nsfw , minors dni.
gaz would definitely have a frenum piercing , and he'd be so cocky about it !
notes : f!reader. i wanna punch kyle (lovingly)
kyle was so excited to show his frenum piercing to you — his sweet partner. he waited for it to be fully healed until he finally decided to do the reveal one evening while you were hanging out af his cozy little flat.
you were snuggled into him on the couch, his lips pressing soft lazy kisses on your head while he stared down at you, watching the squish of your cheek while it was pressed against his shoulder.
“c’mere, lovie.” he cooed and gently cupped your face with his hands, pulling your face up so he could kiss your lips, gently easing his tongue into your mouth while your hands held his shoulders.
“need to show you somethin’ that you’re gonna like.” he breathed out after the kiss, a cheeky grin adorning his plump lips that made you very curious as to what he was up to.
he pulled his hands back and gently tugged his sweatpants down fully, revealing his cock that was already hard. he wasn’t even wearing any boxers! cheeky bastard.
he had always been proud of his cock and he always showed it in the way he’d fuck you, whispering about how it felt so nice to have your walls stretching around his girthy cock, his tip always slamming against your cervix with ease.
you felt blood rushing to your cheeks as you looked down at his hard cock, a bit confused.
oh wait— what is that thing shining beneath the tip of his cock ? a frenum piercing!
a surprised gasp left your lips, your wide eyes frantically shifting back and forth from his cock piercing and the proud look on his face. “knew you’d like it.” he rasped out in amusement, hands gripping your waist and pulling you onto his lap.
he was quick to get rid of your trousers and panties, slowly letting the tip of his cock caress your clit that was nicely swollen with arousal, soft shudders coursing through youe body as you felt the cold material of the frenum piercing bumping against your sensitive clit.
“f-feels nice, kyle…” you managed to moan out, head gently falling on his shoulder as he continued to tease your clit for a while, making sure you were getting nicely soaked.
“want ya to feel it inside you too, pretty.”
he carefully adjusted you on top of his lap, hands holding your hips gently while he gently slid his girthy cock inside you, the stretch making you whine as you shivered at the new sensation of his cold frenum piercing grazing against your spongy insides.
his eyes were trained onto your face, capturing every twitch of your lips and every roll of your eyes as he thrusted his cock in and out of your tight cunt at a slow and gentle pace, wanting you to properly feel his piercing rubbing on your walls, causing you to repeatedly clench around his thick cock.
“fuck— gonna make you cum on my cock, baby. you make me wanna get more of these piercings.” he grunted in your ear, playfully nipping on your tingly earlobe.
he was going to search up some more body piercings for sure the next morning.
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So I know we here at Startrekfandom love that "came back wrong but from the pov of the wrong" thing and apply it to many different characters and canon situations and I am far from trying to complain about it (I'm "came out wrong" trope myself so I was always gonna obsess over it) but having recently watched a very important episode (you'll know which one) for the first time I think there's a character who hits both tropes mentioned but llike, intertwined, opposite and subverted, and whom I wanna talk about.
Julian Bashir.
From his parents' pov he's "came out wrong but we got him help and he came back better" while from his own pov it's "came out 'insufficient', was destroyed for it, came back wrong and only later slowly came to terms with his new self tho never the process (justifiably so)" and it's heartbreaking because in a way, he's right! Jules Bashir died! His parents had an intellectually disabled child and decided to eugenics him! Julian is not the person he used to be and while I do love the person he is now, that doesn't bring back who he was! Part of me wishes we could've gotten to see Jules at least once and part of me hopes we never do because my heart would shatter.
This isn't a good comparison but nonetheless one I can't help drawing: it's giving similar vibes to anti-vaxxers. "I'd rather risk having a child who is dead than one who's autistic". Obviously this doesn't map over since Julian is still autistic and the procedure his parents subjected him to specifically targeted his intellectual disability and if any folks with id wanna comment on this I definitely recommend you listen to them over me, but it's a similarity I, as an autistic who has encountered anti-vaxxers again and again, can't help but point out. "Give me a normal child or give them death."
This may have been written about already but there needs to be stories about teenage Julian (after finding out and rediscovering who he was) practicing some good ol' recognition of the self through media. I need to hear about how he would encounter a story about someone who came back wrong (I'm gonna assume there's plenty of "wrong" pov stories floating around by the 24th century) and absolutely weep. I need to see Julian mourning Jules, taking years and years to process his feelings, experiencing guilt about how he, the imposter, didn't deserve to live Jules' life.
Came back wrong from the returned's pov but it wasn't an accident. It was done to you deliberately by the people who claim to love you. And now you are here, piloting the corpse of your predecessor.
Jules Bashir is dead. Long live Julian Bashir.
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Spoiling You With All My Might -- Comte Collection Story Translation
I've been meaning to post this one for a while, as it's honestly in my top ten Comte events of all time. For this Collection story event, it was basically all the suitors comforting MC when she's stressed/tired/overworked. And lbr, who doesn't need that in their life?
Enjoy everyone, and just a reminder that I'm no professional--I just translate these for my own enjoyment. Without further ado:
In the early afternoon, when the hands on the clock are pointing to 3pm--
I was alone drinking tea in a quiet kitchen.
(I’ve been busy lately…I think I’m a little burnt out.)
My cup of tea was already empty, but somehow I didn’t have the energy to stand up--
Comte: MC, are you taking a break?
Turning around revealed Comte standing in the middle of the doorway.
Okay but like. I gotta say just the thought of him peeking around the corner is killing me, he's the cutest man alive I swear
But also. Now I'm wondering if he's lowkey like IS IT MEOW MEOW TIME? MEOW MEOW T I M E!!!!!! pounces on the opportunity for quality time. Somehow that's even more adorable I'm going to explode from uwus
MC: Indeed I am. Would you like to have some tea, too?
Comte: That’s an attractive invitation, but if you don’t mind, would you spend some time with me for a little while after this?
MC: Go out with you…?
Comte: I’m thinking of going for a walk. Would you like to join me?
His hand was outstretched in a gentlemanly gesture that touched/eased my heart.
MC: Haha, I’d love to.
I laughed a little at this because I'm definitely the kind of person that's like "omg pls, you are not beating the silly goose allegations!!!" over him being all suave over a walk together but. At the same time. HEART EYES M-- King of romantics everywhere. Gentleman of my heart. Mellifluous seducer have MERCY
More under the cut!
Comte’s escort led me to a forest a short walking distance from the mansion.
As I walk alongside him, the sunbeams penetrate through the trees as they sway with the breeze.
Comte: The weather is lovely today, making it a perfect occasion for a walk.
MC: You’re right…the wind feels nice, too.
As I walked slowly listening to the rustling trees, I could feel the fatigue/tension draining out of me little by little.
(It feels like my heart is being cleansed. It’s so soothing…)
Comte: …
It was then that I noticed Comte gazing at me calmly.
As somebody who used to be plus ultra literally every minute of my life, this made me so softe inside. The way he cares so much about her ;-; he really said "I will die before I disrespect a girlboss, but also. I am here. For to help PLS. Also a crumb of attention...p l swleseskje...."
(Ah…by any chance)
MC: Comte
Comte: Yes?
MC: …You invited me out for a change of pace, didn’t you?
Comte smiled softly at my words.
Comte: I just wanted to take a walk with you like this.
I do love how, especially in recent events, MC notices his gestures more and more 🥺💛💛💛💛💛💛 I think it's really cute that he wants to be sneaky sweet and supportive, and whenever she realizes it he's like. C'est moi? You're not fooling anyone pretty boy!!! I know you have brain cells up there!!! But also the sincerity in that last line, of how he really does also just want to spend some time with her. How he's always saying the most wonderful thing she can give him is her time.
Just put my body out to sea I can't do this anymore--
I was enveloped in the sound of his voice, warming my heart, and my feet stopped involuntarily.
Comte: MC?
MC: Every time you treat me so kindly like this…I’m so happy I could cry
Jokingly, Comte turned around and spread his coat.
Comte: If you want to do so, that’s okay too
MC: Huh…
Comte: After all, there is no one here but us. If you want to cry, you can cry.
Comte wrapped me gently in his open coat and murmured in my ear.
Comte: Like this, there will be no trace of tears left behind.
MC: Oh…
(It’s okay to cry…that’s not something you hear very often when you’re fully grown.)
(Just hearing him say that in such a sweet voice makes my heart feel lighter…)
(Comte really is amazing)
Honestly this part just made me melt, I have no words--I'm down bad fellas. We love a man who encourages his partner that its safe to be vulnerable 😭🙏🏼
But also I feel the need to say. Comte don't offer this to me because from that point on I will live in your coat. It will no longer be 'Comte's nice coat,' but rather:
MC: Thank you. But…Aren’t you spoiling me too much?
When I looked up and asked him, he leaned over to drop a kiss to my forehead…
MC: Oh…
Comte: I see. I think I don’t spoil you enough.
Comte’s long fingers reached out to wipe my eyes gently.
Comte: MC, I love everything about you.
Comte: Your fatigue and your tears, don’t forget that it’s my privilege to soothe them with these hands.
He gazes deeply into my eyes, and I can’t help how my heart races in response.
So like. Do you ever just cry and die. Because.
I'm like somewhere between "WE GOT A 2319!!!!!!!!!" and inches from professing my eternal love and loyalty like some kind of lovelorn knight too afraid to even touch the radiance of their beloved. Comte how on earth am I supposed to look at you without being blinded. Sun that's too bright!!!!! That's too b r i g h t!
I just. "Your fatigue and your tears, don’t forget that it’s my privilege to soothe them with these hands." [muffled wailing noises] Did I ASK--
Mfer out here like 'oh the terrible fate of being tied to me for eternity' meanwhile every second of being with him is either dizzyingly passionate or like being wrapped up in the warmest, fluffiest blankie imaginable. I HAVE TO S T A N SIR--
MC: Ah, if you spoil me so much, I’m afraid I won’t be able to do anything on my own anymore.
Comte smiled a little as I laughed deceptively in the hopes of hiding how delighted I was.
Comte: That’s great. I’d love to see that, myself.
The fingers that had been stroking my eyes slipped down my cheek to touch my lips.
Comte: If you can’t manage to walk alone--I’ll be there to hold you up, and walk alongside you.
His sweet whisper ends when his lips gently cover mine.
MC: Mn…
In the midst of his enveloping kiss, I gently entrusted my body to the person dearest to me--
Can I just ?????? Say????? How much I love MC being teasing/catty with him as the events go on. I LOVE it here. I think I really like how she grows into her own strength, and how she feels comfortable expressing her shyness without ceding that integrity. One thing I've noticed that I love in relationships is this ability to air grievances in a playful way, where the stakes are low--but the person can still express their feelings and be comforted. I think I like how it's not about putting pressure on the person, but getting it out in the open and resolved all the same. It just fills me with warm fuzzies c:
Also. "If you can’t manage to walk alone--I’ll be there to hold you up, and walk alongside you." Like not to beat a dead horse, but wow. Pretty sure this metaphysically changed me as a person. Thanks, I will never be the same. True love exists, [unhinged barking noises], etc etc
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"What if I just don't wake up..."
Characters: Ajax and Rondeal from End of Days SMP
Tw: suicidal ideation, self-harm?
Plot: What if the beds poison anyone who truly tries to sleep, and what if Ajax was okay with that.
"What if I just don't wake up…" they say calmly. The thought had run its course in his head many times, but they'd just never voiced it till now. It wasn't like Rondael would hear them either way; he was far too busy looking and getting way to ansty. The world around them heard, but they would do nothing.
They lay down on the black bed, hearing slowly how the world falls asleep, but they can't, the air is too thick, too hard, too harmful? They hadn't realized when they started taking the damage, just that they were now down to 3 rows of hearts.
They don't move. Ajax doesn't know why they don't, at least not consciously. They want this event to end. They want to go back to their normal. Not this weird event where they can build homes and make actual connections.
2 rows now. They just lay in silence, letting this odd pain go throughout his body. This was probably another method that God had put in to stop people from sleeping.
One row left. They laugh a little, no one would be here to watch them perish. But they would be. They get to finally die by their own means not someone else's idea of fun, but their own.
3 hearts left. Gods were they pathetic, they've played all these events and they just wanted to stop. Stop everything. To not wake up.
1 heart. This was it, one life down the drain because Ajax couldn't get up. What a way to die.
Half a heart.
"Ajax!"
Rondeal had pushed them out of the bed. They would live.
"Ajax What the fuck, you could of died there" Rondeal says with pure and entire worry for their teammate. This wasn't the normal amout of concsern for your team mate, this was more, more then what Ajax has seen in a long time.
"I-"
"Don't speak, you idiot, eat a gapple first, or I'll make you. " Ajax just nods. They grab one of his many golden apples and start to eat it, feeling the energy heal them. They were okay.
"I'm sorry" Was all they could say to the man before him.
"Your a dickhead, you know that, but you don't need to be sorry. I think everyone has gotten in their own head once and done something real stupid, you're no expection to that. Now are you ready to kill some fuckers"
"Yeah, I think I am, let's win"
-The END-
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