#hiii hope ya like em :>c

[merowkittie]

hiii! I was thinking about fem reader asking hobie to pierce her nipples bc she thinks it’ll look cute to which he agrees. but when he gets them done he’s literally so horny bc of how hot they make fem reader look..

hope you have a great day/night <3

Thanks :), you too, sweets!

Piercing Problems — Hobie Brown

Summary: Hobie gets a little horny while piercing your tits.

Warnings: lots of talk about your boobs / very suggestive / not proof read I’m sorry but it’s 2AM / talks of needles, piercings / a short smut scene (a flashback) / umm I think that’s it..

Sorry is he’s ooc, still trying to figure out his character also this was rushed because this was requested a good week or two ago..

Hobie was back at it again with piercing your body.

He had you sitting on the counter in your shared bathroom. Your locs were put up in a bun behind your head with some pieces hanging out and framing your soft face.

You were dangling your legs from your sitting position, swinging them back and forth, waiting for your boyfriend to finish getting his stuff together to pierce your nipples.

To say you were scared was an understatement. You were sure this would feel like you were dying and you were 100% sure you’d pass out in the process. Hobie had told you that you didn’t have to do it but you thought about all the perks about getting them.. and they were really cute!

“Ya ready, love?” He turned to you with a sharpie in hand. He walked move in front of you to be standing between your legs.

You nodded your head and lifted your shirt up to reveal your hardened nipples. They were cold from the chilly air of the bathroom. Hobie cupped your breasts, fondling them childishly.

You kicked him in the thigh and sighed. “Stop! Mark the area already and pierce it.. I’m going to piss on myself, I’m so fucking scared Hobie.”

He looked at you and rolled his eyes. He pressed a kiss to each of your nipples and then to your lips as a way to reassure you. You knew he knew what he was doing but he liked to play a lot.. too much.

Here’s how the conversation went with him to even agreeing to pierce your nipples in the first place:

“Mm.. fuck! Hobie, please..!” You placed your hand on his head somewhere in his wicks and tugged his further into your body.

His lips were attached to your nipples and his fingers inside of your cunt. His fingers were pumping in and out of you at a fast pace. Your hips were meeting his motions but stopped after you felt your cunt start to squeeze him hard and your stomach felt so full.

“Please what, babe?” He stopped his fingers for a moment, waiting to here the words he was looking for from your pouty lips.

You whined and whimpered at the loss of his thrusting fingers. You tried to move on your own but he held down your hips with his free hand.

“Please.. Please B, I need to cum so bad! I need you..” you looked at him with your lust blown eyes and he nodded, biting at your nipple which made you yelp.

“There you go, baby punk. I’ve gotcha ya. Lemme hear those pretty noises, yea?” He smirked up at you when he saw your eyes roll back in your head as his fingers started their movements again.

When you two finished, you kind of just laid around watching movies and talking mindlessly about stuff. Your nipples ached because of all the biting and sucking Hobie was doing to them. They were so sensitive. Though, how would it feel if you had piercings? I mean besides the feeling you thought they’d look cute on your breasts.

“B. What do you think about nipple piercings?” You peered up at him.

He didn’t say nothing at first, seemingly in thought and then nodded.

“Yea, they’re hot. What about ‘em?” He questioned, his eyes now on you. He knew where this was going but he just wanted to hear it from you.

You hummed. You didn’t know if you were very sure about your decision so you sat in silence for a minute, thinking it over. The pros and cons. The pain, pleasure, what about it be like? Then you were like fuck it.

“I want ‘em. I think they’re cute. What do you think, querido?” You bit your lips in anticipation of his response.

“I think you’d look quite lush.” He smirked at you. Instantly agreeing with this decision and he wouldn’t mind piercing it for you.

Now here you two were in your bathroom, at probably four in the morning, piercing your nipples.

You prayed a good six times during the prep process. You really weren’t one to handle pain well. A bit dramatic people would say.

After Hobie marked little dot indications on your nipples he placed the clamp on one and you gasped.

“What the fuck. B! That shit hurts. Is it supposed to feel this tight?” You winced as he adjusted it a bit and grabbed the needle.

He shrugged, “I wouldn’t know, lovie. How did it feel when I pierced your stomach?” He raised a brow waiting for you to respond.

You thought for a second and it felt pretty similar.

“The same way.”

“Then you’re good, shut your gob.”

You huffed and playfully kicked him again. He was getting annoying.

“Alright Alright. Don’t move, I’m gonna pierce ya now.” He grabbed the needle from the napkin he placed down besides you and steadily aligned it with the mark on your nipple. “Count with me, one?”

You felt the needle start to poke you and sucked in a breath, Hobie gave you a look and you let out a shaky breath. “Tw- FUCK!”

Before you got done saying two Hobie already put the needle through and slid the bar through your bud and quickly screwed the ball onto it.

“Oh my god, Hobie. Are you mental?” You stared at him wide eyed. Your face scrunched up in disbelief and confusion. You had tears coming down your face and you didn’t know what to do with your emotions at the moment.

He snickered at your reaction and clamped your other nipple, preparing for the next piercing. He cleaned the needle he used and the bar. He already cleaned the area he was gonna pierce and marked it. He thought you were doing alright, could tone it down with the screams cause it was, super early in the morning. You guys didn’t need another noise complaint.

As he started to line the needle up with your nipple he asked you a question, “Did you know Gwen and Miles kissed? Finally, right?”

“What!” You exclaimed and then that turned into a muffled yelp as he did what he did last time, slipping the barbell in and quickly screwing on the ball.

“Yup. Lad took forever!” He chuckled.

Once he finished cleaning any blood from the piercings you took a look at them in the mirror. Your tits looked beautiful with the shiny silver of the piercing sticking out of it. Hobie was behind you admiring his handy work.. and how your nips looked. His hands came crawling up your aides and he cupped the bottom of your breasts, holding them up as they sat perky in his hands.

He kissed your temple and rubbed his hands up and down your stomach and back to your breasts. You knew what he was doing and you felt butterflies in your chest at his movements.

“You like them?” He asked you. It wasn’t really a question more of a statement.

“Hell yea. They’re awesome, B.” You smiled, tilting your head up at him and kissing his jaw.

He hummed and pinched your sensitive nipples, earning a whine and a playful swat from you. You could feel him press against you and you knew he was hard from just staring at your tits with the newly added piercing.

“You know.. I should repay you right?” You turned around and placed your hands on his chest. Looking him in the eyes you bit your lip. He nodded, as if to tell you to go on, “Do you want me to help you out with that?” One of you hands traveled down to the bulge in his boxers. Rubbing it slightly causing him to groan.

“Mhm.. I want a view of those tits when you ride me.”

#reader insert #black reader #atsv hobie #atsv #across the spiderverse #spider man across the spider verse #hobie brown #hobie brown spider punk #hobie brown x black!reader #hobie brown imagine #hobie brown x you #hobie brown x reader #spider punk x reader #hobie brown smut

[queer-enderdragon]

have some maids-

in love

#my drawings #zach creates #flower husbands #empires shipping #empires smp #jimmy solidarity #scott smajor #smaidjor #hiii hope ya like em :>c

[ptergwen]

hi val, how are you? hope you're doing fine!

can i put in a request of arvin x reader? so the reader is arvin's neighbour and they're good friends with each other. the reader often catches arvin staring at her a little bit too long and whenever she asks him about it he just says it's nothing, but one day when she asks again he's like "oh fuck it" and then goes on a long confession?

eyes on me

w/c: a flirty 1.0k

a/n: hiii i’m okay thanks <3 hope ya like

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you’ve known arvin since you were kids, but you didn’t become close until high school. you really knew of him before that. he was the not so stereotypical boy next door. he’d keep to himself most days, except in church, where he’d scoff and get scoldings from his grandma for comments made under his breath. you’d actually giggled on one of these occasions.

arvin, who had been observant of just about everything from a young age, of course noticed that. he did something he rarely ever does and went up to you after the service.

“i make you laugh in there?” he’d asked, a hand in his pocket and his eyes scanning your face over. “yeah. you’re funny.” your dress swished around in the warm wind as you smiled at him. a playful smile, one that prompted a smirk from arvin. “got more jokes ‘f you ever wanna hear ‘em,” he offered you. you took him up on that.

being around arvin is easy. you’ll walk around your neighborhood and talk about anything you want, go for a drive to get some food, find a place to smoke. arvin doesn’t expect things from you that the rest of the world does. he doesn’t care if you cuss, if your skirt is ripped up or a smile isn’t painted on your face at all times.

he simply likes you, for all your quirks. they might be what he likes most about you. you feel the same way about him. he isn’t another well behaved boy with no personality. sure, he has manners, but only when he needs to. he’s more about pissing people off and speaking his mind, and you love it.

you can never tell exactly what’s on arvin’s mind, though. when he looks you up and down, his eyes always on you before you meet them, sends you short nods across the halls at school. you’ll joke that he’s checking up on you quite a lot, and he replies with something like, “you got a nice face. deserves to be looked at.” you end up too flustered to say anything back.

you’re keeping arvin company while he smokes on the bleachers one day. it’s when you decide to ask him what the staring is really about. he covers the flame while he lights his cigarette, eyebrows furrowed as he does. once it’s lit, he takes a long inhale, letting it out while he leans back on the cold metal bench.

“you’re gonna fall if you go back any further,” you comment on the way he’s sitting. he’s hanging off the edge. although, he’s so reckless at times that he probably doesn’t care. “don’t worry ‘bout it, y/n/n.” arvin rests on his arm, holding his cigarette out to you. “here,” he offers you a drag. you take it with a roll of your eyes.

you only ever smoke around arvin because you’re technically not supposed to. it isn’t ‘ladylike’. again, arvin couldn’t give a fuck if it was.

he watches you bring the cigarette to your lips, between your middle and index finger as you squint up at the sunny sky. a grin sets on his face, a big one. you look so beautiful like this, completely yourself and enjoying it, and arvin gets to see. you’re about the only person who can turn him into a sap.

feeling a familiar gaze on you, you glance back down at arvin. you blow the smoke out of your mouth and hand him the cigarette. he bites down on the end of it while he swings a leg over the bleacher so he can face you. he grabs it with his index finger. you’re giving him a weird look when he’s done doing all that.

“you were starin’ at me again, arv,” you tell him, followed by a laugh. “i don’t stare at you,” he says rather defensively through his teeth. this prompts you to sigh. “fine, you were lookin’ at me. you do it all the time,” you rephrase yourself, arvin waving out the cigarette, his eyes fixed on it instead of you for once. he taps out the ashes and sets it down on his other side.

you scoot closer to him before murmuring, “why do you do it?” arvin lets out a breath. “the real reason,” you add so he doesn’t give you the same thing he always does. he answers so quietly you almost don’t understand him. it’s like he’s scared to say it, which you’ve never seen before. “because i like you.”

arvin gains some confidence back after those four words leave his mouth. he looks up at you again, shrugging a shoulder. “have for a while now. shit, since the day i moved next door. you were always so nice to me.” your doe eyes lock with his as he cups your jaw. “feel like you get me real well, you know? you see me.” he uses his hand to tilt your head towards him.

“arvin, that’s what i think about you.” you put your hand over his with a small smile. “i like you, too. all of you.” arvin chuckles and rubs his fingertips across your jawline, then he goes to close the space between you two. his lips brush yours before you duck out of the way. clicking your tongue, you thread your fingers through his. “cigarette breath.”

“you got it, too,” arvin challenges you, licking his lips that are really starting to tempt you. he raises a good point. “alright. c’mere,” you giggle, jokingly puckering your lips for him. arvin isn’t playing games. he wastes no time coming in closer and kissing you properly, his free hand settling on your thigh as he keeps the kiss soft.

you hum into his mouth at the sudden contact. his fingers toy with the end of your skirt, but don’t go under it, even though you wish they would. arvin can tell from the way you push forward against him. he smirks into the kiss, hand sliding up to your hip and rubbing circles around it.

that shuts you right up.

#tom holland #tom holland fluff #tom holland smut #tom holland imagine #tom holland x reader #arvin russell #arvin russell imagine #arvin russell fluff #tom holland x you

[oumakokichi]

NDRV3 Transcripts: Iruma Miu’s FTE#1

As promised, here’s Miu’s first FTE! I’m still working on the Chapter 2 translation, but in the meantime I wanted to start posting these, since I know a lot of people have been looking forward to them.

I was going to alternatively title this one as “Miu acts like an ass, Kaede gets mad, Miu crytypes,” but to be honest that’s all the time, not just her FTEs.

Thanks to @ne0dym for the transcript and @shinjiroaragaki for the icons! I wouldn’t be able to do any of this without these two helping me!

As always, all of Miu’s FTEs are going to be uploaded to a Google doc so people can read there for convenience if they want to.

This FTE is completely spoiler-free, so feel free to reblog it!

Google doc link.

More translated transcripts.

I hope you all enjoy! It’d be a huge help if people could reblog or share these in order to help more people see them!

IRUMA: What’s up, Limpmatsu!* What the hell d’ya want from me, the beautiful genius inventor, Iruma Miu?

(* Translator’s Note: “枯れる” means “to wither, to wilt,” etc. Miu uses it here particularly as a pun on the fact that Akamatsu has the character for “pine tree” in it. I went with “limp” just because… well, it’s Miu.)

AKAMATSU: L, Limpmatsu…

AKAMATSU (THINKING): Yeah, I’m not even gonna ask.

AKAMATSU: I don’t really want anything in particular from you… I just thought maybe I could talk to you for a little while, Iruma-san.

IRUMA: Huh? Taaalk? Why the hell would someone like me ever hafta talk to the likes of you, Rottenmatsu?*

(* T/N: A pun on “腐れ” and Kaede’s surname this time, or “rotten pine tree.”)

AKAMATSU: Rottenmatsu…

AKAMATSU (THINKING): B, Be patient, be patient… I’m the one who invited her to hang out, after all...

IRUMA: Well, I’m free now anyway, so sure, why don’t ya try and entertain me a while by talkin’ about something good. After all, ya got no tits to speak of, so if ya don’t have anything good to talk about either then there’s no helping ya!

AKAMATSU: ......

IRUMA: Hya hya hya! Ya look just like one of those little prairie dogs, don’tcha!

AKAMATSU: Wh…! Wh, Who are you calling a prairie dog!

IRUMA: Hiii!? Wh, What’s with that… Don’t just yell at me so suddenly… Ain’t that kinda rude...

AKAMATSU: Just who are you calling rude! I’ve been trying to put up with this, but I’ve had enough!

IRUMA: Oh? I think I got it? I see, so…

You’re jealous of my mature, erotic body, ain’t ya!? Hya hya hya!

>Is having big boobs really that important?

AKAMATSU: Is having big boobs really that important?

IRUMA: Obviously it’s important, ya know〜? A woman’s worth depends on the size of her tits! There’s only a small fraction of people who prefer those girls with no rack! Ahh, or could it be that you actually want to be liked by those kindsa people?

>Boobs are just lumps of tissue and fat!

AKAMATSU: Boobs are just lumps of tissue and fat!

IRUMA: That’s the kinda inferiority complex shit ya hear from people with no tits! I bet you’ve got rolls of fat all over your stomach, don’t’cha!

AKAMATSU: I, I do not!

IRUMA: You’re a pianist so it ain’t like you ever work out your body or your brain, so I bet all your fat just sits there and goes straight to your stomach, doesn’t it?

>Mine are pretty big, you know!

AKAMATSU: Mine are pretty big, you know!

IRUMA: Oh—? You sound pretty confident, huh? In that case, lemme rub ‘em a little—

AKAMATSU: Kyaaa!? Wh, What are you doing—!

*THUD!*

IRUMA: Ouch!? What’s your problem… C, Come on, we’re both girls… So it’s fine, ain’t it…?

AKAMATSU: No it isn’t!! God, what were you even thinking!

IRUMA: Ha haaa! You can’t fool my eyes, you know? Are your tits fake? I bet you pad, don’tcha!

AKAMATSU: Th, They’re real!

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AKAMATSU: Honestly, Iruma-san…!! There are things you should and shouldn’t say to people, okay!?

IRUMA: Don’t you know!? I’m the amazing Iruma Miu! I don’t gotta care about what I say to anyone!*

(* T/N: It’s more like, “there’s nothing I shouldn’t say” or “there’s nothing bad for me to say,” but those both sound a little more unnatural in English.)

AKAMATSU: Yes, you do! Don’t you know that if you keep saying things like that, everyone’s going to hate you?

IRUMA: Ohh, that’s fine with me! True geniuses are never understood by anyone anyway!

Hya hya hya hya! Come on come on, just keep on talkin’!

AKAMATSU (THINKING): I finished having my horrible conversation with Iruma san and returned to my room. Haaa… That really tired me out…

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