at your trousers, undoing the button and zipper as you stood there, uselessly, and the knife glinted in the ugly overhead light.

“What are you doing?”

He cocked an eyebrow, satisfied with your breathlessness. “Isn’t this what you’ve been dreaming of?”

As you shook your head, the tip of the knife found skin and dug, a little – a warning. The knife slipped under the waistband of your boxers, cold but warming quick. He helped you out of the layers and hummed, pleased,  at seeing you already half-hard. Al’s voice lowered to a whisper as he took your cock in his large hand and squeezed.

“Good to see I was right… I’ve always had the impression you were such a good boy. Are you?” he trails the knife up and down your dick, then teasing the sensitive spot on the underside with the hilt, making it jump. “Hm, well?”

Another gasp as he teases you again, but you get the words out. “Yes.”

“I guess we’ll see.” And he strokes you for real, letting a blob of spit fall onto his hand as he moves it up and down. The pressure was just barely enough and you found yourself bucking into his hand for more.

“Aren’t you a greedy one?” but Al clearly smiled. Shaky breaths turned into shaky moans as his grip grows firm and the pace increases. The building tension in your lower abdomen grew tighter and you grip his arm to steady yourself. He tsk’ed, saying something that barely reached you anymore as you floated high. Al murmured soft praises as he jerked you off, pace increasing just right. He enjoyed hearing you gasp out his name as you came. Cum shot over his hand, his shirt and the furthest ropes of cum hit the table. He chuckled softly as he stroked you until you grew soft, then raised his hand to his lips to lick of some of the cum. Slowly your breath returned to normal, and the fuzziness of the relief of orgasm settled over you, making your eyelids heavy.

“How was that? I think I’m right, aren’t I? Someone has a little crush.” That wasn’t all, however, as he reached back for the knife, with it, he scraped some of the cum on the table and brought it to your face. “You’ve made such a mess.”

Instead of answering, you obediently stuck out your tongue and let him press the cold and sticky steel to it. Al’s gaze fixated on your lips as you cleaned the blade carefully.

“Perhaps I should show you my knife collection next time,” you said, tugging at the belt loop of his corduroy trousers.

#the grabber x reader #grabber x reader #the grabber x male reader #slasher x reader #albert shaw x reader #the black phone #albert shaw x male reader #grabber x male reader #slasher x male reader

[cha0s-boyy]

[ID: 1. a cartoony digital halfbody of an anthro snake with long, human-like hair. he is mostly lime green with yellow ventral scales and red eyes. his hair is straight and black, with a middle part. his fangs stick out of his mouth, and his tongue is out. he is wearing a spiked collar. he is smiling and has half-lidded eyes. 2. an anthro sparkledog character from the hips up. she has black, pink, and white fur, with a notable star-shaped pink marking on her upper chest. she is thin, with pointy ears, a fluffy tail, and an average bust. she has human-like long hair, done in a spiky scene style, that is mostly black, with sections of pink and black and white stripes in the bangs. she has several ear piercings, a septum piercing, and a belly-button piercing. she has pink eyes with many eyelashes, and she is smiling. 3. a thighs-up piece of an anthro feline angel character. they have white fur, violet wings, and instead of a regular cat face, they have a text smiley emoticon. they are leaning forward, with their arms in front of them, tail wrapped in front of their legs, wings slightly open, and head faced to the camera. the background is a textured purple gradient, going from dark at the top to light at the bottom. 4. the same image as the last one, but withour a background. 5. a feral sparkledog. she has mostly white fur with a rainbow gradient tail and hair. she has a pale cyan chest and belly, X'es on her cheeks, ears, and forelegs, stripes on one hind leg, hearts and spots on the other hind leg, ear tips, and toes. she also has hot pink and yellow hearts and spots on the one hind leg. she is wearing spiked collars on her neck and tail, one fishnet glove, and two striped armwarmers, one black and white and one black and pale cyan. she is grinning with her eyes closed, her head turned to face back behind her, and her striped hindleg raised up and back almost as if she is kicking. 6. a brown-furred feral animal with a cyan owl-like face mask. it has a squat body, a long tapered tail with rings around it, a thickly furred neck and head, and short triangular ears. it is standing in profile but its face is turned toward the camera. 7. a protogen (an anthropomorphic cyborg species), from the waist up. the character has blue-gray fur with a retro-style white antenna/receiver on the side of his head. he is wearing a white hoodie with the windows 95 logo on it, and a yellow back pack. his face is an RGB screen, mostly black except for cyan eyes and mouth. 8. an anthro dragon character in profile from the waist up. she has teal fur with a lighter undercoat, purple eyes, and human-like purple-y pink hair with straight-cut bangs and low pigtail buns. she has two horns on her forehead, a nose ring, an industrial bar piercing, and is wearing a black shirt with dark gray overalls. she is smiling. 9. a headshot of a fox/eastern dragon hybrid. he is mostly foxlike in appearance, with dragon whiskers. his head is white, his neck, ears, and eyes are green, and his hair and ear tips are red. he has tunnels in his ears. he is smiling with his tongue out. /end ID]

yeah finally posting. still got hella artfight backlog.

#chaos!! #chaos art!! #furry #furry art #sparkledog #artfight #artfight 2023 #art #digital art #digital drawing #furry artwork #anthro #anthro art #anthropomorphic #sfw furry #sfw furry art #sfw anthro #sparkleanimal #sparklefurry #sparklefur #safe fur work #furrycore #scenedog #scaley art #scalie art

[wishmaster]

Wrong You

I was at a leather pride party dressed up like a football player by request when a mysterious young woman walked over. Are you Louis Reed? she asked. Yes I replied, This is for you you asshole, she kissed me on the cheek.

I could feel power emanating from the kiss that spread across my whole body, first my face and head reshaped, my beard disappeared and my hair began to grow long and lighter. My eyes changed color and my nose shrunk becoming almost button shaped, my lips grew on the other hand becoming full and plump and covered in lipstick. the power moved down my body transforming my hulking form into a more petite young frame, man pecs became rather large breasts a the top part of my costume fell apart. my abs shrunk, a piercing appeared in my belly button. My hips flared out and my ass grew firm and heart shaped, I felt my dick ejaculate one last time before it became repurposed into a tight and highly sensitive pussy. my legs thinned and the rest of my body hair disappeared my feet became smaller and my body sexier all over. I sneezed, my voice adjusted itself as did my clothing. Until a sexy young woman had replaced me.

What the hell Jeanie, That's not him, You know there can be more than one Louis Reed, You really need to check honey or else you'll keep missing the mark. An older woman walked in with he girl who turned me. We need the right guy. She came over to me, touched me on the ass and said, It's ok sweety, you'll be ok. And with those words I was my whole life before this moment was gone. I was Lysa Reed 20 something young model and Leather and man meat lover. My boyfriend walked over

and grabbed me by the ass as the entire party had changed to fix the Genie in trainings mess. It had become a Leather Frat party full of tons of beautiful people in leather. My boyfriend pulled me into a nearby room and fucked my fine ass. The world had adjusted as the genies were off to try and find that womanizing Asshole Louis Reed, no matter how many lives they changed along the way.

#body transformation #male transformation #gender swap

[h1ccu9]

Scarab character profile‼️‼️‼️

(This is all based on them being the reader in @charliemwrites SpecGru (this is also a self insert))

Name:Amanda “Scarab” Buckley

Alias/nicknames: Scarab, Ladybug, Andi, Mandi, Dromeda

Age: 27

Gender and pronouns: AFAB She/They

Surviving Family members: adoptive uncle

Physical description:

About 5’5” about 175lbs. She’s very muscular and has pretty thick thighs, never skips leg day. Their hair is layered and stops about the middle of her back. It’s mostly straight, but has a slight wave. They have naturally black hair, but has streaks of dark, neon blue. The blues bright, but not like baby blue, more neon colour. She also has hair wraps with jewel tone colours and sometimes beads or sea shells.

Identifying features/unusual marks:

•scar on her lips, like starting right below the right side of her nose and ending middle/beginning of their chin

•also has a scar on her nose

•their nose is pretty crooked from not being correctly fixed from multiple times of it being broken

•freckles all over her body

•a small scarab beetle tattoo behind her left ear

•a nose piercing on her right nostril

•lots of ear piercings

•a tongue piercing (and nipple piercings)

•belly button piercing

•has large freckles in the shape of the Andromeda Constellation on her side

•small star tattoos like freckles all over her body

•wolf jaw bone under her boob

•3 small colourful ladybug tattoos on her chest

•heart with like squiggly lines in the valley of her boobs

•jellyfish on her hips

•SpecGru symbol on her upper left arm

•Lily of the Valley tattoo on her thigh

•swords above her knees

•many scars along her body

Childhood:

They don’t know who their birth parents are and she doesn’t remember the first 6 years of her life. Their adoptive (she considers him her actual dad) worked for the Navy SEALs and ended up adopting her after a mission. Amanda doesn’t really know where or why, no one’s had told her and they can’t find the files on said mission.

They had a fairly good life, lived in Texas then moved to California, her dad and his best friend (their uncle) raised her to be strong and independent. They learned to love the ocean and spent most of her days there. She learned to cook and play guitar, to fight and throw knives and a whole bunch of other cool things. Their uncle taught her Italian and their dad taught them ASL, leading to that being a primary form of communication when things got rough. She wasn’t the most popular in school because she had the scar on her lip, and when someone got close they’d leave. This led to their lack of trust with people.

Yet because i love angst and need something sad, all good things come to an end.

Her dad was still in the navy, so of course he had to go on a mission. On said mission, he ended up getting shot and killed. After that her uncle, who was extremely distant and took her dad’s death hard, took them in until they turned 18 and joined the Navy.

Military career:

When she joined, they tried to join the SEALs to be like her dad, yet was denied. So she just joined the navy and trained to be a medic. They didn’t fully become a medic, yet have all the qualifications and training.

How she got their nickname is when she was training, she continuously got lucky and missed getting hurt or in trouble lots of times. For a while people called her ladybug because of how lucky they were. They were happy for a while because she felt like she was honoring their dad. Then she got stabbed and betrayed by someone they thought was her friend. When she healed and came back to work she was completely different, like they were “reborn”, and one of her friends from training and now on the same team started to call them “Scarab” because of the fact of luck and their “rebirth”.

141:

She worked for the Navy for 5 years and then got recruited by Laswell to work for Task Force 141. During that time they let their walls down and got close, something they didn’t due for years. She thought they were better, then they got hurt and almost died. After they woke up she got kicked and essentially betrayed by the 141 and transferred.

SpecGru:

Now most of this still follows the same timeline of the series, so there’s not much. But when she joined SpecGru, they learned to trust people again, but for two weeks during October it’s terrible because not only did her dad die, but she almost died and forced out of the people she thought cared about her.

#cod #ocs #specgru

[girlsculturetechnology]

IKA’S PROFILE

PERSONAL PROFILE

BIRTH NAME: Ikari Chihiro (いかりちひろ)

KOREAN NAME: Lee Chae-ra (이채라)

ENGLISH NAME: Carla Ikari

NICKNAMES: Chichiro, Chiri

DATE OF BIRTH: January 4, 1998

PLACE OF BIRTH: Kyoto, Japan

HOMETOWN: Kyoto, Japan

SEX AND GENDER: female woman

PRONOUNS: she/her

ETHNICITY: Japanese with American roots

NATIONALITY: Japanese

CITIZENSHIP: Japanese

SOCIAL CLASS: middle-upper class

BLOOD TYPE: A

CHINESE ZODIAC SIGN: Ox (牛)

STAR SIGN: Capricorn

MBTI: INFJ/INTJ

PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION

EYE COLOR: dark brown

HAIR COLOR: black

HEIGHT: 166cm (5’5”)

WEIGHT: 49kg (108lbs)

BODY BUILD: hourglass body shape; long, skinny limbs, low body fat, small muscles; appears taller than she actually is

SKIN TONE: light-medium, neutral undertone

SKIN TYPE: sensitive

FACE SHAPE: heart/oval; v-shaped jawline, slightly pointy chin

EYE SHAPE: cat eyes

NOSE SHAPE: high nose bridge, round nose tip

LIP SHAPE: heart; prominent cupid's bow

OTHER NOTICEABLE FEATURES: high brow arch

PROCEDURES: rhinoplasty, chin and jaw implants, lip fillers, botox

DOMINANT HAND: right

BODY MODIFICATIONS: piercings (left ear - 1, right ear - 1, belly button)

LOOKALIKES:

VOICE CLAIM: Sullyoon (NMIXX)

CAREER PROFILE

OCCUPATION: K-Pop Idol

STAGE NAME: Ika (이카)

NICKNAMES: Chichiro, Chiri, NCT’s ice princess

FANDOM NAME: NCTzen / Ikamin

LABEL: SM Entertainment (2014–)

GROUP: NCT (2018–)

SUBUNITS: NCT U (2018–), NCT 127 (2018–)

POSITIONS: lead vocalist (127), lead dancer (127)

REPRESENTATIVE COLOR: dark purple

REPRESENTATIVE EMOJI: 🐭

ROLE MODEL(S): Hyolyn (SISTAR/soloist), Yuri (Girls’ Generation)

BEST KNOWN FOR:

being a female member of NCT

being NCT’s “ice princess” (during her rookie days)

vocal skills

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BACKSTORY

Chihiro was born on January 4, 1998, in Kyoto, Japan, to her mother Ikari Sakura and her father Ikari Michio. She is an only child.

Although she comes from a middle-class family, her parents are quote rich—both of them are dentists.

In 2013, her parents got a divorce. Chihiro moved away with her mom.

In June 2014, she was approached by an SM employee during a trip to Tokyo with her mom. She was cast on the street and became a trainee one month later.

On April 11, 2017, she was introduced as a member of SMRookies, a pre-debut team of trainees under SM Entertainment.

On January 30, 2018, SM Entertainment released a video titled 'NCT 2018 Yearbook #1' which introduced Chihiro, with the stage name 'Ika', as a new member of the group. She officially debuted with NCT on March 14, 2018, with the group's first full album 'NCT 2018 EMPATHY'.

Six months later, in September, SM Entertainment announced that Ika would join NCT's second sub-unit, NCT 127. She officially debuted as a member of NCT 127 with the group's first studio album 'Regular-Irregular' released on October 12, 2018.

FACTS / TRIVIA

She speaks Japanese, Korean, and basic English.

She is allergic to pistachios.

She has a family dog that currently lives with her mom.

Her charming point is her eyes.

Favorite food: fruit

@alixnsuperstxr

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