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cameronspecial · 11 months

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Zach smut? Maybe it’s their first time together something cute but also hot. I feel like he’s very vocal too.

Tell Me What You Want

Pairing: Zach MacLaren x Reader

Warnings: SMUT

Pronouns: She/Her

Word Count: 1.2K

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They have been dating for three months and Y/N is ready to take her relationship with Zach to the next level. The soccer player was respectful of her boundaries whenever their kisses would heat up to something steamer. He would watch for her body language and ask her constantly if she wanted to continue. When she should hesitate, he would stop immediately, reassuring her that he wanted to wait until he felt more comfortable. She found it sweet that he would put the “blame” on his own feelings so she didn’t feel guilty about not feeling prepared and then he’d open Netflix so they would watch The Office together.

Tonight, he came over to Y/N’s for dinner and for dessert, she had planned for them to indulge in something a little sweeter than cake. Y/N excuses herself to the bathroom, closing the door quietly behind her. She strips off her clothes and puts on the lingerie she bought just for Zach. Her reflection shows how the navy blue lace really shows off her boobs and she thinks he will love how the silk attaches to the lace bra, flowing down to her hips like a dress. Zach seems like he would like flowy materials; she can’t explain why. She does a few swishes of mouthwash and quickly combs through her hair with her fingers; she finally feels confident enough to leave the bathroom. Zach’s head darts up from the dishes and her heart flips because she didn’t ask him to clean up. He is so thoughtful. His eyes fall open once he sees her new attire and he turns to face her completely. “You weren’t wearing that earlier,” he notes as he approaches her. His hand is playing with the skirt of the top. She frowns at his words, “Do you not like it?” Her head casts down, but his finger catches her chin before it falls to her chest. He lifts it, so she is looking in his eyes and his other hand continues to fiddle with the silk. “Baby, I love it. Whatever this, this material is. I’m a big fan,” he assures, kissing her lips.

She grins into the kiss, “It’s silk.” “Silk, I like it,” he hmms. “Are you sure you want to do this, Baby? We don’t have to do anything. If you want to just watch a movie with that on, I would be okay with that.” She giggles, pulling away. She leads him into her bedroom and falls onto her bed. “I am more than ready for this, Zach.” He detects no hesitancy, so he decides to even the playing field by taking off his shirt and pants. Y/N’s bottom lip wedges between her teeth and she grabs his hand to bring him closer. He gets on top of her, holding himself up with one arm. His face nears her ear, “Tell me what you want.” “Can you kiss me?” she breathes out. He kisses her lips, “Here?” She shakes her head, knowing the game he wants to play. His head moves to the skin of her breasts above the lace. “Here?” A groan escapes her lips because of how long it is taking. Zach just grins, loving how annoyed she is getting. His head finally dips under the silk and pulls down the matching thong. She feels his lips meet her clit, letting out the moan he has been waiting to hear.

He continues the assault to her bud and she wraps her legs around his head. Her back arches off of the bed. She brings her hand through his hair, trying to keep him in place. “Is this what you want? You have to tell me what you want,” he encourages. She struggles through her words in moans, “Your tongue! Please, use your tongue.” He listens to her commands, diving his tongue into her pussy. He is lapping at her hole and tries to get as much of her juices into his mouth. He can tell she needs more. “I think you need my fingers, Baby. Do you want my fingers?” he teases, ghosting his fingers over her vagina.

She nods vigorously, “Yes, yes, please.” His fingers penetrate her and he starts slow with one digit. He takes his time, bringing the finger in and out. Her back arches even more at the feeling of his finger. “More,” she begs, grabbing his hand. He nods, “Of course, Baby.” He adds another finger picking up his pace and he notices she has adjusted to him already. He tries adding another finger and when she doesn’t object, he goes as fast as he can. Her moans pick up, sounding like a symphony. He continues with his pace and gives her kisses to quiet her moans. “I love you. You know that? I love those pretty sounds you are making for me,” he praises. Her head moves up and down, raising her back as high as it can go. Her walls close in around his fingers, gripping him like a glove. His thumb finds her clit and he rubs it like his life depends on it. She is brought over the edge, cumming around his fingers. He pulls them out. His fingers enter his mouth, cleaning them off, “You taste so good, Baby. You wanna taste?” He brings his mouth to hers and she can taste herself on his tongue.

Y/N props herself onto her elbows, reaching for the top of his boxers, but he stops her. He brings them face to face, “Tonight is about you, Baby. I’m going to make you feel so good.” Her heart flutters at his words, feeling like she is melting on the inside. He gets up off of her and she knows what he is looking for. “I have condoms in my bathroom medicine cabinet,” she tells him. Zach runs to the other room, jogging back to her with the goods in hand. He rips the package open with his teeth and pulls down his boxers to put it on. His fingers wrap around his impressive length, giving it a few pumps before lining himself up with her pussy. “Are you ready, Baby? Tell me if you want me to do anything different,” he orders and enters her.

Again, his pace begins slow. He lets her get adjusted to his size at this pace and when her mouth falls open, he picks it up. It gets a little difficult to keep their body connected at this speed, so he wraps her legs around his waist and goes faster. “You are making me feel so good, Baby. Am I making you feel good?” he looks to her for assurance. She smiles at him, “So good, Zach. Please, keep going.” He continues to thrust into her. Both of them enjoy the feeling of being together, moans rivalling each other. Zach feels himself twitch inside of her and it is not long before he cums inside of the condom. Y/N hasn’t come yet, so he continues his thrust to bring her to her climax. He pulls out of her, bringing her into his arms. He kisses her neck with a blissed-out look on his face. “That was so good, Baby. Thank you for letting me experience this with you,” he whispers to her. She nods with a smile, “You’re welcome. I really liked it too.” He picks her up to bring her to the bathroom and they both get ready for bed in sync. She puts on his t-shirt and he puts his boxers back on. They hop into her bed and cuddle each other to sleep.

Taglist: @loves0phelia

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moonhoures · 11 months

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I Can See You

🕷️ kinktober — day 20: office sex 🕸️

pairing: sangyeon (the boyz) + reader (afab/fem)

genre: non-idol!au, coworkers!au, smut

warnings: 18+, minors do not interact, explicit smut, secret relationship, sex in a storage closet at work, vaginal penetration, unprotected sex

word count: ~1.2k

synopsis: your work has a strict no dating policy, but rules are made to be broken, right?

a/n: yes, i did base this off of ‘i can see you’ by taylor swift, shoutout to all my fellow swifties 💜

posted: october 20, 2023

It had started with a bump of shoulders in the hallway. You were the new girl at your job, having only started two days prior. Your office wasn’t even completely settled in yet, just a lonely desk, chair, and mini fridge with no personality attached to it. But on that fateful third day, you were hurrying across your floor to meet with your assigned trainer, hoping to catch her before she took off for her lunch. That’s when you met him, unceremoniously at that, bumping against him in the hallway as a result of you being too busy looking down at your emails. But when you looked up to profusely apologize, you were met with the sight of the most beautiful man you’d ever laid eyes on. He had the features of a Calvin Klein model and the wardrobe of a CEO, but you could tell he was just a low-level executive like you were.

“No problem, sweetheart,” he responded with a polite smile, unbothered by your clumsiness. He even had the heart to offer to help you to your trainer’s office but you declined, mostly out of embarrassment. Little did you know, he had found your reaction extremely cute.

You had found out his name was Sangyeon. And he spent the new few weeks using any and every opportunity he had to get you alone and talk. In the copy room. In the lunch room. In the hallway after the exec meetings. Even on the walk to your car after punch-out time. Usually, if it was any other guy, you would find the behavior off putting, but it was him. Admittedly, you were falling for him.

All of the flirtatious mannerisms and private conversations came to a head on the night of a staff dinner. All the executives went out together after clocking out one Friday, and at the end of the night, Sangyeon offered to walk you to your car as he often did. Though, this time, with none of your coworkers around, he asked to kiss you. And you let him. And in the following weeks, you two began a relationship that could only be described as hot-blooded.

You two took turns visiting each other’s apartments for a secret rendezvous, but you keep everything professional at work. It was tough, but, man, was it exciting. It felt like a game sometimes, seeing how much you could get away with without making anything obvious. The fleeting glances. The secret touches. The stolen conversations in hallways. The notes left in each other’s desk drawers.

Sangyeon lived for the thrill of getting caught, often urging you to meet him in the bathroom during odd times of the day or meet him at a nearby abandoned parking lot for lunch to keep your meetings out of the eye of your coworkers. Each time, you left him while adjusting your skirt or some misplaced hair and he fixed his tie.

After one exec meeting, you followed the crowd out of the door, turning towards the direction of your office. And just after you turned the corner, you saw Sangyeon waiting for you at the end of the hallway, a knowing smile on his lips. He gave you a pointed look, then he was disappearing around the next corner. That usually meant he left something at your desk. Sure enough, once you opened your drawer you saw a note that had scrawled on it ‘meet me @ closet in 5’.

Five minutes later, you were being pulled into the storage closet at the far end of your floor where no one seemed to go as it was mostly only used for the fire escape. Sangyeon had his hands on you as soon as the door shut, his jacket was already knocked onto the floor, but he didn’t seem to care.

“You look so beautiful today,” he complimented you as he kissed your cheek, then your jaw, then your neck. All the while, his large hands were cupping the flesh of your thighs and ass over your skirt, “Couldn’t stop staring at you in the meeting.”

“I know, I’m starting to think Changmin is getting suspicious of us,” you giggled, your own hands grasping at his waist.

“I don’t care,” he admitted between kisses left along the side of your neck, “Wish I could tell everyone in this whole building that you’re mine.”

“You know we can’t,” you said, though you smiled at his words anyways. Your work had a no dating policy, and from what Sangyeon had told you, it was pretty strict. You were still too new to put your job in jeopardy for such a policy, but you didn’t mind your affair behind closed doors.

“One day,” he spoke those words like a promise, just as he was finishing unbuckling his belt. In minutes, he had his cock out (red and weeping for you) and your skirt bunched up around your hips. He grasped onto one of your legs, hoisting it up against his waist as he fed his dick between your thighs, wetting it between your folds. A content sigh left his lips at the sensation he had begun to know all too well, reveling in it.

“I have work I need to finish, Sangyeon,” you reminded him, tugging on his tie to bring him to reality. This only made him kiss you, passionately, in a way that had you forgetting you were even at work in the first place. Then you were the one sighing as he filled you to the brim with his cock, your walls clenching around him as they took in his girth.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” he whispered, taking a tighter hold on you as he began thrusting into you.

Your back thumped softly into the wall behind you with every bump and grind. The room was quickly filled with the sounds of you two fucking as well as the sounds of your heavy breathing and sorry attempts to keep your moans quiet. Sangyeon preferred to cover your mouth with his hand, liking the way you looked, but sometimes it wasn’t enough. So he ended up swallowing your moans himself, kissing you and moaning back against your lips.

“Tell me you’re close,” he said, feeling his orgasm approaching. His hot, ragged breath was warming your collarbones as he smothered the base of your neck with his gentle kisses, extra careful not to leave any marks on your skin.

“I am, just- just a little bit longer,” you assured him, squeezing his cock inside of you. That only made him let out a choked groan resembling an expletive. His hips hastened, and he urged you to cum for him. The sound of his sweet voice encouraging you did wonders, and soon you were cumming over him, making a mess of the both of you.

Luckily, this wasn’t your first rodeo, so he gifted you with a kiss to your temple before he reached over for the box of tissues he used to wipe you both. Once the two of you looked pretty decent, he gave you a few, chaste kisses before making his way down the hall to the bathroom on his side of the floor. You couldn’t help admiring the way he walked so confidently in his suit, adjusting his tie as he disappeared around the corner. You wondered how long it would take for him to find the note you had slipped into his pocket that read:

‘Meet me tonight. x’

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captainkirkk · 7 months

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✩ WEEKLY FIC ROUND-UP ✩

All the fics I’ve read and really enjoyed in the past week-ish. Reminder: This list features any and all ratings and themes. Please look at tags and warnings on ao3 before reading.

Shadowhunters

Enthrallment by smilebackwards

It does look a little bad, Parmela thinks, looking at it from outside. As more specialists had been called in for consultation, they’d decamped to one of the larger conference rooms—eschewing attendance at A, B, AB, & O: The Impact of Blood Type on Non Subject Specific Blood Magic, because this was vastly more interesting and potentially important—and there are a round dozen high-level warlocks clustered around Alec, poking at him with magic.

Or: Alec attends the Magical Inventions and Advances convention in hopes of recruiting warlocks for another Downworld Cabinet. The warlocks, however, are more interested—and concerned—by the blue magical aura following Alec around.

temporal fraternity by envysparkler

Damian clears his throat. “I require your assistance.”

The words come out easier with the benefit of practice and the knowledge that no one will remember them tomorrow. Today. Tomorrow-today.

The Umbrella Academy

cut me open and i still bleed red by aletterinthenameofsanity

Part 1 of the odds were never in our favor

Ben knows his fellow mentors pretty well, for how long he's spent here, behind the screens of the Games, watching as his tributes die.

Allison, from District One, has a way with the sponsors. Just a word placed here or there, stealthily dropped into conversation, and she can get her tributes the shit they need.

In his time as a Mentor, Klaus has developed a habit of drinking to get through the Games, and through the rest of his life, really- anything to avoid the truth of what's happening, the ghosts of the children he and Ben have sent to their deaths.

Very few people remember what Five’s name was before the Games. Caesar Flickerman and the Gamemakers nicknamed him that when he took out the entire Career Pack on his second day in the Arena.

Vanya’s the newest Mentor, the victor of the Seventy-Third Hunger Games.

Diego’s one of Ben’s oldest not-quite friends. A Victor from District Ten, he’d gone into the Games knowing how to kill an animal.

All the other Mentors Ben knows try never to get attached. Luther, on the other hand, doesn't forget a single name.

(A story of seven victors of the Hunger Games and the lives they live as Mentors.)

Danny Phantom

The Promised Land by redrobin1989

Danny Fenton has been running for years, from his abusive parents, from Vlad's experiments, from his freakish powers. He expected to be running his whole life until he found his way to a small town that felt like the home he'd never had.

M!ik

Study Dates Are Not Real Dates by StormySteady

A very important exam is coming up, and Asmodeus is trying his hardest to get Iruma and Clara to study for it. But his soulmates have other ideas.

Star Wars

Starlight, In All Its Forms by Soap_And_Lye

When Luke was eight, he was taken from his home on Tatooine and delivered into the hands of the emperor and his right hand.

When Luke was sixteen, he overheard the emperor's plans to steal a tiny Force sensitive child and saves him first, before being caught and dragged back to his masters' keeping.

When Luke was eighteen, he finds that same child on Gideon's cruiser, and spares both him and his family, including a silver clad Mandalorian.

And when Luke was twenty-four, he is captured by the Rebellion (captured or did he just let it happen? Really up for debate) and secretly sent as a prisoner to Mandalore, where Mand'alor Din Djarin rebuilds his planet and raises his son.

And the rest was history. Or the beginning.

Clone Wars

will you be an anarchist with me? by a_alene

Once the Kenobi floodgates are opened, they cannot be closed. Cody has apparently been keeping an itemized list of disagreements, and he is determined to tell Rex each and every one of them.

Kenobi refuses to listen to Cody’s input. Kenobi throws himself into battle with no regard for previously established battle plans. Kenobi uses the Force so recklessly and obviously that every undercover assignment is blown within the first few minutes. Kenobi is a hypocrite who berates Cody for sidestepping protocol, but flouts it himself at every opportunity.

CT-7567: bet you wish you had skywalker now

CC-2224: I wish for nothing but the cold embrace of space

Right. And he says Kenobi’s dramatic.

(Marshal Commander Cody and High General Obi-Wan Kenobi of the 212th cannot stand each other. Rex doesn't know why this is his problem.)

poetry is what you find (in the dirt in the corner) by fivecenturiesverse

(In which Cody becomes an anonymous poet after the war and his brothers find out.)

Rex launches forwards immediately and so does Bly, because he can admit to himself that he likes gifts. He likes gifts a whole lot more than Cody and Wolffe, anyway, who both act like martyrs who don’t need any material love. “Poetry, vod?” Bly asks, incredulous. “Cody’s right, you are going soft.”

“It’s by a clone,” Fox says, defensively, “it’s quite good, actually. For poetry. It made Sergeant Hound cry at the service.

#happy monday everyone xx #weekly fic round up #fic recs #my posts #sw recs #shadowhunters recs #m!ik recs #dp recs #tua recs #dc recs #misc recs #7 different fandoms on this round up and it doesn't even capture all the different fandoms i've been reading #just the ones containing fics i want to rec #goddamn

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ponett · 10 days

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Recently I've been hyperfixating on Sun Wukong. Reading JttW, watching shows and movies. Looking at fanart of all kinds. And its made me wonder something, back when I was like 13 Sonic also made me question this, but as the only person I know that knowns more about furry stuff--does liking only one or 2 characters but not anything outside that count as me being a furry? How did you discover such for yourself? If that isnt too personal.

It's different for everyone. You can be a furry who's just really into one specific thing with anthro characters, or you could be into a million things with anthro characters and not self-identify as a furry. It's your call.

For me, I've always liked a lot of cartoons and video games and whatnot with anthro characters since I was little, and as I got older I discovered the furry community and the concept of "furry art" and I liked what I saw. It felt like a natural next step for me beyond Sonic OCs. It helped that the furry fandom is a predominantly queer community, and I was a closeted teenager still struggling to accept that I was bi. Even today, having that community is very important to me.

I also quickly found that I liked representing myself as a furry character, which is a key part of it. I like having a fursona. I like having that wish fulfillment character to project onto. I like drawing her in situations, and commissioning art of her, and seeing her next to my boyfriend's fursona, and people saying she's cute. I like using a fursona as my face on the internet. If a genie granted me three wishes, no strings attached, wish number one would be to turn into my fursona. She's a representation of something I feel about myself deep down in my heart. And, again, not every single person in the furry community has a fursona, and also you can just design yourself a fursona for fun without self-identifying as a furry. But for me, the level of attachment I have goes beyond "I just think they're neat."

#anon #ask

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navstuffs · 5 months

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Tag, you are on it!

Pairing: Miguel O'Hara x GN!Reader

Summary: Miguel finds you and Gabriella playing on the backyard. Based on the comic Tag - Pixie and Brutus by @pet_foolery

Warning tags: domestic bliss, fluff, happiness, feel good type, my bad attempt on writing comedy lol

Author's Notes: after being obsessed with this man over a year, i finally joined the fandom (its never too late i guess). hope you enjoy your reading!

Miguel arrives home exhausted from work, taking off his coat and loosening his tie. What an awful day! Between deadlines not being respected and useless meetings taking far too long, Miguel had to stay late to finish a sudden important project. He was fortunate enough to have you pick Gabriella up from school.

You met Gabriella after five months of dating Miguel(and almost two years of knowing each other). "A friend," Miguel explained the first time you met, nervous about his little girl's reaction—a sentiment you also shared, way more desperate for her approval.

Everything went so well; even Miguel felt a little jealous of you, watching his daughter gravitate in your personal space the entire night. Especially when, before you left, he noticed Gabriella waving so you could kneel on her level. She covered your ears with her small hands, whispering as you nodded. Miguel observed quite anxiously, his eyes focused on any reaction. You just opened an enigmatic smirk as if you were teasing him that you could win his daughter so quickly.

Three months after this, Gabriella suddenly asked on a Saturday morning why you hadn't moved in yet, almost causing Miguel to drop the breakfast plate with scrambled eggs he had prepared. You and Miguel tried to explain that you still haven't talked about it yet, and adults can be complicated sometimes.

Besides being Gabriella's new favorite play partner, Miguel hadn't tried to insert you into their daily routine. Not because he didn't trust you, just...Miguel just had to take things slower. His main priority would always be Gabriella, her well-being and happiness. Inserting you into their routine would make it hard for both if you and him didn't work out. And you agreed, understanding as you always were: Gabriella should always be the top priority.

As it happened on one of your previous dates when the nanny called, informing Gabriella had gotten a sudden fever and had puked once. You urged Miguel to leave, telling him you would solve everything at the restaurant. Miguel was so surprised when you appeared in the house thirty minutes late, still dressed in your date clothes, with anxious eyes on the little girl in his arms. You stayed that night, ensuring to leave only after Gabriella's fever got down as she slept in your arms - when she heard your voice, she opened her arms begging for you to hold her.

Gabriella was already too attached, and Miguel was too much in love. That's why he was still unsure when he asked you to pick her up.

When Miguel hears Gabriella's giggle from the backyard, his heart instantly warms. Your capacity to make her laugh made him jealous before. Now, it only makes him fall in love with you even harder. To think there was ever a time Miguel was terrified of what would happen if Gabriella didn't like you.

He follows his favorite sound in the world, his body relaxing. You two seem to be playing tag: Gabriella never seems to catch you, but she doesn't seem to mind just having fun as you run away in the middle of his vast backyard, both barefoot. Miguel slowly joins his daughter, kneeling on her side as she hugs him tightly, all sweaty. "Papi! We are playing a tag game."

"I noticed."

"I don't seem to be able to tag back, though," Gabriella replies, confused in her innocence. As if she could with her small legs. You are still turned around from them, probably catching your breath, unaware of Miguel's presence yet. An idea pops on his mind.

"Tag me."

"What?"

"Tag me." Miguel offers his hand, opening a smile. Gabriella opens a big grin, tagging him.

"So, have you given up, Gabi?" You, still in the middle of the backyard, turn around with a playful smile. It completely disappears from your face as you watch Gabriella tag Miguel instead, your boyfriend slowly raising. A dangerous smile on his lips warning you to run.

You only have one second to react, too slow already, as Miguel starts sprinting in your direction as Gabriella encourages him, excited. Your lungs complain as you run away from him, feeling Miguel hot at your heels. It is the only time you will probably curse his long and strong legs.

You give a quick look over your shoulder, panicking. Miguel has that intense, wild look in his eyes, the one you see when he is determined to get what he wants: to get you. You ignore how your body feels and wonder if you shouldn't just jump in the pool (what a joke, Miguel was a great swimmer as well).

"Behind you." It is the last thing you hear before Miguel pounces on you, managing to do it gently to a round of cheers from Gabriella.

You both fall to the floor, and Miguel turns you around with a frown. "Were you going to jump in the pool?"

"Who, me? Nooo. So you could swim and catch me?!"

"Liar! You were about to jump in the pool!"

"As a distraction, only! You would have jumped straight after me anyway."

"Oh, I would have." He is serious, you know that.

With his body thoroughly pressed against yours, you hug him, "Missed you. How was work?"

“Terrible. As always.”

"As always." You agree, watching his expression change. Miguel suddenly becomes aware of how your body is pressed against his, feeling the blood rush to his cheeks. He tries to get away from you, but you don't let him, your arms locking him down, a malicious smile on your face.

"Don't…"

"I am not doing anything."

"Not in front of-"

"Miguel, I am not doing anything!" You giggle, the sensation of a victory spreading against your chest. "You know, I wouldn't do anything in front of-"

You both look toward where Gabriela was standing before to find nothing there. Before you two can even untangle, Gabriella jumps on her father's back, startling you both.

"Tag!"

She immediately jumps away, giggling as she runs inside the house. Miguel sighs, not before your hand cups his cheek so you can look at him. "I will keep her company. It is fine."

"I don't want to impose-"

"Miguel, it is not an imposition. She likes me better anyway."

Miguel gets up from the floor, helping you stand as you watch Gabriella hide behind the sofa, her messy hair and eyes peeking out.

"Are you going to…stay?" Miguel wonders, his tone soft.

"Of course I will. Maybe we can repeat this tag game after Gabriella is asleep?" You offer, bluntly teasing him. "With much less clothes."

You smirk, watching Miguel's mouth drop open. Gabriella calls your name again and you give him a peck on the cheek, before running away to her direction.

#miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara x you #miguel o'hara fluff #miguel o'hara fanfic #miguel o'hara fanfics #miguel o'hara comedy #miguel o'hara fanfiction #writing for a new fandom when i can barely deal with tons of wips? WE HAVE IT

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patchofgrey · 3 months

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Welcome to Part One of my head cannons for my OTP:

Nejiten Head cannons; Part two , Part 3

Tenten Head Cannons | Neji Head Cannons | Nejiten Family Head cannons

I have a few head cannons for these two that I wanna throw out there; Writing these two for like 10 years has made me realized that no matter what situation they are in (if writing in character) they are the idealistic couple. Sure, they argue and fumble the bag sometimes, but their dynamic is FIERCE. You cannot tell me that his most trusted friend, partner, and balanced scale IS NOT IDEAL? These are my head cannons that I base my stories on while writing them in character (which took a long time to do honestly, writing in character with characters who are not fully developed is hard as fuck. But you take whatever crumbs you get.)

Plus, I would’ve changed a bunch of things in this anime but that’s besides the point

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1. Neji started liking Tenten prior to the second round fights of the chunnin exams. It started as admiring her skills, but grew to an emotional level as time went on. He asked her specifically to train with him because he felt that she was able to keep up and offer him a challenge in a realm he was not skilled in; weapon handling and evasion. This is going off of the fact that in one of the video games, Tenten had beat both Neji and Lee in evasion training, which in my mind, means that Neji saw Tenten for her skills and held her in very high regard even if she got clapped by Temari (which he didn’t fault her for! It was a bad match up). While they trained, Tenten would push conversation with him to the point where they started talking about their personal lives and led to Tenten finding out about the curse mark, his father, and his blind spot. Tenten had shared her deep insecurities about never being able to match up to them, or to be good enough to be like Lady Tsunade (especially after she fumbled the medical ninja training). To that, Neji ensured her that she was a great match up to himself and Lee; which is why he asked her to help train him in the first place. Since then, Neji has made it his priority to ensure that Tenten did not fall into a deep depression and would always praise her with the “you are good enough as you are.” He would shower her with subtle affection by buying her sweets when she was in a bad mood and spending some of his days off with her. In fact, it wasn’t until Gai-sensei had pointed out that Neji was attached to her, and was doting on her to make sure she kept a smile on her face. Neji would roll his eyes (as most 13-14 whatever’s they were) but kept at it well into their late teens.

2. Tenten is oblivious as fuck to Neji’s affection. I used this a lot in my Sleepless Nights fic, and sprinkled it in for some oneshots as well as hinted at it in Frequency. Tenten is an over thinker and can get inside her own head very easily. She thinks Neji is just being a good friend; arguably, she considers him a best friend since they are with each other all the time. She’s been so focused on her work that she never even considered the possibility that Neji liked her in anything past a friend. To be fair, Neji doesn’t seem like the type to make it obvious when he likes someone. And we’re about to get into that…

3. Neji is awkward as hell when it comes to anything emotion related but his love languages are Acts of Service and Gift Giving. Neji is alright with quality time, but he is a protector before anything else. I see Neji more as a “how can I help?” Or “Let me know if you need me.” He probably also gets snapped at by Tenten when he instinctively helps her and does things for her without asking if she needs help. She very much “I can do it myself” type of girl. Like I said before, he dotes on Tenten by buying her sweets and things she likes, I wouldn’t be surprised if he followed her around different weapons shops while they were on missions and helping her add to her enormous weapons collection. We also saw the acts of service come out of him when he shadowed Hinata (which was really sweet honestly. It showed his softer side and he maybe felt a bit guilty for treating her like garbage after his father died and was trying to make it up to her).

4. Tenten started realizing her feelings when they retook the chunnin exams. C’mon we all saw the look on home girl’s face when Fuu grabbed Neji’s hand and asked him to be her friend. It screamed LET GO OF MY MAN. Tenten hasn’t seen or experienced Neji interacting with other girls besides herself and Hinata (excluding Sakura and Ino who they were all friends with, but only interacted with on occasion). She didn’t like the idea of Neji getting attention from other girls.

5. Both are the jealous type. I know, I didn’t think Neji would be either, but it makes sense to me; Why would she be with anyone else other than him? Was he not her best friend? Who they shared all their deep dark feelings and secrets with? How dare someone else look at her partner in such a way? How dare they talk to her like that in front of him! For Tenten I don’t see it running extremely deep, but maybe a touch of it like stated above.

6. Lee was in on it. He absolutely knew. There’s no way Lee is so oblivious to his rival’s feelings. Especially since Gai has VERY loose lips. I wouldn’t be surprised it Lee was there when Gai had pointed out Neji’s affections for Tenten when they were gennin. Lee wanted them to be together and wanted to see them happy; Neji found comfort in knowing Tenten was alright. Tenten found comfort in Neji by trusting him with her feelings and not being harshly judged for it. I can see Lee purposefully hanging back and watching the two of them spar.

7. Neji only genuinely smiles around Tenten. Sure, he would offer a small smile of a smirk most of the time. But, around her he can actually pull his guard down and feel happy. He does offer small smiles and half smiles around Hinata and Naruto, however those big cheesing moments are usually kept in the presence of his bunheadded teammate.

8. Neji struggles to keep his feelings towards Tenten in check. He feels as though he doesn’t want to ruin their deeply rooted friendship and tends to keep a straight face when they are with a group. Tenten-again being oblivious- thinks he is just being an egotistical jerk around everyone when he’s not really like that when they are alone. He keeps some physical distance towards her as well unless they are fighting together, to prevent any mistakes and obvious signs of his affections. Perhaps he’s not into PDA either.

9. They argue. A lot. But it never ends in them feeling unheard or disrespected; these two have strong personalities and are very opinionated anyway.

10. Neji confided in Hinata about his feelings on Tenten, and Hinata promised to keep it a secret. (more on that in part 2 of my headcannons)

11. Neji tries to encourage Tenten to use her Taijutsu skills for close combat more. There’s a post circulating right now about how Tenten’s close combat abilities surpassed everyone but her team’s. I wouldn’t be surprised if Tenten felt discouraged by the fact that both boys on her team were already close range fighters and struggled with her gifts of long range fighting; she overthinks and puts herself into a box. Neji probably has attempted to strictly train with her (think Shippuuden…17-18 years old?) on her taijustu so she could gain some confidence. In fact, he has brought up to her that she would have beat Temari years ago if she would’ve show cases her taijustu abilities.

12. Their fighting style is more like a dance in flow. Tenten is very flexible and since her and Neji have been training since they were gennin, it would only make sense that they are so insynch with each other it almost look graceful.

I have more but imma stop there lol. I have ideas on how they first kissed, slept with each other all that stuff; how he would’ve proposed; It’ll be a very long post especially if I get into the whole “if Neji survived the war” which I do have a fanfiction on right now 👀 look at my pinned post for the link.

Thank you for joining me in my delulu 🫡 Here's part two, and Part three

#nejiten fanfiction #nejiten #tenten #neji x tenten #neji hyuga #nejiten headcannons #headcannons

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judesmoonbeauty · 11 days

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i love your theories on jude’s route and also your analysis of his words (the wedding event??? omg <3) so now i’m super curious to hear what your theories are in regards to him entering a relationship with kate 👀 like what would a confession of jude look like? or rather an acceptance of kate’s confession / her feelings? because i keep thinking of this one bond level chapter where kate told him she dreamt that jude said "i love you" and he just straight up said "wasn’t me. why are dreaming about other men" lmao and all the story events are either sorta pre-relationship or in-relationship. so how do you think the transition would look like? out of everyone jude truly seems like his own category haha and might stand out the most in comparison to the other main routes! the way he shows his love and care is always hidden behind other words so with him reading between the lines is so important… idk but i’d love to hear your thoughts!

Mild Spoilers from Events & Sexual content - MDNI

As usual, this is just for fun, we can't be dogmatic.

First, thanks for the ask, and I’m glad that you enjoyed my previous posts! I love this question, and sorry for the delay in responding, but I wanted to give it proper thought.

To start, I think it’s going to be a rough transition. Um, I feel like Jude is going to do everything he possibly can (no matter how crooked it is), to send Kate back home. I just feel the need to be prepared for A LOT of arguing between them at least in the first few chapters of their relationship.

Often times in his events (especially earlier ones), Jude is described as being cold, dispassionate. The Valentine’s Day CE -KissXXX- is an excellent example of this. So, I think he is definitely going to have a thick wall up, and I don’t expect him to be kind to her in any way.

I feel like there will be sexual intimacy between them, I don’t know how early on in the route, but I suspect that the first encounters will lack actual sentiment and emotional attachment. The island lust story is indicative of that (to me at least), they are together physically, but it’s more or less just to fill this sense of longing that they both have.

I can imagine a scenario where Jude says something spiteful and teasing to her about being “played” with by him, but she wouldn’t be able to handle it, and she’d be like, “Oh, wanna bet?” Cue the R18 scene. Then of course, the ending will have that emotional attachment when they are actually together….I’m hoping.

Now, in regards to who confesses to whom:

I could be SO wrong about this, but I really don’t see Jude confessing to Kate first. I’d love to see it, but knowing how much he goes through in his events (from intentionally sending her to an incorrect location for a mission, to trying to scare her into giving up), I doubt he’ll outright confess his feelings.

Of course, Jude’s Kate will have none of that.

It wouldn’t be surprising to me that Kate would confess to Jude first. His anniversary SE is what makes me think this. I’ve mentioned it somewhere before, but Kate tells Jude that they should just stick together because it’s too late. She reasons that she can’t ever return to a normal life anyway because people associate her with him now, and he gives in and signs her continuation contract.

Of a similar nature, I think she will tell him that they should stick together, of course with the bonus that she loves him.

I think that Jude will cave into the feelings that he’s been denying the entire time, and respond to Kate the way his VA - Kaito - said he would in an interview about Jude pre-game release:

“’The line, “If ya ever plan on runnin’ from me, ya better kill me first. ‘Cause if ya don’t, I ain’t lettin’ ya go till you’ve turned to nothin’ but bone and dust.’” This line really captures the depth of his love for the heroine, and how at that point, only death could keep him away from her. It felt like he was confessing to her that it was all or nothing, that he was putting his life in her hands.’”

Will we ever hear the word’s “I love you,” from Jude in the main story? Maybe, if Kate is on the verge of death, and he says "I love you" when he’s terrified that she might die, and doesn't want there to be any regrets??? Or perhaps in a future event after his main story???

I think his above line, coupled with his actions, will shine upon just how much he loves his beloved, Kate. As usual, it’ll be fun to see just how off the mark I am when his route hits.

#💌 anon #c's corner #How will it go down?#jude asks

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trampled-and-melting · 21 days

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things that live in my head rent-free:

glimmer playing "sexy" during her flickerman interview. who encouraged her to do that? how old was she?

the capitol calling gale katniss's "cousin" because they're pushing the romance so hard they can't let her have male friends.

the entire capitol freaking out about a pair of sixteen-year-olds kissing each other.

finnick's line about how "[katniss] could've made out like a bandit in the capitol." why did he say that? was he trying to subtly warn her? was it entirely in-character, not even thinking about deeper meanings? what exactly the fuck did he mean by that?

cashmere and gloss being siblings. what level of hell must that be?

johanna and finnick being so desensitized to getting naked in front of strangers.

johanna saying "i'm not like the rest of you" when she tells them that everyone she loves is dead. "the rest of you" is katniss and finnick. there's such a subtle but intense self-loathing in that comment.

the families of the career tributes. how do they conceptualize what they're doing to their kids? how do they sleep at night? how does it feel when they realize their kid isn't coming home?

what happened to finnick's family? where are his parents?

cato and clove getting attached to each other in the arena. how did the "two winners" thing interact with the career brainwashing? did they ever contemplate killing each other anyway? if they'd made it to the end together, would they have turned on each other when that rule was revoked?

haymitch getting so attached to katniss and peeta. after forty-six dead tributes, getting both of them out alive must've felt like a genuine fucking miracle. i can't imagine the emotions he must've felt when katniss pulled out those berries.

what does it feel like to be a career victor? when do you realize you've been played? or do you just keep telling yourself that everything is fine, because you're in way too deep?

finnick had all the sponsors. all of them. or almost. other tributes struggled to get even small gifts; finnick wanted for nothing. there was an active, concerted, collective effort to get that kid out of there in one piece.

that subtle bit they do in the movie where he hugs mags for a little too long at the reaping and she has to remind him that he's on camera.

johanna's intense loneliness. she has so few friends. all she has to say about her district partner in the quell is, "he wasn't much, but he was from home."

johanna getting kinda pissed at katniss, just for a second, for letting mags die.

if annie was a career tribute, that means that she let herself get attached to her district partner and then basically forfeited the games when he died. she lost. she was waiting to die. and then she just. didn't. can you fucking imagine?

beetee electrocuted like nine people in his hunger games and i don't think we talk about that enough.

the avoxes evoke such a subtle but absolute horror and i can't believe we don't get more information about them.

this is just such a layered and fucked up world and i want to know more about it and the people in it but i'm scared cause i mean jesus christ right

#the hunger games #thg #my post

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threepandas · 4 months

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YANDERE!All For One.

A horrifying concept! Thanks, we (love) hate it!

He is ALREADY dangerous enough. Unhinged enough. Having his complete and undivided attention? His INTEREST? His fucked up, Machiavellian, sociopathic lil squirrel brain, COMPLETELY focused on the task of hunting you for sport?

Ha ha... *deep inhale* *starts screaming, never stops*

The man was already a living horror movie monster. Making him a yandere makes him WORSE~☆. Which is GREAT. For us, specifically. The readers. Not for the victim. THEY are fuuuuuuucked. Possibly in the literal sense, but unlikely.

Mind games and power plays are more fun.

The pointless struggle. Possession of something. The resemblance to Self. Because HE is perfect. Other people? Abhorrent. They're Rats. Vermin. Less, even, then that. They are nothing but occasionally interesting Quirks with meat attached to them. Sometimes useful servants and peons, born to be ruled.

But respective PARTNERS?

Gods NO. Don't be disgusting.

He is PERFECT. Powerful. He pulled himself up from the ruins of the early Quirk riots, the first days of those ugly wars, and became something MORE. Ascended. A Dark Lord, meant to rule, BORN to rule, over this new age of Man. It all makes perfect sense to him. He has plans within plans. Stretching out for centuries.

He just needs to get his brother BACK.

End this little rebellion.

It's a set back. Just a set back. And he's being PERFECTLY reasonable about his brothers Quirk. Utterly sane. He's ALWAYS been level headed and rational about family... is what he tells himself.

But he's NOT. He's Yandere AF.

His parents? He doesn't care AT ALL about. They nominally were supposed to control HIM. Uninterested, thanks. But? His weaker little brother? We SAW how he reacted. So I propose? You gotta be RELATED to him. And THEN the Bad Touch Instinct flips on.

Do you ACTUALLY have to share blood with him? No. But it would seriously help your survival chances. But the more you LOOK like him? The closer your Quirk to his? The more you are "him but weaker somehow"? The more INTERESTED he is.

The sort of Yandere he is? Is almost entirely dependent on HOW he learns of your existence. Cause? There is no way in HELL he had sex. At least not with ANOTHER PERSON. He has thousands of Quirks, thank you very much, any need he has? He can settle HIMSELF. Don't touch him.

Keep your filthy, filthy, disgusting paws to yourself.

So if someone SOMEHOW managed to get PREGNANT with his child? :) Well, now. :) he Certainly does have some Very Violent QUESTIONS. For EVERYONE involved. Starting with: How did you get his DNA? And did you touch him?

And once THEY are brutally dismembered corpses? You know, AFTER the child is born. Yandere time! They will want for nothing and KNOW nothing but him. Vault baby 2.0!

But?

Let us say? That the "mother" isn't an idiot. She KNOWS that she Oop's'd a baby with a Fuckin Psycho. Time to RUN. Let's EVEN give that kiddo Self Insert Powers! Cause WHOOPS? "Mummy... mummy I think I stole a quirk." (At least that random toddler seems WAY happier?) Oh SHIT! That's, KINDA DISTINCT.

Uuuuuuuuh *frantic maternal mental math* my babyyyyy.... has.... a....

SUPPRESSION Quirk! Yep, JUST like great *garbled cough* Aiko! Runs in the family, real rare. Looks like a two touch. Once to "suppress" and again to "UN-suppress" RIGHT, honey? *confused child nodding* yep! See! That's EXACTLY what it is. Nothing to see here.

Now PUT IT ON THE FUCKING FORMS.

And? That probably WORKS. For a while. Cause Mother moved them to the DEAD CENTER OF NOWHERE. Where her Quirk won't get her panic pregnant by any SUPERVILLIANS at a fucking Super Strength Thrown down (gdi, what even IS her life?!). But? Really only takes ONE(1) person, don't it?

One person to notice... waaaait a minute.

I've felt this before.

When AfO gave me my Quirk. *Looks at person in front of them*

And? Male? Female? Non-binary? Doesn't matter. He'd be INSTANTLY so, so horror movie creepy.

Suddenly EVERYONE AROUND YOU knows who you are. Is very polite. Your hotel is immaculate. Your food gourmet. People watching without watching. But are you imagining it? You haven't changed anything from yesterday. Why all of a sudden?

He gets the test results.

You Are His.

Suddenly the watchers are GONE. There is only ONE(1) watcher. Tall, broad, pale. An immaculate suit no matter how out of place. Red eyes. A placid face that might as well be carved from stone, for all the genuine human expression it shows. Never there when you turn your head.

Across the street. Atop buildings. In the shadows of alleys.

You can't tell if you're paranoid or your eyes just aren't quick enough. Was there someone just outside the window? Was that REALLY a shadow you saw, cast from the otherside of the door? You live in a safe neighborhood... don't you?

You can't tell if it's your reflection you're seeing or NOT.

Your gut says it isn't. (Says RUN.)

One by one, he'd pick off those around you. What information do they have? Who amongst his loyal can he replace them with? Isolate, isolate. Slowly, ever so slowly. Like a spider weaving a web.

Shhhhhh, shhhhh. Can't let you startle. Have you NOTICE. You'll fight. Hurt yourself pointlessly struggling. Things aren't ready yet. We must continue to play pretend. Go about our little lies. Enjoying the "freedom" he allows. All while he observes. Learns. Refines his plans accordingly.

People can adapt to damn near anything. As long as it doesn't hurt them. Sometimes even when it hurts them. A watcher? That... that never DOES anything? Maybe it's just some Quirk you unknowingly picked up. It's a crowded place, the city. It could happen.

Would explain why it went from lots of them to just one! You got control of it. Yeah. Yeah that makes more sense. (We rationalize away SO MUCH, in this age of Quirks.)

Which makes the fear so, SO much more real. So much SHARPER. When you jerk awake. In your bed. In your room, in your apartment. Where you SHOULD be alone. To a powerful hand, clamped like steel across your lower face. A familiar hole humming against your lips, dead center of a strangers palm.

That's your Quirk.

Why does-?! Eyes flick up as you struggle to breathe. Red, red eyes. White hair. Your face but older, watching you struggle, coldly handsome and deeply masculine. There's only one person he COULD be. All For One. You panic. Have to escape, but you can't get leverage. Scrambling pointlessly at the hand effortlessly pinning you to your bed. Crushing you too it.

Your fingers catch at his suit, his expensive watch, but despite your frantic efforts nothing draws blood. No amount of bucking so much as rocks him. He waits you out. Watching you panic yourself nearly unconscious. Not enough air. Can't breathe. Can't BREATHE!

Coughing, confused, and struggling to suck in air, you finally go limp.

He breaks into a grin. It is the stuff of nightmares. Croons down at you, like praising a pet, that you did good. Calls you by NAME. Oh god, he knows who you ARE. You don't have a lot of Quirks, never wanted to be like him. But you're SCARED. Your hands shake as they come back up.

As though you're going to try and pull his hand away, again.

Palms against skin. You... you try to RIP as many Quirks out of him as you can. Hopefully it hurts. M-Maybe it'll stun him?

He jerks. The grip on your face turns brutal, crushing, then relaxes back to suffocating. For a brief, terrible moment, you were certain you were about to LOSE your lower jaw. He shudders above you. Eyes sliding close he seems to revel in the sensation he just experienced.

Lifting a hand, he runs it through his hair, down his face, his neck. Lightly. Slowly. A shudder. As though he can't keep his hands off himself after that. Please God, let that not be what you think it is, starting to press against you through your covers.

His eyes, when he opens them, BURN.

A hand braced next to your head. The choking scent of his cologne, spiced and musky, burning at your nose. It mixes, like the calling card of something DANGEROUS, with his sharp aftershave. He leans down with the sort of ease that speaks of incredible muscle control. The movement utterly fluid.

A hungry grin, getting closer and closer. Then nothing but mad, crimson eyes filling your view. Your view of him blurs. Tears. All your long muttered plans for anger and sass abandoning you, now that the moment has come. You... you don't feel terribly brave. You feel cornered.

His hand move from clamped over your mouth to holding your face still.

He enjoys the view. Watching you cry for him. Muses in a low voice, just for you, that he wonders... will you try and fight next? His brother did. And you have far more Quirks then he possessed. Should he rip them out one by one? Or all at once? He could give you MORE. Share some of the interesting ones.

But, ah, you'd have to EARN that. Now wouldn't you?

You truely are his child. Covetous and greedy, just like him. Tell him... did it feel GOOD? Did you HUNGER? Want his power for yourself? His greedy little thing~♡

Is he a platonic Yandere? Does he want to screw you through the decadent king sized mattress? Yes. Somehow both. Somehow neither. Honestly? You can pick! He is EXACTLY that level of Weird about it. Just like with his brother.

He wants to croon and cage. Tie them up and discuss the newest research papers. Cuddle like equals yet have them at his feet. He wants to fuck himself. But only his PAST, WEAKER self, whom he can dominate. And while it's PREFERABLE they be into that? He doesn't give a shit if they aren't. Obviously... outside of a quirk? This is not possible.

(God knows he's probably TRYING.)

So the next best thing? Someone who LOOKS very, very similar! He would be OBSESSED. And the harder it was to get them? The more CONTROL he had? The closer they were to being LIKE him? The deeper his Obsession.

This has been my Yandere AfO Talk. If ya'll write anything, for the LOVE OF GOD, LINK ME.

#threepandas #yandere #yandere afo #afo #bnha #mha #tw choking #tw inc*st #cause AfO CAN NOT be normal #and Yandere a non-relative #tw stalking #can't think of anything else #paranoia #i guess?

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pixelheartthrob · 5 months

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In Defense of Princess Elise.

When I first got heavily into the Sonic franchise in 2020, I had already heard of how bad 06 was and that Elise was the worst part of it. While 06 isn't a great game by any means, Elise is definitely not the biggest problem. The fandom made me believe that she was an uncaring, selfish person who liked doing...inappropriate things to animals. Once I played the game, however, I saw that this is the complete opposite of how she is. The fandom and the entire internet (because the hatred people have for Elise extends far beyond the fanbase) lied about this character and everyone went along with it for decades.

She had an arc where Sonic taught her to open up, enjoy life, and made her feel genuine happiness for the first time since her father died. I thought it was a sweet and simple arc, and compared to how headache-inducing the time travel stuff can be, I prefer the simplicity of Elise's story. A lot of people blame Elise herself for getting kidnapped but it's not really the character's fault, it's the contrived plots fault. It's common for fan rewrites to try and fix this by changing Elise into a fighter with capabilities on the same level as the other characters, but that's not really fixing. It's more akin to replacing because Elise isn't a fighter. Even worse, there are rewrites of 06 that straight up replace Elise with Sally or Blaze. It reminds me of people saying Elise would be better if she was an anthro character, but her being human isn't a problem. It's just the art direction that needs improving. I actually think Elise being human is one of the things that makes her unique (and her controversial status as Sonic's human love interest is what she's most well known for, so if Sega was to remake 06 and she suddenly showed up as an entirely different species, it'd be a bit jarring lol). You can also considerably lower the number of contrived kidnappings without changing Elise into something she's not. Elise's story and character are more emotion-driven than action-driven, so there are other ways she can be strong. She's already a strong character in an emotional sense. In fact, she's the most emotionally strong character in the series.

For example, I think Elise blowing out the Flame of Disaster (or the Flame of Hope, as it was previously called) is one of the most powerful moments in the franchise.

People give Elise a lot of crap for her breakdown, mostly her "I don't care what happens to the world!" line. This line gets blown out of proportion by a lot of Sonic fans and gamers in general because they aren't very observant and take everything at face value. People call Elise "selfish" for this outburst but just put yourself in her shoes. Imagine if you had to give up the only friend you've ever had ‐ the only person who made you feel genuine happiness in years. All the moments you spent together would be erased from both of your memories. I don't think most people would be able to make such a sacrifice. Get off her back, guys. She's not selfish. Everyone has had moments where they got upset at how unfair the world is.

She obviously didn't mean it, because she regained her composure when remembering Sonic's words and blew out the flame shortly afterwards. People also claim she's being dramatic and crying over someone she's known for a few days, but they conveniently forget that Sonic was literally her only friend and the only one she felt happiness around since the death of her parents. It's understandable that she'd get attached. The fact that Elise blew out the flame and put the world's needs above her own despite all she's been through and despite knowing that she'll lose her only friend shows how selfless she is. She does care about the world.

So, how would one fix Elise without completely altering her character? It's simple, really. Just give her more screentime. Maybe explore how she feels about her parents (especially her father) and how she coped with their deaths. The "not crying for 10 years" thing is the only problem people seem to have with Elise's backstory, but I think there's an easy fix for this, too.

In the scene where Sonic is killed, we see a glimpse of Elise remembering her father's words. At first I wondered what this flashback was showing, but I think this is meant to show Elise's reaction to the news of her father's death. As we can see, she's not crying, but is gently clutching the blue chaos emerald and seems to be in a trance-like state. My idea is that maybe the energy of the chaos emerald regulates her emotions and she carries it around for comfort. It could also help her cope by detaching from the situation or reality altogether.

We can see her clutching the emerald during the first cutscene at the festival when Eggman threatens to take it from her, too. She is understandably reluctant to hand the emerald over because it was given to her as a charm to ease the pain of her father's death, so she holds it dearly. She probably had the emerald in this cutscene as emotional support just in case anything went wrong during the festival because other than that, I can't think of a reason for her to be carrying it. There are also moments where she blanks out or has hallucinations.

So that's my idea as to how Elise went for so long without crying. Elise is a decent character that just needed more screentime, not a complete character overhaul like people say. In my proposed fixes, I didn't make many drastic changes or remove anything from Elise's character or backstory, I just added to it. The main problem is that Elise was underwritten, not badly written, as there were things that should've been explored more regarding her backstory and her parents. I'd like to mention what I said at the start about people portraying her as a creep whose into necrophilia and beastiality, mainly because of her kissing Sonic. People really overreact to the kiss scene as if it's a scandalous moment that Sega tried to sneak into a kids game, but it's...really not. It's clearly meant to be reminiscent of a fairytale and the kiss was obscured by a light. It's quite literally the most tame thing in the universe. Plus, Sonic's spirit was present during the kiss and the first thing he does upon being revived is thank Elise. It's also not beatiality because Sonic isn't a literal hedgehog. He's an anthropomorphic cartoon character that's able to walk, talk, and think like humans do.

Just like how people will portray Elise as a creep, they'll portray Sonic as being disturbed by her very presence or Amy wanting to kill Elise because she "stole her man". This obviously contradicts everything in the actual game because Sonic is shown to enjoy Elise's company and Amy has a lot of respect for Elise. It's kind of misogynistic to think that just because two female characters have a crush on the same guy, they have to be at eachothers throats. It's also strange because Sonic fans will throw huge fits when the characters are written poorly, out of character, or flanderized, but that's exactly what they're doing to the characters. Writing Amy as hateful and violent towards Elise just turns Amy into the crazy, overprotective, Sonic stalker that fans hate to see people accuse her of being. If Sonic was to act like a jerk towards any of his other friends, fans would consider that out of character, so why do those same fans portray him as acting like that towards Elise - someone he is shown to appreciate and consider a friend? I guess it's okay to wildly misrepresent a character or flanderize them, but only when it's directed at another character that you don't like. This fandom makes no sense.

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Batter Up: Chapter 4 of 5

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Rated: Explicit

Summary: This fluffy story is about Baseball Player Steve Harrington, meeting Rock Star Eddie Munson and the whirlwind 1-week romance turned committed relationship. They're instantly obsessed with one another, but neither knows how to take things to the next level. Enjoy Steve being a love-sick idiot! (The story turns explicit in Chapter 4, other chapters are all fluff).

The sexy chapter. I don't write smut without feelings in it though, so you know there is some sentimental stuff attached to their boys getting freaky. (And of course some comedy).

Read Chapter 4 below, or [read it on Ao3]

Thank you again to @thefreakandthehair for Beta reading.

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Eddie leaned over the centre console to kiss him, his hands bracing awkwardly against the door and the back of the chair. Steve shamelessly ran his hand up the back of Eddie’s neck, the keys to his car wrapped around his fingers. “We should… head inside,” Steve said against Eddie’s lips, already missing the methodical kiss.

“Yeah, alright,” Eddie replied, but made no motion to move as he stayed pressed in close, so their noses could brush together.

Steve had driven them back to his place from the batting cages. It wasn’t a long drive, and he knew no one was home. Well, he lived alone, but Robin wasn’t going to be around today. She knew he had a date.

“Need me to help you with the door?” Steve teased gently, smiling, and anticipating another kiss.

Eddie had kissed him more than a few times since they had gotten into his car, and he wasn’t going to complain about that. “Mmm…” Eddie mused, moved to rub his thumb over Steve’s lips. His gaze was flicking across Steve’s face, settling finally on his mouth. “Okay, big boy,” Eddie huffed, biting his bottom lip and sitting back in his chair. “You can play chivalry with me.”

Steve sighed an awkward laugh, a bit taken aback by the sudden nickname. He didn’t dislike it, but it felt… degrading. Not in a bad way; Eddie’s tone was playful and flirtatious, but Steve just wasn’t sure what to make of it. He sort of liked being talked down to like that.

He got out of the car anyway, and pocketed his keys before walking around to open Eddie’s door for him. “Thanks,” Eddie quipped, offering Steve his hand as he stepped out. “You’re really milking this, huh?” Steve asked as he held Eddie’s fingers daintily and walked him into the house.

“Not the only thing I’ll….” Eddie mumbled, and Steve strained to catch the rest of his sentence. Eddie just flashed him a grin and glanced around quickly before looking at Steve expectantly.

“No offense,” Eddie breathed, “but I don’t want a tour. You can show me your place later.”

Steve laughed earnestly this time, changing his grip so he was just holding Eddie’s hand instead of leading him like some kind of damsel.

“Yeah, alright. No more beating around the bush.” Steve grinned, taking the cue in stride and walking them toward his bedroom.

He liked that Eddie was forward, actually. They’d been dancing around this all week, and now that they were finally able to be intimate, neither of them seemed willing to wait. He liked that. There was no guesswork on whether Eddie wanted to have sex or not, no games to play.

“You have a maid or something?” Eddie asked as Steve flicked on the lights to his room. “No?” Steve replied, obviously confused as he turned to look at Eddie. “Huh… you like things nice and clean, hmm?” Eddie questioned as he took a step forward and started to harmlessly push Steve back toward the bed. Steve moved willingly, finding a small thrill in being backed up across the room. The back of his knees hit the bed and he sat, more than pleased to have Eddie crawl into his lap and straddle him. “All things, or…” Eddie asked, looping his arms over Steve’s shoulders and leaning in.

“Not… all things,” Steve answered lamely, distracted by Eddie’s proximity as he watched his lips. He let his hands snake around Eddie’s middle, pulling him in closer. “That’s good,” Eddie breathed, ducking in, but not letting their lips touch. “I don’t think things would work out if that was the case. You want me to dirty you up a bit, sweetheart?”

It was like a spell was being cast on him or something. Steve felt the world outside his room fall away as he focused on Eddie and pulled in those words. He had experienced women talking to him provocatively, and he liked a bit of that in bed, but there was something completely different about the way Eddie did it. He felt so… powerful, so dynamic, and Steve was aware that he felt compelled to say ‘yes’ to everything. “Yes…” Steve replied, feeling like he wasn’t allowed to close the distance between them. Eddie groaned a bit at his answer, and Steve felt his fingers along the hemline of his shirt. Steve moved without being asked, leaning back and raising his arms so Eddie could peel his shirt off. His hair frizzed up, but he didn’t have time to think about it as Eddie’s hands fell to him and he pressed in for a heated kiss. Just like it had been at the batting cage, Steve opened his mouth with a groan as Eddie fed his fingers through the hair on his chest and kissed him deeply.

Eddie kissed like he was trying to lick the back of his throat and Steve pressed into it eagerly before twisting and tossing Eddie onto the bed. He gasped, but Steve was quick to kiss him again, crawling over top of him and moaning at the way Eddie pulled him in close. “Fuck, you’re strong,” Eddie gravelled, his voice low as he spread his legs for Steve to slot between.

“And you’re—” Steve tried, getting interrupted by kisses. “Beautiful.” Eddie snorted at the compliment, and hit Steve hard in the shoulder. It was playful, but Steve couldn’t say he understood the reaction. “Man, shut up,” Eddie laughed, sounding charmed. “You’re so fucking corny. Fuck off.”

Steve chuckled a bit in reply, kissing the corner of Eddie’s mouth and down across his cheek. He liked that Eddie found him amusing, but he didn’t want him to think this was a joke. “I mean it… you know,” Steve sighed, kissing Eddie's ear. He noted that Eddie grew quiet, and his body started to arch incrementally upward. “You’re gorgeous.” Eddie groaned, and Steve took that as a good sign as he ducked toward Eddie’s neck and started to suck hickeys into his skin. “Y–you too, you know,” Eddie swallowed, twisting to expose more of his neck. “But I’m sure—I’m sure all the boys—tell you that.” “You’d be surprised,” Steve retorted easily, indulging in kissing Eddie’s skin. “You’re the first guy, actually…” Steve didn’t think much of his comment, more just pleased to be doing this finally with Eddie, as he ran a hand up Eddie’s side to expose his skin. He wanted to properly see those tattoos—count them—and maybe after they were done he’d ask all about them. Kiss every single one. God, Eddie was everything he had dreamed of. “What?” Eddie asked, not squirming away, but changing the atmosphere in the room completely with his deadpan question. “Huh?” Steve blinked, leaning back so he could look at Eddie properly. “Did you say… I’m the first guy?” Eddie asked, brows pinched in. “What do… what do you mean by that?”

Steve stared for a beat, feeling more like a fish than a man as he gaped. He wasn’t really sure how to answer that. What had he said? That Eddie was the first guy? Was that wrong for him to have commented on?

“That… what? Nothing, just… you’re the first guy to say that to me. I’ve never… honestly, I’ve never been in a situation like this with a guy before,” Steve replied genuinely, the confusion evident on his face. ”What?” Eddie asked again, sitting up a bit and forcing Steve to sit back. “What do you— you mean you’re an ass-virgin?” As soon as the words left his mouth, a flush spread across Eddie’s face, and he looked away from Steve. “God—uh, sorry—why did I say it like that? Jesus—I mean, uh…” Eddie waffled, his face growing redder by the minute. It was actually adorable, and Steve couldn’t help but chuckle at him.

“Yeah, I’m an ass-virgin,” he teased, only feeling a small blow to his ego at the phrase. “But I’m uh, far from a virgin-virgin.” Eddie looked back at him, but kept his lips pressed together, mortified still but seemingly keeping it together. Sex was weird like that, and Steve had sex enough not to be overly embarrassed by slip ups like this. Hell, he sort of liked that they were being real about it from the get-go, and it gave him an opportunity to ask the real pressing question here. “Just so… we get it out of the way,” Steve swallowed, sitting back on his heels, “I get physicals a lot—real ones. So, uh, I know I’m clean.” Eddie blinked at him and then raised his hands in front of his chest, looking shocked that they were just talking about this. “Oh—yeah, me too. Yeah, I mean, I’m uh… I just got out of rehab. You have to go through a lot of doctors, and I haven’t… I’ve been checked since the last time I slept with anyone,” Eddie confessed, his body language awkward despite the fact that Steve could see something hard behind his eyes.

It felt like Eddie was testing him or something. Like he was checking to see how Steve would react to being told that he was in rehab recently. Steve knew about Eddie’s rehab, but he appreciated that Eddie was willing to be so direct about something like that. “But, good to know I won’t get gonorrhoea when I suck your dick,” Eddie quipped. Okay, maybe a bit too direct.

Steve blinked and looked away, not exactly sure how to respond to that. It was funny, right? Eddie was trying to alleviate the tension after such a serious conversation? But there was still the whole—

“Do you know how this works?” Eddie asked, his tone a bit softer.

Steve looked back at him, putting together what he meant, slowly.

“Sex? Like, sex with a guy?” Steve asked. “Yeah, I know how… sex works. I’ve just never… actually done it. Just, uh, by myself.” Eddie’s eyes flicked up to him at that, and Steve watched something simmer there as Eddie stared. It was intimidating, but it evoked that same desire to just ‘say yes’ to everything. It was hot.

“That’s good…” Eddie replied quietly, a controlled quality to his voice. “I’m out of practice there, so…”

Silence fell over them, and Steve wasn’t really sure what to do. It felt like Eddie was asking him something, but he wasn’t totally sure. He had gone into this expecting to have sex—expecting Eddie to fuck him—but now he wasn’t sure if that was what Eddie wanted. So much for being forward.

“Do you want to… bottom?” Eddie asked as the silence continued, and Steve paused for a beat as those words sunk in. He had thought it was obvious, but now that he was considering it, he supposed it was strange that he had just assumed he was going to bottom. Why had he assumed that? Probably because he could screw women the same way he’d screw a guy, and he had done that enough to know that he liked it. But Eddie wasn’t a woman, so of course Steve wanted to experience ‘bottoming.’ That was…. Why was that his preference?

“Yeah, unless you don’t want to…” Steve offered as a compromise, still keen on sleeping with Eddie even if he didn’t want to top. “No, no—” Eddie replied quickly, “I’ve been thinking about fucking you all week. I like it both ways, but your, uh… first time like this. Are you sure you want… me?”

Steve felt a punch to his chest at Eddie’s words, all of it settling over him like a shroud. Firstly, to hear Eddie say he wanted to fuck him, it was like Eddie was grabbing him by the dick and tormenting him. It was so fucking erotic—but then, he went and shied away from it because… because he didn’t feel like enough. It was like Eddie had a grip on his heart and his libido in a way that was making Steve feel delirious.

“Yeah—yes,” Steve said a bit too eagerly, getting back on his knees and crawling over the other. “Yes… yes, Eddie. I want you to fuck me.” Eddie looked bewildered by his approach, but he groaned deeply at the confession anyway and pulled Steve into a kiss. It felt romantic though, and Steve let himself get lost in the sensation as he leaned over Eddie. “Jesus Christ, Steve,” Eddie rumbled, “okay. Jesus… okay.” The contact was tender as Eddie held his cheeks and kissed him. Steve could swear that he really was going to fall in love if this continued. Eddie was being so gentle with him, but there was still so much passion behind his touch. Steve felt like he had been starved of this for a very long time.

Eddie encouraged them to roll, and Steve moved with him without breaking the kiss. They were tangled together again almost instantly, and Steve couldn’t help his smug little laugh when Eddie reached around to grope his ass. “Don’t sound—too pleased… with yourself,” Eddie scolded, still kissing him through his words as he grabbed handfuls of Steve’s ass and kneaded.

“I don’t know—-what you’re talking—about,” Steve taunted in turn, letting his own hands wander as he reached up Eddie’s back, and tangled his fingers into the other’s hair. It didn’t take long for Steve’s hands to venture to the waistband of Eddie’s jeans. He moved slowly as he popped the button on Eddie’s shorts and unzipped his fly. Eddie just groaned through the action and pressed in closer, his own touch dipping below the elastic waistband of Steve’s pants and boxers so he could grab his ass.

Skin on skin.

Eddie rolled his hips forward and Steve had a momentary spike of nerves as he felt the bulge in Eddie’s shorts press against his crotch. He wanted this, but he was suddenly struck with the fact that he was actually going to be touching another man’s dick, and his lack of experience squeezed at his confidence. But Eddie felt so eager as he pulled Steve in close and practically growled into his mouth. A possessive, needy quality to the sound that demanded attention. It felt like Eddie was obsessed with him, and Steve wasn’t sure if he had ever felt sexier. To be desired that much… to see and feel how turned on Eddie was from kissing alone was something else. Steve rolled his hips forward so they could grind, and he was rewarded with a gasp from Eddie before he was pulling Steve’s legs over his thigh so they could rut up against one another. The invitation was plain, and Steve didn’t pretend to be stoic as he moaned quietly into Eddie’s mouth, the two of them grinding like a couple of teenagers. “Mmm—you’re so… so…” Eddie mumbled, obviously distracted, as he tugged Steve’s pants over his ass so they caught on the underside and exposed him. “Fuck… look at you.” Eddie opened his eyes, and Steve let himself get overwhelmed by how stormy Eddie’s gaze was. His pupils were blown, and Steve felt more like prey than a lover. No one had ever looked at him like that before. “Hmm, fuck… don’t let me get ahead of myself,” Eddie mused, kissing him tenderly for a beat before pulling away. “Where… lube, man.” Steve swallowed, coming back to himself as he shifted up the bed. “Right, yeah,” he mumbled, crawling up the mattress and fishing around in his nightstand for lube and condoms. He tossed the condoms to the far side of the bed but held the bottle of lube out for Eddie as he moved up the mattress toward him. “Thanks, sweetheart,” Eddie muttered, smiling with hooded eyes before kissing Steve’s shoulder and up into the curve of his neck. “You tell me to stop… at any time, if you want…” Steve breathed a soft ‘okay’ and rolled onto his back, feeling utterly captivated by Eddie. There was this energy about him that was intoxicating, and Steve truly did feel like a virgin again. He was letting Eddie take the reins, and it felt natural to fall underneath him like this. It was almost animalistic, but at the same time he felt as if Eddie was treating him so tenderly. Like he was devoted to him. Affectionate beyond what someone who had known him for a week should feel.

Eddie kissed in the crevice of Steve’s throat and Steve sighed as he felt the other starting to kiss down his chest and to his hips. Eddie was making these wayward, pleased noises as he descended, taking the hem of Steve’s pants down with him as he placed a kissed to his thigh and nipped gently at his skin.

It didn’t take much for Eddie to pull down his clothes, freeing Steve’s erection. He was already so turned on, and that only increased as Eddie hummed appreciatively at him. “God… you’re prettier than I imagined,” Eddie husked, as he sat up a bit so he could lick a stripe up Steve’s cock, before sucking on just the head of his erection. Steve gasped at the forwardness, the compliment making him feel small and flattered all at once. Eddie was keeping such intense eye contact with him, too, Steve felt powerless despite the fact that he had more than one weight-class on Eddie. “So, you’ve… done this by yourself?” Eddie asked, his voice low as he released Steve’s cock and finished pulling his pants off. Steve swallowed, once again seeing that dark flash in Eddie’s eyes. He could place it now, though. Eddie thought it was hot, hearing that Steve had masturbated like this on his own. It felt dangerous, and alluring all at once. As if Steve was expected to perform, but all he had to do was be himself. Eddie was probably restraining himself from demanding too much of him, despite how hot-blooded the information made him.

“Yeah,” Steve answers, trying to sound confident and not at all overwhelmed by how intense Eddie’s gaze was. “Somewhat recently too…” Steve wasn’t a stranger to turning on his partners, but the way Eddie groaned at his reply and slunk back up to his face made his body feel tight. It felt like he was about to be devoured. “Jesus Christ, Steve,” Eddie crooned, kissing along his jaw and back to his lips. They indulged in another long, drawn out kiss as Steve felt Eddie moving above him. The familiar clicking noise of the lube bottle opening sounded, and Steve felt his heartbeat pick up. “Thinking about… me?” Eddie asked, opening his eyes, lips barely pressed to Steve’s. Steve sucked in a breath, feeling almost foreign in his own body. He had never been this worked up in his life. He had never experienced foreplay like this before. “Yeah,” Steve swallowed, his voice sounding quiet to his own ears as he watched Eddie’s eyes flutter shut at the confession. “God… I’ve wanted you since the second I saw you,” Eddie groaned, watching him again as Steve felt the cool, wet slick of Eddie’s fingers against his ass. Eddie played for a moment, just pressing and gliding his fingers against Steve’s asshole before carefully pushing one finger in. Steve sucked in another breath, the action throwing him because of the anticipation, not the sensation. He knew this kind of touch—though it was something else, having someone else’s finger in him. “You tell me…” Eddie mumbled, still staring at him, as if he didn’t want to miss a second of Steve’s reaction. “Tell me… if it’s too much.”

Steve heard Eddie swallow thick before he started pumping his finger in and out of him, the feeling making Steve close his eyes. “Baby?” Eddie asked, a second finger teasing the outside of his hole. “Tell me…” “Okay—” Steve said quickly, tightening and loosening his grip on Eddie’s shoulders.

It wasn’t painful. He was familiar enough with this to take two fingers, but something about the way Eddie was treating him was building Steve’s overwhelm. He felt so vulnerable, and he wanted it so badly, that Eddie’s touch almost felt like a tease instead of release. Eddie stroked his insides and Steve gasped at the sensation, letting himself just focus on the feeling as Eddie started to work him open. It wasn’t just a means to an end though, as Eddie pressed up into his prostate and pulled a groan from Steve, causing him to hunch. When Eddie rubbed his prostate again, Steve gasped before opening his eyes. Eddie was staring so intently at him that Steve could hardly stand it. He pulled him into a kiss instead, and Eddie groaned into his mouth, the speed of his fingers increasing as he pumped them vigorously in and out.

Steve couldn’t keep the kiss up as he started to keen into Eddie’s mouth, spreading his legs on instinct as he got lost to the sensation. “Tell me…” Steve heard Eddie mumble, and he shook his head quickly, not wanting this to stop for anything. “It’s good— it’s good!” Steve groaned loudly, arching into Eddie. “You sound so... fucking amazing,” Eddie gravelled, ducking to Steve’s neck and starting to leave painful hickeys along Steve’s skin. That only increased Steve’s pleasure, and he clutched at Eddie’s hair, feeling desperate for this to get to the next step. Eddie had to know that he wasn’t going to flinch away or clamp down on him by now. He needed Eddie to screw him. “I want to fuck you— so badly,” Eddie gasped against his skin, and Steve panted loudly in turn, trying his best to regain his thoughts.

“Fuck me—” Steve choked, feeling almost pathetic for losing it this quickly when Eddie had only been using his fingers. Eddie whined at his reply, biting his neck hard before swiftly pulling his hand away. Steve shuddered and panted heavily, letting himself fall against the mattress as Eddie sat up. He looked deadly towering over Steve, his hair cascading over his shoulders and hanging down like some kind of monster. His expression was dark, and his mouth was hanging open salaciously. It was like Steve was looking up at a painting of some kind of horror, sent from the depth to seduce men. He looked so good. Steve wanted to do anything for him.

Eddie peeled off his shirt and tossed it aside as Steve watched. They were making hard eye contact with one another at the anticipation of the moment before Steve’s attention dropped to Eddie’s waist. He pushed down his shorts slowly, the action obviously meant to be enticing, as he pulled his erection out and gave himself a few strokes. He wasn’t small by any means, and Steve felt his stomach clench at the idea that Eddie’s dick was about to be inside him. “You’re drinking me in like you’re dying, Stevie…” Eddie sighed, and Steve raised his attention back up to his face. “Sorry,” Steve said on instinct, which made Eddie laugh darkly. “No… I like it, baby,” Eddie mused, pulling his shorts off the rest of the way before crawling over Steve again. “You want me so badly, don’t you? Fingering yourself all week… thinking about me, and wanting me to put this inside you.” Steve felt Eddie press his cock against his stomach as he spoke, sliding his head against his skin, so Steve could feel how wet he was with pre-cum.

“I want to fuck you so good that you can’t even think about cumming without thinking about me,” Eddie breathed, leaning in for a tantalizingly gentle kiss. Steve wasn’t even sure if he was breathing as Eddie loomed over him, his attention completely enraptured. Nothing in the world existed beyond Eddie and the idea of having sex with him. Nothing mattered beyond this moment, and it felt as if Steve had never taken another lover before now. “You want me?” Eddie asked again, breathing against Steve’s mouth. “Yes–” Steve gasped, frozen to the spot. Eddie purred a pleased noise before kissing him and rolling his tongue into his mouth, letting the action languish before sitting up again. He must have grabbed a condom without Steve noticing because he was already pushing the rubber down over his cock. Even just the sight of that made Steve’s dick twitch as he watched Eddie lather himself with a generous amount of lube. “Same rules,” Eddie said softly, pressing his slick hand against Steve’s backside before shuffling forward. “Tell me if it’s too much.” There was no more waiting as Steve felt the heat of Eddie’s head press against his hole. His body strained for a moment before Eddie pushed in and Steve heaved a breath. It was slow, and it felt tight, but Eddie didn’t relent as he gradually pushed to the hilt. “Oh—fuck…” Steve whimpered, pushing up a bit in order to look between his legs. “Fuck…” Eddie touched his knees gingerly, and Steve spread his legs apart further as he felt Eddie pull back incrementally. He whined again at the action, but with each small push and pull, Steve could feel himself relaxing. “You’re so… fucking tight… baby,” Eddie groaned, and Steve finally looked up at Eddie’s face again to see how wonton his expression was. His mouth was open, eyes hooded, and Steve could see the delirious concentration on his face.

“I want to…” Eddie swallowed, and craned his neck toward the ceiling. “Fuck… I want to move… ah, Steve—fuck, I want to fuck you.” Eddie thrust in hard, and Steve shouted as the pain and pleasure erupted up his body. It was so much— he wanted Eddie to fuck him, but it was so much. Eddie seemed to be barely keeping it together as he went back to his shallow movements, his eyebrows pinched in tightly. “Fuck me—” Steve groaned, laying back and twisting a bit on the mattress. “Fuck me— actually— really fuck me.” Eddie growled again— low and dangerous— as he moved up the bed to crawl over Steve. He brushed the hair out of Steve’s face quickly, touching him as if he was revered. He snapped his hips again and Steve gasped, wrapping his arms around Eddie’s chest. He pulled Eddie into a kiss, and that seemed to say enough to the musician for him to actually start thrusting. Steve moaned and arched, his grip tightening on Eddie as he felt him drive into his body and press up hard against his prostate. It ripped a muffled yell from Steve as he continued to clutch at Eddie for dear life. “It good? It good, baby? Fuck, Steve,” Eddie was saying on repeat, his voice cut with his own whines of pleasure and the chasing of Steve’s tongue. As if that wasn’t enough, Steve felt Eddie’s hand move to his cock, pumping in time with his thrusts. Steve whined again, the overwhelm getting to him as he lost all semblance of rhythm and time. It was just Eddie and any frantic kiss he could get as his body flooded with pleasure. “I’m—” Steve heard Eddie say over the sound of their slapping skin and keening, his own mind on that edge of delirium. Eddie gasped loudly and Steve felt him thrust in hard, the sensation making him twist as Eddie’s hand slowed for a moment. He pulled away again, and Steve groaned at the loss of contact, before refocusing to watch Eddie. Eddie pressed up into his body again with his cock, pushing and maintaining firm pressure against his prostate as he started to jerk Steve off hastily. “You going to cum?” Eddie asked, sounding breathless as he continued to pump Steve’s erection. “Cum, Steve. Come on, sweetheart. Oh… Steve, you look so fucking gone. God—cum, baby. Cum.” Steve never stood a chance. He moaned and gasped, his voice pitching as he watched Eddie stroke him, the pleasure unmatched, before he came with a yell. His orgasm punched into him and shot up his chest, as Eddie groaned happily and continued to milk his cock. “That’s it, baby… oh… look at you,” Eddie cooed, panting heavily before leaning over him again. Steve felt like a wreck as he sucked in breath, his body spent as he let Eddie fall over him and kiss him into the pillows. He felt Eddie pull out slowly, and Steve groaned at the sensation before wrapping himself around Eddie once again and indulging in the adoring quality of their kiss. “Hmm… fuck, Steve,” Eddie whined, shifting so they could roll onto their sides and continue their affections. “Fuck… I don’t say this often, but, God… Steve. Fuck… I want to do that again.” Steve couldn’t help but breathe out a laugh, the ache already settling into his body as Eddie stroked his back sweetly. “Not… right now,” Steve mused, his heart somersaulting in his chest at how tenderly he was being treated. “No, of course not,” Eddie sighed, kissing the corner of his mouth. “No one recovers that fast their first time—I meant… I mean…” Steve sighed lightly, pulling back just enough so they could actually look at one another. Eddie’s face was a bit red from effort, and he had sweat sticking his hair to his temples, but he looked gorgeous. With big brown eyes, and a timid tilt to his brows that made him look more like a puppy, than a person. “Another date,” Steve offered as a fill in for Eddie’s lost statement.

“Yeah, but…” Eddie waffled, looking ten years younger as he shied away from his comment.

“You meant that… you want to have sex again, another day… as if you were my… boyfriend?” Steve’s chest fluttered maddeningly as he spoke, his own wants and desires swirling around the room. Eddie sucked in a breath at that, and Steve watched as his gaze darted away.

It struck fear into him for a moment, before Eddie was tucking under his chin, pressing in close. “I… I haven’t dated in a long time,” Eddie confessed, and Steve picked up the soothing pets to Eddie’s back. “But… I’d fucking… love to be your boyfriend.” Read Chapter 5

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