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keepingitformyself · 2 days ago

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Hello, how are your day going?? could you please write a fluff natasha x reader where r loves to draw and paint and is very good at it? giving some drawings to nat, doodling on her arm when r is bored, drawing/painting nat thinking she isn't noticing (ofc she does baby is a super spy🤏) and having a sketchbook with a looooot of sketches and drawings of nat. R could try to teach nat how to paint while they have those cute dates where they do a painting of eachother yk? also, idk if you'll want to add that but after i finished Arcane, my dream was to draw Vi's back tatto on someones back, so if you want to maybe r could ask to make it on nat

hope you can understand my ideas, english isn't my first language :/

everything is blank until you draw me

A/N: hello! thank you for requesting. hope you enjoy :))

pairings: natasha romanoff x reader

genre: fluff

warnings: none

please do not repost my work anywhere for any reason at all. if you do see this happen to any of my stories, please let me know. thank you x.

natasha first noticed your quirk on the way home from a mission.

it’s hot in cairo around this time of year. humid, sticky weather. everyone was suffering from mild heat exhaustion, suits were unzipped and shallow breaths were heard among the jet cabin.

it was a taxing mission. the team was silent in a quiet mourning.

but you sat in your seat in a far corner, barely showing any sign of the discomfort everyone else was in.

instead you had your face pushed into a leather bound journal in your lap, a pen in hand. the strokes you were making on the paper were far too wide for you to be writing something down.

no, you were drawing. natasha concluded.

no one else seemed to notice, or if they did, they didn’t care enough to point it out.

natasha didn’t really pay any heed to it. she was more concerned with passing around iv packs to the team, making sure they didn’t pass out.

when she got to you, you immediately closed the journal on your lap. her eyebrow rose at your behavior, but she didn’t question it. there was a boundary that you were entitled to, and she wasn’t one to cross any lines unless she needed to.

you looked up at her expectantly, wordlessly she handed you an iv pack, but you shook your head and pushed her hand away.

“i’m okay.” you said. “my body is good at regulating body temperature.”

natasha didn’t say anything, she already knew this, but call it good camaraderie. though, she tried not to notice the way your hand twitched in your lap, the same hand that covered the journal under it.

“save it for someone who needs it.” you added after a few seconds.

she considered you for a few moments. for the most part you seemed fine, aside from the slight twitch in your hand. she figured you just wanted a moment for yourself so she let you be.

natasha gave a curt nod before continuing on.

the quiet hum of the quinjet was the only thing that could be heard as she moved through the space. natasha had stolen a glance more than twice between you and her task at hand.

she wouldn’t pry but her fascination had grown more as she thought about the way your hands wrapped around the worn journal. how your fingers flicked at the edges of the frayed pages.

later that evening, when the team had finally settled back into the compound and were settled in their sleeping quarters, she found you again.

it was very late into the night. nearly nearing two in the morning.

this time you’d found a small nook by the large windows in the common room, you’d looked off into the night horizon, the pen in your hand making rapid strokes across the paper.

natasha didn’t try to hide her curiosity this time.

“drawing again?” she asked, her voice was soft.

you flinched at her voice and natasha noticed the way your hand tightened around the journal. your mouth opened and closed, as to find the words to ask how she’d noticed your recreation of putting pen to paper.

as if reading your mind natasha spoke up,

“i think you forget that i’m a spy and it’s my job to notice these things, Y/N.” she joked, plopping down on a seat near to you.

you glance down at the book in your hands, a sheepish smile graces your lips.

“it helps me…process.”

natasha tilts her head, elbows resting on her knees as she leans closer.

“can i see?”

you hesitate, but gulp down your nerves and slowly turn the journal towards her. the whole page was filled with dark shadows, lines to imitate the image of smoke, jagged lines to form silhouettes of crumbling buildings, faceless people running, catching their final moments of breath, and of them being carried away with help.

it was haunting, terrifying, but deeply fascinating all the same.

“is this from today?” natasha asked, voice careful.

you nodded. “it sounds weird, but…i remember things when i’m drawing them.” you pause, chewing your lip, “and i don’t want to forget them…not fully. so it’s like i take the weight of it and i trap it here, instead of…”

“…instead of carrying it.” natasha finished for you, her green eyes meet yours with a understanding.

you nodded again, looking down.

“it’s good.” she said after a moment. “you’re really good.”

the faintest smile graces your lips,

“i’ve been drawing since i was kid. but it’s kind of different now…it can be something really nice to look but sometimes it just gets really—”

“dark.” natasha finished again.

you didn’t answer. you didn’t need to. natasha knew exactly what you’d meant.

over the next few weeks, the habit of drawing became something natasha couldn’t ignore.

on long missions, you’d often scribble quietly in a corner. at meeting briefings you’d doodle into the margins of notes. and once, she had sat beside you during a meeting when you’d wordlessly slid your journal towards her.

it was a sketch of her.

she was surprised, there was so much to look at. to unpack. she didn’t know whether to be impressed with how well you drew her or to be impressed with the way you’d captured her.

she didn’t how to place what it was; something vulnerable or strong, or both.

“you drew me.” she said softly.

you shrugged, a soft blush coating your cheeks.

“you’re interesting to draw.”

natasha smirked, she didn’t say anything, but she’d felt a small stir in her chest at your words.

then on you grew more comfortable with your sketches dedicated to your new muse.

it started off small—a simple sketch left on the table one morning before natasha had left for a solo mission. she’d found it tucked under her designated coffee mug. a doodle of a little black widow spider spinning on a web, with cartoonish eyes and a cute little bow on its head.

the detail was impressive, even for a quick piece, and at the bottom you’d written a small note.

thought your namesake could use a makeover. meet widow 2.0: terrifyingly adorable.

come back in one piece.

she smiled at your note, and without a word tucked the small piece of paper into her pocket.

after that, it became sort of a ritual. before a mission, whether it was long or short, you’d leave her something— sometimes a sketch of her infamous batons mid-strike, other times a miniature rendition of the team in cartoonish proportions.

there was one where you’d drawn a mini portrait of natasha smirking, with exaggerated sharp cheekbones and fierce eyes. the caption on it read,

don’t worry, i dialed down the intimidation factor…slightly.

they were ridiculous, but natasha loved it.

one day, natasha approached you in the common area, holding a new doodle you’d slipped into her jacket. it was a small portrait of her, but unlike the others, this one showed her more casual. more real. no weapons, no scowl, just her leaning with her arms crossed, a small smile playing on her lips.

she held it up with a raised brow. “you’ve been busy.”

you glanced up from your journal, a shy grin tugging at the corner of your mouth.

“you noticed.”

“i always notice,” she replied, and the warmth in her tone made your cheeks flush.

“just thought you could use the reminder,” you said, shrugging. “you’re more than just a fighter, you know.”

natasha stared at the drawing for a moment, something unreadable flickering in her expression. then she folded it carefully and slid it into the inside of her jacket pocket.

“thank you,” she said simply, but her voice carried the weight of everything she didn’t say.

other times, you’d hand her sketches directly, usually without ceremony. a scrap of paper passed her way while the team prepped gear, a folded corner of your journal you tore out just before a briefing.

they ranged from serious-battle-ready stances and sharp silhouettes to utterly absurd, like the one of natasha holding a massive sandwich, labeled

big hero energy.

and natasha kept every single one.

“you know you don’t have to keep these, right?” you teased her when you caught her slipping another into the pocket of her duffel bag.

“i want to,” she said without hesitation. “they’re like…good luck.”

you didn’t argue with her logic, but a small smile lingered on your lips as you turned back to your journal.

unbeknownst to you natasha had a growing collection of your sketches tucked away in her bedroom. a small metal tin, the kind where you gift holiday cookies in—where they’re carefully preserved.

she’d look at them sometimes. when nights were long or dark and life was too heavy, she’d pull one out and trace the lines with her fingers, remembering the way you handed it to her with that quiet, knowing smile.

eventually though, your art started to spill over the edges of your journal.

it became part of your rhythm together. a constant, quiet act of trust. but there were moments, especially in the middle of long missions, when you didn’t have your journal or anything to draw with.

it started as a joke.

one night during a stakeout, the boredom and restlessness started bubbling out of you, and you found yourself tapping your fingers against natasha’s arm.

she caught your arm mid-tap and raised and eyebrow.

“no journal today?” she asked, smirking.

“nope,” you replied, frowning as you remembered how much in a rush you were that you forgot your journal. you leaned against the wall with a sigh.

“guess you’ll have to entertain me instead.”

“or,” she said, producing a pen from one of her pockets, “you could make yourself useful.” she handed it to you with a playful glint in her eye.

you hesitated for a moment before taking the pen from her hands and uncapping it.

“don’t complain if i mess it up.” you warned, shifting closer.

“just try not to make me look ridiculous.” she said, but the slight curve of her lips said she didn’t really mind it.

after that drawing on natasha became the norm when under a circumstance that denied you paper.

on long flights you’d trace floral vines curling up her forearm, and she’d be asleep as it happened. and during long nights in safe houses you’d sketch constellations of the stars on the back of her hand.

natasha never washed them off until she really had to.

sometimes, you didn’t even ask anymore. you’d just give her a look and she’d extend her arm towards you, wordlessly inviting you to begin.

and as your pen traced her skin she’d sit still, occasionally glancing down to see the progress.

“what’s this one?” she whispered. you’d drawn a small sleeping wolf, curling under a moonlit sky along her bicep.

“strength.” you replied softly.

natasha didn’t say anything, but her eyes softened in a way that made your heart stutter.

your drawings become more than just a way to pass time. they became a language of their own. a way of grounding yourself, of tethering your anxious thoughts to something steady.

and natasha became part of that steadying force.

“do i ever get to draw on you?” she teased once.

“maybe,” you said leaning back to admire your work. “if you’re good.”

she chuckled, shaking her head. a quiet smile tugging at her lips.

it was a silent agreement between the two of you now. you’d find your solace in the lines you traced along her skin and she’d find hers in letting you.

#natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff #black widow #black widow x reader #marvel #natasha romanoff imagine

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corkinavoid · 3 days ago

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No Eyed Girl by Lemon Demon

Star Crossed Lovers

Space aesthetic

(Can you tell I'm in love with aliens and space?)

DPxDC In Love With Space

"Someone's excited," Cassie teases, but Tim doesn't pay her any attention. The Bioship carries them through the clouds and up, closer and closer to the stars, and Tim's heart flutters a little in his chest.

"I don't think I've ever seen you so eager to get away from Earth before," Kon muses, leaning forward to get a better look at Tim's expression, and that causes him to blink and finally look away from the endless void of space that awaits them.

"I'm not really eager to get away," he corrects, and, in a moment of brilliant mischief - because one never just misses an opportunity to mess with their teammates - grins, feeling his cheeks heat up slightly. "It's just that when you spend a long time in love with space, it eventually falls in love with you, too."

Kon's face looks rightfully confused, which is exactly what Tim was aiming for. But not for long.

Not after a sound of fleeting, flattered distant laughter rings through the ship, and Kon's face shifts from confusion into alarm. But Tim's heart skips a bit for an entirely different reason, and he runs a hand over his cheek, trying to cool it down because it feels like his face is actually on fire now.

Shit, he definitely heard that.

Not that Tim minds, he'd say it again to his face, but... Let's say he was simply caught off-guard. Yeah, that's definitely why he is now a color of a tomato, and not because his boyfriend is a stalking little shit that decided on the most dramatic coming out possible.

He hears the worried voices of his friends behind him, something about the Bioship detecting a mass of something unidentifiable right in front of them, but he doesn't listen. Sure, he could tell them it's okay. He could explain that he knows exactly what said 'mass' is.

But he is decidedly not about to ruin Danny's performance because where's the fun in that?

The space in front of them shifts. Not inside the ship, no, the whole starry sky out the window moves, like it's merely a picture and not actual galaxies and nebulae out there. And then, there's another sound, like an ice crack in the distance, and a big, roughly the size of Tim's whole body, arm comes through the front shield of the Bioship. It's made of the empty darkness and bright stars, a piece of vast universe given form, and the claws clink against the metal floors as more and more of this impossible being comes through the reinforced glass and onto the deck.

It has no eyes of mouth, and its hair is merely a messy outline on top of their head. It's just... stars, planets, and comets and galaxies shaped in a vaguely humanoid form.

The form that stops trying to get inside the ship when it gets themselves in just halfway, and then lies its chin down on its elbows, their face right in front of Tim's. Or, well, not face, since it lacks all kinds of facial features, but Tim still feels that fond gaze of theirs on himself.

"Talking about me with your friends behind my back, Starlight, I see how it is," the being chuckles, tilting it's head to the side, the whisps of their hair floating gently in the air. Their voice sounds like a whisper of a shooting star, a roar of an avalanche, a gentle hum of electricity, all at once.

"Rob, what-" he hears Cassie start, but he is already taking a step closer, carefully pressing a kiss to where the being's cheek should be. It's a little weird when he is in this form, what with his head being twice as big as Tim's own, but, sue him, he likes the drama of it no less than Danny does.

Right on cue, his teammates all gasp and choke on air behind him.

"Hi, dear," he teases his boyfriend slightly, and Danny reaches one of his clawed hands forward, very carefully wrapping his fingers around Tim's body.

"When you spend a long time in love with space, it does eventually fall in love with you, too, yes," he gently repeats and confirms Tim's words from before, and Tim can't see it, but he knows Danny is smiling.

He also knows he is smiling as well.

~•~•~•~

Just for fun, as a finishing touch, here's the aesthetic I put together for this:

I really, really loved the song, by the way, I think I'm going to play that on repeat now.

Hope you like the piece!

#danny phantom #dpxdc #dc x dp #tim drake #tim x danny #dead tired #star crossed lovers #space aesthetic #danny ancient of space #eldritch danny #kinda #yj #i mean they are mentioned #also i really played into that 'no-eyes' thing #cork prompts #cork game

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profeyandere · 3 days ago

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𝐅𝐈𝐘𝐄𝐑𝐎 𝐓. ─── ☾ 𝐓𝐄𝐋𝐋 𝐌𝐄 𝐈𝐓'𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔

ʟɪɴᴋꜱ ↪ ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ ↪ ᴊᴏɴᴀᴛʜᴀɴ ʙᴀɪʟᴇʏ ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ ↪ ᴡᴀᴛᴛᴘᴀᴅ

ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏꜱ ↪ ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: 2.4ᴋ ↪ ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: ꜰɪʏᴇʀᴏ ᴛɪɢᴇʟᴀᴀʀ x ꜰᴇᴍ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ↪ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ: "ᴡɪᴄᴋᴇᴅ" ꜱᴘᴏɪʟᴇʀꜱ, ꜰɪʏᴇʀᴏ ᴀꜱ ᴀ ꜱᴄᴀʀᴇᴄʀᴏᴡ, ꜰᴏʀɢᴏᴛᴛᴇɴ ᴍᴇᴍᴏʀɪᴇꜱ, ᴀɴɢꜱᴛ, ʟᴏᴛꜱ ᴏꜰ ꜰʟᴜꜰꜰ.

English is not my native language, so I apologize for any mistake and if you can help me improve it, I will greatly appreciate it. I hope you enjoy it :D

The Scarecrow felt too lost since your arrival in the group. You were like a light of hope for Dorothy, like an older sister she would follow to the end of the world with your loving and sweet attitude that helped her understand that new world a little better; you were the heart the Tin Man needed to understand the feelings of others, perhaps in a somewhat questionable way because you gave him little taps where the feeling was supposed to reside; you were the bravery the Lion needed to face the Wicked Witch every time it was necessary, also showing with her the kindness you always offered Dorothy; and you were the brain he needed to act according to the situation. You were what each of them was missing, but above all, you were the reason he felt a great warmth in his chest when he was not really burning; he had already suffered that situation with the witch, so it wasn’t a truly new sensation, but deep down it was because he wasn’t burning at those moments. When his bluish eyes stopped on your friendly face, always smiling even in the most difficult or intense moments, he could feel that deep warmth that seemed to spread all over his body and caused a strange tingling in his stomach; as mentioned, that was strange and new to him, so he preferred not to question these sensations.

"Are you alright?"

Your sweet voice made his thoughts shift, making him turn his neck to see your figure slowly emerging from the shadows, joining him where the yellow brick road lay, which would guide you to the Emerald City, where you hoped to find answers and get the wishes that the wizard was supposed to fulfil. But as soon as he saw you, he again felt that burning in his chest.

"Of course, I’m fine," he affirmed quickly, although his head turned back to the front, to the road, leaving you again with that feeling of distress that reflected your concern and had appeared the very instant you met him for the first time with Dorothy. "Do you need some stuffing for the fire?"

His question caught you by surprise, but you simply shook your head and approached him until you were standing by his side. Somehow, his presence calmed you and made you smile in ways you didn’t expect, because of how familiar he was, how close he seemed, and how warm he appeared.

"No, you know we manage just fine with some twigs and the stones from the road," you said, wanting to calm whatever fear he might have had about seeing his straw stuffing burned in the fire to keep them warm during the nights as they headed toward their destination. "I don’t know how close you are to the others, but I’ve noticed that you avoid my company more than I would’ve thought."

Your statement hit him hard. It was true, he had kept his distance from you in an attempt to make that feeling of warmth fade at some point while you were out of reach, but whenever he saw you or you were closer to him, it came back stronger, to the point of making him think that only putting distance between you would make that feeling fade. But what he didn’t know was that you had felt something similar, not exactly the same, but similar, and you had chosen not to create that distance in an attempt to stay close to something so familiar in him.

And he knew you didn’t deserve such bad treatment from him, so unpleasant or rude, but he couldn’t help it. He wanted to understand what was happening to him before acting without reasoning.

"I’m missing a brain, I don’t have one, but sometimes I think I don’t have a heart either because I don’t understand what I feel," he explained, placing his fabric hand over his chest, where his heart was beating strongly and quickly, the only truly human part in his being. "There’s something in my heart that warms with your presence, with your closeness, and I feel like I’m burning. And you know that a scarecrow when it burns… Well, it burns."

You couldn’t help but laugh at the end of his explanation, nodding your head slightly before looking at his chest, his jacket more specifically. That emerald green colour you had seen before, and those golden ornaments that decorated the chest, back, and shoulders, you had seen them too, specifically in the same pattern, on another person, in the wardrobe of a student’s room at Shiz; that garment made you sigh for the memories that came to your mind because of it, and maybe that was why you wished to be so close to the Scarecrow.

"Of course, you’d burn," you agreed with him, lifting your gaze to see his bluish eyes still fixed on his chest as one of your hands, unconsciously, was already on his hand, feeling the rough fabric that could have been a potato sack, so different from what Fiyero’s skin was like. "You remind me a lot of him."

The Scarecrow looked at you with confusion, slightly furrowing his brow, and as soon as he saw your eyes slightly teary, he knew something had been troubling you for a long time; the pain you showed was unusual, and he was deeply worried about those feelings you had. Your smile still remained, but it was trembling, while your hand seemed to want to grab his as if searching for some sort of comfort in his presence, a comfort that perhaps no one else in the group could give you except him because it seemed that in him you were looking for your love.

"Who do I remind you of?" He dared to ask, making you take all the air you could before slowly letting it out as you spoke.

— Fiyero, my Fiyero.

What he hadn’t thought about was that you were suffering from the loss of someone for whom you had felt something similar to what he felt for you, but whose feelings you already knew and could identify, not like him. You weren’t scared of that, but the truth was that you had to focus on your duty, on the only task you had set for yourself, before doing anything stupid or getting your hopes up for something that wasn’t real. That was why you had avoided being close to him in some way when you first met. Fiyero left without saying anything the next morning after Elphaba was declared a public enemy across all of Oz. You saw huge posters, banners, and statues of her figure burning in just the span of a night, and Fiyero wanted to go after her, rescue her, and maybe help her escape to a place where she wouldn’t suffer any harm, and he could return to you. But you had to be stubborn and ask him to take you with him. You asked him to call you before he left so you could accompany him and help him, to protect and care for him while you searched for Elphaba, and that didn’t fit into his plans; Fiyero didn’t want you to be in danger. You woke up completely alone, in a university where all the students were terrified, and your boyfriend had gone off to find the one person who could explain what had happened and possibly fix all the turmoil that had been caused in Oz.

"It must’ve been someone very important to you," murmured the Scarecrow, without pulling away from him, without distancing himself from you either, even if his chest was on fire.

You nodded slowly and watched as he slid his fabric hand so your hand could rest on his chest, where you could feel that very particular heartbeat that made your tears fall. Anyone could have called you exaggerated or could have said you were crazy for recognizing the heartbeat of a person when they were supposed to all beat the same, but only one beat with such strength and speed when you were near.

"Tell me it’s you, please…"

Your voice, pleading and soft, touched a sensitive chord in the Scarecrow, one of many he had. You had hope that he was Fiyero, that he was the person you had been looking for, the one you would have hugged during the nights as you headed to the Emerald City, the one you would have kissed like in fairy tales to see if the spell would break with a true love’s kiss, the one you had been loving for so long. You had assumed it. No one danced and sang like that if it wasn’t him, no one did that leg play in such a funny way if it wasn’t him, no one was as fun as he was, and definitely, no one could match his way of being or resemble him in the slightest if it wasn’t him; you had your hopes based on the Scarecrow’s actions, and you just prayed that it was him.

"What if you’re wrong?"

His question didn’t go unnoticed, and you knew perfectly well that was an option. But you knew it, you felt it in your heart, in his presence, in everything; it was him, only him, just with a different body and with his mind a little altered. Literally.

"Let’s find out, together," you proposed, standing on your tiptoes to gently kiss his lips, or at least where they should’ve been.

Of course, it wasn’t a kiss like the ones you had shared with Fiyero. The Scarecrow was rough and dry, and Fiyero was soft, warm, and tender, but that didn’t stop your hope from flaring up with more strength, and you from feeling like you were burning when he gently brushed your waist with one of his hands in an attempt to hold you, just as he felt himself burning while the reflection of different flashes seemed to pass before his eyes, where you were always there. Your smile, your voice, the way your eyes closed when you laughed, the way you held his hand, how you hugged him in the afternoons while you watched the sunset from one of your rooms; at every moment, there you were, with him. The way you stumbled sometimes when you danced together was endearing, at least the situation always helped him to have you back in his arms, just like now.

The Scarecrow didn’t know where all these images had come from, but he knew they weren’t a coincidence or hallucination because he felt that he had missed you, longed for you, and wanted to hold you in his arms over and over again.

Dorothy, who had been watching your interaction from the moment you had left the group, slowly removed her hands from her eyes so she could see how you pulled back after your kiss, which she had wanted to avoid seeing to give you both the moment of intimacy you seemed to need. For a moment, both of you remained completely still, just looking at each other while small shy smiles appeared on your respective faces, but you were surprised when you saw the Scarecrow’s arms wrap around your waist and lift you off the ground, hugging you against him with all his strength so you wouldn’t escape, to the point that the girl thought he was trying to hide you in his stuffing, but hearing your laughter alongside his filled the young girl with surprise. Toto, who was also observing the scene, wagged his tail quickly as if sharing the happiness you were both exploding with.

At that moment, while she saw you both embrace joyfully under the moonlight, spinning like two lovers that you really were, Dorothy knew it wasn’t the brain the Scarecrow lacked, but his memories. The body wouldn’t be right, but his memories seemed to have been buried among so much straw, memories of you, of his past, of your past together, and now it seemed his wish had been fulfilled without the need for the Wizard of Oz to operate on him.

— It’s me, my love.

#fiyero tigelaar #fiyero #tigelaar #wicked #fiyero tigelaar x reader #fiyero tigelaar x you #fiyero tigelaar x oc #fiyero x reader #fiyero x you #fiyero x oc #reader #you #oc #jonathan bailey #fiyero tigelaar imagine #fiyero imagine #jonathan bailey imagine

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dwarf-vader-of-middle-earth · 10 hours ago

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So one thing I noticed, and don't get me wrong, I really dislike the subject matter of cops even if it's a kids' movie, was the movie ads for Supacop.

It was made by the guy who wrote Captain Underpants.

And subtitles are just built into the movie itself. It's not like an optional feature the audience has to ask the theater to turn on or off. Subtitles are just there.

Thing is, the guy who made these works has ADHD. It's put in the bio of every Captain Underpants book, and he says in the bio that he, in school, drew comics to help him focus and learn. This is a form of dual stimulation wherein the person does some kind of other/secondary activity while tending to another in order to focus on that first, primary task.

But in the bio it says the author constantly got in trouble for this. His teachers made him sit in the halls as punishment for drawing in class, hence why you get Captain Underpants being a cruel principal as just a normal guy. It was the author's way of venting how kids seen as "troublesome" are treated unfairly.

Why do I mention this?

Because the author knows how accommodation is a necessity for anyone and everyone. You ask most folks with ADHD, and we'll tell you that nothing is possible unless we accommodate people and make shit accessible universally.

And the Supacop movie ads showed the most descriptive subtitles.

Nothing was abbreviated. You got EVERYTHING listed. The sound effects, the offscreen voices, the idle sounds, the words spoken perfectly aligning with what is said when it's said, and all of it fully correct.

Specifically because, I assume, the creator wanted to accommodate everyone seeing the film so that everyone can enjoy it regardless.

And even someone not HOH or deaf, but just with, say, auditory processing delays? The subtitles help TREMENDOUSLY!!

I know I have such delay, it's obvious and has been for years since I was a kid. And though I love going to the movie theater and often do, it's still a struggle because there are never subtitles, and thus I'll often miss dialogue or spend forever trying to understand a few lines. With my ADHD there are times my mind is racing with thought and I struggle to focus on the plot because seeing action alone isn't enough to stop that.

But with subtitles, not only do I have a much better understanding of what's being said when it's said, but at the same time my eyes are focused as much on the action as the words of those subtitles, basically mimicking dual stimulation, thusly eliminating my constant train of thought which would, otherwise, distract me and limit my comprehension of the plot.

And the fact that the maker of Supacop ensured the subtitles are built into the movie makes it wonderful for this very reason.

They're accurately-done and ensure accessibility for a broad range of folks from those with ADHD to APD to being HOH or deaf, and so many more.

More movies need to follow suit. Sincerely.

I'm not even like deaf or hoh but if you're adding subtitles to something I think you should always transcribe foreign languages too. None of that [Speaks Spanish] shit. You don't need to translate it to english. But you need to at least give the option for a deaf person to read it and understand it themselves. I don't care if it's not important to the plot. I don't care if it's just them saying like Okay or Damn or whatever the fuck. Write it down

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astracora · 2 days ago

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Reckless Fool

Characters: Sylus x gn!mc

Warnings: Lots of hurt/some comfort.

Word Count: 970

Written: 29th December 2024

Notes: Pre-relationship Sylus/MC, with my personal pov of the game and lil headcanons littered in. I finally got out the lil brain thing that was like 'MC yells at Sylus'. There's so many memories involving this, one day we'll get a memory where MC is gentle with his wounds.

Masterlist

He’s reckless. That’s what you’ve settled on.

Throwing himself into danger. Getting himself injured.

He can’t die, so Sylus takes injury after injury. Covers you in battle, lets you shoot him, all in the name of that.

You know he can feel pain, he’s told you so.

You know that for some reason his evol just… stops. Not working, not healing, and those are the moments you fear your heart might stop.

When he’d been cursed by the cats, you’d worried that made him killable. On edge, angry at him when he followed you on a mission, his tail a stark reminder he didn’t have his powers.

It’s a stupid thing that finally breaks you.

He covers you when some kid on a bike is not paying attention. Pulling you into his arms. It’s stupid, if a gunshot to the heart didn’t kill the man. You doubt a kid on a bike would.

It doesn’t matter though, you feel the anger, the worry, the frustration settle in your gut.

He’s reckless, and you hate it.

You’re silent as you both walk home, he tries to talk to you, but you can’t respond with anything other than a word, or a grunt. It stews and it burns.

The feeling dregs up things you don’t want to think about. Fire and ash. Ice speared through skin. It hurts.

The moment you get through the apartment door, Sylus finally reaches out, hand clasping around your wrist as you keep walking, pulling you back. Whirling around to look at him. Whatever look you must have on your face, whatever he must see in your eyes causes his to widen. “Kitten?”

“Do you want to die?” You snarl, voice ice cold but trembling. His surprise gives you enough time to rip your hand from his grasp. Pulling away from him like his touch burns you.

You haven’t felt that since he held your throat in his grasp.

“I told you-”

The snarl is unbidden and unfamiliar, like you’ve grown fangs, become a beast with scales and horns. “You can’t die. You can’t die.” You reach up to push him, hands planted against his chest. Forcing him against the door. “So you’ve said. Like it changes anything. Like I feel any less horrific when I see you injured or bleeding.”

Sylus is a strong man, you’ve seen him fight and survive things that most would cower at. You’ve seen him lead and forge forwards. He has never been anything other than a pillar of strength, despite his words that the strong can’t always be strong. He has always tried to be, with and for you.

You feel sick to your stomach. Is this what you’ve done? Made him this reckless beast, in order to keep you safe?

You think about the injuries you’ve stitched up, the pain hissed through his teeth, the way he turned you away when he pulled bullets out of his flesh. ‘So you don’t have anymore nightmares of me.’

Like he knew intimately that the first time you lay awake thinking about his threat to your life.

It bubbles and it ripples, lava in your stomach, melting through you.

You pound a fist on his chest, as he stands there, hands wavering. Taking your expended frustrations. Salt on your cheeks as tears spill from your eyes, “Why don’t you care about yourself more?”

Pound.

“Why aren’t you more careful?”

Pound.

“Why don’t you stop throwing yourself into danger?”

Pound.

Skin under your fists as you hit, and hit, and hit. The pain burning through you.

It cracks and it splinters and you fall inwards and forwards, crumpling in on yourself. Sobbing, and breaking, and crumbling. He catches you as you fall, following you to the ground and pulling you up and into his lap as you shatter to pieces.

Pressing you against the chest you hit, holding you tightly, hands shaking against your skin.

“I can’t lose you too.” You rattle out, cracked and quiet. Mumbled into this skin, carried to him on tears.

He sighs against your hair, pressing a kiss against your head and when he speaks he sounds like he’s close to tears too, “I’m not going anywhere.”

You shake your head against him, “You can’t promise that, no one can.”

“No, I can’t, but as long as I can, as long as there’s any life in me, I’ll crawl to you if I have to.”

You hiccup, and cling to him. Trying to fuse, to be one, “It’s not enough.”

Sylus nods, “It’s not.” He uses both hands to pull your face away from him, so that he can look right into your eyes. Deep red, filled with tears he can’t shed, but trembling and wavering like a weak flame, “It’s never enough, but I won’t go down easy Beloved.”

You think of the ash and fire, of things taken from you, of lost memories and broken promises. You think of all the ways the world has failed you. You think of every night when you can’t sleep. Thinking of things you wish you could forget. As thumbs stroke your cheek, and this man who wants to be strong for you breaks his back against the torrent, you reach for his. Tracing under his eye, leaning forwards to place a kiss there.

For a moment you feel a ghost of a tear on your lips, before the sensation disappears. “Not just you.” You manage to let out, “Both of us.”

His chuckle is relieved and broken all in one, and he closes his eyes at your touch, nodding against your hold. “Both of us. Together.”

As you hold each other, against the cold and against the ashes, you whisper your apologies in kisses against his chest. Everywhere you hit, to scatter the fear to the shadows.

#wonder writes #love and deepspace #sylus #reader x sylus #sylus x mc #lads x mc #lads x reader #sylus x reader #lads #love and deepspace sylus #lads sylus #this is messier than my writing normally is #so i apologise #you know i'm just realising i was writing with another headache...#man my health do be bad.#anyway #enjoy i guess SWEATS

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growthhyp · 3 days ago

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The Transforming Cum IV

Jonathan stood in front of the mirror, his massive frame barely fitting within its confines. His shoulders were impossibly broad, his chest chiseled like granite, and his arms rippled with power even at rest. He smirked, running a hand over his perfectly sculpted abs. Damn, he thought, I look good. But then his eyes drifted to the pile of clothes on his bed—clothes he’d ordered online just days ago, now hopelessly too small for his new physique.

“Shit,” he muttered under his breath, holding up a T-shirt that might as well have been made for a child. “How the hell am I supposed to get anything that fits me now?”

He grabbed his phone and began scrolling through reviews of tailors and seamstresses in the area. Most specialized in wedding dresses or formal wear, but one name kept popping up: Vincent. A man who supposedly crafted custom-made clothing with unparalleled precision. Jonathan’s fingers paused over the screen. Perfect.

A quick search revealed Vincent’s address, but as Jonathan delved deeper, he discovered something else—Vincent was no longer taking commissions. The reason? Bone cancer. Jonathan’s jaw tightened. That could be a problem. But then an idea sparked in his mind, lighting up his face with a grin. Or it could be the perfect opportunity.

The drive to Vincent’s house was short, but every minute felt like an eternity. Jonathan’s mind raced with possibilities. What if this worked? What if he could help Vincent—and in doing so, secure a tailor for life? The thought sent a thrill through him, his cock twitching in his pants at the prospect of what was to come.

When he arrived, the house looked quiet, almost abandoned. The curtains were drawn, and there was no sign of life from within. Jonathan hesitated for a moment before striding up the walkway, his confidence unwavering. He knocked sharply on the door, but there was no answer. After a beat, he tried the handle. It turned easily in his grasp.

“Hello?” he called out, stepping inside. The air was thick with the scent of antiseptic and something fainter, more personal—like worn leather and old fabric. The living room was cluttered with bolts of cloth and half-finished garments, but it was clear no work had been done here in some time.

A soft groan came from down the hall. Jonathan followed the sound, his footsteps heavy against the creaking floorboards. He pushed open the bedroom door to find Vincent lying in bed, frail and pale, his once-vibrant eyes dull with pain.

“Who are you?” Vincent rasped, his voice weak but tinged with curiosity.

“Name’s Jonathan,” he said, towering over the bed. “I heard you’re the best tailor around.”

Vincent let out a bitter laugh. “Not anymore. As you can see, I’m not exactly in shape to be working.”

Jonathan studied him for a moment, noting the way the sheets clung to his emaciated frame. This guy’s practically skin and bones. But then again, that was precisely why he’d come.

“What if I told you there’s a way to fix that?” Jonathan asked, his tone casual but laced with a hint of mischief.

Vincent raised an eyebrow. “Fix my cancer? Unless you’ve got a miracle up your sleeve, I don’t see how.”

Jonathan grinned. “Something like that.” He stepped closer, his presence filling the room. “You see, I’ve got… a gift. One that can make you stronger. Healthier. Better than ever before.”

Vincent’s eyes narrowed, suspicion creeping into his expression. “And what’s the catch?”

Jonathan shrugged. “No catch. Just a little… exchange. You drink something from me, and I’ll make sure you get your energy back. Enough to start working again. Hell, enough to do whatever you want.”

Vincent’s gaze flickered down to Jonathan’s crotch, then back up to his face. “Let me guess. You’re talking about your cum.”

Jonathan chuckled, low and deep. “Bingo.”

There was a long silence as Vincent processed the offer. Then, slowly, a sly smile spread across his lips. “Well, aren’t you bold? I’ve got to admit, I’m intrigued. And, well…” He glanced down at the tent forming in the sheets over his lap. “It’s been a while since I’ve had any action. If you’re as good as you say, maybe it’s worth a shot.”

Jonathan’s grin widened. “Atta boy.” He reached down, unzipping his jeans and freeing his cock, already stiffening under Vincent’s watching eyes. “Trust me, you won’t regret this.”

As Jonathan began to stroke himself, Vincent propped himself up on his elbows, his breathing shallow but his eyes locked on the spectacle before him. Each movement of Jonathan’s hand sent shivers of anticipation through the room, the air thickening with desire.

“God, you’re huge,” Vincent murmured, his voice trembling with a mix of awe and hunger.

Jonathan chuckled darkly. “Wait until you get a taste.”

With that, he stepped closer, his cock hovering just inches from Vincent’s lips. The older man didn’t hesitate, parting his lips and taking the tip into his mouth. A moan escaped Jonathan’s throat as warmth enveloped him, Vincent’s tongue swirling expertly around his shaft.

“Fuck, you’re good at this,” Jonathan groaned, his hips rocking forward instinctively.

Vincent hummed in response, the vibrations sending jolts of pleasure through Jonathan’s body. He gripped the headboard for support, his muscles flexing as Vincent took him deeper, each slurp and swallow driving him closer to the edge.

“Yeah, just like that,” Jonathan growled, his voice rough with lust. “Suck it like your life depends on it.”

Vincent obeyed eagerly, his hands clutching at Jonathan’s thighs as he worked his magic. It wasn’t long before Jonathan felt the pressure building in his balls, the tension coiling tighter and tighter until it finally snapped.

With a roar, he came, his cum flooding Vincent’s mouth in hot, pulsating spurts. Vincent drank it greedily, swallowing every drop as though it were the elixir of life itself. The transformation was immediate. Color returned to his cheeks, his muscles began to swell beneath his skin, and the frailty that had plagued him moments ago vanished in an instant.

Jonathan watched in fascination as Vincent grew larger, his body filling out with lean, powerful muscle. The sheets slipped away, revealing a torso that rippled with newfound strength. When Vincent finally pulled away, gasping for air, he was no longer the sickly man he had been.

“Holy shit,” Vincent breathed, staring down at his transformed body. “What the hell did you do to me?”

Jonathan smirked, still catching his breath. “Told you I had a gift. Now, about those clothes…”

#jockification #muscle growth stories #jock tf #muscle

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elysianightsss · 16 hours ago

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Oh my gosh I love love LOVE your ND reader as an autistic person myself when I find a fic or fics with a neurodivergent reader I cherish them and these my darling are a treasure. Please can you write when she realises that she likes Kyle? Thankyou Thankyou!

Soulmate 141 x ND Reader

You realise you like Kyle too

After a stressful day all you wanted was a slice of that chocolate chip banana bread, you could say it was a craving at this point. Something that was very rare for you.

Heading to your regular coffee shop after work, it was quiet at this time. The inside was all lit up with a golden orange glow from the lights hanging from the ceiling and the sweet vintage lamps littering the tables. It was getting dark outside, you figured you’d probably have to call a taxi soon.

“Oh hi, you’re not here at your normal time.” You looked up from where you had been getting your phone out of the black leather bag hanging on your shoulder.

“Hi Kyle.” You smiled at the man in front of you. Deep soulful brown eyes you could drown yourself in, beautiful chocolate skin that looked so silky and smooth under the orange glow. Holding a broom in his hand you only just noticed how most of the chairs were stacked on the tables. “Oh I’m so sorry it’s probably closing time soon. I’ll just go.”

“No it’s okay,” Kyle rushes out, the tips of his ears burning when he reached out and grabbed your wrist. Quickly he let go as if your skin had burnt him. He cleared his throat with a mumbled apology, “It’s alright, stay. I’ll make your regular.” He gave you a simple smile that had your insides warning up like seeing lights on the tree on Christmas morning.

A small nod, a little hesitant to ask for what you really wanted. Kyle noticed and managed to peel the information from you. “One slice of chocolate chip banana bread coming right up.” He grinned gesturing you towards one of the two empty tables that didn’t have chairs on them.

A few minutes pass of you just watching the outside world through the huge glass windows and Kyle is placing your regular and your craving in front of you on the table. You take a sip, eat a bite and sigh.

“Good?” Kyle asks sounding genuinely interested to know.

“So good.” You say, voice all muffled from the food stuffed in your cheeks. The answer, along with the cutest food pout he’s ever seen, makes Kyle grin. His heart skips a beat, his stomach flutters and his hands become sweaty. Such a reaction you pull from him and you don’t even know. He’s fought and killed men twice his size and yet here you are making him nervous.

Kyle doesn’t sit down, he gives you your space like you like but he can’t stop himself from glancing at you out the corner of his eye. Can’t fight the need to have you in his sights even if it’s a struggle to say no to the voice in his head urging him to take you in his arms.

He’s a strong man, mentally and physically. He can do this, if not for his sake, if not for his team’s sake, then for yours.

The next thirty minutes get away from you both, Kyle is just amazing at making you giggle. He jokes and says silly things that you’re almost certain he doesn’t mean but it’s funny either way.

Plate empty, drink finished and yet you find yourself wanting to stay. Wanting to converse with this lovely man that you spend twenty minutes with every morning. The way his eyes light up when you banter with him, how he grins to himself at your unrelatable awkward jokes.

If you could pick up on social queues maybe you’d actually see how much he likes you but you’re stuck on the realisation he might be number four on your list.

Kyle clears your table and once he’s done he offers you a ride home. It’s dark outside and unsafe are your reasonings for saying yes, definitely not that the gorgeous man in front of you looks like heaven to you.

The drive home is quiet, but a peaceful type of serene you love. The type you daydream about at your desk when things are too loud and overstimulating at work. Kyle can’t wipe the smirk off his face imagining Johnny and Simon’s reactions when he pulls up with you in the passenger seat.

He’s the complete gentleman when he does, opening the car door for you, a warm hand just hovering over the small of your back as he walks you up to the door of your flat building. It’s so sweet and endearing. It’s more than you’ve ever had before, it’s makes you a little light headed or is that just the cologne he’s wearing?

Either way it makes you go stupid, leaning forward with no control and lightly pressing your lips against his cheek. The action makes you jolt back to reality, you jump away from him a hand over your mouth eyes wide in shock. Kyle seems just as shocked, and when he goes to speak you basically shout ‘bye’ in his face before bursting into the building and sprinting up the stairs.

You completely ignore Johnny stood in the doorway of his flat with worried eyes, he asks if you’re okay as you’re unlocking your door but you don’t answer him. Your only goal is getting inside and slamming the door shut, you do it quickly before Johnny can ask more questions.

Johnny, one of the guys you like.

Johnny. Simon. John. And now Kyle. Maybe you should go to therapy? No, probably not best to go down that rabbit hole. Maybe just a week away from them all should set your mind right.

Yes, that should do it.

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minnowpebbles · 3 days ago

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// first off thank you to folly (peachphernalia) and sunny (sunnydayaoe) for discussing these interpretations with me ^_^ i think folly pointed this one out to me specifically a little while ago so it isn't my idea, but I have thought about it a ton since sun mentioned it. also, here's the lyrics doc I'm screenshotting from. I would like to pitch in another potential occurence of this same phenomenon happening this time on Heart's end in Just Apathy-- there are multiple lines where it's super odd for Mind to be singing and/or times when the self/the other become blurred enough that you have to wonder if it's really Mind or if the entire song is Heart

Here, for instance, the ending of Just Apathy, is the most glaring example. Why would Mind call the apathy "his"? Who is "you"? One could argue that Mind is saying Heart is scorning his imposition of "apathy" (if you follow that interpretation) but the wording is still really strange; for him to claim that Heart's apathy is "his" despite going back on this in TME and calling apathy Heart's own undoing is too counterintuitive, even for Mind. Since claiming that Just Apathy doesn't have Mind in it at all based on two lines is too cursory for a well-rounded argument, let's look at another example (light purple text represents Heart and Mind singing together):

Mind sings these lines that are very specifically tailored to Heart, including his established inclination towards violence and his blindness. "Silence" here is another euphemism for apathy; again! There's no reason for Mind to suddenly claim apathy as his.

Also, very strikingly, "Be Born" and "Just Apathy" are only blue and only purple respectively on the whiteboard. The same can be said for Storm and a Spring.

As for how this changes the song, I think it actually brings to light a more intimate view of Heart's perspective. The soft, crackly voice at the beginning of Just Apathy is a vocalization of Heart's own introspection. Here are the lines in question, just to make sure we're on the same page.

Notably, the way it is captioned in the video resembles Soul's imagery (black lettering; Heart's, over a background of gray static; normally, a staple of Soul's). However, the lines have no connection to Soul; similar to the hoarse words whispered in "Good Day", I believe (mostly without foundation) that Heart uses the similarity of his voice to Soul's as some sort of moral leverage (I would add "against Mind", but since he is alone in Just Apathy, as we've established, he's only justifying this to himself). But I digress. When Mind comes in, the conversation he has with Heart is far more subdued than their normal arguing in, say, TSE.

In the description of Just Apathy, Mr. Jash surrounds "I don't care" and "It's all good" in quotation marks just as they are shown here. Their inclusion is, functionally, to provide a sort of self-awareness to Heart saying these lines---a self awareness that goes hand in hand with the way he depicts Mind in this made up back-and-forth dialogue. Straying into unfounded personal opinion territory here again, but I don't think Heart would ever admit all of this if his opponent was truly Mind; in this case, it seems more likely that Just Apathy is a personal confession of Heart's doubts and his way of inwardly genuinely entertaining Mind's criticisms of him in a self-critical way. Also, listen to how Mind's voice is unusually raspy in the entirety of Just Apathy. It seriously sounds like he's about to burst into tears, especially in lines like "then stop acting like it". I don't remember Mind getting this shaky even in TME. It doesn't truly sound like him, if that makes any sense at all. anyway. obligatory disclaimer that this is all speculation and there's no one correct interpretation :-)

Do y’all remember that post that talked about Be Born being a solo song and not a duet?

I believe the original theory was that it’s Minds real voice shining through the deep synthetic one, but a good friend gave me another theory and it keeps shooting me in the face every time I listen to this song.

What if it’s not Minds ‘true’ voice, but an imitation of Hearts? He’s replicating Hearts voice and singing as him to prove that he can handle doing Hearts ‘job’ for him as well as to mock him.

“I can do the same things you do but better.” Type of thing. He’s quite literally taking over Hearts responsibilities, including his voice.

And then she threw another idea at me……. What if he does it because he misses Hearts voice in apathy and subconsciously copes by singing with it. I KNOW IT SOUNDS CRAZY BUT- There’s so much potential….. if you’re enteracting every waking day with someone you’re bound to remember their habits and speech patterns. He tries to relish in the silence but after a while he can’t help but imagine Heart joking with him or complaining about something stupid. Instead of the voice being inside his head….. it comes out of the voice modulator unintentionally. What if he has full on conversations with himself with Hearts voice after a while. What if it distorts his perception of reality and that even in exile he can’t escape him. What if it furthers his hatred of Heart, what if it drives him farther away from Soul because he can’t let himself be perceived as ‘flawed’. Chat what if he’s suffering in his safe space, his mind. GUYS DO YOU SEE THE VISION.

(Gonna write a one shot like this one day trust)

What if you tried to kill me and my grief manifested into an unhealthy coping mechanism that my logical mind was not programmed to handle and it tormented me until you returned home.

#my god sorry for getting so long winded #I thought I'd just quickly mention Just Apathy and go. my bad #i could not leave this alone i feel really strongly about this interpretation of be born/just apathy/staas AND about -#-some of mind and heart's lines in the soul eclectic #i'm sorry for grammar errors it's late #cccc

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diaferia-dhades · 2 days ago

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Tantrum II - Queen of Onychinus

Sylus x MC (SMUT, MDNI)

Warnings: brat taming, slight bdms(if you squint), edging, CNC, overstimulation, breeding, oral (female receiving), size kink, creampie, safe words, swearing

Word Count:3373, no proofreading

Preview: Based on Tantrum, their one-week baby makin'.

Note: I was originally planning to write like 4 or 5 days out of one week, but it has gotten so long and seemed to be dragging on, that I had to delete most of it and just wrote the first and last day. Also, I'm not the most experienced at writing smut, so please bear with me.

Sylus was in bed. Furious. His eyes glowered as he shut the door and plopped me onto the bed. As soon as his mist let go of me, I quickly got up to try to run out the bedroom, but Sylus immediately grabbed my waist and pushed me back onto the bed.

"H-Hello, Sylus, " I stammered.

"Hello, sweetie." Sylus smirked. "Hope you had fun."

I nervously chucked, "uh, how was the meeting?"

Sylus' smile faded. "Changing the subject won't save you, kitten. Hope you know that."

I smiled innocently, "Oh? What subject should we talk about?"

Sylus stared down at me, clearly frustrated. I smiled, feeling proud that I could make him feel that way. "You better wipe that smile off your face, sweetie."

"Or what?"

Sylus narrowed his eyes, "You love to push my buttons, don't you."

I nervously laughed and scooted closer to the edge of the bed. Sylus lay on his side, propped up by his elbow on the mattress, watching me inching toward the edge. Amusement danced in his eyes as if waiting to see what I would do next.

I used that opportunity to run. I hopped off the bed and ran for the door. I unlocked the door and tried opening it. Except it was closed tightly, as if there was someone standing on the other side of the door, forcing it closed. I looked at the rims of the door, noticing those red mists.

Bastard!

I whipped my head over to look at Sylus. He continued to lie on the bed. I can see his hardened length pressing against his robe.

"Are you done, sweetie?" His voice sounded deeper. His eyes looked at me hungrily.

I pressed my back on the door, "Look, I uh..." I racked my brain, trying to think of anything to say.

Sylus looked at me, waiting for me to continue.

"I uh, well you kind of deserved it."

Sylus eyes darkened. "I deserve this?"

I nodded and folded my arms, "Yes. You left me when I wanted to you stay. I'd say it's a reasonable punishment."

"Sweetie. Sending that image is punishment enough."

"Well, I was feeling petty-" I started and gasped when I felt my body being pushed onto the bed.

Sylus leaned down and grabbed my chin, lifting it up so I could only look at him. "Your cruelty knows no bounds, sweetie. Your punishment is truly unreasonable. I'd say it's more reasonable that I punish you for the unjust punishment you had on me."

I gulped.

"You sure know how to tease." He rolled on top of me, his hands on either of my head, his knees on either side of my hip, looking down at me. "Raven is the safe word. Use any other words, I won't stop."

I'm already regretting everything.

I didn't know when it started or when it ended. My clothes are discarded somewhere on the floor. Sylus used one hand locking my hands above my head while his other hand, his two fingers deep inside of me. Every time I was about to come, Sylus would release his fingers and I would be clenching at nothing.

I was crying, begging. "Sylus, please, let me come, please, please!"

Sylus smirked, "Aw, don't you love being teased."

This fucking bastard. I whined with frustration.

Sylus chuckled, "If I want you to come, I'll let you come."

It has already been nearly half an hour. Half an hour of edging. The bedsheet was wet from how much I was dripping. Two fingers plumping inside of me. "Sylus, please, please, please..." I felt so close to coming, I begged, but he still took his fingers out of my weeping hole, denying me. Tears streamed down my cheeks. My legs are shaking.

Sylus licked my arousal off his fingers. "Fuck, you taste so good." He let go of my hands and leaned back, gathered the wetness around my hole, and stroked his length with it, trying to lube it with my wetness. I stare at him with anticipation.

He smirked. Finally, and finally, he slid into me. Perhaps from the number of times I was denied, I instantly came when he slid in, convulsing around him, trying to suck him further into me. I moaned as he groaned.

"Fuck," Sylus gritted his teeth. He slowly thrust into me, but each trust was hard, slamming himself into me, with his tip kissing my cervix each time.

I went from gasping to whining to moaning, chanting his name like a religion. I couldn't tell if I had already come again because I already felt the overstimulation. I quickly scooted back, to have him slide out of me, and closed my legs with my hands covering between my legs.

"I never said you can close your legs. Spread them." Sylus commanded.

I shook my head, "S'too much!"

Sylus growled in frustration and used his evol to grab my hand and pin it above my head. "You can handle it." Then he grabbed my knees, practically pried my legs apart, and slammed into my abused hole, watching my facial expressions as he slid all of himself inside of me. Before Then he slid out until only the tip was inside before slamming back into me, knocking the breath out of me.

Each thrust is hard and fast. Going all the way out and going all the way in. I was a moaning mess. He leaned down and licked before giving wet kisses along my neck. Then he bit down on my shoulder and I winced and moaned from both the pain and pleasure.

"Tell me, sweetie. Was it fun?" He said in between sucking on my neck. "Was it fun making me wait?"

I couldn't respond. I was mumbling nonsense and moaning.

I can feel I'm getting close. Sylus knows I'm close to how I'm tightening my walls around him. "Don't come yet." He commands.

I shook my head, fresh tears rolled down my cheeks. "Can't" I slurred. "I-I can't" Then I came so fast that it caught me by surprise.

Sylus slowed down and growled, "Didn't I tell you not to come?"

He hooked his hands under my knees, bringing them closer to my chest. Then he thrust deeper this time. Each thrust knocked the air out of my lungs.

"You don't come until I tell you to, do you understand?"

I nodded frantically, the only sounds that were coming out of my mouth were moans and his name. I can already feel the heat, the buildup, between my legs. I closed my eyes, trying to think of something else. Anything that stops me from coming.

"Eyes on me." His deep voice commands.

I opened my eyes and looked into his red eyes. With this new angle, I knew I wouldn't be able to last long. I try to think of something else, but I already feel the buildup is ready to snap.

"Come for me." A single command made me come undone. I opened my mouth in a silent scream, my back arched, my head thrown back, as I felt my entire body shake from such a powerful orgasm. However, Sylus didn't slow down, continuing to ram into me.

"Wait, wait," I panted, trying to push him away shakily to give my body a break from the orgasm.

Sylus groaned, "I can feel you convulsing around me. Fuck, you're so hot." Just a few more thrusts and he painted my walls. I involuntary convulse around him, as if trying to push his seeds further inside of me, pushing it into my womb.

My legs shook violently. Sylus slid out and I felt his come sliding out of me. Sylus spread my legs wider, watching his come, mixed along with my juices, slide out of me, onto the bedsheet.

Sylus groaned. I looked down and saw his length hardens again. I pried his hand off my knees and closed my legs. I tried to scoot away from him.

"We are not done yet." Sylus grabbed my ankle and dragged me toward him. Sylus tried to pry my legs apart, but I forcefully kept them closed.

"You should apologize first!" I yelled.

Sylus smirked, "We'll see who apologizes first." Then he throws both of my legs over one side of his shoulder.

My eyes widen, knowing what he's trying to do. Before I could do anything, I felt his tip, and then he slid in again. I moaned loudly. I felt his entire length inside of me. With the legs closed, he felt nearly twice as big.

I tried to spread my legs but Sylus held them closed. "I gave you the opportunity to spread them, but you decided to be difficult, so let's do this instead."

He thrust in and out, fast. I felt him hitting all the sweet spots that I didn't even realize existed. Sylus smirked as he watched me struggle beneath him, trying to pry him off from the overstimulation.

"Stop, stop, please," My plead fell on deaf ears. Sylus kept the rhythm and I came again. Sylus allowed me a few seconds to catch my breath before flipping me over for another round.

I didn't know how many times we had done it. I tried to crawl away only for him to drag me back. I tried to escape from Sylus. Wherever he caught me is where we ended up fucking. We were doing it on the floor, the nightstand, on the sofa, the window, the walls, then on the door. Each escape was closer to the door, yet I was still confined in that room, impaled by my husband who seemed to not have enough.

One day turned into two. Then three. In a blink of an eye, it's already the sixth day. We went into a routine. We would wake up late, cuddle, and then full-blown sex for several hours into the night. The only times he would stop was either when I passed out or used the safe word. I swear my walls had been stretched and molded for him and him only.

I didn't know whether it was morning or evening, but as soon as I woke up, my husband devoured me hungrily. I giggled when he peppered kissed my neck. "Dear, I just woke up."

"I haven't had breakfast," Sylus answered before licking my breast. The nipple immediately stood up from the attention.

I moaned, "Let's go breakfast."

Sylus licked my nipple before closing his mouth around it. I felt his tongue twirl around my nipple before sucking it. He let go of my nipple with a pop. "I'm having you as breakfast."

"What about me?" I whined.

"I'll make you something after I'm done." He turned his attention to my other breast before I could protest.

Each of his kisses went lower and lower until he reached the heat between my legs. I gasped and moaned. He licked and kissed my cunt before stimulating my clit with his tongue. At first, it was a slow circle movement, as if trying to warm my clit before gently sucking it. Then he would go back to my cunt, licking, kissing, and sucking, like a hungry man who hasn't eaten for days. His eyes were closed as if to savor me. As I felt the pleasure building up, he paid more attention to my clit, trying to draw out my organism. I moaned loudly as I came into his mouth. Sylus groaned, slurping in the juices. He gave a few kisses between my legs before coming up. His lips were wet from my arousal. He leaned in and kissed me, tasting myself from his lips.

"God, you taste so divine." He said before diving in between my legs again.

I quickly pressed my hand against him. "I'm hungry."

Sylus licked my slit and kissed my clit, making me shiver, before taking my hands and kissed my knuckles. "Alright, I'll get something for us to eat."

I nodded, "I would like that."

Sylus smiled, "Don't move, let me take care of you."

Sylus gave me "breakfast", cleaned up the room, and drew a bath for us. All I did was lay in bed and have him carry me everywhere.

He carried me into the bathtub, setting me onto his lap. I leaned backward onto his chest and sighed in bliss. Sylus massaged my body. One of many things I enjoy about Sylus is the fact that he gives very good aftercare. After our intimate session, he would always make sure to pamper me afterward. Speaking of intimate, I think I only used the safe word twice. I feel proud. I might be starting to catch up to Sylus' stamina. Perhaps one day I might have him crying under me. The logical side of my brain tells me that is not going to happen.

One second he was giving me a massage the next, his hand and lips were roaming all over my body.

I giggled, "Sylus, really?"

Sylus nuzzled my neck, "Sweetie, I haven't heard a single apology from you."

I playfully slap his arm, "It is your fault! Yours! If you're so upset that I spent too much money-"

"Oh, honey, I don't mind that at all. Honestly, I wish you'd spent more. You left me hanging while you went out. Tell me, who did you spend your evening with that is more important than me?"

I blinked, confused at his words. Then I remembered the night I cockblocked him when I went to the movies with Tara. I huffed, "I'm not telling you."

Sylus narrowed his eyes, "That person sure is important. I wasn't even able to track you. You sure take measures to make sure I don't find you."

Sylus waited for my response and when I gave none, he pressed me closer to him and whispered into my ear, "Sounds like I haven't tamed my wife enough yet."

Immediately, I tried to leave the bathtub but Sylus pushed me back onto him. "Sweetie, where are you going?"

"Not here. Seriously. It hurts when we did it last time." I remember that time when we tried to do it in the bathtub. Worst idea ever. The water washed all the lube away and it was like we did it raw. Shower and bathtub sex can be left in the books and our imagination.

Sylus chuckled, "Who said I'm fucking you here."

I looked at him surprised, "You're not?"

"Do you want me to?"

I shook my head. He slowly picked me up, "Good." He stepped out of the bathtub and set me down. "I'm planning to fuck you against the wall."

Before I could react, he slammed his lips on mine and pushed me onto the wall. His tongue roamed inside of my mouth, tasting me, while his fingers roamed between my legs. He breaks off the kiss, smiling that I was panting.

He pressed a finger into me and I winced loudly. He scowled slightly, "Sorry, didn't realize you're not wet enough. I'll take care of that." He kneeled down, tossed one of my legs over his shoulder, and dived in between my legs.

I felt his tongue and lips dance in between my thighs. I moaned, grabbing a fistful of his hair. A few kisses, he inserted a finger in me. "There you go, now she's wet enough." He pumps his finger in and out a few more times before sliding his finger out.

He stood up, hooked his arms under my knees, and placed his palm over my bottom. I yelped when he lifted me up then moaned when slides his length into me. I gasped and winced from the sensation. "Sylus, it still hurts a little." I held onto his shoulder, squeezing it tightly.

He stopped halfway. He kissed me gently, on my lips, then go down onto my neck and shoulder before slowly rolled his hip into mine.

At first, he started slow, allowing my body to adjust to his size and wet enough for him to move faster. Then he went full-on slamming into me. I gripped his shoulder and back for dear life, fearing I might fall. I tossed my head back as I came, panting. "I didn't know you were that impatient." I glared at Sylus.

He chuckled, "Have you seen yourself? Any man would lose control if they see you like this." He used his lips on my cheek and gently guided my face to the side. Looking in the mirror. I couldn't believe what I looked like. My face was red, my mouth opened, and half-lidded eyes. I look like I already got fucked dumb from just one round. It made me wonder what I looked like after several rounds.

He whispered into my ear, "Look at yourself while I fuck you senseless. Perhaps then you'll understand why."

He snaps his hips into mine. I moaned loudly. The way I behaved, I felt embarrassed. Sylus groaned before spilling his seeds inside of me. He slowly slid out of me and then turned me toward the mirror. He shoved me toward the mirror and lifted one of my legs.

"Are you seeing this, love?" Sylus whispered into my ear. He guided my face down slightly, making me look at my cunt through the mirror. Both of our come are dripping out of my abused hole. "Are you seeing what you're doing to me?" Then he pressed his tip into me before sliding all of him into me again.

I gasped. I knew he was big but I never realized how big he really is until I saw us fucking in front of the mirror. Honestly, I don't even know how he could fit all of him inside of me. The way his length slid out and in me and the slight bulging was turning me on.

Sylus chuckled, "Does watching yourself turn you on? I can feel you tightening me around me."

I can only moan in response, slightly embarrassed.

"Don't hold yourself back, sweetie. Watch how much your hole begs for me."

The way my vaginal opening wrapped around his length, the way he keeps sliding out then disappearing inside me, hitting all the spots. He guided my face so that I would be looking at my face. "Look at yourself while you come on my dick."

It didn't take me to come onto him. I saw myself throwing my head back slightly, eyes half-lidded, and drool rolling down on the side of my mouth. Sylus groaned loudly as he finished inside of me.

"I wish I had my phone with me so I can take a picture of you like this." He groaned.

My legs were trembling. Sylus let go of my leg. Considering how tall he was, I was tiptoeing as his length was still in me.

"Pull out," I whined, feeling the strain on my feet.

Sylus held securely around my waist so that I wouldn't fall if my legs ever gave out and slowly slid out of me. His come dripped and rolled out of me.

I was surprised by how much he came. "You're going to get me pregnant."

Sylus groaned in response, "I wouldn't mind that."

I playfully slapped his arm, "I'm pretty sure I'm the one carrying it. I should be the one saying 'I wouldn't mind that'."

"I think I just heard you wouldn't mind getting pregnant." Sylus turned me around and pressed me against the mirror.

"You are one cunning crow. How about you get pregnant!"

I slowly blinked awake and groaned. My entire body ached from all the activity we had done for the several days. The entire bedroom, every piece of furniture, Sylus and I all done on it. The wall, the coffee table, the bathroom, the nightstand, the window. Everywhere. I swear we did all the positions in the book. We might've even made new positions. My back hurts. I can't feel my legs. Sylus is a monster.

I think I might be pregnant.

If I knew he could do it for an entire fucking week. I groaned. If I knew Sylus had that much stamina that could last for an entire week, I wouldn't have done this to him!

Ok, internet, do your thing. My edging part sounded very familiar like I had read it somewhere before. Does anyone know where it's from??

#love and deepspace #love and deepspace sylus #lads sylus #sylus #sylus fic #qin che #sylus smut

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moonlight-joy · 3 days ago

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A Flame Divided

Fandom: House of Dragon

Summary: In a tale of love and rivalry, your engagement to Jacaerys Velaryon is tested by the relentless pursuit of Aemond Targaryen. As two princes vie for your heart, the fiery devotion of your betrothed proves unshakable, standing as a beacon of steadiness against Aemond’s tempestuous intensity. With moments of tension, forbidden declarations, and steadfast love, this is a story of loyalty triumphing over temptation, where your bond with Jace endures even the most formidable storm.

Pairing: Reader/Jacaerys Velaryon

The engagement between you and Jacaerys Velaryon was a union forged in fire and blood, a strategic alliance meant to strengthen House Targaryen’s claim to the throne. Jacaerys, with his warm brown eyes and steadfast loyalty, was everything a future queen could want. Over time, your shared moments turned what had begun as a duty into something deeper—affection and understanding. But lurking in the shadows of your betrothal was another force entirely: Aemond Targaryen.

Where Jace embodied the warmth of a steady flame, Aemond was the cold, consuming edge of fire. His presence was magnetic and unsettling, a storm that seemed to follow you wherever you went. His single violet eye burned with intensity, the sapphire in place of the other gleaming like a dark promise. Though you tried to avoid him, Aemond made no effort to hide his interest, his gaze lingering too long during court gatherings and his words cutting through the air like a blade.

One afternoon, as you sat reading beneath a weeping tree in Dragonstone’s gardens, Aemond approached, his boots crunching on the gravel path. You looked up, already wary of the intensity in his expression.

“Lady Y/N,” he greeted, his voice smooth but laced with something sharper. “Does my nephew neglect you so thoroughly that you must find solace in books?”

You closed the book in your lap, meeting his gaze with a calmness that masked the flutter of nerves in your chest. “Prince Jacaerys values my intellect,” you replied evenly. “Perhaps you should take note.”

Aemond smirked, but his eye glinted dangerously. “Jace values many things, but does he truly understand what he has in you?”

Before you could respond, Jacaerys appeared, his presence immediately filling the space with warmth and protection. “Aemond,” Jace said, his voice clipped, “is there a reason you’re intruding?”

Aemond’s smirk widened, his tone unbothered. “I was merely offering my lady some company.”

“She has all the company she needs,” Jace replied, stepping firmly between you and his uncle. His stance was protective, but the tension in his jaw betrayed the deeper animosity simmering between them.

Aemond’s gaze flicked between you and Jace, his expression turning colder. “Of course,” he said smoothly, inclining his head toward you. “I’ll leave you to your… prince.”

He turned and walked away, but the tension he left behind lingered in the air. Jace turned to you, his features softening. “Are you all right?” he asked, his voice low and concerned.

“I’m fine,” you assured him, though your heart still raced. “He’s… persistent, but I can handle him.”

Aemond’s persistence, however, didn’t waver. At a banquet in King’s Landing, his attention found you once more. The hall was alive with music and laughter, but the moment Aemond’s eye caught yours across the room, the rest of the world seemed to fade. He approached you as you stood by a column, away from the crowd, his voice low and insistent.

“Do you truly wish to marry him?” he asked without preamble, his words cutting through the festive air like a blade.

You stiffened, glancing around to ensure no one was listening. “Aemond, this is not a conversation we should be having.”

“Yet here we are,” he countered, stepping closer. “Do you feel it, Y/N? This… pull between us. Or do you deny it?”

Your breath caught at the audacity of his words. There was something undeniably magnetic about Aemond, a danger that drew you even as it unsettled you. But you thought of Jace—his kindness, his unwavering loyalty—and steadied yourself.

“I am engaged to Jacaerys,” you said firmly. “And I intend to honor that.”

Aemond’s jaw tightened, his frustration barely concealed. “He doesn’t see you the way I do,” he said, his voice a near whisper. “He can’t. But I would burn the world for you.”

The intensity of his declaration sent a shiver through you, both intoxicating and terrifying. Before you could respond, Jace’s voice called your name, breaking the moment. Aemond’s expression darkened, but he stepped back, allowing you to return to Jace’s side.

The tension between Jace and Aemond grew impossible to ignore. Jace, ever the honorable prince, did his best to shield you from it, but the rivalry burned too brightly to be contained. One evening, as you and Jace walked along the battlements of Dragonstone, the topic finally surfaced.

“Does he bother you?” Jace asked, his voice laced with concern. “If Aemond oversteps, I’ll—”

“No,” you interrupted, placing a hand on his arm. “He’s persistent, but I can handle him.”

Jace’s gaze softened, though the flicker of doubt remained. “I won’t let him come between us,” he said resolutely. “You’re mine, Y/N. He can’t change that.”

Your heart ached at the sincerity in his words, and you placed a hand on his cheek. “I know. And I’m exactly where I’m meant to be.”

The tension reached its peak one stormy evening in the Great Hall of Dragonstone. Aemond, uninvited, had arrived as a messenger from King’s Landing, though it was clear his true purpose was far more personal. As the rain lashed against the castle windows, Jace confronted his uncle, the air between them crackling with unspoken anger.

“She is my betrothed,” Jace said, his voice steady but edged with fury. “You will respect that.”

Aemond’s smirk returned, though his eye burned with fire. “Respect?” he echoed, his tone mocking. “Respect is earned, nephew. Tell me, what have you done to deserve her?”

The hall fell silent, the storm outside a fitting backdrop to the clash within. You stepped forward, placing a hand on Jace’s arm to steady him before turning to Aemond.

“This has gone far enough,” you said firmly. “Aemond, you must let this go.”

His gaze softened for a moment, and he looked at you as though you were the only person in the room. “Can you truly ask me to let go of something I would fight the gods themselves to have?”

Your heart twisted, but you met his gaze with unwavering resolve. “Yes. Because my heart belongs to Jacaerys.”

Aemond’s smirk faltered, and for a brief moment, something like heartbreak flickered across his face. He nodded curtly, his voice low. “Then so be it.”

Without another word, he turned and strode out into the storm, leaving you and Jace to the quiet aftermath of his departure.

That night, as you sat with Jace by the fire, his arms wrapped protectively around you, the weight of the evening began to lift. He pressed a kiss to your temple, his voice a quiet murmur. “I won’t let him hurt you. Or us.”

You turned to him, meeting his gaze with a soft smile. “I know. I’m exactly where I’m meant to be.”

Though Aemond’s shadow lingered on the edges of your life, your bond with Jace remained unbroken—a flame that burned bright and steady, proof that love, when true, could withstand even the fiercest storm. Together, you and Jace stood strong, united against whatever the world might bring.

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#jacaerys velaryon x reader #jacaerys targaryen x reader #jacaerys targaryen #jacaerys velaryon #asoiaf #house of the dragon #a song of ice and fire #hotd #asoiaf fanfic #hotd fanfic

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steddieas-shegoes · 17 hours ago

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first of the year

for @steddieholidaydrabbles prompt 'midnight'

all of my holiday drabbles will be from the bear hugs universe. many of them could probably be read standalone, but will make the most sense and be enjoyed best if you read that first!

rated e | 783 words | no cw | tags: established relationship, sexual frustration, frottage, multiple orgasms

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Eddie stares at the ceiling. Blinks. Breathes in. Holds it. Breathes out.

Steve’s fingers curl into a fist against Eddie’s chest as he lets out a soft snore.

It’s the first year he isn’t out partying for New Year’s Eve. Steve asked if he wanted to find a babysitter and go out with him, and he insisted he didn’t. He has no reason to go out now that he has this family and this life.

And he means it. He’s settled. He’s happy.

He’s fucking losing his mind.

It’s 11:54 at night on New Year’s Eve and he’s in bed with the love of his life while their daughter sleeps in her room down the hall and in the morning he’ll wake up and make pancakes while Steve makes coffee and they’ll go skate at the rink that’s basically their second home. It’s 11:54 at night on New Year’s Eve and they let Rory stay up past her bedtime, but she didn’t make it to midnight, so he carried her to bed and kissed her forehead. It’s 11:54 at night on New Year’s Eve and Steve was already asleep by the time he got back to their bed.

He isn’t even getting a midnight kiss from his future husband.

It’s silly to feel even a little upset. He’s got years and years of midnight kisses ahead of him.

Steve’s leg kicks over his own and his thigh rubs against his boxers, tugging them tight against his dick. Eddie barely bites back a moan.

They’ve been so busy with the holidays, having Robin and Chrissy and Wayne over for a couple days, taking Rory to private lessons, preparing for the chaos the new year will bring almost immediately. They haven’t had any intimate time for nearly two weeks.

Oh. That’s why Eddie’s so on edge.

Maybe if he can adjust Steve enough, he can get a hand on his rapidly hardening cock, get himself off so he can fall asleep. If he just…shifts…

“‘S wrong?” Steve mumbles sleepily, raspy voice making Eddie still completely.

He knows better than to fake sleeping. Steve’s already awake, probably already feels his hard length against his thigh.

“Ah,” he says before Eddie can come up with something, anything. “Need me to help you?”

Jesus, yeah. Eddie’s never needed anything more. But he’s pretty sure it’s gonna take one or two tiny movements of Steve’s leg to get him there.

“Won’t need much,” Eddie admits.

Steve sits up and leans on an elbow, looking down at Eddie who’s started sweating at some point in the last minute. Maybe he’s been working himself up longer than he realized.

”Use my leg,” Steve says as he brings it up an inch, presses down for a second to show that it’s in the perfect spot. “Were you gonna get off while I slept?”

Eddie shakes his head, whimpers as he ruts up against Steve’s thigh. He’s leaking. It would be embarrassing if anything they ever did together could be embarrassing.

“You weren’t gonna try to sneak your hand in your boxers?” Steve tights his muscle, smirks when Eddie ruts faster. “Is this better?”

“Mhm, so much better,” Eddie gasps as he feels his stomach tighten. “Fuck, like that.”

“You’re doing all the work, baby. I’m just watchin’.”

That sends Eddie right over the edge. He almost can’t believe how good it feels, something this simple. Something where he is doing all the work.

“Fuck,” he says again, trembling through it, feeling too warm, but shivering under Steve’s gaze. “I needed that.”

“I know.” Steve leans down to kiss his lips, softer than he expects. “Sorry we haven’t had time. I feel like I’ve been neglecting you.”

“No, it’s-” he’s cut off by the sound of fireworks going off outside, and he remembers that they aren’t too far from where the city’s midnight show is. “Is that gonna wake Rory up?”

“Nah. She’s used to the city noises,” Steve’s hand drifts down to Eddie’s waistband, grimacing at how wet it is. “Probably should get cleaned up.”

“Or…” Eddie grabs Steve’s wrist, squeezes. “We could make more of a mess first.”

Steve huffs a laugh as he lets his head fall to Eddie’s chest for a moment.

“Happy New Year, baby.”

“Is that a yes?” Eddie asks.

“It’s always a yes,” Steve kisses his chest and lifts his head up. “Get these off.”

“Happy New Year, sweetheart,” Eddie says as he strips off his boxers.

The sound of the fireworks drowns out some of their moans, but Steve’s gentle ‘I love you’ is still loud enough to echo in Eddie’s head as he comes for the second time that night.

#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #steddie holiday drabbles #steddie events #steve harrington x eddie munson #bear hugs universe #midnight

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ssaluss · 2 days ago

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This one in particular gave me ideas, im sleep deprived and my wisdom teeth hurts so much i feel it in my eyes, so its perfect for writing lez go.

Him looking different could be an accident depending on wich take you wanna go for his origins, if he was lab created for, idk, GUN getting quirk and wanting something that could counter shadow but obey them, just for this little silver thing that looks useless and physically weaker to appear, they discard the project cause they made it in the molds of the ultimate lifeform and not only it seems weaker it also do not look like him at all so it do look like a failure.

If you go with the biodadow, albinism is a thing and its just cute in general cause i think its funny if silver being this really strong character (he can FLY USING HIS MIND and we dont talk about it enough) just getting sunburned cause he forgot sunscream.

Not trapped into any specific thing (lab, bio, just spawned) it also could just be like a mutation in general that its not commonly found between the blackarms that make them physically weaker but mentally stronger (yeah like rpg stats my boy but them in wisdom and called a day). This ine can tap into the prophecy territory like, these mutated blackarms were attack and distroyed cause their mind wouldn't bend to the hive call and they were so strong they were challenging their leader ignoring the call and even assuming control of others, that's why they were exterminated and every B.A. with the mutation were quickly terminated, but as they don't exist in silver's time, and anyway he got this alien DNA, his chaos signature and his DNA just worked together for him to get this mutation.

Now, im going to get this last bit and tie it along with him constantly having the white noise AND why shadow just don't interact much with him in cannon, lets dive into it and i really need painkillers now.

So, as i said before, he has an unique mind and control over the call, the concept for some reason remembered me of the force in star wars, whatever, so, as his mind is stronger he can just always be in tune, but as most of his futures are apocalyptic and idk from wich he came, he just don't know what he's doing, he feels like he should hear something, sometimes he even gets this feeling someone is reaching out (in the hypotesis of shadow being trapped like in 06 or something like that). The white noise is there cause he can't turn it out, he can turn it down, but its always in the back of his mind.

When he travels back in time, shadow is not a fan of being too close to him and always seems annoyed when he tries to be polite (i like my silver with edge so i like when he's salty like the 14 year old teenager boy that he is). Shadow's actually feeling some connection, he doesn't like it one bit cause it feels like its gnawling in his brain and he can't point out why, silver came from the future and all but he doesn't seem to know him so why does he feels that way? It clicks when, someday, the gang is called and everyone is there to help, even the future boy, shadow's there fighting when he feels something is wrong, a sharp feeling in the back of his head, soom followed by a familiar voice ecoing inside his head, the words clear...

"HELP ME!"

People talking about what if Shadow was Silver’s dad y’know but NOT ONCE have I seen anyone say that if that’s true, then Silver has black arms blood

#i can't write to save my life #going to get the painkillers now #i need to sleep #like really #sonic fanfiction #reblog #silver the hedgehog #dadow #sorry for the long a response #i did my best #i tried so hard #and got so far #but in the end #it doesnt even matter #CAUSE ITS ALMOST 4AM WHY I DO THIS

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coyle-and-co · 2 days ago

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prime assets plus my oc …. rrgggg

i can’t be bothered to color them all rn because coyle nearly gave me an aneurysm trying to draw him 😓!!!! (plus i don’t do chibi or line art very often majority of my art is line-less but i haven’t drawn these goobers before so i wanted to practice)

oc ramble from here on out!!!

is this all self indulgent? yeah but it’s MY blog i do what i want ……😈

His name is Dolly (nickname)! He’s an ex-pop of some variety (no idea if i wanna make him a prime asset or not because i feel like id breach mary sue territory ((im the only person who cares abt that)) and hgh)…he’s mostly mute due to his mask muffling his voice!! the mask has a tube that goes into his mouth and down his throat to basically force him to breathe <\3

He’s VERY clingy and affectionate to the other ex-pops, specifically Coyle, Franco, & Gooseberry. They don’t necessarily return his affections but they can’t do anything but take it, not like they can kill him, though it’s nice sometimes when he’s not trailing behind them like a lost dog

He’s particularly keen on Coyle, not in a romantic sense (or sexual, or anything really) but he sees him as an authority figure only because he was a cop. Coyle enjoys that part but not when he interrupts his “investigations” to grab his arm or something. He tends to hug him from behind which will scare the shit out Coyle if he’s not paying attention, and he will thrash until Dolly either lets go or he gives up lmao 😭

With Franco, they both don’t really know what to make of each other but Dolly thinks he’s adorable (in a murder-y sense HAHA), usually doting on him or trying to coddle him randomly. Which Franco gets a kick out of unless he’s actually trying to do something then he looses his rag a bit at him (and Gooseberry makes him say sorry) ((he won’t))

Gooseberry is Dolly’s FAVORITE, mostly because out of all the prime assets she’s the most receptive towards his physical affection, always accepting his hugs and doesn’t mind that he follows her around. She is after all a “mother”, so to her he’s just a clingy child. However if he breaks anything in the orphanage she will put him on time out 😓

He’s confused by the reagents mostly, he’s not the brightest and has no idea why they run away from him, however he does tend to hurl explosives at people for shits and gigs so maybe that’s why (he won’t put two and two together)

Pitcher, Pusher & the grunts find him more than a little irritating, mostly because he tends to get in the way of them doing their jobs (murdering reagents)

He’s easily stunned and a good brick to the face will knock him flat for a bit, but he all thinks this is a fun little game </3

Dolly’s whole get up is inspired by the one gimp outfit from the unholy night pack, haven’t figured out a lore reason why he’d wear it other than he’s gay i guess, but he does like to cross dress (much to the disgruntlement of Coyle, who has probably hurled a few slurs at him from time to time, Gooseberry just loves to help him dress up and Franco doesn’t care enough about what he’s doing when he’s not babying him, just assumes Dolly’s a pervert)

i loaf him so….i wanna crush him in my palm…like bug

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IGNITED SOULS ⍟ JAKE WEBBER

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬. your childhood best friend introduces you to more than just learning how to shotgun smoke.

𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭. yes, you can find it here.

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭. SMUT ! innocent!reader, smoking [marijuana], foreplay [oral f!receiving, fingering], edging [if you squint], unprotected sex !?, loss of virginity, non-established relationship, best friends to lovers trope.

𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬. i got carried away writing this but this has to be one of my favorites ive ever written.

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭. 4.8k

you and your best friend have always been opposite each other. you liked things like school, reading, and learning … but he was the more street-smart type not book-smart like yourself.

you didn’t go to parties or really have many friends, it was just jake — and you were okay with it being that way.

you and jake were just fine by yourselves. you liked each others company more than you liked anyone else’s. jake liked to party but he’d miss a party if it meant spending time with you. so, you and your childhood best friend were currently laying in bed together watching a movie when he spoke up. “wanna get high?” he turned to you propped up on his elbow.

you nodded agreeing with his idea. one thing you admit you had taken a liking toward was smoking. it really helped with how anxious you had become because of high school and jake knew that. when he offered to teach you how to smoke he was hesitant, not wanting to think he was a bad influence on you but then he realized it could do good for you sometimes.

jake brought everything out for you two passing you the rolling tray and sheet of paper. it was like clockwork. jake took the grinder taking the earthy substance that filled the air with the aroma. the rhythmic crunch of jake’s work filling the air before he passed it to you so that you could pool it in the center of the paper and roll it in place. as you did the final seal and twist of it jake smiled leaning back against the headboard.

he took the tin and rolling tray placing it back where he got it from before grabbing his lighter. you passed the blunt over to him so he could light it up. the lighter sparked, briefly illuminating jake’s face before it connected with the end catching on fire.

jake slowly inhaled holding the smoke for a moment then leaning back and blowing it out into the air. he sighed as he looked lazily at you placing it between your fingers as you reached out.

you grinned, taking the blunt into your own hands. you both sat there as you took a hit, knees touching as the faint glow illuminated your face for a split second. you inhaled deeply holding it just as jake taught you to before a swirl of smoke was exhaled out of your mouth. you sighed softly feeling relief.

you both continued those actions repeatedly as the haze of the smoke began to thicken. the silence in the room, comfortable and not at all awkward. it was calm. your most favorite part of the day.

the movie played softly in the background when a thought crossed your mind. “you know… ever since i started smoking, i’ve always wanted to try shotgunning the smoke.” your voice casual but carrying a hint of something else jake couldn’t help but notice.

jake paused as he was mid-inhale blowing out the smoke immediately almost coughing. “shotgunning? like.. blowing the smoke into someone’s mouth?” the smoke flowed between his lips as he spoke.

you nodded with a small smile playing on your lips. “i mean yeah, i’ve seen it be done in movies and shows you know and well, i kinda thought it would be fun to try.” you shrugged, trying not to be so … nervous.

jake laughed lowly his head tilting back slightly. “i mean sure, yeah i get it. uh… but you sure? i mean… it’s me.”

you rolled your eyes grabbing the blunt from his fingers and taking a hit. “yeah, i mean i trust you the most. you’re my best friend.”

jake nodded, feeling internally nervous for some reason. “yeah…” his heart was thudding in his chest but he continued to show a tough front. “you uh… you wanna do it now?”

your heart jumped. now? yes now. you nodded passing him the blunt. “yeah, it should be pretty easy right? um… you blow it into my mouth.”

he nodded bringing the blunt to his lips facing you. “okay, ready?”

you took a deep breath and nodded. you watched as he took another drag from the blunt, the flare of the tip lighting up both your faces as you leaned closer wanting to be prepared.

he exhaled slowly leaning closer, centimeters apart — the smoke streaming toward you. you leaned further in but not quite close enough causing jake to pull you by the waist so you didn't fail. your faces closer than ever before now jake continued his actions — and let the smoke pass your lips.

in that moment, the world seemed to stop spinning. the space between you both feeling euphoric as the smoke continued to pass through — both your breathing mingling in between.

you felt butterflies in your stomach as he pulled away slightly. “that.. was.” you whispered softly then smiled trying not to make it awkward. “cool.”

he gulped mumbling. “yeah…” his gaze was lingering on your lips for a moment, tension filling the room. “really cool.”

you didn’t realize that line of friendship could be blurred but when you felt it was you didn’t know what to do. all you did was grab the blunt from his fingers and continue to smoke it to try to defuse the tension of the situation.

you put your attention on the movie playing now even though you had no idea was was going on.

multiple minutes passed before there was a scene in the movie that made everything even more awkward. they were in the car sharing a soft and passionate kiss. they too looked like that environment was new to them.

another thought crossed your mind as the tv flickered across the room. you bit your cheek before speaking very quietly. “i’ve never had my first kiss.”

your confession lingered in the air when jake’s eyes widened slightly. he turned toward you. “wait really?” his voice softer than usual. his voice was always soft speaking to you… not rough like how he spoke to others but this time … it was way different.

you looked down shyly, your gaze fixed on your lap as you fiddled with the strings of your hoodie. “yeah.. never.”

jake blinked slowly still trying to process the information. “i mean … i just thought you would’ve…” he trailed off not wanting to make you feel uncomfortable. “it’s not a bad thing though. i was just surprised.”

your cheeks flushed thinking about how jake most likely has kissed a girl. “i guess i'm just falling behind? i don’t know. everyone else has and i haven’t even tried.” you hesitated before speaking once more. “even if… i just wouldn’t even know how.”

jake swallowed harshly getting a hint of what you were implying but choosing to ignore it. “it isn’t weird…” he said carefully, thinking of how beautiful you were. “i mean you’re—” he stopped himself from saying what was on his mind.

you fiddled with your fingers before looking at him and then away. “would you… maybe teach me?”

his breathing hitched. “m-me?” he was confused at why you asked him. “i… are you sure?”

you nodded trying to seem confident even though your hands were shaking. “you’re my best friend. like i said earlier i trust you with everything. it’s… it’s only a kiss right?” the question was more to convince yourself. he noticed the way your voice faltered and the way you forced yourself to maintain eye contact. you were extremely nervous. he thought to himself.

he let out a deep exhale as he thought for a few seconds then nodded. “okay, if you’re sure.”

you smiled lightly. “positive.” you were still resting on your knees as he was still sitting back against the headboard.

a silence rested between you both before he turned slightly toward you and you moved closer toward him. your legs were practically touching as he finally settled on a good spot where you could lean forward comfortably.

your heart was beating out of your chest as he began to lean forward. his eyes flitting between yours and your lips. you felt he could practically hear your heart beat as he got closer and closer. you stayed perfectly still feeling frozen. oh my gosh, i’m about to kiss my best friend, you thought to yourself. eyes widening a bit before fluttering closed as you felt his breath against your lips.

when your lips finally met, it was soft and unsure. a very hesitant touch that you weren't sure you could handle. there was no movement as very few seconds passed. he pulled away looking at you for approval. “was that okay?” he whispered, still so close to you.

you blinked slowly mesmerized by him and nodded. “yeah.” your voice was breathless as your lips stayed parted.

“d’ya wanna try again?” he questioned, hesitantly and unsteadily.

your nod was smaller this time somehow becoming even more shy than before. you knew you wanted more. you wanted more than just a peck, that’s what made you so nervous. what if.. if you didn’t want to stop?

regardless, this time you leaned in feeling hypnotized. he understood the cue and met your lips in the middle, his left hand resting on your cheek. this time your lips molded rather than just touched. it was euphoric.

this kiss was different. way different. it was longer, deeper — impossible to pull away from. your fingers experimentally touched his arm needing to gain balance as you found yourself pushing against him a bit harsher — neither of you realizing that you had been instead sitting on your knees, kneeling on the bed making yourself a bit taller than him.

the kiss kept going to the point where you placed your hands on his shoulders as his hands went to your hips helping you straddle him. you could taste the remaining flavor of the marijuana you smoked prior on his tongue.

the time felt slow as if the rest of the world stopped. you kept sensing that feeling as your breaths mingled together.

when you both finally pulled away he swore he could hear a tiny whimper come from your mouth. “fuck — you’re so…” he couldn’t finish his sentence feeling himself become stiff in his pants.

you noticed and found yourself mindlessly grinding on him, your actions eliciting a moan to escape his lips. you stopped, “m’sorry. m’so sorry.” you apologized.

he shook his head leaning his head back against the wall as he tried to control his breathing. “n-no. don’t be… it feels — feels really good.”

you took those words and ran with them as you then picked up your actions once more grinding your center over his hard-on. like jake, you moaned at the sensation it brought you.

he pressed his lips together trying to stifle his moans but decided he would do better with your lips on his so he pulled you by your neck to connect them once again.

you gasped at the sudden move, still mindlessly grinding over him. the kiss was no longer hesitant at all. it was passionate and fast-paced — like you both have been holding it in for so long. it held a deeper intensity.

his hand went from cupping your cheek to your jaw then your neck squeezing slightly. you don’t know what about it turned you on but it did.

your fingers gripped the collar of his shirt tilting your head to gain more access and wanting to deepen the kiss. his hand then moved from your neck to your face along with his other hand wanting to memorize how soft you felt, how gentle.

your movement felt so natural like this is what was meant to happen. your hearts were racing so fast they felt they might burst. every second his warm lips were on yours was another second you were grateful that you were put on this earth.

how long have you felt this way? you didn’t know but you knew it didn’t just come out of nowhere. you’ve felt like this for a while but somehow some way those feelings were buried inside.

later on, his hands found themselves on your waist pulling you harshly so that you were grinding harder on him. he let out short breaths and low groans loving that feeling of your clothed centers rubbing against each other. the space in between you guys disappearing by the second.

your nervousness was completely gone and replaced by something you’ve never experienced before. you felt so helpless and uncomfortable down where your centers were colliding and you wanted to fix it. you wanted to satisfy and pleasure it. you wanted him to satisfy and pleasure you.

in that moment you found your hands clutching at the collar of his shirt desperately — more than before. jake pulled his lips off yours causing you to lean forward but he placed a hand on your shoulder.

confused you opened your eyes looking at his flushed cheeks and pink lips. “yn..” his voice spoke up, low and rough.

you didn’t respond with words. only by wrapping your hands around his neck and pulling him in for another kiss.

he found himself lost in you once more before he snapped out of it. he pulled away once again leaving you breathless snd needy. “yn…” he whined, his voice still low and raspy. “i… we… fuck.” he stuttered, unsure of what to say.

you felt his hardness beneath you desperately wanting him inside you. “i want you, jake.” your hands found themselves back on his shirt fiddling with his collar.

he was hesitant. “i… we can’t. you’re my best friend i don’t want to ruin things and… i don’t have anything. shit…” he groaned, the words you spoke making him want you even more.

you hesitated but at the moment just didn’t care. “jake… i want to do this with you more than anyone else…” you both were so close to each other, it was like a dream “and also i’ve been on birth control since sophomore year… it’s okay.”

he seemed conflicted so you quickly wanted to reassure him. “if you don’t want to i understand, i promise. i don’t want you to do something you don’t want to do.”

silence filled the room as he thought about everything that happened in the past minute. he looked at your lips then your eyes exhaling quickly before speaking. “fuck it.”

his lips crashed into yours harshly and strongly. he wrapped his left arm around your waist laying you on your back. the make out going from 0 to 100 in milliseconds.

it hadn’t even been a minute before he was taking off his shirt. when he made eye contact with you he saw the panic in your eyes. “i’ll be gentle for you. i promise.” he caressed your cheek earning a soft nod from you.

after kissing your lips for a few seconds he pulled away pulling up your sweatshirt. you knew what he was trying to do and lifted up your arms to make it easier for him. a few seconds later it was off and his lips were on your neck.

your head was thrown back against the sheets while jake’s hand was roaming your body and the other was propping himself up. one of your hands made their home in jake’s hair just loving the way his lips peppered kisses on your skin.

further, he started lifting up your t-shirt and brought his lips lower. he was kissing your stomach the sensation surreal. you’ve never been kissed anywhere… so feeling how you felt now — it was unbelievable.

you let out a small sound egging jake on causing his right hand to start lifting up your shirt more and more fully removing it and revealing the daintiest white bra. jake noticed how you avoided eye contact and how your hands retreated back to your sides at the feeling of being exposed in front of him.

he grabbed your hands moving them away continuing to look at your body. “you’re so fucking beautiful yn.” he said before leaning down and kissing all over your chest. “most beautiful woman i’ve ever seen.”

those words reassured you bringing a small smile on your lips.

following those kisses jake began to trail his fingers lower and lower to where you felt you craved touch the most. jake was no stranger to intimacy but with you he felt so nervous. he wanted to be good for you — he wanted to be the best for you.

his hands made their way to the waistband of your sweats starting to pull them down. your breathing hitched before calming yourself down. you kept telling yourself, you can do it.

you lifted up your legs so he was able to pull them off your body leaving you in your underwear and t-shirt. he slowly made his way down your body his lips following his trail.

goosebumps came to the surface of where he touched your delicate skin bringing shivers to you. you looked down propping yourself up on your elbows. he kissed your stomach, then hips, then all the way to your most intimate area.

you gently trailed across the waistband of them, loving how pretty and dainty they were. the way they showcased those tiny bows that he found so adorable. he was fighting the urge to just rip off your underwear right now. alternatively, he looked up kissing above your waistband before speaking, “gonna let me take these off?”

you took in a shaky breath. “i…”

he rubbed your upper thigh. “promise… i’ll make you feel so good. if you want me to stop i’ll stop but if you want me to keep going, i swear ill make you feel good. i’ll do anything to make you feel good.”

his words reassured you instantly, showing how much trust you actually had in him. you nodded. “okay." you took a deep breath. "yes, you can.”

he nodded rather quickly beginning to tug them down revealing what he’d been craving. he just wanted one taste… to get you wet enough so that the whole thing would be easier and more comfortable for you.

your underwear was taken off and thrown to the side revealing that pretty pussy that hadn’t been shown to anyone and now he was the one that would be able to pleasure you for the first time. he wanted to make it unforgettable.

he parted your thighs with his hands looking up at you for approval. your eyebrows were furrowed just thinking about how it would feel but your imagination didn’t even come close.

jake used his fingers to part your lower lips and took one small lick. your lips separated feeling that tiny ounce of pleasure. your breathing was still level but was speeding up slightly. you then felt another lick, harsher than the first. then, you felt his lips wrap around you sucking as he groaned against them eliciting a tiny whimper from you. “oh my fuck…” you cursed, the pleasure you received insanely unreal.

the noises you made spurred jake on to keep his actions up. he made sure to put his tongue to action flicking your most sensitive part causing you to go feral.

you couldn’t keep your eyes open allowing them to flutter closed at the sensation. you bit your lip reluctantly allowing your head to fall back against the bed. your hand found its way to his fluffy hair gripping it harshly as he kept his actions going.

he groaned against you, the vibrations sending a shock up your body. you couldn’t… it was so much all at once. it felt so good. “yes… mph.” you groaned with a clenched jaw.

jake smiled against your pussy. “does it feel good?” he questioned getting no response from you as you were in your own little world. “yn.” he spoke louder catching your attention. “c’mon, tell me. does it feel good?” his eyes made eye contact with yours.

you nodded quickly. “yes jake.” your mouth was agape looking at how he completely devoured you. “so so good… holy shit i feel — i feel…” you couldn’t finish your sentence as your thighs started to shake.

jake knew if he kept it up you would cum on his tongue but he found the will to stop. as soon as that pleasure was ripped away from you your head shot up. “why… why’d you stop?” you choked out.

jake leaned up kneeling on the bed in front of you tugging down his sweats. “want you to cum on my cock.” his tone was hoarse as he felt the sweats he was wearing tight on his waist. he got off the bed pulling them down along with his boxers not realizing this would be the first time his best friend would see him vulnerable like that but he didn’t care.

he just wanted you. he’s been wanting you.

he kicked off his boxers climbing back on the bed in front of you. your eyes widened at his size. “oh God…” you gulped. “how… how is that… jake—” you cut yourself off.

he pumped himself noticing you started to panic. he leaned down over you trying to reassure you. “hey… hey it’ll be okay. i’ll go slow i promise. i…” he bit his cheek. “we don’t have to do this yn. we don’t…” he shook his head with furrowed brows genuinely worried about how you’re feeling.

you looked him in the eyes seeing his intentions, how he was worried for you, how he wanted to make you feel as comfortable as possible. you closed your eyes trying to calm yourself down. it will be okay.

you slowly nodded lying back down staring at the ceiling. “okay..” you whispered to yourself. jake leaned more over you wanting to know what was going on inside your head. you looked him in the eyes noticing the worried look on his face. “you’ll go slow?”

he nodded searching your face. “i’ll go slow, i promise.”

after a few moments of silence you nodded grabbing onto his shoulders. “okay i’m ready. just… just do it.” your eyes were shut tight afraid of what was to come.

jake didn’t like that.

“please, look at me.” he begged. you made a tiny noise before opening your eyes. “just keep your eyes on me, yeah? it’ll be okay” you had no idea why you were so nervous but reluctantly you nodded trying your best to keep eye contact with him.

jake nodded eyes moving in between yours looking down quickly to line himself up. you felt his tip touch your clit then lower slightly nudging your entrance. he shifted a bit pushing slightly to make sure he was doing okay before he looked back up at you. “going slow, baby. going slow.” the pet name genuinely calming you down.

you nodded showing you were understanding. it felt like your breath was getting knocked out of you as he entered slowly — so tortuously slow.

then you felt the sting. you couldn’t speak… couldn’t do anything but grunt, clench your jaw, and lean your head back as he pushed further in. you squeezed his shoulders before feeling tears prickle in your eyes. finally, you were able to utter something. “jake…” you groaned your mouth opened wide but nothing, only tiny whimpers of pain coming out.

“m’sorry… sorry i’m going slow im going slow. almost there baby almost there. you can tell me to stop.” he repeated in panic. he hated seeing you in pain especially when all he was experiencing was pleasure. “fuck..” he groaned trying to hold himself back.

you whined and whined before jake decided impulsively to just do anything to distract you. he placed his lips on yours softly allowing you to start kissing him back first. when you did he kissed sensually and slowly, not like earlier. it was soft and passionate as he pushed in further and further.

you still felt the immense sting as he stretched you out but it wasn’t as bad when his lips were on yours. you didn’t even notice that he had pushed all the way in before he pulled away. “i’m in.” he said breathlessly, the veins in his neck prominently popping out.

you look down at your centers connected before resting your head back. “feel so… full.” you groaned, still feeling that sting. the worst was over though. you thought. you decided to move your hands more towards jake’s neck as you moved your legs further apart. “you can move jake.”

he raised his brows. “are you sure? i can… i can wait.” he cleared his throat. you nodded with a verbal yes not wanting to be still for much longer. he took a deep breath. “okay… okay. m’gonna move.” he agreed before pulling out slowly and pushing back in.

you groaned, feeling that sting you thought was gone but it was less uncomfortable. he repeated his actions again and again and each time the sting slowly simmered. still there, but not as strong. your head tilted back as one particular thrust reached deeper inside you making you a strange sensation.

jake found his lips on your neck kissing gently as he fucked you slowly. he was holding back the urge to cum wanting you to reach that peak first. his groans sent butterflies in your stomach.

you opened your eyes looking down at you both once more not getting enough of just watching him disappear inside you over and over again.

you were at the point now where you were starting to feel extreme pleasure. that feeling of him stretching you out over and over again. you couldn’t get enough. “y-you can move faster.” you gasped clutching jake’s shoulders.

he groaned shortly gulping trying to keep himself from falling apart. “you sure? don’t wanna hurt you..” his mouth was open at the pleasure he was receiving as well.

you nodded. “please… please.” you moaned as he hit that same spot inside you. “fuck — feels so good please just — just need more.”

breathing heavily jake obliged moving faster carefully looking at your face to make sure you weren’t uncomfortable in any way only to find the opposite. your jaw was slack as he picked up his pace, your forehead sweaty, and tiny little whimpers and moans escaped your mouth. it was heaven on earth for jake.

he took that as his sign to move faster and faster, nothing but the sound of your skin slapping together and the movie playing in the background. your hands moved to his back trying to grasp anything as his thrusts became relentless. you still felt that simmer of pain but somehow it didn’t bother you in the moment. all you felt was that repeated nudge inside you over and over causing your stomach to tighten.

jake felt you clench around him. “fuck yn — are you… are you gonna cum? i’m really close, please. just… just give it to me.”

you pressed your lips together as you cried out feeling yourself contort in pleasure. you ended up clutching onto jake harshly leaving scratches that you were sure drew a bit of blood. your back arched as you fell apart beneath him.

a few seconds later, jake followed you. his thrusts staggered before he went still finishing deep inside you coating your walls. his head dropped onto your shoulder as he let out a loud groan.

the silence in the room was comfortable afterward. the air electrified by what occurred.

jake lifted his head up and gazed down at you with tender eyes as his heart was still racing. he hoped it was everything you imagined.

you looked up at him with the same intensity refusing to believe what actually happened. many emotions rushed through you before you smiled lightly.

he reached out brushing the hair out of your face. “you okay?” his voice was quiet, comfortably whispering.

you nodded your smile growing wider a quiet laugh escaping your lips. in that moment you felt like you both were in sync. “yeah.”

he let out a sigh in relief. “was i okay?”

you fought the urge to laugh once more. “more than okay.” your hands were still wrapped around him. “thank you.”

his eyebrows furrowed. “for?”

“for being gentle and patient with me.” you said quietly.

a look crossed over his face that you didn’t recognize. “you don’t have to thank me. i care about you yn… a lot.” he said, barely above a whisper.

you fought the urge to tear up as he said that. “i care about you too.”

in that moment, you realized you felt more and wanted more than just a friendship.

as if jake heard your thoughts, he slowly leaned down and connected your lips in a soft kiss.

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