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Hey this might sound a bit weird.. but I'm trying to figure out my gender identity and I just don't know where I fall in the grand scheme of things and I wanted to know if there were any defining moments for you that really cemented that you were trans in your mind? Like, sometimes I'll think about getting rid of my tits and I've contemplated having a dick and how it would feel but like doesn't every girl at one point think "oh wouldn't it be cool if I had a dick?" And "man I wish I could just take off my tits, they're just in the way"? Like at what point does it cross over into "oh maybe I'm not a girl.."
i may not be the best person to ask because i knew i was transgender as soon as i found out transgender was a thing and have always had a very strong male identity and persistent dysphoria since i was very small. but i will try.
i think these things can be normal to some degree. but do you have a desire to transition? or be read as male/nonbinary by others?
most people start by changing their name and pronouns, and gender presentation, you can try this if you have friends that are accepting and see how it feels. then think about medical transition if they like it.
i would think of transition/being transgender as more of, looking at your options and deciding if you want that and if its worth it for you. dont think of it as a "am i really this or am i just pretending" and dont think stuff like "if im trans i have to do this" if youre not sure. its about you and whats going to make you happy. its not a magical "am i or am i not."
if that makes any sense.
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hey uh⌠sorry for this. very weird and out-of-left-field ask. but i have no idea where else to go (i have no friends and the blank search bar is scary) and this is time-sensitive. (im very aware of how weird this probably is; i hope you have a good laugh about it lmao. i am sincerely sorry if this stresses you out, feel free to just ignore this if you want)
so. my goal is to get people to look at or follow my blog so they see (and hopefully reblog) a post with what i think is very important and urgent information. the, the uk emergency alert system test one, have you seen that one?
in order to get attention, i am going to post art (my own art do not worry i would never consider stealing others' art just to get attention). question is: should i stagger my posts, or does it make more sense to post all at once? do you know how to optimally stagger posts??
(if it helps: im basically starting from scratch. i have 4 followers and only one of them is a real person. so.)
very very sorry for this feel free to turn me into meal for vulture
oh yes i have seen the uk alert stuff, i think thereâs already a pretty popular post about that?? i think iâve seen it on my dash once or twice
by stagger do you meanâŚ. queue posts? or just post them separately?? because like. if youâre looking for followers then itâs better to post stuff separately instead of all at onceâŚ? if thatâs what ur talking about
i donât. really know how to optimally time your posts. or something. all i know is that fanart generally gets you more attention than original art. i hope that helpsâŚ.??
#hope you figure it out#cramswering#also donât worry those arent weird questions at all#im just not sure how to answer them tbh
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the honda odyssey, huh?
#poolverine has taken over my every waking thought#they're the defintion of matching each others freak#you can tell my brainrot is bad by the fact that I willing drew a car#and don't get me started on this pose it took me ages to figure out#anything for peak old men yaoi#hope you enjoy the freaky little details I added in here#poolverine#deadclaw#poolverine fanart#deadpool#deadpool fanart#deadpool and wolverine#wolverine#fanart#my art#digital art
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Chat Noir: Hey, my lady? Quick question: why was Argos multitasking during patrol and trying to solve a cryptex? He said he got it from you.
Ladybug, casually: Oh, itâs from my latest treasure hunt I made for him.
Chat Noir: âŚYou give him treasure hunts? Why?
Ladybug: I still donât totally trust him not to pull another âRed Moonâ incident so I figured if I give him enrichment, heâs gonna be spending his time solving puzzles and figuring out clues that take him all over the city instead of potentially becoming a supervillain again.
Chat Noir, who watched FĂŠlix spend several hours to solving riddles last night: âŚHuh. Does he know..?
Ladybug: 90% sure, yes. I donât think he cares that much, heâs pretty invested in it and Iâm great at creating complex systems with clues to follow soâ it works out. Plus usually there is something to find at the end of the trail. Usually Kagami.
#WEâRE SILLY POSTING BABYYYY#Gotta keep the bird boy Enriched#heâs fine and pinky promises he wonât do it again but Ladybug likes insurance#And Argos likes puzzles so heâs fine with his arrangement#and Kagami gives him a kiss whenever he figures out the location so heâs happy#(Kagami will give him a kiss regardless but this way is extra fun)#This has been in my drafts since AUGUST#Bc I forgot I never actually posted it so. Oops#miraculous ladybug#marinette dupain cheng#adrien agreste#felix fathom#felix graham de vanily#SB Speaks#hope you like my newest silly post
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Look for anything (or anyone) that could be familiar
For part two:
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đź for Ingo to find Emmet
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#ARCEUS THEY WERE NOT DONE WITH THEIR CONVERSATION YET THAT IS RUDE!!!#submas#ingo#warden ingo#Subway boss Ingo#Subway master Ingo#Akari#pokemon Akari#pokemon legends arceus#PLA#pokemon#reblog game#?? i think?#I still donât know what these are called lol#waywardstationart#I cut the dialogue on here so much shorter than I wanted to#Ingo and Akariâs last conversation would get to so much more than this#but hey I have a ten panel limit#and we are here to play a game and look at drawings#not read paragraphs of exposition#thatâs what my fanfics are for haha#ANYWAYS HOPE YOU GUYS ENJOY THIS#made the likes and reblogs kinda high to give me some time to figure this out#it is 3am as Iâm posting this now I sleep
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Dorian Pavus, present age
Over a period of 10 years I imagine Dorian to have collected quite the library.
#My procreate adventure continues and I finally figured out how to insert a transparent background layer!!! Win#a little love for Dorian#my inquisitors bestie#kinda bummed I never managed to romance him#anyways here I present you Dorian of house Pavus aged like a fine wine#my hope for da dreadwolf is more rugged gay men thankyou#with dangly earrings#dorian pavus#dragon age#dragon age inquisition#my fanart#dai#dorian dragon age#da: dreadwolf#illustrative art#dorian x inquisitor#dragon age dreadwolf#tevinter nights#my art#daze chroma
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"karasu search how 2 cheer human up"
"karasu search difference between sad human and zoning out human"
"karasu search how long is it safe for humans to zone out for?"
(+ a longer look at each scene:)
#art#gif#obey me#this was meant to be a quick test. it was not quick. i think this is was the longest i've spent on drawing something since rolling ik#for some reason procreate keeps fucking up the colours on export and i'm too tired to figure out how to make it stop#can you tell that satan and lucifer were animated first?#funnily enough satan showing ik his book was pretty simple but lucifer walking was like. impossible. he kept turning out fucked up#i was so worn out by the end of it that everyone else's animations are way simpler#(the walk still doesn't look right but i've made peace with that.... i should've done some tutorials or smth first)#(such is my hubris: when i try to do new art things it's mainly by brute-forcing my way through it and hoping it works)#jtta ik#obey me lucifer#obey me mammon#obey me leviathan#obey me satan#obey me asmodeus#obey me beelzebub#obey me belphegor#anyway i'd like to experiment more with trying to animate things in future so!! look forward to that?
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two people will go through similar things & learn to cope in different ways
print âĽď¸ song
#I just love these two the more I read & get to know them#I could write a novel on my izutade thoughts. it's so beyond Shipping okay. secret fifth thing#you know how it is with teen girls who are weird about each other (and how they never figure out why until later)#[clenches fist] it's about... what they REPRESENT to each other...#anyway I hope they meet again someday and I hope they're both in a better place about it. I hope they can become real friends about it then#what if ogre girls and cat girls were real huh. what then.#dungeon meshi#izutade#inutade#izutsumi#llamahearted Big Anime Girl extended universe
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hes thinking real hard about eating a yummy sandwich
one with no crazy filters cause why not zzzz
#tf2#team fortress 2#tf2 fanart#tf2 medic#blu medic#is this even anything#can you see that i figured out how amazing the lasso tool was halfway thru the process cause i feel i can and itâs HORRID#MORE ART SOON i hope iâm really trying to get back into working on stuff and not being lazy#iâll prob post this one insta w a few changes cause idk if iâm completely happy w how this looks
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i am at the point where if i dont finish now i'll newer finish so yeah the rest of the gaaaaaang
#critical role#the mighty nein#fanart#caleb widogast#mollymauk tealeaf#fjord stone#caduceus clay#the male passing fellas#this was harder then i fuckin thought#i hope someone will make taliesin personally apologize to every animator who will work on molly#caleb my love i adore your palette you look like dirt and smell of cat pissđ#i FINALLY FUUUCKIN FIGURED OUT FJORD O YEA#i was struggling with him for ages#mr duce zero complains absolute ideal of a character#tho i am still not entirely pleased with colors#but fuck it#if i keep going like this i'll just never post anything ever
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i feel it coming, babe
technically the sequel to a little less conversation this is yet another piece for girlies (gn) with bad sex experiences <3 remember sometimes it takes more than once to get it right honeys :D 12k words, fem!reader, MDNI THIS ENTIRE BLOG IS 18+
Okay so, youâll admit, you might be beginning to get it.Â
A smidge. AÂ pinch.Â
Itâs justâ well, how are you not supposed to understand it? How can you not get the thrill and fervour over sex when itâs with Steve and he looks like that. All golden tan skin and hazel eyes that look at you like he might eat you whole andâ and he treats you likeâŚÂ
Like there was never anything wrong with you.
Even after that balmy afternoon spent in his sheets, with his mouth between your thighs, pulling noises out of you that youâd never even heard before, heâs been so perfectly so. Not pushy, yet still that lingering hunger you can see simmering beneath his skin, hidden in the flex of his fingers.Â
Part of you almost worries, a little niggle burrowed in the back of your mind, that it was all a fluke.
That nothing had really changed all that much between youâ that the next time things start getting heated, the chemistry wonât be there. Or itâll be weird and off, or you will be, and really, you were probably lucky to have that first time with Steve so good but you canât expect that again.Â
But then⌠there is one difference at least, to combat all your swarming thoughts a fluke. The kisses.Â
When you think of Steve Harrington and his playboy past, you canât say, of the words tossed around in the high school corridor, that clingy is something that comes to mind. Not that he had been described as anything other than charming⌠but you donât mind pleasant surprise of coming to learn this about Steve.Â
It means kisses all the time.Â
On your hands, scattered across your knuckles, when heâs dropping you home from a date. Kisses pressed to your hair and forehead, when heâs scooching past you, when heâs saying hello and his hands are busy, when you sit between his legs on the sofa.Â
He kisses your shoulders, up along the curve of your neck just to see if itâll still make you laugh a bit when he finds that ticklish spot beneath your ear. Adores sweeping back your hair to plant a kiss against your skin with the sweetest little âmwah!â so quiet you donât think youâre meant to hear it.Â
And your lips⌠you donât think theyâve ever been so kiss-bitten in your life.
One night with Steve can leave them blooming with colour, all the blood beneath them rushing with pleasure as he kisses your mouth soft â sometimes hard, sometimes sweet, always maddeningly.Â
He greets you with a kiss always, one hand curled gently around your chin to tilt it up perfectly. And always after, a grin spreads across his face, brown eyes crinkling and pink lips barely restrained his joy.Â
âHi, sweetheart.â Heâll always says, or some variation.
Which, yeah, thatâs new too. Sweetheart. You havenât quite figured out how to not melt to a gloopy gooey mess when he says it just yet. Itâs a damn good thing that your boyfriend is a gentleman and he politely doesnât comment when you fluster, only gets the smallest hint of a smirk.Â
For all your past worries about not kissing him for fear of leading him on, you hadnât realise quite how much you were depriving yourself of affection. Steveâs certainly turning you greedyâ and heâs all too happy to sate your appetite for it.Â
Today, itâs drizzly. The colour of the sky is a bright ashen grey, enough to warrant a headache and inspire a day inside. In the distance, you can see the thunder clouds rolling in and bringing a blanket of shadow with them.Â
They reach overhead much quicker than youâre expecting and youâre barely a block out from Steve's house before the rain starts coming down.Â
Try as you might, raincoat tucked tight around you, youâre still a bit drenched by the time you make it to Steveâs doorstep. One freezing finger presses the door bell. A chime sounds inside.Â
You rub your hands together to try warm them as you wait, cringing at the whisk of wind that twirls your hair up and about. Your hands shoot up and you nervously flatten the wild strands back downâ right as Steve opens the door.
Heâs got a towel around his neck, one hand scrubbing it into his wet hair. Judging from his ruffled t-shirt â put on in a rush and exposing his tummy â heâs just got out the shower. He looks surprised but happy to see you.
âSweetheart, hi-hoooooly shit,â He sticks his head out the door, eyes wide as he takes in the weather. His hair flicks as he turns back to you. âDid you walk the whole way from your house? In the rain?âÂ
Your shoulders form a meek shrug. Before you can speak, his hands are on your shoulders, tugging you inside, across the doorway. He kicks it shut behind you.Â
âChrist, honey, whatâd you do that for?â His hands fret a little bit, rubbing at your shoulders. He gently picks a piece of hair thatâs stuck to your cheek, placing it behind your ear.Â
âI mean,â You start, a little confused. Your hands tighten on your overnight bag, wringing the handle tightly. He knew you were coming over, right? âI thought weâ on the phone, we made a plan?âÂ
Steve breathes a soft laugh. âYeah, weâve got plans. But I wouldâve come got you instead of making you walk through the rain. Câmon, what  kind of boyfriend do you think I am?âÂ
His use of the word boyfriend still makes you glow. You smile, nope, you grin all cheesy â and it doesnât help at all when Steveâs hands trail down your jacket to hold your own. He wiggles the handles of your bag out from your frozen fingers and drops it behind him gently. His hands dart back to cover yours.
âDear god, I think youâre about two minutes from losing a finger.â His eyebrows have scrunched together in worry. He brings your hands up to his face, cupped in his own, and blows hot air on them. It tickles but you canât stop smiling.Â
He pulls them back, rubbing his thumbs over your icy fingers and peers down at them. Your heart coos at his concern.Â
âWhatâs the verdict doctor?â You jest, making your voice all breathy and dramatic. âAm I gonna make it?âÂ
Steve frowns harder at your hands, his face serious when he tilts it back up to face you. âIâm afraid weâre gonna have to amputate.âÂ
You gasp dramatically.Â
Steve grins. He runs over your hands once more, one of his fingers creeping up your wrist, trying to find a ticklish spot. You squeal a little, trying to pull back but he holds your hands firm in his own. He continues his serious voice.Â
âMaâam, Iâm sorry but itâs your whole arm. Weâre gonna have to chop it right off.âÂ
His fingers are half way up your sleeve, making it bunch up and youâre laughing so much itâs warming you up much faster than him blowing on your hands. You push his hand away playfully and Steve relents, putting his hands up in surrender.Â
âOkay, okay, you got me.â He grins. âIâm not a real doctor.â
You laugh again, reaching up to tuck back your hair thatâs fallen forward in your squirming. âUh huh, a real doofus is what you are.âÂ
Steve rolls his eyes endearingly, his hands reaching out to snag your waist this time. He tugs you closer. Your feet stumble and when you press against his chest, youâre delighted to find heâs very, very warm. You're definitely soaking his shirt a bit with your coat but if Steve cares, he doesn't say.
âJust realised I didnât properly say hello,â He murmurs, a little quieter than before.Â
And when one of his hands moves up and curls beneath your jaw, holding your chin gently, you know whatâs coming. If you werenât already holding your breath in anticipation, he probably wouldâve stolen it with his kiss.
His plush lips are soft and with a loving little hum, he kisses you.
All the lights around you look a little dewey and heart-shaped when Steve pulls back â though it may be just your own lovey-dovey eyes. You sigh without meaning to, all honeyed and sweet, and Steve softens immeasurably at the sound.Â
âOkay,â He shifts his hands back down to your hands, rubbing them lightly. âIâm not kidding, even your lips feel frozen. Dâya wanna take a quick shower just to warm up?âÂ
Something about you flushes at his suggestionâ a runaway thought about getting in his shower, it getting steamier and steamier, especially with Steve slipping in to join you halfway. You clear your throat to push away the thought and focus.Â
Your hair is wetter than youâd expected, sticking to your neck in cold tendrils. A shiver zips down your spine. All your scandalous thoughts aside, it sounds like a pretty good idea.Â
âYeah,â you nod gingerly. âYeah, okay, it wouldnât mind the warm up.âÂ
Steve steps back, bending down to scoop up your bag deftly. He holds it for you as you unbutton your coat as quick as you can with your frozen fingers, shivering in relief as you shed the drenched layer. Droplets of rain spray in the rustle. Your coat finds a home on a peg beside the door.
Itâs comforting how easy it is to follow Steve up the stairs, drinking in his cosy attire from behindâ gone are his usual tight fitting jeans. Instead, heâs donned what you guess is his pyjamas; a plain ringer tee and red, plaid, and long flannelette pants. His feet are warmed by fluffy socks that have reindeer prancing about the fabric. A flash of his tan ankle makes you stumble for a moment.
Steve trades your overnight bag, with a smile and a promise to keep it safe, for a pillowy white towel, soft as ever. He leads you into the bathroom off his bedroom, depositing your bag on his bed along the way.Â
His fingers find the switch for the heated towel rail and while you fold the towel over it neatly, heart humming in content at being taken care of, Steve starts the shower. He sticks one hand in, holding it under the spray and grimacing at the coldâ until the chill slips away beneath the steamy hot water.Â
âAlright,â Steve says, pulling his hand back. He gives it a little shake, droplets splattering on the tiles. âAll ready for my best girl.âÂ
He gives a cheesy and charismatic smile as he wipes his hand dry and if you were brave enough, you might give him a little thank you kiss for it. You arenât just yet â but when he moves to slip by you, you halt him with a soft hand on his torso.Â
âThank you.â you say, quieter than you intend. You push on the balls of your feet and plant a quick peck onto his cheek.Â
Pink blooms beneath where your lips touch. Steve looks like he melts a bit, lashes fluttering as he sucks in a sharp inhale. Turns out neither of you are getting any closer to getting used to the affection. Itâs sweet to know it goes both ways.Â
âIâm gonnaââ Steve breathes, his hand drifting up, his index finger pointed out to the door. âIâll be nearby if you need anything. Or if you fall. Just like, uh, yell- or scream. Orâ you know what, youâve taken a shower before.âÂ
He stumbles out towards the exit, pulling two awkward thumbs-up over his shoulders. The door swings shut behind him, closing with a quiet click.Â
Your clothes pool to the ground, a trail leading towards the shower as you move with haste. Though youâre sure the Harrington's wonât notice, you donât want to waste the hot water.Â
The heat soothes youâ swathes of relief washing down your body, picking up every piece of ice in your skin and sending it swirling down the drain. It doesnât take too long to get back to warm and toasty.Â
Still, when your eye catches on it, you canât resist. Steve has a body wash that smells heavenly. You pick it up, flick back the cap, and take a whiff â just to check itâs the one thatâs been infiltrating your very dreams. Steve, even on a daily basis, manages to smell so good it drives you close to delirium.Â
Youâre more than happy to steal it for yourself today. You take another sniff of the bottle in your grasp, just to inhale it with a sigh. The sweater he let you borrow the other week has the exact same smell; a musky perfumed scent, with a hint of bergamot.Â
You dollop some in your hand and lather it all over. Properly cleansed and throughly warmed up, you let the final suds whirlpool down the drain before shutting the tap off and stepping out. The fluffy porcelain coloured towel is toasty in your hands as you pluck it off the rail.  A sigh in appreciation comes out as you dry off, twisting it around yourself.Â
Itâs as you stand there, refreshed and smelling of Steve, in just a towel, do you realise youâve forgotten to bring in clothes to change into.Â
On his bed, Steve sits idle â because what else is Steve supposed to do when youâre in his shower? When youâre naked in his shower. Naked in his shower and probably using his soap and lathering it up down your body and on your boobs andâ oh my god, soapy boobs andâÂ
Steveâs pulls himself from his thoughts with a rapid shake of his head, just in time for the bathroom door to rattle open and your shining face to peek through.Â
You look a little flushed, maybe from the heat, or from the lack of clothing. Steve can see your bare shoulder, his eyes tracking a drop as it rolls down your collarbone. None of this helps his runaway thoughts.Â
He stands up without thought. Then he realises how strange he might look, like a dog standing to attention.Â
âFeeling boober?â Steve says, like an idiot. Heat floods his face as he realises his flub. âBETTER! Are you feeling better?âÂ
Heâs thankful that you at least laugh, a pretty sound that you tuck behind your hand. You have the nerve to wiggle your eyebrows at him, a far cry from the confidence heâs come to expect from you in the past. Steve canât denyâ he adores it.Â
âWhat are you thinking about?âÂ
âGod,â Steve groans. He shoves his face into his hands and turns around, his back to you. His words are muffled over his shoulder. âDonât even ask me that right now.âÂ
Another laugh titters out of you. Steve canât resist peering over his shoulder. The steam curls out through the gap of the door, leaving dew on your skin. You look ethereal, like a dewy angel from a dream.
âAlright,â you relent playfully. Youâre fighting a smile and losing, badly. Steve yearns. âCan you please pass me my bag?âÂ
This next time the door opens again and you step out, thereâs less tantalising skin to tease Steve and his wandering mind. Thereâs still a flash of wet skin, the curve between your shoulder and neck. Steve wants to lick it, kiss it, devour it til the skin beneath is riddled with the bruises of a lover.Â
For a moment, youâre simply admired â Steveâs eyes on you, adoring and soft, as you creep out the bathroom like you donât want to make too much noise.Â
You notice in your absence Steve has cajoled a little tray table into his room, tucked up at the foot of his bed. Atop it sits a chunky television, antennae sticking up in perfectly straight lines. The ones at home on yours are slightly warped from all the readjusting.Â
âHey,â Steve says. Heâs on the bed this time, and while he doesnât get up this time, he sits up straighter as you emerge from the bathroom. You put your bag down, abandoning it by the door and try to quell your nerves.Â
Steve, unless heâs somehow obtained x-ray vision and hadnât told you, canât see the nice matching set youâve got beneath your comfy clothes.Â
He wonât see itâ unless this night goes where you think it might, where you hope it might, but even still, the thought manages to make you fluster.Â
âHi.â You say back, voice closer to a whisper.Â
The bed sinks beneath your weight as you climb on to situate yourself beside Steve. Heâs all soft corners and crinkled eyes, his arm raised up in an instant for you to tuck yourself under. Even warmer in his arms, your heart delights when he gives you a little squeeze.
âAlright, movie time!â The television at the foot of the bed pulls Steve away from you. He unwinds his arm enough to crawl down the bed. The grey ringer shirt he has one slips forward a bit and at your angle, you can catch more than a sliver of his tan tummy.Â
Without thinking, your thighs press together tightly as heat flares between them. You can trace the alluring wiry trail of hair with your eyes until it disappears into his pyjama pants, continuing out of sight. A part of your wants.Â
You want to see where it goes, want to curl your fingers into his waistband and work it downwards, you want find out if the moles go all the way down his thighs like you hope they do.
Hunger sinks its teeth into your skin; a hunger youâve been getting more and more familiar with.Â
âOkay, pervert,â Steveâs cheeky remark shakes you from your thoughts and you start to stammer. Heâs clearly caught you staring. âCanât say I blame you for oglingââÂ
âI was notââ Â
ââ because I have been told before that I have a very distracting and attractive behind.âÂ
You sputter and despite your best efforts, a little laugh splutters through as well because well, yeah, heâs not wrong â but your brain is stuck on repeat with something else entirely.Â
Tummy, tummy, tummy, the hair on his tummy, the hair leading down into his pants. Â
âYeah, uh huh, okay, Harrington,â You slump back against the pillows with a dramatic sigh, clearly teasing. âIf you say so.âÂ
The television flickers to life right as Steve lunges back towards you with all the energy of a labrador puppy. He squishes down onto you so quickly that you actually squeal in surprise.Â
âOh, Iâm back to just Harrington now?â He pouts, squeezing even closer to you. Youâre laughing, flattened beneath him in a way that you canât even wiggle your arms out. Heâs draped across you dramatically. You trust him completely.Â
âItâs your name, isnât it?âÂ
âI thought my name was,â He leans closer and kisses your neck. âBoyfriend. Or baby. Orrrrrr,âÂ
He kisses up your neck and onto your cheek. His hazel eyes are bright, crinkled in his grin so much that his lashes kiss in the corner. He kisses your nose. âHandsome.âÂ
âMmmhm,â you revel in the never-ending affection, glowing from the inside with happiness. You wiggle your arms to make Steve push himself up, just enough to free them from being smothered against your chest. Free to roam, your hands find the sides of his face.Â
âWhat aboutâŚâ You begin. Steve watches you closely, evidently gleeful from the touchiness of your hands. He pushes into your palm, turning to kiss it fast. âMy snookums.âÂ
You exaggerate the word, your voice going all sugary to butter it up. You watch as emotions ripple across Steveâs faceâ the twitch in his nose as he tries not to outright frown at you. How polite he is.Â
Itâs only as he catches the grin spreading across your face, wicked and just loving watching him squirm at the terrible pet-name, does he catch on to your jest. A sigh of relief and a chuckle whooshes out of him at once.Â
âOh, thank God youâre joking.â He drops all his weight into your waiting hands, grinning when you let his face flops forward into your chest. His words are completely muffled as he speaks into your chest. âThat couldâve been serious grounds for a breakup.â
You huff a laugh and nudge him up best you can. âYeah, alright, drama queen. Your movie is starting.âÂ
Steveâs head pops up, his head twisting back towards the television like he had forgotten about its existence until you had mentioned it.Â
âOh true,â He says. He pushes up off you to sit himself up, shuffling back so instead you can lean on him. Re-situating his arms around you, Steve hums absentmindedly as he throws a leg over you, tangling it with yours. Thoroughly intertwined, you both sink back into the pillows.Â
The credits roll up and off the screen, the first five minutes of the film whisked away while you and Steve were settling down. Now, the opening scene begins, the grainy picture on the screen buzzing as it plays the VHS.Â
You get approximately two minutes of silence, your and Steveâs heads turned towards the television, until distraction kicks in.
You do your best to ignore it as his head turns towards you, your eyes still focused on the screen, but all your attention runs to Steve. He nudges a little closer to you, his nose pressing into your temple and right as you realise heâs smelling you, he saysâÂ
âDid you use my body wash?âÂ
You freeze.Â
âIâ was I not supposed to?â Your voice comes out a bit weaker than intended.Â
Steve lets out a soft noise, somewhere between a sigh and a groan, only worrying you further. He starts to shift around a bit, retracting his leg back an inch, his nose no longer nudging close along your temple; all actions that contrast his assuring words.Â
âNo, no, no, itâs fine, youâre fineââ Despite his words, he shifts again. His hips shuffle backward, one of his hands moving down subtlety as he can to fuss with his pyjama pants.Â
It takes about two more seconds for you to get it â clued in by Steveâs suddenly scarlet cheeks and his embarrassed expression.Â
Your mouth drops open a bit unwittingly.Â
âAre youââÂ
âYes.â Steve grates out. He abandons fixing the growing tent in his pants to cover his face with his hands, rolling slightly away from you. You can feel the heat of his embarrassment radiating off him. His words are slightly muffled from behind his palms.Â
âIâm so sorry. I didnât meanâ I didnât even realise that was something that got me going until, like, right this second.â Â
Itâs adorable that heâs so flustered and that heâs apologising. Youâve never had that happen before. Youâve never had someone so conscious of how it might seemâ never someone like Steve who doesnât seem to come with any expectations.Â
A thread of relief jolts through you. It reaffirms what you already know; anything you want to do will be done on your terms.Â
And with his eyes covered up, if you glance down at his pants for good hard lookâŚ. well, thatâs between you and the universe.
âSteve,â your fingers curl around one of his wrists, tugging it gently. You try to coax his face out of hiding, your smile somewhere between giggly and endeared. âItâsâ itâs okay, really, you donât have to apologise. Iâ I mean, Iâm honestly flattered.âÂ
Steve deflates a bit, torn between relief and his still persistent concern. He had made a committed plan that he wouldnât make any moves until you initiated it first and yet, here he was, like every other male in Hawkins. Popping a boner the moment you settle down to innocently cuddle. God, heâs the worst!
A pout forms on his lips. He wishes he could rewind the last 2 minutes and spend the whole movie holding his breath.Â
âWhat is it about the body wash?âÂ
Your question takes him by surprise, given the way his other hand drops off from covering his face. He blinks up at you, cheeks still with a hint of cherry red.Â
âI- I dunno.â He admits. âLike I said I didnât even realise thatâŚâÂ
Steveâs cheeks flush with colour again. He clears his throat. âThat would have that effect on me.âÂ
Something within you preens, a fire stoked by his honest admission; a zing shooting down your spine because you donât think you will ever get used to hearing how Steve wants you.
âWell,â you begin, the word more timid than you hoped it would be. You clear your throat and cast a glance at the television, feigning casualness. âIf I was the causeâŚâÂ
You let your hand come up, brushing across his warm tummy. Look up at him through your lashes, hoping, praying it looks sexier than youâre feelingâ which is somewhere between flustered and foolish.
Still, Steveâs throat bobs. You watch his eyes dart down to your lingering hand, an inch or so above his waistband.Â
âMaybe, I can be the remedy.âÂ
A tiny groan scrapes out of Steveâs throat, like he would love nothing more. Even so, he pins you with a sincere look, hazel eyes burning into yours.Â
âYou donât have to do that.â He assures you. âI meanââ He coughs awkwardly. âIt will go away, uh, in time.âÂ
âIâm aware how it works, Steve.âÂ
âOh, are you?â Steve jokesâ laughing when you wallop him in the chest. He grabs your hand, stopping your assault mid-motion with a cheeky smile. âOkay! Okay, I deserved that.âÂ
He releases your hand and you let it fall onto his chest. Nerves prickle beneath your skin but with them is something new, something youâve only gained since your time with Steve; anticipation.Â
Steeling your anxiety, you let your hand trail down his chest slowlyâ enough time that he could halt you before you embarrassed yourself. But he doesnât. Steve watches you closely, his chest rising and falling a bit harder as your hand nears his waistband.Â
This time, you donât stop. You let your fingers brush over the tented fabric hesitantly, torn between wanting to watch your hand or to see his face. As confidently as you can, you palm across his bulgeâ feeling the heat of his hard length thickening up under your hand.Â
Steve groans lowly.Â
You look up at him as you rub him softly, taking in his large pupils and pink lips. Heâs watching you too, his eyes darting between your face and the hand on his cock.Â
âIs this okay?â You check. The movie crackles on in the background, idle noise. Steve nods quickly, a curl of his hair falling down onto his forehead.Â
âYeah,â He says, voice breathier than it was a minute ago. You try out a harder rub, beginning to feel out the shape of his cock, and you curl your fingers around it. Steve groans again, a little bit louder, his eyelashes fluttering.Â
Still, he composes himself enough to ask, âIs this okay for you?âÂ
âHmmm,â you draw out the noise, the smile on your face giving away your faux-thinking. You squeeze him again, right as you murmur, âMaybe make that noise again and Iâll see.âÂ
But any noise he makes is captured in your mouth as he surges forward, one of his hands curling up under your jaw. His fingers slide into your hair and his lips are sweet and soft, hungry for more against your own.Â
You canât help but melt under his kisses, body relaxing into the sheets as you let yourself be kissed breathlessly. A warmth pools deep within your chest, drooling down into your stomach. Anticipations sinks in. Your thighs rub together.Â
Losing the nerve and the focus, your hand slips up to cup at Steveâs hipâ but if he cares, he doesnât show it. Instead, he takes it as a cue to press forward, leaning his weight onto on his elbows to hold his weight as he shifts up, his lips never leaving yours.Â
Itâs one smooth motion, the way he slips a leg between your own, his body held up and hovering above yours. He kisses, slow and languid. You ache. Your lips havenât ever been so kissed before.Â
It isnât until his thigh shifts up and presses just right do you notice it properly â unable to swallow your shallow gasp, lips halting against Steveâs as a bolt of pleasure blooms deep in your gut. Your eyelashes flutter, a shadow of embarrassment threatening your cheeks.Â
âSâokay?â Steve whispers, not relenting any of his closeness. His lips brush yours.Â
You nod gently, a quiet hum sounding in your throat. Youâre not entirely sure you can form words right now. Not when it feels like your heartbeat is everywhere â when you can feel the heat between your legs, the tightness of your nipples as they peak, the undeniable thrum of lust building within you.Â
And certainly not when you can feel Steve, his hardness pressed up against your thigh, his pupils bigger than usual. Theyâre ringed in that hazel you loveâ a colour that might be your new favourite ever.Â
Fuck, youâre in deep. What an incredibly sappy thought to have while youâre getting hot and bothered. Did Steve think that way about you too? Think about the colour of your eyes while he kissed your mouth?
âIâŚâ You finally find your voice and Steve pulls back a couple inches so he can see you properly. His eyes dart over your face adoringly, his lips rosy red from all the kisses and quirked into a smile. He looks at you as if youâre everything.Â
âI want toâŚâ You say, unable to find the words to finish your sentence. Embarrassment winds up inside you, ready to spring free but Steve seems uncaring at your hesitance.Â
âYou wanna what?âÂ
He kisses the corner of your mouth with a hum. Endlessly patient. Somehow your stomach churns a little faster at that. Nerves stand up on their end, a thousand uneasy prickles over your body.Â
âI want to.â You say this time, firmer. âDo more.âÂ
It still sounds too mousy coming out and you see a flicker of something on Steveâs face.Â
âIf you do, I mean.â You add on quickly. âI want to if you do.â
Steve huffs a quiet laugh, like the idea of checking in with him was a bit absurd. His gaze roams over your face slowly, taking his fine time just looking at you. He looks as though he doesnât quite know what to say.Â
He lands on, âYou donât seem sure.âÂ
Your heart flip-flops at the wrinkle between his eyebrows, his concern evident. He fixes you with a serious, sincere look.
You nod, your hair scrunching up against the pillow as you do. âI am. I justâŚâÂ
You sink your teeth into your bottom lip and worry it, thinking of how to put this. Youâve said it before, youâve told him how it was in the past, how you hadnât enjoyed it and yetâŚ
Feeling too squirmish under Steveâs intense stare, you avert your eyes to look at the ceiling and swallow the knot in your throat.Â
Your voice comes out a whisper. âI want to try but Iâm not sureâ I just I canât promise that Iâll- that yâknow, IââÂ
Eyes crushing closed, you try to seize your bubbling anxiety before it seizes you. This is Steve. You trust him wholly. Just a moment ago you were thinking about how much you like him andâ
âHey,â Steve murmurs lowly, nudging his nose into yours. Your eyes open. He smiles softly when he says, âI have no interest in doing something you donât enjoy.âÂ
The protest flounders up inside you before you can stop it. âButââÂ
âSo,â He cuts you off pointedly. âIf we give it a go and you donât like it, thatâs okay. We can just figure out what you do enjoy, okay?â
For a long moment, you just stare up at him. Â
âYeah? So we can just try and if it⌠If IâŚâ You flounder for words, sounding like you think it must be too good to be true. You stare up at the ceiling as you try to verbalise the biggest hurdle, the final niggling worry.
You peer back up at Steveâs face. âYou⌠you wouldnât be disappointed if we started but then I wanted to stop?âÂ
Some emotion shutters across Steveâs face, a flash of devastation. You mistake it for annoyance.Â
An unwelcome hitch suddenly twists in your stomach. âI'm sorry, I know that youâ we already- last time, we talked about this and I should knowââÂ
âStop it,â Steve interrupts with a soft shake of his head. âStop doing that, itâs fine to feel unsure or- or to not know what you like. It takes time and experience to figure what you do like.âÂ
His hand shifts up, brushing the hair back from your forehead. He leaves it there, the warmth of his hand a comfort. His fingers curl lightly into your hair.Â
âThatâs all I wanna do,â He breathes softly, his lips tugging up at the corners. He looks unbearably earnest, his brown eyes shining. âJust wanna do what you like. Wanna figure out what you like.âÂ
He leans down and kisses your cheek. Then your jaw. Then that soft sensitive spot under your ear. You squirm but this time for all the right reasons.Â
âYâwant me to do that?â He murmurs.Â
Youâre breathing a little heavier and when Steve nips at your earlobe sparingly, just a love bite and a flash of teeth, your breath catches loudly. Desire surges through you, hot and straight between your legs.Â
It takes another moment to remember heâs asked you a question.Â
âYeahâŚâ you breathe. You wanna nod but you donât want him to stop what heâs doing. Your throat bobs as you swallow. âI wanna do that. Wannaâ wanna learn what you like too.âÂ
Steve hums, a pleased sound, and he kisses languidly at your neck. His lips, soft and plush, scrape against your skin in a way that gathers heat low in your gut. Your hips tilt forward an inch, moving against his thigh almost imperceptibly.
âYeah?âÂ
The way he says it, the way the word rolls out of his mouth, all husky and low, makes your nipples peak.Â
âWe get to learn together, hm?â He kisses your neck again. The soft press of his tongue and the gentle scrape of his teeth have you gripping the sheets, almost white knuckled.Â
Suddenly, you canât stand to not be touching him. Your hands fly from the sheets, fingers curling around his midriff, feeling at the warm skin. His t-shirt is warmed by him. You slip your hands beneath it as he bites where your shoulder meets your neck, soft enough to make you sigh.Â
Your hand finds skin. Finally, finally, you get your hands on that damned happy trail thatâs been all but haunting your daydreams for the past months.Â
As Steve kisses down your neck, you trace the line of hair with your finger slowly. Your thumb strokes the coarse hair all the way down to his waistband, gentle and hungry all at onceâ trying to commit it all to memory. Unwittingly, Steve shivers at the motion.Â
âFuck,â his breath shudders against your neck. He tucks his face in closer, fighting the urge to press his body up against yours and grind. You feel the twitch in his hips anyway. âYou drive me crazy.âÂ
âMe too,â you gasp when he pulls off your neck, blowing cool air across the heated skin heâs been dedicating himself to. You wonder if a bruise will come up, beautiful and kiss-bitten. You clench a little at the thought, the heat between your thighs only increasing.Â
A mark from himâ a mark of a lover.Â
You want to give one to him too. Managing to remember you can do things with your hands, other than just pawing at his back, you shift them up to curl into his hair. Tugging gently, you coax his face up enough so you can nose alone the length of his neck.Â
Steveâs panting and you can hear his breath catch when you start planting kiss after kiss on his skinâ dragging your bottom lip across those glorious moles you adore so much.Â
Without meaning to, you press him back and Steve lets himself roll back onto the mattress, his hands tugging you closer. You take the invitation and struggle for a moment to get up over his hips, one leg too tangled in the blanket on the bed.Â
âMy leg,â you laugh weakly, having to retract a hand from his hair to free it. When you do, you settle down, straddling his hips, and try not to lose your confidence. Still, you canât help apologising. âSorry.âÂ
Steve peers up at you lovingly, frowning a little when you apologise. âWhat? No, itâs fine.âÂ
He shifts one hand and grabs the loose blanket beside you and then hefts it up, throwing it as far as he can off the bed with a grunt. It lands somewhere behind you with a soft noise.Â
âBlanketâs fault.â He says, brown eyes back on you. âFreaking cockblock. I got rid of him, babe, donât worry.âÂ
You snort a little, leaning down to kiss his perfect lips.
âMy hero.â You murmur sarcastically against them.Â
âOoh, say that again, baby,â Steve moans exaggeratedly, throwing his head back onto the pillow dramatic, his eyes screwed shit. Â
You laugh, unknowingly relaxing a little further into him. You swat at his chest.Â
âSteve.âÂ
âOh!â He moans again, all girlish and fake, and twists his head in the other direction. âI love it when you say my name like Iâm an idiot!âÂ
You gasp, but itâs still hidden in your laughter as you hit his chest again, for a different reason this time.Â
âDonât say that!â You say genuinely. âI donât think youâre an idiot.âÂ
Steve drops the act, his eyes creasing open to shine up at you. Heâs glowing beneath you, cheeks a bit flushed and grinning like heâs a little bit in love with you. You think he might be.Â
âNo, you donât.â He agrees. He soothes his hands up and down your sides. âOnly idiot is that idiot who let you think there was anything wrong with you.âÂ
âUgh,â you scoff. âPlease donât bring him up ever againâ least of all when weâre in bed.âÂ
Steve squeezes your sides gently and smiles up at you like he hasnât heard a word youâve said. âNoted.âÂ
And then you kiss him.Â
For a couple of minutes itâs this easy, lazy making out that you love. Though, itâs like thereâs a furnace turning up beneath you both, the intensity getting more feverish with every kiss. When Steve finally pulls back from you, panting, he looks as flustered as you feel.Â
âCan I take these off?âÂ
His fingers are curled into the waistband of your pyjama pants. You nod before you can overthink it, letting him shimmy them down your thighs and settling yourself down on the comforter. Steve sits up a bit beside you, to tug them down your legs and off your ankles.Â
Steveâs focus is on his hands but your gaze is stuck on his faceâ and you watch as he tosses your pants behind him carelessly. His eyes fix on your cunt, hidden away behind your lacy panties.Â
âWoah,â he murmurs softly, eyes flicking up to meet yours. He leans down on his elbows, one arm on either side of your hips and pings the elastic on the cutest lingerie you own. âThese are very pretty.âÂ
He sounds like he means it, his voice tinged with lust. It gives you a moment of confidence.Â
âYeah?â You ask. You slide your hands up, pushing your shirt up gingerly as you to reveal the matching bra to him.
Even from your distance, you can see how Steveâs pupils dilate, blowing way out. âYou like them?âÂ
Steve letâs out a pained noise as his head flops over, his nose pressed into your hipbone. One of his hands reaches down between his legs, adjusting himself in his pants.Â
He looks back up at you, hair a bit mussed, and pouts.
âThatâs not fair! Thatâs so not fair. Did you plan this? Blindside me by wearing my body wash and then surprise me with matching lingerie?âÂ
The way he says it, all faux accusatory, makes you grin. He sits up long enough to tug his own shirt off, discarding it behind him, and crawls up the bed to kiss you. You catch a glint of the single chain he wears around his neck before he's kissing you.
âYouââ Kiss. âlookââ Kiss. âsoââ Kiss. âfuckinâââ Kiss. âhot.âÂ
He pulls back, taking a moment to just gaze at you before he leans back further, scuttling down the sheets til heâs paused between above your legs.Â
Something within you flares hotly at the memory of the last time he was in the position. You feel a warm pulse in your cunt, a trickle of slick coating your panties. Your hips shift an inchâ half nerves, half anticipation.
Steve kisses you over your panties, like last time, the first chaste and on your clit. The next is a little lower, a little slower, his lips parting further and his tongue pressing languidly against your core. You squirm, breathing a little heavier.Â
His hands grips gently at your hips, moving up to smooth over your thighs. He lets his fingers slip forward, the tips of them pressing lightly into your inner thighs. He pulls them further apart and ruins you a bit when he kisses sweet along the skin of your thigh.Â
âIâm pretty sure we could just do this every time and Iâd be happy,â Steve says, but itâs paired a chuckle fringed with nerves.
He looks up at you and you realise it is a bit of nervousnessâ like heâs worried you might find it embarrassing just how much he likes it.Â
Your blood hums in response, warmer, all of it rushing down your body. You donât know quite what to say to that, so you say, âYeah?âÂ
Steve smiles, that flash of nervousness already gone or cleverly hidden. He gives your thighs a gentle squeeze with his large hands and rubs his cheek up against one of them.Â
âAre you kidding me? I think Iâd do anything you wanted just to hear those noises you made again.âÂ
Your lips part slightly in surprise. Heâs always so startlingly honest and forward with his feelings but, somehow, it still manages takes you by surpriseâ that heâs not at all shy about how much he likes you.Â
Scrambling for an appropriately sexy response, you come up blank and instead decide to press your thighs together. Between them, Steveâs cheeks squish forward, his lips forming an absurdly funny pout.Â
âHey!â He exclaims.
It comes out a little muffled with his face squidged up and the mixture of both his face and voice makes you laugh. You release him, legs falling apart, feeling the breath of his laugh again your skin.Â
âKidding, you can warm my ears anytime you want, honey,â Heâs still grinning up at you when he says it. Part of you know heâs being completely serious.Â
Your gut burns low. You resist the urge to squirm, feeling the heat chase down to your cunt. Itâs hard to relax when he manages to make you feel so keyed up.Â
âStop getting distracted.â You jest.Â
âYou stop getting distracted,â He jibes back, but his focus drifts back down, his eyes darkening with a fiery lust.��
He rubs the skin of your thighs again, soothingly, and lets one hand creep forward til his knuckles are brushing up against the edge of your panties. His thumb presses forward, into the wet spot youâve soaked through.Â
Even so, he still asks, âHow we doinâ? Still feeling good?âÂ
You nod quickly, then think verbal confirmation is probably far better. âYeah, still good.âÂ
Realising youâre staring up at the ceiling, hard, you flick your eyes down between your legs. Even if it doesnât feel particularly sexy, you still have to say it. âThank you for checking.âÂ
âOf course,â Steve says. He pinches the elastic of your panties lightly, his eyebrows raising in question. âGonna take these off, yeah? Then you let me know if you donât like anything Iâm doing.âÂ
Despite your history, a huge part of you wants to say yeah, fat chance of that because yeah, youâre beginning to wonder if your boyfriend has some genuinely magical fingers. And a magical mouth. And wait, does that mean his coâ
The thought gets ripped away as you feel your panties get tugged downwards and you quickly lift your hips to help. Though heâs seen you bare before, itâs impossible to stop the flush that rolls through your body, hot and tinged with embarrassment. You want to close your legs but Steve between them prevents that from happening.Â
âHere,â Steve hums, reaching a hand up to scoop up your own from the bedsheets.
He gives it a quick kiss on the palm and then moves it up to land in his hair. âYou let me know how mâdoing, okay?âÂ
Your fingers curl into his brunette locks automatically and grip tightly when he leans in, his hot tongue dipping between your folds. Pleasure drips into your body as he begins to lick softly, his skilled tongue finding your bundle of nerves quickly and twisting around it.Â
Heat builds. You close your eyes and let yourself enjoy it, soft pants escaping your lips as Steve kisses and suckles where youâre most sensitive, til thereâs a moan lacing every breath.Â
Fuck, heâs so good at this. How is he so good at this?Â
One of his hands on your thighs starts to knead gently as the other one slides forward, til his thumb is rested at your slicked entrance. He hasnât stopped sucking on your clit but your sudden sharp inhale catches his attention.Â
âSorry,â you say instinctively.Â
âItâs fine,â Steve soothes, his thumb circling around your soaked hole, which clenches in response.
He kisses your thigh. Desire burns you up from within, your fingers twisting a little tighter in his hair, giving away your nerves.Â
âWeâre just figuring out what you like, yeah?â He muses, his words half comfort, half lust.Â
You nod but donât speak, trying to trust him enough to let his words calm you. Steve gives you a moment to breathe before he resumes the work with his mouth, his hot mouth suckling at your clit once again.Â
He waits until youâre back to those quiet, shy lusty little noises before he tries again, prodding softly at your entrance in warning before he gently sinks his finger in. You gasp again, hands tightening in his hair â as something molten hot shoots right up your spine.Â
âSteve,â you cry out his name. It feels... good, which feels like a fucking miracle in itself. He begins to fuck the finger in and out slowly, still lapping at your clit. A heat that youâve only felt once before starts to nip at your skin, bleeding into each nerve.Â
Your panting grows heavier and without meaning to, you clench down around him, desperate for a little more.Â
��See, you like that one, huh?â Steve mumbles against you, his dark eyes flashing up to take in your face contorted in pleasure. His cock thickens unbearably in his pants, too confined. You nod, hair scrunching up against the pillow.Â
âYeaâyes,â You say, feeling your hips rock down an inch. You want more of that.Â
Steve obliges, more than willingly, adding another finger. It slides in with little resistance. Itâs hotter than anything else to get to see you like this, pliant and horny, rocking your hips against his mouth.Â
To get to make you like thisâ sucking on your cute little clit and fucking his fingers in, hearing the adorable squelch of your wetness. Youâre so turned on it makes his brain melt a bit, the way youâre leaking all over his fingers. Steveâs cock throbs desperatelyâ but he wants to make sure youâre stretched out enough to take him. If you want that, that is.
He eases one more finger in, keeping a careful watch on your face to see how you take it. You keen beautifully, back arching slightly as he curls his fingers and begins to stretch you out.Â
You pant deliriously, these tiny whimpers beginning to slip out your throat. Steve wishes he could see your face, the cute scrunch of your brows as you moanâ but happily settles for latching his lips back onto your cunt.Â
Three fingers feel even better than two, you find, as you grip the sheets tightlyâ youâre throbbing but in this torturous way, balancing on the edge of too much and not enough. Thereâs a hint of pain lingering at the back, but not enough to distract you from the pleasure.Â
It takes you by surprise then, when the pleasure suddenly tapers off, your eyes creasing up open and head popping up. You realise Steve is slowly stopping, his slick fingers slipping out of you as he sits back up a bit.Â
âWhyâd you stop?â You say without thinking.
Flushing, you quickly follow it up. âEveryâ everything okay?âÂ
God, you sound wiped. Your chest is still heaving and your clit twitches, missing the stimulation of your boyfriendâs mouth. The air smells honeyed and perfumed with sex.Â
âYou tell me,â Steve murmurs sweetly, his lips grazing the inside of your knee in an almost kiss. âYou said you wanted to do more. Is this enough more?âÂ
Your heart nearly bursts in the pure consideration. God, heâs so fucking nice to you. So unbothered to take things your pace, so attuned to making you feel good. You know that you could happily do this more for the rest of the night.Â
But itâs not what you had in mind â and the longer you wait, the more youâre beginning to crave getting Steve to a similar state youâre in. Moaning, flushed in the face, his hands buried in your hair.Â
âWe can do more,â You say, your voice dropping back into that shy whisper.Â
Steve watches you closely, his hand still absentmindedly rubbing at your thigh dotingly.Â
You clear your throat and speak a little louder. âI wanna do more.âÂ
âYeah?â Steve says, his grin growing. He huffs and shakes his head a little, dropping your gaze.Â
âI mean, believe me, even if we justââ He gestures vaguely between your thighs. ââ did this all night? Night well spent.âÂ
You know he means it, especially with his hungry gaze that dips back down, his tongue slipping out to lick his bottom lip briefly.
You press up onto one elbow and reach out one hand, hooking your finger over the one single chain he wears. Thereâs a ring looped on it, the one you gave him as a promise, and just the sight of it makes you glow inside.Â
You tug the chain forward lightly and him with it, Steve shifting up the bed til youâre nearly face to face, his frame hovering above you. The beds dips beneath his hands as they crawl up to either side of your waist, his intense eyes locking onto your face. He might be holding his breath.Â
Swallowing, you move up and press your lips to his in a slow, soft kiss. It turns deeper, hotter, heavier. You swipe your tongue into his mouth and Steve lets out a pitiful noise in response, pressing his mouth against yours desperately.Â
Drawing back with a little gasp, you open your eyes and repeat your earlier sentiment, âI want to do more.âÂ
Steve watches you, his exhale shaking slightly. You dot a kiss on his cheek quick, pulling back to meet his eyes.
âI want to do more with you.âÂ
A kiss on his other cheek, just as fast. Pink blooms beneath where your lips touch.
âI want to do more, right now.âÂ
Steve smiles splits into a grin, his eyes shining as he chuckles, the sound doused in fondness. âOkay, okay, I got the message,â He murmurs.Â
Pushing back to sit on his heels, he turns and rummages around in his bedside table for a moment. You lay back on the pillows and try catch your breath, knowing itâs only a matter of time before itâs stolen once more.Â
When Steve pulls back, thereâs a row of condoms in one hand and a bottle of lube in the other. He tears off one of the condoms and throws the rest of them behind him without thought.
You canât help but tilt your head up, neck straining a bit, not wanting to look away for a moment as Steve raises onto his knees and pushes his boxers down. His cock kicks up, released from its confines with a soft slap against his happy trail.Â
Unwittingly, your mouth waters a bit.
And look, youâve seen a dick before, okay? Itâs pretty hard to sleep with someone and not see one, unless you have your eyes closed the entire time.Â
But Steveâs cock isâŚÂ pretty.Â
Pink and aching, the head of it slick with a bit of pre-cumâ that you realise heâs gotten from being worked up whilst eating you out. You gush a little at the dizzying thought.Â
You want to touch it â or put it in your mouth so you can drool over it, can suck on it, can feel the heady weight of it on your tongue. Or, as you realise what the ache of your cunt means, you really, really want him to fuck you with it.Â
Instinct drives your thighs apart, beckoning him between them. Steveâs eyes darken as he notes the motion, moving a bit more hastily to tear the condom packet open. He rolls it down his length, quick and precise.Â
âOkay,â Steve breathes, reaching out for the lube and drizzling a generous amount into his palm. He keeps the bottle within reach as he slicks it over his heavy cock, a beautiful groan pushing out his throat as he does.Â
âOkay,â He says again, a little breathier than before. Shuffling forward, Steve lines himself up with your core gently before halting. His eyes dart up to your face.
âYou let me know if thereâs anything you donât like or you wanna stop.âÂ
You nod, his ardent care only serving to fuel your lust. Youâll coo over it in the afterglowâ right now you want to be around him, want to feel him pulsing inside you, want to feel full where youâre suddenly feeling so, so empty.Â
Steve shifts forward, beginning to sink into you with a low groan of pleasure.Â
The first few seconds are bliss â Steveâs done his job well at warming you up and something hungry awakens with a burst of pleasure as you take the first few inches.
Then, something a little more uncomfortable joins the mix.Â
You try not to squirm, disappointment inflating as your pleasure is robbed by the twinges of pain. Itâs not unbearable but youâre enjoying yourself less. Steve moves in another inch and then discomfort abruptly becomes pain.
You inhale sharply, teeth gritted together, and Steve stops moving in an instant.Â
âWoah, yâokay?âÂ
You nod, even as your eyes slip shut. Half of this is a mental game, you know thatâyouâll never loosen up if you donât try to relax.Â
âYeah,â you say quietly, voice a bit tight. âJustâ just gimme a minute.âÂ
Steve murmurs a quiet sure but after a moment he says, âWait, lemmeââ and moves forward so heâs hovering above you instead of sitting back, your faces much closer now. The jostling doesnât help but having Steve closer does.Â
He keeps his hips as still as he can and kisses your cheek. You donât open your eyes just yet, willing yourself desperately to relax, to enjoy it. You take a deep breath.
âWe can stop,â Steve whispers.Â
You shake your head. Creasing your eyes open, you move your hands up so you can twine them around Steveâs neck in almost a hug. Steve leans down and kisses your cheek again, then steals a kiss from your lips.Â
âI wannaââ You gasp, frustration mounting at how the pain doesnât seem to be subsiding. You sound miserable as you cling to him closer. âI want this to work.âÂ
âItâs okay if it doesnât,â Steve responds, his arm shifting up so he can trace his thumb over your cheekbone.Â
The movement moves his hips forward another inch, pain spiking so severely that you wince aloud, your face pinched in discomfort. Thatâs all it takes for Steve to shift back, easing out of you gently. Youâre devastated at the relief that follows.Â
âOkay, Iâm not doing that if it hurts youââÂ
âIt wasnât,â You lie fruitlessly. You know Steve heard your winceâbut maybe if you lie, you can trick your body.Â
Hands coming up to cover your face, you scrunch your eyes up, annoyed at how they sting with tears so quickly. Your voice is all wobbly when you say, âIâm sorry. I'm sorry, I really want this to work, Steve.âÂ
Steve aches at your words, moving in to tug at your hands. His voice is soft, sweet.
âHey, hey, I know that, sweetheart.âÂ
You donât let him in, hands still shielding your face. He kisses your knuckles instead, his thumbs swiping up and down your wrists comfortingly.Â
He waits a moment before he continues, voice buttery soft, âI know you want this. Itâs not your fault if your body only likes it some ways and not others. You canât control that and I know that.â Â
You take one deep breath and it shudders as you inhale, sounding far too teary for Steveâs liking. He tugs at your wrists again, relieved when you let him pull them away tentatively. You arenât crying but you look damn near close.Â
âWhatâs got you so upset, huh?â Steve coos, nuzzling in close, his nose brushing against yours.
He releases your wrists to cup your face, tender and soft, his brows knit together in his concern. âYou know I donât mind- I told you that I donât care what we do, just that youâre enjoying it.âÂ
You take another shaky inhale, a little more stable than the last. Steve can feel how you move to press back against him, nuzzling him back. You take another moment before you reply.Â
âI just-â You start, voice still tight. âItâs so stupid. I wanted itâ I wanted to enjoy it. And that doesnât even seem to matter to my body. It doesnât even change how it feels and that sucks. Like I canât control this part of me.âÂ
Steve listens dutifully, waiting til you finish and your eyes find him.
âWell,â He starts, averting his eyes somewhat sheepishly. âTake everything I say with a grain of salt, okay? But⌠your body doesnât hurt just to mess with you, right?âÂ
He waits a moment for your tentative nod. âRight. So, itâs not for nothing. Itâs trying to tell you something and- and ignoring that isnât having control. You have to listen and work with your body â itâs your partner in all this.âÂ
âI thought you were my partner,â you whisper, the small smile on your lips giving away your joke. Steve faux rolls his eyes and kisses the tip of your nose.Â
âIâm your other partner.â He smiles. Then sighs, casting his gaze above your head for a moment before meeting your eyes again. âAm I making any sense?âÂ
Wiggling one hand up, you place it on his cheek tenderly and begin to whisper. âYouâre making a lot of sense actually.âÂ
Steve sighs, leaning his face into the palm of your hand with a huff. âWell, thatâs a relief.âÂ
For a minute, thereâs only quiet. Your emotions come down from their swell and you take the time to admire the beautiful boy above you, who seems to be doing just the same to you.Â
After a moment of time, you clear your throat and say, âCan we try again?âÂ
Steve seems to think on it for a moment before he nods, turning to kiss your palm.Â
âThis is gonna make me sound like a total guy,â He says, words muffled against your hand. His brown eyes flash up to yours, darting between them. âBut maybe we should try from the back. Like, different angle and all.âÂ
You snort, unable to hold it in because it does sound like such a guy thing to say. Even so, you give a little nod, eager to try something else. You donât even want to acknowledge the mounting dread around disappointing Steve â even with all his assurances, you canât help but feel as though this has been one gigantic let down.Â
As Steve shifts back, you become suddenly aware of the lubed up slick spot on your thigh where Steve's cock was resting and scrunch your nose with a laugh. Peering down, you drag a finger through the wetness left on it.Â
âEw,â you laugh.Â
âEw?â Steve echoes incredulously. âAlright, thatâs it.â His sits up and back, his hands darting down lightning fast, manoeuvring you all of sudden. He hooks his hands under your hips and lifts, twisting so youâre suddenly splayed on your front.Â
Youâre giggling all the while, drunk on the feeling of your boyfriendâs hands as they trail up your sides. The hair of his tanned scrapes against your back as he leans in, mouthing along your shoulder towards your neck.Â
You find your knees and prop yourself up on them, lifting your hips off the sheets of Steveâs bed. At the angle heâs draped himself over you, itâs a perfect line up of his cock with your cunt, the head of it teasing your entrance when you push back.Â
You're relieved that your emotional moment hadn't killed the mood altogether. That same hot, pulsating want from before tears through you and Steve takes a stuttering breath, the slightest moan in his throat. You feel his forehead press against your shoulder blade, as though heâs trying to compose himself.Â
âYou-â He says, the word catching in his throat. As if unable to help himself, his hips grind forward, pushing his aching cock between your slick folds. You make pitiful, keening noises in response, a thread of pleasure run through the two of you.Â
âYou ready?â Steve asks shakily. He relents some of his closeness to grab the lube, giving another generous drizzle into his palm to slather over himself.Â
âPlease,â you whisper, pushing yourself back an inch.Â
This time when Steve pushes himself in, the bliss stretches out, lasting more than just the first couple seconds. You make a high, breathy sigh of a noise and your head drops forward.Â
Steve pauses, his breathing on the ragged side, and checks in. âStill feeling okay?âÂ
You nod feverishly, a whine building up in your throat that threatens to escape if Steve doesnât move. Or maybe if he does move. You canât tell â canât tell anything other than how good it feels to have him inside you, hot and throbbing.Â
âYes,â you manage to gasp out. âYeah, keeping going, please,âÂ
Steve grunts, complying in an instant, sinking his cock further in. Something inside you tightens up againâ but itâs not nearly as noticeable as last time. Still, Steve recognises it and he slows for a moment.Â
âIâm okay,â you assure breathily, face nearly pressed into the bed. You need him to keep moving.Â
And he does; his cock sinks in another inch right as his hand creeps around your hip, searching for something blindly. You barely get one moment of confusion before his calloused fingers drag through the slick on your cunt and move up, pushing against your clit purposefully.Â
You moan, loud and high. The friction of your clit is enough to make your thighs spread a little wider and your hips move back before you even realise what youâre doing, almost the rest of Steveâs cock sinking inside you. It feels good but something else pinches up inside you.
Steve moans, muffling the sound into your skin as he hides his face in your neck.Â
You pant, suddenly dreading how you can feel the prick of pain on the fringes of your pleasure if Steve stretches you too far. "Don't- n-not too much," You warn gently, the words all breathy, still swathed in your pleasure. "Iâuhâ fuck, I don't think I can take it all."
You feel Steve's nod against the back of your neck, accompanied by a low hum in his throat.
âY-yeah, okay,â He stammers. His hips roll forward and he follows your word, not quite pushing all the way in. "F-Fuck."
His breath is hot on your neck and the sudden urge for his kiss is nearly overwhelming. Even not facing him, the way Steve drapes himself around you, gentle even with how he grinds his hips into yours, feels intimate. Your cunt gives a soft squelch.Â
âOh fuck,â Steve gasps, stilling completely â the feeling of you wrapped around him is enough to nearly push him to the edge. He screws his eyes closed and whimpers, trying to keep himself together.Â
âYâokay?â You whisper breathily after a couple of moments, forehead pressed into the sheets. Your hips move just a little bit, shifting in a little circle so his cock slides out an inch, his fingertips grazing across your clit again.Â
âIângh-â Another whine slips out from his throat at your movement and Steveâs hand slips back, gripping your hip tightly. âJesus Christ. Y-Yeah Iâm good, just trying not toâ fuck- end this too quickly.âÂ
He moves a bit, readjusting him arms to hold weight up a little easier.
âBut youâre really wet and, like, really warm,â He grunts, almost accusingly. âAnd I really like you, so,âÂ
You canât help it â a little laugh titters out of you, one of pure delight because Steve is sincere about his feelings. The laugh only serves to make Steve groan louder.Â
âShit,â He gasps, his forehead pressing into your shoulder. âYou canât laugh right now, itâs so not helping.âÂ
âSorry,â you laugh again, a little more apologetic this time.Â
Then, after a moment of gathered bravery, you say, âI donât think I like this position. I canât see your face.âÂ
Steve makes a pained noise from behind you, a breathy and sharp inhale, and suddenly his grip on your hip is twice as tight.Â
âIâm gonna need you to stop talking. Please.â He grits out, voice sounding tight and barely restraining the moan in it. âIâm trying really hard here but youâre making this impossible.âÂ
Steve shifts on his elbow again, bicep bulging as he lowers himself to one side. His hips press into your backside, sinking himself further into your wet heat, as he settles his weight down onto the mattress. The springs make a noise in protest.Â
Youâre still closely intertwined, Steve pressed up against you, still throbbing within you, but now itâs more like⌠youâre spooning.
You settle down too, forcing out an exhale to let yourself melt back into Steveâs chest.Â
He lets out a soft groan again but the new position means he can bury his face in your neck properlyâ and when you turn your head right, he seizes the chance for a kiss.Â
He kisses sweet and slow to begin with, plush lips nipping at yours as if youâre not already in the throes of sex. Like he kisses you hello. His nose nudges against yours and he shimmies an arm beneath you on the bed. It curls itself around your stomach and Steve uses it to bring you even closer.Â
âIs this better?â He whispers. He nudges his hips for a bit, giving a gentle thrust. Something warm flares at the pit of your belly, hungry for more. âStill okay?âÂ
You nod, a whimper escaping your throat as you steal another kiss from his lips. âYes,â You whisper, lips scraping against his, hardly believing it. âFeelsâ feels good, baby,â
Steve finally gives in to his moan, a beautiful noise that sends heat rushing between your thighs. He begins to move more, building a gentle rhythm as he fucks into you, sensual and adoring all in one.Â
Time drips away. You feel much warmer now, pressed up against Steveâs chest, with his kisses all around. One of his hands stays dutifully between your legs, pushing around your bundle of nerves and pulling weak, soft noises from you. The other, you cling to, your fingers twisted as best they can with his.
Pleasure wraps the pair of you up til a soft glow of sex and love settles over the both of you. Steve murmurs doting words, an endless stream of encouragement pouring from his mouth as he nibbles at the shell of your ear.Â
Still feelinâ good? Yeah, you are. Just listen to you- sounding so pretty wrapped around my cock.Â
Fuck, your pussy makes the cutest noises. So wet fâme, isnât she? God, you drive me crazy.Â
Youâre taking me so well, yeah? Being so fuckinâ good fâme- letting me know how you feel. Mâso lucky - fuckinâ loveâ love this with you.
You donât even realise when every gasp out your mouth has turned into a moan, each breath building and mounting. Your chest heaves and Steveâs motions go from lazy to focused. His hips slow a little but his fingers over your clit speed up, dancing across the nerves perfectly.Â
You clutch desperately at the arm he has wrapped around your waist, your head thrown back to rest on his shoulders with your eyes screwed shut. Your hole clenches wildly as you hurtle towards your orgasmâ and go right over the edge without warning.Â
You make this cute little gasping noise, high pitched and wrapped in a pretty sigh, and Steve doesn't think he's ever heard something so sensual, so pretty. His blood seems to thrum in response, pleasure turning the coil in his gut tighter and tighter.
Euphoria melts into your body and you sag into it with a drawn out soft moan, turning your face to search for Steveâs in an instant. One of your hands darts up, sloppily reaching for the back of his neck, suddenly starved of a kiss.Â
You find his lips right as Steve finds his peakâ his handsome face screwing up as he all but whines into your mouth. You capture it, some heavy, open mouthed kiss of desperation shared between you.Â
Pleasure flows over you, hot and heavy, fuelled by the frantic grinds of Steveâs hips into yours as he whimpers into your mouth. Even though some part of you feels vulgar, another, louder, part of you feels like you've taken part in something sacred. Steve's fierce kiss certain feels akin to something holy. Â
After a minute, the euphoria fades. You settle back into your body, feeling the scratch of the cotton sheets beneath you, the sweat of Steveâs chest on your back, the slightly discomfort in between your thighs.Â
Steve can feel it, the moment you tense back up, some unwelcome twinge of pain in your gut. Heâs shuffling back and pulling out before you even have to ask.
Without his chest to lean on, you roll backward naturally and flop onto your back, still panting lightly. Steve shifts up to hover above you.Â
âYou good?â He asks, that same breathlessness in his voice. He smiles handsomely, his hair a little limper than usual, flopping over his forehead. He looks gorgeous. âYou did great.âÂ
That almost makes you laugh, the sincere praise so like one might give a child, but Steve seals it with a kiss to your forehead. Your laugh turns into a sheepish but giddy grin. âIâm gonna take the condom off, Iâll be right back.âÂ
He disappears from your line of sight for a minute or two and you can hear him rustling around in his room.
Without any distractions, you suddenly remember the film youâd put on in the beginning, still running at the end of the bedâ the final credits are just starting to roll. The streetlights glow a little brighter in the evening dark through the curtains.Â
You huff out a breath and your smile comes without even trying. In fact, if Steve hadnât come back when he did, youâre sure you wouldâve started giggle to yourself madly, cocooned in your own contentedness. That same awed, gleeful smile just like the first time round.
âYou look like a dope, smiling like that, you know that?â
Steveâs wearing a pair of boxers, green plaid, and heâs got a fresh, warm wash-cloth in his hands.Â
"I didn't know that," You muse playfully.
âHey,â He changes tone to less playful, kneeling on the bed. You notice the change of clothes in his other hand when he throws them onto the duvet beside him. âMâjust gonna clean you up a bit, that okay?âÂ
Youâre sure thereâs a pinch of embarrassment in you somewhere but, still blissed from your orgasm, you canât manage to find it. Steve is quick and precise, the warm cloth wiping up any excess sticky fluids. He kisses the inside of your knee when heâs done.Â
âAll done,â He murmurs, climbing back off the bed in the direction of the bathroom, switching off the television as he does. He gestures to the clothes at the foot of the bed as he walks. âYâcan wear these if you want.âÂ
Finally feeling less flattened, you shift up to lean on your elbows. Heâs grabbed you a pair of his boxers, the matching blue pair to his green, and one of his old Hawkins swim-team shirts. You slip into both quickly, your heart going a bit fuzzy with how soft the shirt is.Â
Then you crawl beneath the covers, blood still rushing far faster than usual and a satisfied tiredness beginning to sink into your body. You can't help but thinking it all over â Steve's mouth between your legs, the feel of him sinking into you, the ecstasy of falling apart in his arms.
Part of you hadn't wanted to acknowledge that, well, it fucking worked this time and you enjoyed it. A niggly fear about jinxing it. Like if you pointed it out, it would incite the likelihood of your body turning on you once more. Robbing you of pleasure and experience in equal measure.
But when Steve comes bounding back to the bed, dragging back the covers to join you beneath them, you speak first.
"So, that didn't suck." You say excitedly, biting back your grin as Steve settles down beside you.
Together, you share one pillow as he scooches in closer. His hands reach out, searching for you amongst the sheets. When he finds your hips, he uses them to drag you closer to him, a halfhearted cuddle.
He lets out a puff of air against the pillow, a light snort. "I mean, hopefully it didn't just not suck."
If you had more energy, you might give him a playful shove because you know he knows what you mean. He'd seen the whole display of nervous emotions attached to sex all the way leading up to it.
Instead, heart feeling awfully gooey in your chest, you seize the opportunity to press in closer to him. Your head tucks beneath his chin, your lips barely grazing his throat.
"It was really good." You whisper, lashes fluttering as your eyes fight to stay open. Steve's warm on a good day. He's hot as a furnace with all the blood that's pumping around still. Perfect for snuggling up with.
"Yeah?" He sounds delightfully pleased, but not the smug kind. He sounds happy that you enjoyed it.
Then he whispers, "Told you it wasn't you."
His big palm sweeps up your back soothingly.
He's right. You've never been so glad to be on the receiving end of an I told you so before. Not that Steve would say that (at least, not right now).
Cuddling in closer, you wriggle one hand out from beneath the covers, not bothering to pull back or open your eyes when you murmur, "Just had sex high-five?"
You can feel Steve's laugh as it rumbles through his throat. It's an inside joke now, it seems.
"Hell yeah." He wiggles one hand free and slaps it against yours, probably a little harder than necessary. You laugh too, the sound a mixture of joy and sleep.
And yeah, okay, you might get it now. The whole big fuss around sex that everyone seems to makeâbut maybe you don't entirely agree with them.
There was something more in the... trust. In knowing that Steve wouldn't have cared which way it happened, as long as you were both enjoying it. In the intimacy shared, even before you had ever slept together. In the waiting. In the wantingâfor both yourself and for Steve.
There's some grandeur discovery you've uncovered, you're sure of it, about the mystery and craze around sex. You just keep losing the string of thoughts to your slumber which drifts ever closer.
Oh well. You can always put it all together in the morning when you're not so tempted by sleep and bundled up in the arms of a boy who you love. For now, you drift off, fulfilled and content.
tags below! (seven months later...)
@roanniom @madaboutjoe @huang-the-geek @pootcullen @superskittles
@hales-who-loves-to-reid @spear-bearing-bi-witch @daisiesandinvasives @season4steve @thelauraborealis
@mmmunson @everythinghasafacee @katethetank @sorry--for-the-mess @matterdontminduntildone
@blowing-mikey @astoryreader @mulletmcghee @sugarcoatedstarkey @pullhisteeth
(these are just the ppl in the tags that mentioned wanting to be tagged! if i know u follow me and are a regular, i didn't bother tagging u cos i know you'll see it hehehe <3)
#steve harrington x reader#steve harrington#steve x reader#steve harrington smut#steve harrington x reader smut#jay writes#steve harrington x you#steve harrington x you smut#steve x reader smut#all my chatter goes after the tags now cos did u guys know that after twenty tags apparently they just dont count tags???#lawd knows im not wasting my first twenny on my rambling#i have MUCH to say about this piece#but mainly im so glad its fookin FINISHED#i can literally see the line breaks in the fic where i stopped and left it for a month#i know the fandom be quiet between seasons but hopefully people be down for some#good ol super into each other figuring it out sex <3#again - this is entirely indulgent tehe !#but i know there's lot of peeps out there with similar experiences and i hope this resonates for them#mwah!#enough jabbering !
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knowing that glass is a state of matter might make something click for a getbackers fan out there
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What do you think of Rook's savanaclaw card? <333
I didn't get him (and I need to save my keys for Silver's birthday, sob) so I looked up his groovy, and I'm not over how incredibly dramatic and epic and cool it looks in direct contrast to the absolutely ridiculous context. just look at that dynamic action and his majestic sparkling tears and keep in mind that this is pretty much right after a bunch of characters have been dance battling for his soul.
and then even the actual moment of the groovy is just like
this is NOT a negative in the slightest, I love it all, this truly was an incredible update in so many ways
#art#twisted wonderland#twisted wonderland spoilers#twisted wonderland episode 7 spoilers#twisted wonderland book 7 spoilers#twisted wonderland episode 7 part 8 spoilers#twisted wonderland book 7 part 8 spoilers#to be fair it's not COMPLETELY wacky there is actual drama going on#but that's inbetween rook's dream-vil and neige being totally hilarious at each other#'i shan't let you hurt this beautiful child!' 'vil no! if they were to harm your beauty i would be crushed by sorrow!' <- actual dialogue#also neige seeing vil as a mother figure. it's WONDERFUL and i hope real-vil never finds out because this would kill him#just like he killed neige multiple times in his own dream! :)#there was so much wild stuff in this update and not in the least was that the second time vil realized he was in a dream#his reaction was to KILL EVERYONE and cackle maniacally about it#god forbid a queen do anything i guess#anyway i also love the contrast between what i assumed savanarook would be like and what he was actually like#'he looks so wild...what kind of dangerous dream will this mighty hunter have...'#oh no he's actually just an adorable movie geek who is SO EXCITED to share his hyperfixation with us#somehow less intimidating than regular rook#and yet still a delightful little freak. his BEDROOM#the background artist went SO ham on it. truly the magnum opus of twst backgrounds#there are a bunch of little details it is SO worth zooming in on#(including a tiny little picture of che'nya! which...actually i think that implies rook may have stolen an rsa yearbook or something)#(that's our rook! /sitcom laugh track)
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heavy horror picture show
#fc art#team fortress 2#tf2#rocky horror picture show#tf2 scout#miss pauling#tf2 medic#tf2 heavy#tf2 demoman#tf2 pyro#not an original idea but oh wow i love it#if anything i'd make the argument that there's just enough roles for all the tf2 guys to fill#i was hoping to have sniper as magenta here but i couldnt figure him out in time#additionally. soldier would be eddie. engineer would be dr scott. and spy is the narrator#im right i promise (collapses on ground)#anyways happy halloween. may you all get lots of candy and boops
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Career Day
#comic#comics#fans of strange bird may like this. or.. not..? im not completely sure tbh.#been holding on this one for a minute and finally figured out how it wanted to be finished. hope you enjoy!#art tag#digital art#personal comic#lizard#roly poly#career day#a comic of fear#poetry#artists on tumblr
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i think i loved you, but i guess i'll never really know
joan tierney / death cab for cutie / sylvie baumgartel / the crane wives / @araekni / khalid hosseini / lev st valentine / wendy cope / richard siken (reordered)
#web weaving#joan tierney#death cab for cutie#sylvie baumgartel#the crane wives#araekni#khalid hosseini#lev st valentine#wendy cope#richard siken#love#loss#grief#it's about. not knowing if it ever really was love. and not having the time to figure it out#do i really love you or do i love the memory of you. did i really love you. was it just love or Love#i didnt know then and now i will never know and every night i am dancing with your ghost in the hope that one day it will tell me
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