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builtbybrokenbells · 3 months

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Reaching New Heights

While under the impression that she has the house to herself, y/n enjoys some much needed alone time. Jake, planning on coming home to surprise her, walks himself straight into a whole new world.

Based off this request 🤍

Pairing: Jake Kiszka x f!reader

Word Count: 11k

Warnings: SMUT 18+, virgin reader/losing virginity, unprotected sex, oral (f!receiving), fingering (f!receiving), masturbating (f!receiving), simultaneous orgasm, multiple orgasm, very soft dom type beat, slight cockwarming if you squint, dry humping, touch of spit play, touch of voyeurism, praise, dirty talk, name calling, begging, very very sweet Jake ☹️, anxiety, fluff, swearing, talks of bad dating experiences, sorry if I miss any!

thank to the lovely anon who requested this! sorry for all of my other requests waiting, I promise I’m getting there! I had an idea like this already sitting in the drafts, so when I saw this request I had to write it! I hope this is what you were looking for, and I do apologize for this basically just being pwp. As always, enjoy, be kind, and don’t mind any grammar mistakes! 🤍 (extremely lightly edited)

Intimacy, especially in the sexual context, had always been a touchy subject for you. It wasn’t because of any moral dilemmas, nor because of bad past experiences. You weren’t saving yourself for marriage, and you did not value your virginity as a ‘virtue’. You simply chose not to engage because you had never met anyone who you believed was right for you. You had plenty of dates and failed talking stages with men who only ever seemed interested in getting in your pants, but you had never met someone who seemed interested in you beyond anything sexual. You wanted to explore, to test your own limits and discover yourself with another person, but you could not bring yourself to undress for someone who only wanted (and planned) to leave after the fact.

You were comfortable with your own routine, and after a while it seemed more likely that you would remain a virgin until your hair turned gray and you were sat in a nursing home. At first, it bothered you, but then it became the most normal part of your life. You would rather keep to yourself than give away a part of you to someone who would not appreciate it. Most people weren’t interested in dating once you specified that you would not put out on the first date, and to you, that was okay; they weren’t worth your time or effort. Life was simple without anyone else empeding on your routine, anyway.

Then, one fateful day at a lovely, locally owned music store, you found yourself in front of someone who changed your world entirely, flipping it on its axis and throwing your whole life off course. You had (literally) run into him when you were least expecting it; he had stepped in front of you as you were bustling to the counter to pay for your handful of vinyl records. He apologized profusely, landing a gentle hand on your arm to make sure you were steady on your feet and he hadn’t hurt you. You were too enthralled in the beauty of his face to comprehend the words he was speaking, anyway. His long brown hair hung down to frame his face, and his warm, chocolate coloured eyes seemed to be staring straight into your soul. His smile was inviting, and his charm was unexplainable. He’d made you fall for him without even trying.

Once you managed to overcome your nervous staring, you forced a smile and assured him you were alright. He introduced himself, hesitant to believe you were telling the truth, and insisted on buying your records for you as an apology. After a drawn out back-and-forth argument, he eventually managed to convince you that it was the only apology he would allow for himself. Before you ventured to the counter, you took interest in the specific guitar he was fawning over on the wall. After explaining the details to you, you were left feeling disappointed at the prospect of having to part with him once you stepped out the door.

He ended up buying your records, and the guitar hanging on the wall, but he didn’t seem to want to let you leave without anything more, either.

So, instead of going your separate ways, you ended up at a diner just down the street, sharing lunch and getting to know each other as best as you could in the limited time you had. Laughs were plentiful and fulfillment was felt from all sides. Jake Kiszka was the man you had been waiting for, someone who saw you as a person, not just something to fuck. He was interested in every small detail, and he wanted to know everything he could about you. He was a bit shy, and very nervous, but he was sweet, kind, and he took your breath away. When you left the restaurant, you had a new found excitement for life, and a phone number in your contact list that would now be called on the daily.

At first, the relationship was built slowly and carefully. The two of you started as friends, texting each other regularly and trying your best to discover all of the intimate details about each other. Then, when you guys built up enough courage, you started going on small dates; movie nights, dinner dates, Sunday afternoon drives… you wanted to do anything and everything with him. He quickly became your closest friend and your most trusted confidant. You spent so much time together that it was almost strange not being in the same place. Of course, eventually, his time to tour came around, and it threw your life so violently off track that it was nearly hard to function.

When he first told you, you tried to force a smile and pretend all was well, but he knew you better than that. He could see the sadness in your eyes, and the apprehension. You were both so head over heels for each other that it made it hard to think of anything else. All of the late night phone calls and evenings spent immersed in each other had finally resulted in something much bigger. You were in love, and you were terrified for him to leave you. You feared that once he was gone, he would find someone more exciting, more interesting. Little did you know, he was afraid of all the same things.

So, as you sat in his living room while he packed up the last of his things, he dropped a sly comment about you taking care of his place while he was gone, coming over and watering his plants, and even staying the night if you missed him too much. It was his indirect way of giving you a key to his house, and in turn, his heart. He slipped the spare key from his pocket, handing it over and giving you a smile. Before he went to the airport, you found yourselves confessing your hearts and kissing with tears running down your face. He asked you to be his girlfriend before he ever got on the plane.

Every night, when he was holed up in a different hotel room, he was calling you with excitement, unable to wait to tell you all about his day. It was a different kind of feeling, falling in love with someone without anything other than emotional connection. After a year of touring and only being home with you for a few days at a time, he was growing restless and more eager to be with you again. By the time he got home from traveling the world, he missed you so much that he rarely let you leave his side. Within a few months, your belongings were packed up and ready to be taken to his house, and not long after that, it was no longer just Jake’s house, it was yours, too.

When the two of you were together, it grew increasingly more difficult to navigate your lack of sexual experience. He was very affectionate, his hands always on you and kissing you whenever he could. You felt that he was getting frustrated with your rejections, and it forced you into a corner. You had to open up to him, to tell him the truth and that your avoidance was not because of him at all. You sat him down not long after the two of you moved in together, knowing that you should have confessed to him sooner, and fearful that it would change the way he viewed you.

But, almost as if Jake was put on the earth to challenge every single previous idea you had about men, he smiled and held you, expressing his gratitude that you were comfortable enough to share such things with him. He fell in love with you without sex, and that did not change anything for him. You were worth much more to him than that, and he wanted to make sure you knew it. He thanked you for telling him, and he apologized if he ever made you uncomfortable with his actions before your discussion. He promised that he would never push you, and you could take as much time as you needed to open up and explore that with him.

He was a dream come true, and after a few months, you could easily see that he was determined to stay true to his word. He didn’t once make you feel bad for wanting to wait a little longer, and he never pushed you to do anything that made you uncomfortable. Soon after, you began to realize that Jake truly was the one for you, and that all of your previous fears were quickly becoming obsolete. He did not want you for sex; he loved you for your heart, and when you were ready, he would love you for everything else, too.

Even while you found yourself amidst heated make out sessions, and you could feel how much he wanted you, he never pushed you further. When you laid in bed, and he inevitably found his hands becoming more and more curious, he stopped himself before you even had to say anything. He looked the other way when you were getting changed, and even closed his eyes and left the room if he accidentally walked in on you in an awkward position. He was the epitome of patience and kindness, and the longer you watched him respect you in such a way, the harder you fell for him.

You made sure to thank him often, expressing your appreciation for his patience and his willingness to wait. He valued you so highly, and your comfort was always his top priority. Sometimes, you feared that if you made him wait too long, he would begin to lose interest, but every day he proved to you that he was in it for the long haul. He wanted to be with you, and it did not matter in which way. He loved you, and if waiting made you most comfortable, then he would wait forever for you. It quickly became apparent to you that he was the love of your life, and the prospect of sharing that part of you became more enticing every single day.

It was not like you didn’t want to have sex with Jake; if anything, you wanted it so badly that it made it hard to think of anything else sometimes. Once the fear faded away, it was replaced with awkwardness and uncertainty on the topic. You feared that because of your lack of experience, it would be disappointing for him. There were so many questions that you did not know the answer to, and they plagued you almost every time you thought about it. What if he thought you were stupid because you didn't know what you were doing? What if he wasn’t interested in you once you took your clothes off? What if you did nothing but embarrass yourself?

It was all too much sometimes, and you knew the best way to deal with it was to talk to him, but the topic was daunting for you, and it was embarrassing. It was something you knew little about, and it made you feel silly and even a little naïve. You didn’t know what you liked, and you certainly didn’t know how to do anything that he liked. You knew that with the patience that Jake had shown you, he would be nothing but kind in bed, and he would certainly help you figure everything out, but it was so scary to think about, and it was easier for you to avoid it. You were afraid of looking dumb, and the fear hindered you more than anything else. In the time you spent with him, it became more clear that Jake was what you’d been waiting for the whole time, but now you were facing a whole new challenge; being vulnerable enough to let him show you the ropes.

Every so often, curiosity got the best of you, and you let your eyes linger on him a little too long when he was shirtless, and an unfamiliar feeling would blossom in your stomach. He would move a certain way, or his hand would move a little too far up your thigh, and you would be plagued with temptation to touch him. He would wear certain clothes that would drive you crazy when you looked at him for long enough, and it was becoming harder to ignore every single day. He was what you wanted, and it was so difficult to feel that way when you felt paralyzed at the thought of progressing any further. Jake was driving you crazy, and he wasn’t even doing it intentionally; he was just existing, and that was enough to push you closer and closer to the edge.

Like when he would stretch, and a peek of his tanned stomach would be visible, showing you his treasure trail and a slight hint of a v-line, or when he was sleeping so soundly and turned on to his side to pull you to his chest. The feeling of his body against yours was intense, and the longer he held you to him, he more turned on he would get. An ache would begin between your legs as he slept soundly behind you, his erection pressing into your ass. He wouldn’t even realize it, but he would pull you closer to relieve the ache and give him some much needed friction. You would let it play out; you enjoyed it so much, but you could not seem to voice that to him while he was awake. When he woke and realized the extent of his actions, he apologized profusely while you continued to imagine what it would be like if he kept going, pulling your shorts down just enough to give himself access to you.

You imagined what it would feel like as he rested himself against your entrance, speaking softly in your ear as he talked you through it. How he would put his fingers in his mouth, collecting enough spit to lubricate them before his hand drifted between your thighs. You wondered what it would feel like for his fingers to be tracing around your clit instead of your own, how excited he would be just from touching you alone. Your skin tingled at the thought of his rough fingertips gently working at you as he whispered encouragement in your ear, eventually working you up enough to add his cock to you, too. The picture of him being inside you was too much to bear, and just the thought of feeling so close to him was intoxicating. You had to force a smile on your face while apologized, assuring him you were alright while you thought of all of the filthy things that he could be doing to you. You wanted it so bad, but when you finally found enough courage to ask that of him, the words seemed to get stuck in your throat.

When he would leave for errands, or when he would go to work in the mornings, you would think back on the incidents that caused the flutter in your belly. The longer you focused on it, the more uncomfortable you became. You would work yourself up to the point of no return, and you would have to relieve yourself before Jake got back. In your shared bed, you would let your hand slip between your legs as you thought of all of the things Jake did to you without even knowing it. It wouldn’t take long until you were a mess, muttering his name as you reached a climax that was stronger than any you’d ever felt before.

It was almost routine, now. You were so needy that every time Jake stepped out for a moment, you would have to take the time and get yourself off. It was the only way you could keep up with the temptations without having to open up to him about it. He would come home, and you would smile and kiss him as if your fingers hadn’t just been playing with your own cunt while you imagined it was him doing it, instead.

This small ritual was exactly what happened on that specific day; you had grown so comfortable with it that when Jake left for the studio in the morning, you couldn’t wait to finish your household chores so you could cut straight to the point. You kissed him goodbye, wishing him a good day, and watched as he walked to his car, guitar case in his hand as he blew a kiss to you over his shoulder. The jeans he was wearing were tight, hugging every inch of his legs and showcasing every small detail to you. The denim sat nicely over his ass, and unfortunately for you, every other part of him that you tried your best not to think about. His shirt was old, the button up beginning to fray at the sleeves and the fabric becoming thin and worn. He had the last two buttons done, but left the top open as always. The soft, tanned skin of his chest made your mouth water and your stomach twist with desire. You did not know how much longer you could hold yourself back.

He got in his car and drove away, but you stayed at the door, watching the now empty space for a moment longer while you collected your thoughts. You were so worked up that your cheeks were burning and your heart was thudding dramatically against your chest. You forced yourself to shower, taking some extra time to shave and really make yourself feel good. You did the dishes, and you grabbed something to eat, and you wondered if you might be able to curb the urge that day. Once you were away from him and busy with other things, the need seemed so much smaller.

As you sat down to eat, you knew that it was absolutely impossible to ignore such a feeling, because the minute your mind was left without a distraction, Jake was the only thing it wanted to focus on. You forced your lunch into you, remembering that Jake said his day at the studio might be a little longer than the last. You had ample time to really draw the whole experience out, so that’s what you did. When you made it to your bedroom, you knew you had about an hour until he was home again. You took off your clothes, put on some music, only quietly so you could hear if the front door opened, you turned off the lights, and you laid on his side of the bed. You closed your eyes, breathing slowly as you remembered the morning the two of you spent together. It started sweet, like always.

You woke up with Jake next to you, the scent of his shampoo lingering in the sheets as the soft sounds of his snores filled your ears. You looked back over your shoulder at him, smiling as you admired the peaceful expression on his face. He was shirtless, as always, only a pair of boxers on as the comforter covered up his lower half. You watched his chest rise and fall as he breathed, and his stomach, too. You knew you shouldn’t have looked for so long, because the longer you stared, the more curious you became. You reached out, settling your hand on his stomach gently, a little lower than you usually would. You let your fingers drift over the skin, sending a light tickle through him. He tensed slightly at the feeling, but did not wake. After a few seconds, he woke up just enough to realize it was you touching him.

He moved onto his side, draping an arm over your waist as he pulled you closer to him. Every morning went the same, and you looked forward to it every day. He guided you into him, resting your back against his bare chest. His warmth was comforting, and you wished to live in the moment forever. His hand that was wrapped around you drifted underneath your shirt, resting on your stomach as he brought you even closer to him. The curve of your ass fit perfectly against his hips and his nose was brushing against your shoulder. His head was buried in the crook of your neck as he placed a gentle kiss on it. The sensation sent a shiver down your spine and you closed your eyes. He seemed more awake than he usually was, but not completely aware.

You brought your hand under your shirt, too, resting it on top of his own. Once you felt like he’d drifted off to sleep again, you guided his hand upwards even further, so it was resting on your rib cage just below your breast. You wanted to take it further, but instead, you pushed your ass back into him a little. In his sleepy state, the small feeling prompted a physical reaction. His breathing quickened, but he didn’t move any further. For a moment, you had to question if he was awake too, or if he was stuck in a dream about the exact position you were laying in. His rough fingertips against your skin was intoxicating, and you needed more, but you were too afraid to wake him and tell him so.

You moved your hips against him again, feeling his fingers tighten against you. His knuckles brushed against the underside of your breast, and even in a sleeping state, he could recognize that feeling from anywhere. On his own, he moved his hand up further, cupping it in his palm as his head nuzzled further into your neck. Your breath caught in your throat and that familiar feeling began to pulse in the pit of your stomach. His grip grew stronger, and for a moment, you really did believe that he was awake. His thumb drifted over your hardened nipple, causing your hips to move against him again.

You could feel his erection growing against you, becoming more noticeable as each second passed. You squeezed your thighs together, feeling the ache begin to make itself known. Your breathing sped, and your heart pounded against your chest. His hand stayed on your chest for only a moment until a small noise escaped him, his own need showing even while he was asleep. His hand traveled down your body, landing on your hip as he pulled you back on him. Your breath caught in your throat as you tried to keep yourself quiet. You bit down on your lip, scared to make a sound in case he woke and the moment ended.

His fingers held you tightly as he pulled you back on to him, his cock painfully hard as his hips moved against your ass. The throbbing between your legs was unbearable, and you could only imagine that he was feeling the same type of desperation amidst his dreams. Then, as your heart raced, you heard him whisper your name so delicately that a shiver ran down your spine. He wasn’t just dreaming of sex; he was dreaming of you.

Instead of focusing on what came after, when he woke up with embarrassment written in his features and apologies on his tongue, you pretended what it would be like if you had the courage to tell him to keep going. As you thought of it, you let your hand slip between your thighs. You were already aching for relief, your arousal pooling and showing you just how bad you needed him. You let your middle finger begin tracing slow circles around your clit as your mind clung to thoughts of Jake and just how much you wanted him to take care of you.

You imagined his dark eyes growing heavy as he woke, apologizing being the last thing on his mind. You imagined the desperation in his movement as his fingers dipped below your shorts, moving back from you only for long enough to pull them down over your ass. You thought about how good it would feel to have his hand drift to your cunt, relieving the ache that he’d become so good at causing. You didn’t want him to ask if it was okay, or for any type of permission. You wanted him to have you however he wanted, and you would just be thankful that he was giving you anything at all.

“How does that feel, Angel?” He asked, his voice raspy and rough from sleep as his fingers trace around your aching clit. “Does that feel good? Is this what you want?”

“F-fuck, yes, Jake.” You whine, moving your hips forward to meet his hand, so needy and he barely even touched you yet.

“Just want me to take care of you, baby? Need me to show you how good I can make you feel?” His normally sweet and doting personality was gone, replaced with an animalistic desire after waiting so long to have you. You could feel his cock pressing into your ass, still aching to be touched. He needed you so bad that it was impossible to hide it. “You know I’ll always take care of you, sweet girl… give you anything you want.”

“Y-you, Jake. I want you.” You pleaded, feeling yourself clench around nothing. You wanted him so badly, and you weren’t sure if you could wait any longer.

“You want me, sweetheart?” He crooned, the sound of your desperation sending a shiver down his spine. “You want me to fuck you?”

“Yes please,” you plead, feeling your stomach twist with pleasure.

“Since you asked so nicely,” he whispered, his tone resembling a growl. He drew his hand from you, pulling his boxers down just enough to free himself. He brought his hand to his mouth, spitting on it and stroking himself for a few moments. He moved his hips forward, resting the tip of his cock against your entrance. “How bad do you want it, sweetheart.” His low tone settled deep in your bones, making your entire body quiver.

“So bad, Jake. I need you.” You squeeze your eyes shut, your breath stuck in your throat as you feel him push inside of you.

You worked yourself up to the point of absolute desperation. You felt like you were on the brink of insanity, your skin was on fire and your mind was a mess with thoughts of the boy you were so in love with. You were so deep in the fantasy that you could feel it, as if he was in front of you, touching you and pushing you closer and closer to the edge. You were sweating, your heart racing and your stomach twisted into knots. You needed to let go, but more than that, you needed him.

Little to your knowledge, Jake was unlocking the front door, a sneaky smile on his face as a bouquet of flowers was held tightly in his hand. He’d been planning this all week; coming home from the studio early to surprise you, just to see the look on your face. He’d been working more often than usual as of late, and he felt like he wasn’t spending enough time with you. He’d specifically told you he’d be later than he actually would be, just so he wouldn’t ruin the element of shock. When he unlocked the door and stepped inside, he expected to be greeted by you soon after. His confusion grew as he looked to the kitchen and did not see you there. Next, he checked the living room, wondering if you were curled up on the couch reading a book.

When he couldn’t find you there, he figured the only other place you would be is the bedroom. Your car was outside, and you hadn’t mentioned having to run any errands that day. He took to the stairs, wondering if you decided to take a nap or watch a movie in bed. As he climbed to the top of the stairs, he noticed the soft drift of music through the door. He smiled to himself, knowing he would find you wrapped up in blankets and dozing away the day. He could curl up next to you, holding you close while you slept, and maybe even fall asleep beside you. As he reached the door, he was about to reach out and turn the knob, but he froze in his tracks.

An unfamiliar, incredibly enticing sound reached his ears. It was muffled, barely heard over the speaker and through the closed door, but he caught it. Instead of interrupting, he waited and listened, wondering if his ears were deceiving him. He moved his head closer to the door, nearly pressing his ear against the hollow wood as he strained to hear, trying to piece together the situation.

You were so lost in your own little world that you did not hear the door open downstairs, nor did you hear his footsteps in the hallway. You were so close to an orgasm that not much could distract you from it. Your eyes were shut, your breathing labored as you pictured how softly his hands would drift over the curves of your hips, and how intoxicating his tongue on your skin would feel. You thought of the sweet words rolling off his tongue, the imaginary praise and encouragement driving you even closer to a climax. He would be so sweet, so attentive and caring, and you knew he’d make you feel better than you ever had before. You couldn’t help it, the moans falling from your lips were obscene and his name was delicately mixed within them as if he was in there with you, causing the pleasure himself.

He listened carefully, his cheeks flushing with pleasure at the sound of pleasure stuck on your lips. Desire filled him, running all the way from his throat down to his stomach. It made his chest burn and his skin tingle with excitement. In an instant, he’d forgotten about the romantic gesture and the flowers in his hand; he was only focused on wanting to be the reason those sounds were laced around your tongue. He didn’t want to interrupt, and he feared that if he opened the door, he would embarrass you to death. He worried about overstepping, and he didn’t want to make you uncomfortable, but the sounds were so beautiful that it made his head spin. He tried to force himself to stop listening, fearing he was breaching your trust and invading your privacy, but he couldn’t will himself to walk away.

He was growing increasingly frustrated as he stood and listened, his heart pounding against his chest and his whole body aching with desire. He could feel himself growing more turned on, his cock pressing against the zipper of his jeans as his own desperation became stronger. He palmed himself through the fabric, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath. He knew he should walk away, leave you alone to finish up and go take care of his own problem. It was the right thing to do, and he knew that, but the idea of you touching yourself, possibly to the thought of him, was so enticing.

Just as he thought he could find the strength to walk away, he heard the sound, so gentle and loving that he could not withstand it any longer.

“Oh god, Jake.” You whined, the sound floating through the door and settling deep in his chest. “Jake…”

It was too much for him. His hand shot out, clasping around the doorknob as he gently pushed it open. The light flooded the room, illuminating you laying so intimately on his side of the bed. Your cheeks were flushed, blotchy with red patches. A thin layer of sweat had formed over your body, only making you all the more beautiful to him. Your lips were parted, his name still caught on your tongue as your hand was settled between your legs, working intently at your cunt. Your head turned to the side, your eyes wide with shock as you tried to process the sudden change in the situation. You were so caught up in pleasure that your hand didn’t even move away from your clit as you locked eyes with him.

Suddenly, your brain seemed to catch up with the situation, and embarrassment began to take over. You panicked, scrambling to move your hand away and cover yourself with the blanket, but he took a step closer and shook his head, speaking lowly to you.

“Don’t be shy, Angel.” He rasped, looking down over you with dark eyes. The man before you seemed to be a stranger, nothing like he was in the morning before he left, but in the best possible way. The calm, domineering tone was so different, but it was fantastic all in the same. He looked down at you, his lips curled into a slight smirk as he stood over you at the foot of the bed. The desire he’d been holding back for so long seemed to be coming to the surface. He couldn’t help himself, and a part of you was thankful for it. “Don’t stop, sweetheart. You can put on such a good show.” His eyes lingered over your face, watching you closely to see if you were uncomfortable. Instead of discomfort, you seemed curious, excited, even.

And you were. You didn’t intend for the situation to turn into this, but perhaps it was the best possible outcome. You had been so afraid to have sex with Jake, and for reasons that were completely irrelevant. He was the man you’d fallen so deeply in love with, and someone you wanted to share this part of you with, too. Him walking in on you allowed you to avoid the awkward conversations and nervous stuttering, because you were already worked up to the point of no return. This made the part you were dreading so much easier, and the look in his eye made you feel foolish for ever thinking he wouldn’t love your body just as much as he loved your heart. Something in his expression told you that he would give you all of the direction you needed if you allowed him to do so.

Slowly, you pushed the blanket away from your body, returning your hand to its earlier position. You continued holding his gaze as you brought your middle finger back to your clit, tracing slow circles while he gave you a smile of satisfaction.

“So this is what you get up to when I’m gone all day?” He asked, his tone low and gravelly. He was so overcome with lust that it was impossible to think of anything else. “As soon as I leave, you come up here and play with that pretty little cunt, without me?” His expression was stern, his jaw tense as his teeth clenched together. You could see his cock strained against his pants, and the fact that he was really standing before you rather than existing in your imagination was making the pleasure all the more intense. His words were filthy, but for some reason, it didn’t seem to scare you. You’d been fantasizing about words like that coming from his mouth since the first day you met him.

“Y-yeah,” you nod, stuttering slightly. He didn’t care, nor did he notice, anyway. Your embarrassment was growing smaller with every passing second, and the desire in his eyes made the whole thing seem less terrifying. To see him want you so badly made your stomach twist into knots. He gave you a small smile at the word, happy to see that you weren’t shutting him out. The small expression was enough encouragement for you to keep going.

“Do you think of me, Angel?” He asked, his gaze flickering down to your hand, working carefully to build yourself back up to an orgasm. “Do you wish that I was here doing it, instead?” He asked, reaching one hand down to his cock, adjusting himself in his pants to make it more comfortable while he watched. Your eyes were fixated on his hand, cheeks red at the thought. You wanted to see more, but you weren’t sure what to do next. You were so out of your comfort zone, but something about being able to do it with Jake made it all the more easier. “Come on, baby. Talk to me.” His voice was softer, now, showing you that he was willing to help you through it.

“I-I do,” you nod, catching his eye again. Somewhere in his pupil, he was trying to tell you that it was okay, and you believed it.

“You want to show me what you do when I’m not here?” He asked, gauging your comfort level with his questions.

“Yeah, okay.” You breathe, nodding again. He gave you another smile, licking his lips slightly. To see him look at you in such a way was almost too much to resist. Instead of jumping straight into it, you let him talk you through it, slowly and steadily.

“Keep touching yourself, sweetheart. Just like that.” He said, watching as your hand worked at your cunt. “Then, once you finish, maybe I can show you what it’s like when someone else does it for you.” He posed it like a statement, but he was asking for permission. He needed to touch you so badly, but only if you wanted him to.

“Yes, please.” You whisper, excited at the thought. You were already so close to the edge, spending the last half an hour working yourself up to a climax. The intrusion slowed down your progress, but definitely did not stop it completely. As you finger drifted over your clit, your stomach was burning with the familiar feeling, but it seemed so much more intense than before now that he was watching you. Your eyes fluttered closed as you could feel the pull of pleasure again, your chest rising and falling with your heavy breathing.

“That’s it, baby. Doing such a good job for me.” He said, but it was strained. He wanted to be the one driving you crazy, and it was nearly torture having to watch you and not touch you. You try to hold your moans back, scared to embarrass yourself, but he thought that your state was all but shameful. He thought you were gorgeous, and he felt so lucky to be able to see you like this at all. “Let me hear those pretty noises again, sweet girl.” He pleaded, taking a step closer to the bed. “Don’t be shy with me.” At his permission, your lips parted and a soft moan filled the air. The sound alone nearly drove him to insanity. He watched you carefully, noticing as the muscles in your stomach tensed with every wave of pleasure. He wanted to remember the way you looked in that moment forever.

You were so close to an orgasm, and the desperation was evident in your movements and your voice. He needed it like the starving needed food, and he couldn’t wait much longer. He leaned down over you on the bed, letting his hand drift over your exposed thigh, the touch light but electric.

“Fuck, Jake.” You expressed your thoughts, feeling the pleasure pulsing under your skin and throughout your entire body.

“Look at me, baby.” He said, wanting you to open your eyes. You did as he said, catching the warm brown of his irises and feeling the warmth flood you. Your breath caught in your throat, and your muscles constricted. You were so close, and him looking at you in such a way made it all the more intense. “Let go,” he hummed, giving you a smile. His eyes were heavy and his chest was heaving with every breath. “Come for me, Angel.” And you did, your limbs trembling as the pleasure took hold. You’d never felt like that in your entire life, and it was so intense that it made your head spin and your chest burn. You didn’t think it was possible to feel such a way, but as you looked into Jake’s eyes, you knew it was all because of him. “That’s my girl.” He sighed, leaning down and pressing his lips to the inside of your thigh.

The feeling made you melt into his touch, his lips so delicate against your warm skin. You wanted more; suddenly, your own hand wasn’t enough. You needed him to do it for you, to feel what it was like when he touched you. You reached down, cupping his cheek in your hand as you let your thumb drift over his cheek. He hummed against you, still focused on the feeling of your thigh against his mouth. The longer he left them there, kissing a trail upwards, the sloppier he became. He sucked light marks into the delicate skin as his hand found your hip, pulling you down on the mattress towards him. He wanted you to feel admired, to know how strongly he felt for you. He wanted you to know that the situation did not have to be scary, and he only wanted to make you feel good. He was there for you, and his pleasure came second to all of your needs.

You watched him as he did all he could to showcase his admiration. You were still aching to be touched, the orgasm you had given yourself long gone and barely enough to keep you satisfied. You needed to feel him, you needed him to bring you to such pleasure, and you couldn’t believe you waited so long to feel him like this.

“Are you okay with this, baby?” He asked, looking up to you with his eyes nearly closed from the weight of lust in his stare.

“Yeah, I am.” You assured him. “I’m… I'm okay.”

“You tell me if you need me or want me to stop, okay?” He ordered, settling on his stomach between your legs. “Even if you just want me to slow down… I need you to tell me, sweetheart. Can you do that?” You hummed a response of agreement, but he didn’t move any further. “I need to hear the words, honey.”

“I will, Jake. I promise.” He gave you a soft smile, looking over your face to search for any discomfort. When he saw only excitement, he brought his own hand between your legs. Carefully, he brought his fingers to you, gathering your arousal on his fingers before bringing them to your clit. The feeling was foreign, but as soon as his fingers landed on the sensitive bundle of nerves, the unfamiliarity quickly became obsolete. His rough, calloused fingertips moved slowly over you as his eyes stayed on your face. It was immediately pleasant, way more so than your own hands doing the work.

“How’s that, Angel?” He hummed, his eyes flickering down to his hand that was working at you. His mouth watered from the sight, but he held himself back from going any further until you were comfortable.

“S-so good.” You whined, looking down at his face. The sight of his eyes fixated on your cunt made your stomach burn with desire. All of the fear you felt before was gone; you should have known better than to think Jake would view you as anything other than gorgeous.

“You want me to keep going?” He asked, looking back up at you.

“Yes, please.” You breathed, nodding at him. He gave you a smile, adding a little more pressure to his thumb. The sensation caused you to move your hips down on his hand, searching for more. He kept the pace for a moment, before sliding his thumb in place of his middle finger. He rested his middle and index finger against your entrance, waiting to see your reaction before doing anything else.

“Is this okay?”

“G-god, yes.” You nodded, still sensitive from your first orgasm. Everything he was doing felt fantastic, and you never wanted him to stop. Before going any further, he leaned forward and let a trail of spit fall from his lips to his fingers, making sure that it wouldn’t be uncomfortable for you. You watched, feeling a flutter of emotion rush to your core at the sight. He gave you a small smirk, noticing the reaction. Slowly, he added one finger first, wanting you to grow comfortable with the feeling before going any further. Once he knew you were alright, he added a second.

“There you go, beautiful.” He smiled, noticing your eyebrows furrow with pleasure as a moan fell from your lips. Gently, he pumped his fingers into you a few times, spitting on his hand once again to lubricate them further. “God, you have no idea how much I thought about doing this.” He muttered, more to himself than you.

“Y-you… you think about this?” You asked, your cheeks turning red at the thought.

“Think about it?” He nearly scoffed. “Baby, I dream about it.” He corrected, curling his fingers upwards slightly as his thumb brushed over your clit. You let out a sharp breath, the feeling unfamiliar but incredibly pleasant. “I think about making you feel good, and about how pretty I knew you would look while you cum…” he trailed off, driving himself crazy at his own words. “About how good you’d taste, and how good you’d feel…” he cut himself off, realizing he might be too obscene for you at the moment. You looked down at him, almost as if you were pleading with him to keep going. The knowledge that he thought about you the same way you thought about him made your heart skip a beat. “How good you’d feel wrapped around my cock.” He finished, stronger and more confident. He could feel your walls clench around his finger at the sound of his words.

“I think about you, too, Jake.” You confessed, closing your eyes and letting your head fall back on the pillow. The pleasure was more intense than anything you’d felt before, and his words were making it all the more satisfying.

“Yeah? You think about me touching you like this?” He paused his thoughts, increasing his pace ever so slightly. “Such a dirty little thing.” He teased, smiling up at your blushed face. “I love it.” He made sure that you knew that more than anything else. “How does this feel, gorgeous?”

“It feels so good, Jake.” You assure him, hoping that he won’t stop.

“Can I try something?” He asks, leaning down and pressing a few more kisses into your thighs.

“Y-yeah, okay.” You nod, unsure of what he had in mind, but trusting him more than anything.

“M’gonna use my mouth, okay?” He said, scanning your face. “Is that alright?”

“Yeah,” you breathe, excited at the prospect.

“Just tell me if you want me to stop, okay Angel?”

“Okay.” You nod, your eyes fixated on him as he moved closer to your heat. He moved his thumb from your clit, but you barely have time to mourn the loss before his mouth was on you and his tongue was doing the work, instead. “Oh, fuck.” You whine, reaching down and tangling your hand in his hair. The feeling was more intense, and definitely more powerful. The warmth of his mouth and the wetness of his tongue was like heaven, and so unlike anything you’d felt before. He barely started and you could feel your walls fluttering against his fingers. You were bordering another orgasm, and you weren’t sure how much you could take before you let go.

His tongue moved carefully, but with intent. It drifted over your clit, savoring any bit of arousal still left on you. His eyes were closed as his hips moved down on the mattress, the friction barely relieving the ache of his cock, but making it a little more bearable. Your breathing was shallow, and the feeling of your fingers tangled in his hair was driving him crazy. He pumped his fingers into you as his tongue worked at you, curling his fingers slightly every time he re-entered. The different types of stimulation was not overwhelming, but just enough as they worked together to push you to the edge.

“Fuck, Jake.” You whined. He hummed against you, showing you how much he was enjoying the sound. The vibration ran through you, tightening the knot in your stomach. You were so close, and your skin was tingling with pleasure. “I think… think m’gonna cum, baby.” You warned. He did not pull away, instead he made his movements more pronounced, needing it more than he needed anything more in his entire life. Your mind was flooded with desire for him, and you could only whimper his name.

He was making you feel better than you ever had before, and you were so in love with him at that moment. You couldn’t think of anyone else you’d rather be doing this with, and you felt so comfortable and loved. He adored you, and he was coaxing you so gently to a climax that it was hard to feel any fear or anxiety about it. He was so gentle and kind, his touch soft and his words sweet. He wanted you to get the most out of it, and more than anything, he wanted to make your first time special. He waited so long for this moment, and now that it was here, he was doing everything in his power to make sure you enjoyed it.

The orgasm washed over you hard, making your legs shake and your eyes squeeze shut. Your fingers tightened around the stands of his hair, and you moaned his name as the pleasure took over. The obscenities falling from your lips painted the walls, burying the memory in the room until the end of time. You felt so good that you forgot how to breathe, and your head felt light. As the intensity died down and you relaxed against him, he began to taper his movements off until he came to a complete stop. As you caught your breath, he pulled back from you and looked up at your face. His eyes were heavy, and lust was hanging thick in the air. He needed you, and he did not have to say it aloud; you could feel it.

As he straightened up, his chin was glistening in the dim light, your orgasm lingering on his skin to remind you of the moment. “How was that, beautiful?” He asked, his voice husky. Your mind was still hazy as you admired his face, watching as he slowly unbuttoned his shirt.

“So, so good, baby.” You sighed, giving him a lazy smile.

“You want to keep going?” He asked, standing from the bed. You admired him, shirtless and standing over you. Your head was swimming with joy and your skin was ablaze with desire for him. You made it this far, and you wanted to go all the way. You were more than ready to take the step with him, especially after he was so caring and loving with you just moments before.

“Yes, please.” You whisper, giving him a smile. He returned the expression, slowly undoing his belt buckle, pulling it from the loops. His discarded it on the floor, unbuttoning his jeans and pulling down the zipper. You felt like you were holding your breath as you waited for him to undress, feeling excitement begin to build within you. He slipped out of his jeans, kicking them to the side. Then, he looked at you, making sure you were okay before he took off his boxers. He saw the admiration in your eyes, and it made his stomach flutter with adoration.

“You want me, sweet girl?” He whispered, his jaw tense as he watched you look at him in wonder.

“Yes, please.” You nod, waiting for him to advance further. He gave you a soft smile, pulling off his boxers and throwing them to the side. When he straightened up, your breath caught in your throat. He was stunning. The discreet toned muscles in his abdomen that were so often hidden by clothes took your breath away. The soft v-line leaning down from his hips was delicious, and you could feel the arousal begin to grow once more. When he stepped closer, the light seemed to shine on him a little more. You could see all of him, and he was breathtaking.

His cock was painfully hard, the tip red and glistening with pre-cum, and it was so enticing. Seeing all of him was something so special, and you almost regretted not doing it sooner. He kneeled before you on the bed, settling between your legs as he smiled down at you. “Hi, gorgeous.” He hummed, his expression sweet and his eyes showing you nothing but love.

“Hi,” you grinned, feeling excitement overtake all of the anxiety. He reached to the other side of the bed, grabbing a pillow.

“Lift your hips for me, sweetheart.” He said. You did as he told you, and he slid the cushion underneath you. “Should make it a little more comfortable.” He promised, leaning down and bracing his arm beside your head. He gave you a stupid smile that told you how enthusiastic he was. You couldn’t help but smile back, finding his joy infectious. He leaned a little further down, capturing you in a kiss. You melted into the feeling, so relieved at the comfortable and familiar feeling after so many new sensations. You closed your eyes, cupping his cheek in your hand to hold him to you. You wanted to live in the moment with him forever.

He didn’t rush you, kissing you softly for as long as you needed. It was messy, but it was beautiful. His teeth pulled your bottom lip between them, teasing you slightly. You smiled against him, finding the playfulness soothing. “I love you, Jake.” You mumble against his lips.

“I love you so much, Angel.” He whispers, looking down over your face. “I think you’re the most beautiful thing in the whole world, you know that right?” Your cheeks burn red, but you can’t hold back your smile. “You’re the sweetest thing I’ve ever seen, and I’m so lucky to have you.”

“I’m lucky to have you.” You sigh, your chest aching with the amount of love you have for him.

“Thank you for trusting me, y/n.” His voice is full of emotion now. The lust took the back burner, second to his love and appreciation for you.

“Thank you for being someone I can trust.” He smiled at your words, leaning down and pressing his lips to yours once more.

“Are you ready? If not, I can wait.” He assured you.

“I am.” You promised. “I’m ready.” He gave you another kiss, biting back another smile. He felt giddy with you, like it was his first time again, too. The strength in which he felt for you nearly brought him to his knees. He leaned back, looking down over your body with a look on his eyes you weren’t sure he’d ever seen before. It was so full of emotion that it made your stomach twist into knots. He spit into his hand, stroking himself before lining himself up with your entrance. He looked to you for approval, and you gave a slight nod of your head.

“It might be a little uncomfortable, so just tell me if it is, okay? Just want you to feel good, baby.”

“I will.” His concern with your pleasure was driving you crazy. He guided your legs around him and waited for a moment, giving you the chance to change your mind. When you said nothing, he slowly pushed himself inside of you.

The feeling was different, but not unpleasant. It took a moment to get used to it as he fully buried himself in you. He paused before moving any further, looking to see if you were okay. You couldn’t help but notice how full you felt, how well he fit with you, and how right it felt. You caught his eye, letting out a little sigh of satisfaction. The small sound nearly pushed him over the edge as he sat, completely still inside of you. His cock twitched slightly, the knowledge that you were enjoying him sending him feral.

“You want to wait, or do you want me to keep going?”

“Keep going, please.” You breathed, wanting more. He gave you a small smile, moving his hips ever so slightly. You tended slightly, adjusting to the feeling, but as he continued, it began to grow more comfortable. Soon after, prickles of pleasure started to ignite your skin. “Oh, Jake.” You sigh, letting your head fall back on the pillow. “That feels… so good.” His jaw clenched at your words, thrilled at your enjoyment.

“Yeah? You like it, baby?” He asked, reaching down and letting his fingers dust over your bare stomach. They trailed all the way to your chest as he cupped your breast in his hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. His thumb toyed with your nipple, the small sensation sending a shiver down your spine.

“I do,” you breathe, nodding your head.

“So fucking tight,” he muttered to himself. “You feel so fucking good, angel. Doing so good for me.” Your walls clenched around him as he spoke, drawing him in further. He wasn’t moving very fast, but the feeling was more than enough. It was exactly what you’d been waiting for, even if you didn’t realize it before. Slowly, he began to pick up the pace, unable to hold himself back any longer. “Tell me if you need me to slow down, baby.”

“I will,” you moaned, feeling the intensity begin to build in your belly again. “God, Jake. F-faster, please.” You pleaded. He let out a groan, resembling more of a growl than anything else. He grabbed your hips, pulling you down towards him a little further. His thrusts sped, and he put a little more force behind his movements. He looked down, watching how your bodies fit together, feeling a whole new sense of desire as your hips met his with every thrust.

“You’re so fucking hot.” He groaned, leaning down and pulling you into a kiss. He’d waited so long to feel you like this, and he was afraid he might not be able to hold himself back.

“Fuck, Jake.” You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him down closer to you. His hands on your hips felt so good, his fingers burning into you in the most intoxicating way. You felt better than you ever did before, and you never wanted to stop feeling that way. He was so enchanting, and everything he was doing was euphoric. You felt like you were melting into him, both of you becoming one as the fire burned in your hearts.

“Need you to cum for me one more time, angel. Just one more.” He pleaded, pulling you down on him as he thrusted into you. The angle he was hitting was intoxicating, pulling you in further with every move of his hips. His lips met your again in a heated kiss, your chests heaving as the intensity continued to consume you. Your stomach was twisted in knots and your forehead was glistening with sweat. Your whole body felt like it was ablaze with pleasure, and you needed more than he could give.

He pulled back from you, his hips still keeping a steady pace as his hand reached between you, circling around your clit once again. The second sensation to hold with a fervent appetite, consuming you entirely and making it impossible to think of anything else. His fingers on you and his cock filling you up was pushing you to euphoria, and your vision began to blur. Your mind was hazy as you tried to focus on his face, wondering how you got so lucky to be with someone so beautiful.

“You think you can give me one more, beautiful?” He asked, his voice shaking as he spoke. He was holding himself back to make sure you were pleased, but the idea of him being such a mess for you was driving you even closer to insanity. The most pleasurable part of the whole thing was knowing how good he felt, and how much he loved pleasing you.

“Y-yeah,” you managed a nod, looking up at him with desperate eyes. Your muscles were tightening as you tensed, preparing for the wave of pleasure about to wash over you. The burning in the pit of your stomach was familiar now, and you knew that he was the only one who knew how to get you there.

“Cum for me, baby.” He said, his thumb circling the sensitive bundle of nerves with precision. Your legs locked around him began to tremble, and your breathing was ragged. You were so close, and you needed it. More than that, you needed him to cum at the same time.

“Cum with me, please.” You pleaded, admiring the look of pleasure twisting his expression. He let out a groan at your words, his eyebrows knitting together as his hair hung down over his face. You’d never seen Jake look so ethereal before, and it was driving you mad.

“That’s what you want, angel? That will make you happy?”

“Please, Jake.” You said, reaching up and clasping your fingers around his bicep.

“Anything for my girl,” he muttered, his head falling back as he let out a string of curses. He even made the obscenities sound beautiful. You watched as the columns of his neck tightened and his Adams apple bobbed as he swallowed hard, sweat dripping delicately down across his skin. Strands of hair stuck to the damp skin, framing him in a picture you wished to burn into your mind until the end of time.

The climax hit you hard, and you clenched around him, crying his name as you felt the pleasure fill you completely. He didn’t have time to nurture you through it, because at the same time, his orgasm washed over him. As you rode out the high, his hips stuttered and a breathy moan fell from his lips. He spilled his release inside of you, the feeling so addicting that it forced you into another wave of pleasure. Heavy breathing was the only sound in the room, and after the intensity began to fade, Jake leaned down and wrapped you in his arms. Without withdrawing from you, he turned on his back and pulled you on top of him. With a giggle, you landed comfortably in his arms with a smile so wide it made your cheeks ache.

You rested your head on his chest, your skin still tingling with the ghost of your orgasm. You placed a kiss to the skin, feeling his heart thud against his ribcage. His hand trailed down your back, his fingers tickling you slightly as he traced shapes into your skin. For a moment, neither of you spoke, and you didn’t need to; the whole world felt perfect.

“How was that, angel?” He asked, reaching up and tucking your hair behind your ear. You grinned down at him, unable to put your thoughts into words. “Are you okay?”

“I’m great, Jake.” You assured him, leaning into the touch of his hand.

“You’re not hurt, are you? I wasn’t too rough?” His hand shot to your hip as he looked down, trying to see if he left any marks on you. He was panicking, worried that he hadn’t taken good enough care of you. The last thing he wanted was for you to be in pain.

“It was perfect, my love. It was better than I could have ever imagined.” You promised, leaning down and placing a soft kiss on his lips. He relaxed against you, feeling better at the sound of your words.

“So… it was good? You… you liked it?” He said, his own nerves getting the best of him. You could feel him start to go soft inside of you, but neither of you cared to move. You laid together, smiling in bliss at the moment.

“It was phenomenal… I had a fantastic time.” You said, blushing slightly. “Thank you, Jake. For everything.”

“You don’t have to thank me for anything, beautiful.” He pulled your head down so he could place a kiss to your forehead. “It was my pleasure.”

“I do, though. Thank you for being patient, and thank you for caring enough to wait it out. And… thank you for making my first time so special. I’ve always been kind of… afraid, I guess, and you made it so easy.”

“I’m glad I could do that for you, angel. You’re my biggest priority, and I just want to make sure you’re happy and comfortable, and I want you to have a good time.”

“I had such a good time.” You smiled, laying your head on his chest again. “Do you… you think maybe we can do it again, soon?” His grip tightened on you as he let out a small chuckle.

“Sweetheart, we can do it whenever you want. All you have to do is say the word.” He promised.

“I love you so much, Jake.” You whisper, pressing another kiss to his chest with a smile on your lips.

“You have no idea how much I love you, sweetheart.” He said, kissing the top of your head. “You are everything I’ve ever wanted and more.”

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Nezha ♡ A Special Stranger Pt.2

Art drawn by me- I also got more Special Stranger Nezha doodles. c:

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More pre-relationship fluff! MORE!!1!

If peeps like this one, I might do a part 3 cuz I got an idea that even made one of my friends go ":O OMG THAT'S SO CUTE"

♡ Part 1 | ♡ Part 2 | ♡ Part 3

♡ ~ Fluff ~ ♡

"It would be so much more comfortable if I just went around town in my armor", the Lotus Prince complained as he fiddled with the hem of his shirt, seemingly trying to stretch it out to make it longer. He didn't particularly enjoy how it was designed to stop barely halfway down his midsection. The celestial proceeded to place his cap back on his head to complete the outfit. Meanwhile, Wukong adjusted some sunglasses on his nose.

"Chill out, Nezha. You and I both know that it's best if we don't reveal ourselves. Besides, who knows? Maybe your new look will be even more eye candy for them~", the now 'disguised' Monkey King hinted as he wiggled his eyebrows at the celestial. Who, in response, blushed in embarrassment and angrily looked away. The monkey laughed in return.

The Lotus Prince groaned as he dragged one hand down his face in frustration. Why, out of all the beings that could help him find you again, did destiny give him Sun Wukong as assistant. He personally would've even preferred the Demon Bull King's son as search partner. At least he wouldn't be teasing him over every little thing that could start a relationship with you. The fact that Wukong's 'disguise' was literally just a hoodie with a sunglasses didn't make him feel any more at ease.

Not only that, but he now felt bound to this mission of finding you. Of course, he should be actively protecting the Celestial Realm and its items right about now. But on the other hand... If the Monkey King did find you with his cap, then proceed to tease him more behind his back in front of you... He would never hear the end of it.

Speaking of the literal demon, the Monkey King lead him around the streets of Megapolis, sniffing the air occasionally. Nezha raised an eyebrow at his behavior, "Wukong, what are you doing?"

"Trying to pick up their scent. I was able to faintly smell it around the café we walked past earlier. They most likely were here today, so we're getting closer", the hooded simian responded casually.

"...How do you have their scent?"

"The hat they gave you, dum-dum. It still has their scent on it with how long it must've been rotting away in their bag." He then turned back around and proceeded to sniff the air again, but this time Nezha noticed his tail flicking upward. He glanced over at a nearby building, then turned back around to face his friend with a proud smirk. "How about we split up. You'll check the library over there and I'll check the other store. Good luck!" And with that, the Monkey King jogged into the store next to the building he glanced at previously. Once again leaving the Lotus Prince behind to his own thoughts. Nezha blinked in confusion, baffled at the monkey's sudden change of plans. 'Rude', he thought.

Though, splitting up could also serve as a benefit for him to calm his nerves and think about what do say if he did find you. Honestly, he did find you endearing, but he didn't even think about having you as potential romantic partner until Wukong pointed out the synergy you two could have. If he had run into you a second time on accident without ever speaking to Wukong, then he would've only viewed you as potential friend. But now he couldn't remove the thought from his brain and couldn't stop his imagination from running wild. The disguised Prince huffed at Wukong's sudden disappearance, but decided to follow his suggestion and entered the library with his hands in his vest's pockets. As expected, he couldn't spot anything or anyone out of the ordinary. Why would Sun Wukong insist on looking for you in a library.

To be honest, looking for you in here would be pointless. Instead he decided to browse through the bookshelves for anything that might pique his interest. Even if it was just to get a mental break from the search. He wasn't a fan of many books, so finding one he would genuinely enjoy might prove itself as difficult. However, that's when he spotted the Ancient Myths Section. Also known as the library's corner with a bunch of tales about past and present deities, ancient evils, mystical relics, legends, most feared demons, and more. Now here is where he might find something interesting.

And find something he did. In fact, he did already somewhat expect to see himself featured in one of the books he was skimming through. His pages were filled with old depictions of how people roughly remembered his looks whenever he showed up in the Mortal Realm. Besides some mistakes in the detailing, the artist(s) got his past and present looks down pretty accurately. Even his biography was correct for the most part.

"Excuse me, are you done reading that book?"

He froze.

That... familiar voice.

Slowly turning around, he came face-to-face with you. The human him and his companion were looking for. Apparently you were just as surprised as he was, judging by your eyes widening once you recognized his face.

"Wait... Nezha??"

"(Y/N)- Wh- Uh... What brings you here?" He laughed nervously at how awkward this encounter started, practically slamming the book he was holding shut.

You placed one hand on your hip while your other hand was holding onto a different book by your side. "I could ask you the same thing- I didn't know you live in Megapolis too!"

"Well I, uh, don't live here actually... But I do come to the city from time to time to visit friends." That wasn't exactly a lie. Though, by 'from time to time to visit friends', he actually meant 'whenever Sun Wukong is pulling potentially dangerous stunts'. But you didn't need to know that. "And I just felt like looking through the books here today. The... friend I was with kind of, sort of, left to somewhere else without me."

You gave him a relieved smile, "At least that means you're not a stalker. I was already starting to worry!"

"Haha, yeah!" He laughed nervously. Now that he thought about it, him and Wukong actively looking for you with the monkey sniffing the air to find you did give off stalker vibes.

Eyeing his arguably handsome appearance, you noticed the cap that still read '(Y/N)'s Special Stranger' on his head. "Oh! I honestly didn't think you would keep the cap."

"Like you said, it's a souvenir... a memory. And I don't like getting rid of memories", he stated proudly at your flattered expression as he lowered the front of his cap, trying to hide his own faint blush.

You hummed, glancing at the book he was holding. "Anyway, my question still stands. Are you done reading? I noticed you were skimming through 'Celestial Warriors'. And I just finished reading through the previous volume." Holding up your book, you raised an eyebrow at him.

Nezha shook his head, "You can read it. I was merely looking at the pictures." He then handed you the book. However, after comparing the cover art of the two books you were now holding, you held out the book you were previously reading.

"If you want, you can look through the one I just finished reading. It's mainly about ancient relics from the Celestial Realm, but it also features celestial architectures and divine structures found in the Mortal Realm", you suggested.

The disguised Lotus Prince gave you a surprised look before accepting the offer. Looking at the cover art, he noted that it did feature parts of the Celestial Realm's layout, as well as where certain relics seemed to be located. Either a human managed to actually go there and drew those or a fellow celestial being told humans about the most obvious parts of the layout. Perhaps the celestial even drew it themselves. "Ah, thank you."

You then were reminded of something. "Oh, yeah! Before I forget again! Something I didn't even think about when we first met was your name-"

Nezha's expression suddenly became nervous once more.

"Your parents really must be into the history of the Celestial Realm too. I knew your name was familiar somehow, but I didn't even recognize it as the name of the Third Lotus Prince until I got home! It must be amazing sharing the same name as a god." You commented sheepishly, scratching your cheek. He would most certainly be fucked if he told you how he actually was the god you were talking about. Thus, he decided to play along.

"...Yeah, I guess... Though, I'm also grateful for my name. It already puts fear and respect onto others before I even need to bring justice", he replied. You looked at him in confusion before your eyes widened.

You gasped, "Oh right! You're a guard!" He huffed with a small smile, feeling flattered that you remembered. "What are you guarding actually? If I'm, well, allowed to ask... that is."

He glanced down at the book featuring various ancient relics and buildings found within the Celestial Realm. Nezha averted his gaze towards some humans sittings at a nearby table, avoiding eye contact with you. "It's confidential. I'm sorry."

You waved your free hand dismissively. "Oh no, I should be the one apologizing for asking."

"But you were simply asking", he retorted, now holding a firm gaze on your own eyes.

"Yes, but it's something you're not allowed to answer."

"That still doesn't warrant an apology from you."

"Neither does you doing your job and keeping it a secret per contract."

...

Small laughter broke out between the two of you at the intensity of this 'argument'.

You gave him a wholehearted smile. "Well, do you want to go sit somewhere? We got tables around the library, otherwise we could also chill outside. Just so we don't have to stand the entire time."

"I'd say let's stay inside", the disguised Lotus Prince responded. Mainly due to the fact that Sun Wukong was still out there and would most definitely intervene, making things a lot more awkward than they need to be. You lead him over to an unoccupied table, placing your book in front of you as you two sat down.

Almost an hour of talking passed by when you decided that it was time to part ways once more. However, instead of a souvenir, you handed him a folded pieces of paper with your number instead.

"Feel free to hit me up whenever. Work tends to get so boring that I usually text people", you confessed with a sheepish smile. Nezha was surprised, to say the least. He now had an official way to contact you.

He hummed in amusement, "Talking to others while working? Unbelievable." You snorted at the irony. If he actually was as busy as he claimed to be, he would not even consider adding your number.

"Hope I get to talk to you again, my dear special stranger... I guess we're not exactly strangers anymore, huh", you commented as you stood up from your seat, clutching your book close to your chest. "Do I have to start referring to you as special acquaintance?"

He crossed his arms as he leaned back into his seat with a grin. "I'd rather be seen as special friend."

Rolling your eyes with your own little smile, you started turning away from him while waving. "See you another time then, my dear special friend." You then let out a quiet laugh before leaving to put your book away. Nezha didn't say anything and instead opted to simply waving back while smiling. He may not have been able to see himself, but a certain someone did see his lovestruck gaze lingering on your exiting form.

Once you were out of sight, he suddenly felt a strong presence sit down next to him. Turning to his side, he immediately glared when he noticed the colors of Sun Wukong's hoodie. "So", the Monkey King started as he munched on a peach. If it was a normal one was up for debate, and that only annoyed Nezha even more. "How wash youw dade?"

"That was not a date, Sun Wukong. You set us up", the Lotus Prince hissed out quietly as to not disturb the mortals around him.

"Aha." He took another bite. "Youw conwershashion 'nd genewaw chemishty shays oderwise, bud." He swallowed the piece and sighed. "Also, I didn't set you up, we were trying to look for them anyway. I just helped the mood by removing myself from the situation~"

Nezha's glare only hardened at the disrespect Wukong brought in as usual by simply eating a snack. "...You're not allowed to eat in a library", he commented, to which the simian shrugged. Instead of putting the peach away, he decided to practically swallow it whole in one bite. His friend gave him a look that was a mix of him feeling offended and disturbed, but he eventually put his hands in his pockets and stood up. "While I do appreciate your help, I believe I already used up enough of my time. Now I shall return to my duties. I'll try to get in contact with them later."

"Actually, I saw them hand you a note. Did they already give you their address?" Wukong asked, leaning his head back onto the chair with his eyes closed.

The Lotus Prince looked down at the neatly folded paper between his fingers. "No, of course not. Though, they did give me their number-" He froze at the realization. "Wait- I don't have a phone- How am I supposed to... Fuck, I didn't think this through..." His voice got suddenly really quiet towards the end as he cursed under his breath.

The monkey picked up on it however and whistled, opening one eye to look at the prince, smirking. "Wow, I haven't heard you curse in a long while. Guess making this all go as smoothly as possible actually matters to you, huh~?" There goes his teasing again. Grumbling to himself in annoyance, Nezha returned his own book and made his way out of the library. And as expected, Wukong followed close by.

"Ahem. You know, I can ask my successor for help to get you a phone. And all I'm asking for is a favor for later", the Monkey King grinned as both of them arrived at a rather unpopulated area. The Lotus Prince turned to him with an unamused expression.

"I refuse to hand out favors regarding you getting a free ticket to steal from the Celestial Realm."

"Ouch, you wound me. Do you really think that low of me over what I would use the favor for?

"Yes. Very much so."

"Aw, c'mon Nezha! We can talk about this! ...Why are you going faster- Wh- Hey! Wait up!"

And thus, their return to the Celestial Realm was filled with a lot of whining and a lot of 'No's.

However, a compromise was eventually made.

> Masterlist <

#lmk x reader #nezha x reader #lego monkie kid x reader #special stranger nezha #lego monkie kid #fluff #nezha #ne zha #ne zha x reader #nezha fanart #lmk nezha

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kelly-clickspring · 4 months

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I always forget how fun it is to paint space! Astrophel here is basically a living nebula, and I've never drawn him as such (I've done humanoid projections, but never actually explored this idea where he's more than a hallucinatory avatar). I couldn't not write a little scene to go with this, so read a short, fun little snippet under the cut!

As the ship helplessly drifts into the gravity well of the collapsing star, the captain and crew hold each other. Crying out goodbyes as the plating of the hull begins to singe: heat and radiation finally breaching the shields. Until suddenly, the relentless pull of the star ceases, as if it were gone. The ship lurches to a complete halt, leaving every crew member breathless and confounded in their expectation of death.

“Oh my stars: brand new space explorers! I’m so glad I, uh, happened to be in the neighborhood. Can’t let this little incident stop you short of the stars,” the voice is everywhere at once, but comes from no one. The tones are ethereal and smooth as velvet, suggesting peace but giving unease as it somehow consumes all other sound to clearly resound in each crew person’s brain.

The bridge crew sits awestruck as the fiery storm ahead of them suddenly disappears into a haze of green dust, and as if by magic, the ship materializes well outside the clutches of the powerful gravity well which nearly crushed them all into fiery oblivion. The captain’s cat-like ears bristle as they take a fiery jaunt around the bridge, searching for some source of this bizarre trickery on hundreds of monitors and feeds while the crew struggle to collect themselves. Some machinery is fried, the rest babbles garbled data which doesn't make a lick of sense. Where is the ship, the satellite, anything? They're in some cloud of unidentifiable substance drifting through space, full of strange, fluctuating energy signatures that baffle the sensors.

“SHOW YOURSELF!” The captain demands.

“My, aren’t we brave? Giving orders to an extraterrestrial who is, well, a lot taller than you, and can project thoughts directly into your little brain is a bold move captain.”

The furry creature’s jaw drops at the banter. Flustered, they resume their captainly facade with a huff. “Where is your ship? Where are you? And what is this nonsense?”

“Peek-a-boo!” The voice prods with a mirthful tone, giggling at the captain’s serious insistence.

The entire bridge crew is slammed dumbstruck at the sight that emerges from the darkness of space. The dust parts into what is the most massive eyeball any crew member has ever laid eyes on: big as the entire bridge and playfully glancing through the heavy composite view port right in front of the captain’s now stock stiff form. It's a gorgeous verdant green that glows softly, casting the bridge in otherworldly luminescence. Every crew member’s jaw is agape, and their rapidly beating hearts feel like they’ve sunken to their stomachs. In an incongruously smooth and gentle motion, the eye recedes to reveal an entire massive face, apparently made of celestial stone that softly glitters in the light from the now distant star. They’re literally in the hands of this creature: held up like tiny a toy and completely helpless. The glittering face shifts into a disgruntled expression.

“Come now, you don’t get to be afraid after I saved you from certain doom. If I wanted you all hurt I’d have just left you to your own devices, that star could have chewed you up perfectly well if I hadn’t intervened,” the massive creature teases, it's mouth not moving at all as it speaks.

The crew loosens up ever so slightly until the massive face cracks into a playful grin, revealing astronomically large teeth like the beak of a squid. Imposing towers of stone that could pierce the hull as though it were made of bread. The sinking of dread is overturned abruptly as a soft tickle of euphoria wraps around each crew member’s consciousness. Not enough to challenge their lucidity, but calming their nerves like the beginning of an alcohol fueled buzz.

“Gracious, I’m the first new life form you all have met if all your projected thoughts aren’t confused. Let’s skip the frightfulness, it makes me feel ill. I will make you feel better so we can have a pleasant chat,” The creature gives a playful wink. “I am Astrophel. Promise I won’t tell anyone about your little debacle, and you can test your instruments on me if you’d like! You can relax now, you’re out of harm's way. I’ll keep you safe until you’ve done necessary repairs and can get back on your way. We’ll be fast friends, and that’s exactly how I like it!”

#giant/tiny #g/t #original character #astrophel #small artist #digital drawing #oc art #g/t fluff #Clickspring Art

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haleigh-sloth · 10 months

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If we can condemn meneta for all of his gross SA and nonconsensual touching then why romanticize toga assaulting ochako? I'm all for togachako rep and gay pining but toga constantly assaults her and has since the beginning and it's specifically read as sexual. So idk how I feel about the double standard of guys assaulting = nasty but girls assaulting = gay happy pride 🏳️‍🌈

When has she assaulted her in a sexual way, ever. Like seriously point it out within the events of the manga, when has this happened.

Toga "assaulting her" is no different than Tomura getting up in Deku's space at the mall. It's an invasion of space. Now if you mean getting physically violent then man, lots of people are being assaulted in this manga. Oh wait, yeah they are. Wild.

I understand that Toga can be read as an allegory for being a suppressed queer person given that she is canonically bi, went through quirk counseling etc. But if we're talking legitimate literal storytelling, she is not that. She is an issue of having to suppress her expressiveness in general because she was born with a societally unacceptable feature ingrained into her. If you're choosing to read everything as literally sexual, that's a you problem.

How Hori draws them--this is where I feel common sense comes in. The author is a freak. He draws weird shit, on multiple occasions he does. It's not new. This is clearly a case of a situation that isn't inherently sexual at all (because, quite literally, it's not) made sexual because the author is a freak. Now, if you actually think this is a situation where Toga is seeking sexual gratification from this, well, jesus christ idk what to tell you that's just your problem because that's not what's happening.

Comparing her to Mineta who is like outright a sexual pervert when her story isn't literally actually about that is just silly and unproductive. And has no grounds because Toga has not ACTUALLY DONE ANYTHING IN CANON that the other villains have not done. They've all violated people via getting physical with them--violent, not sexual.

Now look, the image is absurd because it doesn't NEED TO BE THIS WAY. No Toga's hand didn't need to be drawn on her tit and there didn't need to be a close up of it. But technically and literally speaking, this isn't a sexual situation in canon. They're fighting and Toga is obviously making a move of some sort to further her fight.

Now when you say "Toga assaults her repeatedly", I'm assuming you mean in a sexual way---well that hasn't fucking happened at least once. However we can all agree that he drew Toga and Ochacko in a sketch ONCE where Toga was infringing on her space like, you know, non-consensually. Sorry but any other artwork I can think of with the two of them is either depicting them FIGHTING EACH OTHER or that one where they're like holding each other and it's obviously meant to be fan-service-y, but not the same energy of that one sketch.

I can agree that the panel is just not preferred like....it's unnecessary and clearly meant for the author's own enjoyment and whoever else will like it. But to call this a literal sexual assault I just do not agree with because the intention behind what's happening is just not that. I don't agree with you and honestly I'm not gonna get into this anymore. I respect your discomfort 100% but that's the extent of my agreement with you I'm sorry.

#bnha spoilers #anonymous #bnha 392

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langdhon · 1 year

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Aight, I'm going to address this once because unlike Andy, who blocked and moved on from the nasty anons they received on @ravenskeeper for months now [as they reluctantly told me today], I'm still seething. Since the anons were very targeted at our ship, I'm sure this pathetic person at least lurks on my blog. If not following me. You, whoever you are, had no right to spam Andy with shit like 'they'd hold me hostage for the ship', or 'that I shipped with them out of pity'. And you don't even come to me, not once, of course shitting on the female OC instead of the male canon, huh? If you're bitter because you wanted to ship with me but it didn't work out for some reason, it's between me and you. You keep my partners out of this and grow some fcking spine.

Given that cowardice alone, plus the mindset you revealed in those messages, I'm not surprised we don't ship lol Everyone here knows I'm not singleship, I have a handful of ships all of which have their own dynamic. So how is Andy holding me hostage? Do you think I can't be straightforward with not wanting to write things? I definitely am. I'm not afraid of anyone here. But of course you think it's so smart to attack the one you're jealous of, hopefully drive them off tumblr so you can feed into your delusion it'll increase any chances for you. Thing is, I'm usually a very laid back and forgiving person, but I'm also extremely spiteful. On the off chance that Andy had dropped Alice, I'd have kept incorporating her into my portrayal. Michael would still be with her, I'm not above even writing her as NPC in threads if I'd get Andy's permission, just so your sorry ass feels literally haunted by the oh so shitty OC who you think steals your spotlight.

Andy and I vibe. We didn't expect this storyline to evolve in that direction and they assured me that when Alice first expressed her love for Michael, it by no means has to meet reciprocation. They even were excited for the angst a one-sided crush would provide!

And you also claimed it's impossible that one like Alice could get Michael to fall in love with her. Do you even realize how ridiculous that sounds, given what kind of character I write? If anything, it's a miracle Michael got someone to love him the way she does! Also shows you only care about dick because I mentioned in my headcanons that he's drawn to broken people, which she is one btw. Not to mention to say such a disgusting thing about a perfectly human, relatable character who is traumatized af and still keeps fighting. You say that people who suffer from the effects of child abuse are unloveable. Whoever you are, you dun fuked up big time.

I won’t ever put that much time into something I don't wholeheartedly love and support. And if you're so mad about Andy allegedly hogging my muse, maybe you should put the effort you put into that hate into stepping up your roleplaying game instead. Andy has absolutely no fault. They're here to have fun. I'm here to have fun, our enthusiasm matches and we dig the longterm, deep shit. Which is rare to find here as is.

You, however, need help. Oh btw, I was the one who inspired Andy to give Alice her own blog; maybe I'm holding them hostage? I'm not, but you wouldn't say that anyway because male canon muse writers can do no wrong ever, right? People like you, who are so obsessed with shipping fantasies that you have to ruin another’s fun, are the reason I got so darn picky.

That's all. I'm just shipping Alice and Michael even harder now, which I didn't know was possible.

#🦂𝙎𝙔𝙈𝙋𝘼𝙏𝙃𝙔 𝙁𝙊𝙍 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝘿𝙀𝙑𝙄𝙇 // ava.#idk how to tag this but I had to do this #drama tw #?#I don’t consider it such but since idk who it was I have to toss it in the open sorry #neg /#tbd

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alpacinosgf · 2 years

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A SFW Alphabet for Oz?

Oz Cobbeplot SFW ABCs

A - Attractive (What do they find most attractive in a person and about you?)

Oz is naturally big on loyalty, given his line of work. If you can hold your own in a confrontation, or keep your cards close to your chest he'll obsess over it and think you're made for each other.

B - Baby (Do they want a family? Why/Why Not? How big?)

I go back and forth on this, I think oz in his younger days would have thought his world was ending if he had a kid. How the fuck would he work? It's extra pressure to make steady money to put away, and something that could potentially be used against him god forbid. Now? Oz is a little more sentimental about things. Hes long past the age his father was when he had him, and every time he looks in the mirror he does get a slight shock at the face of his father looking back at him. If it were to happen and you wanted it, he'd be secretly delighted about it for his own sense of connection to his parents and the very idea someone could want a future and a child with him of all people but there's never going to be any pressure either way. Though you can expect the odd throwaway comment about how good you'd look pregnant. He maintains you'd be one of those people that glows. As for size of his family, Oz would prefer maybe 3 or 4 in an ideal world where he was retired and younger and get to spend as much time with them as possible. Real househusbands of Gotham?

C - Cuddle (Do they like to cuddle? How do they like to cuddle most?)

LIVES to cuddle. Any time you're woken up by sirens outside your window and you don't have him stuck to your side, heavy forearm over your stomach you're almost offended. Even if he's completely drunk, feeling hungover, sick, etc. he thrives off the physical connection to you. It soothes him to no end. When he's working late into the morning at the Lounge you have to admit feeling lonely in bed, he takes up so much space literally that it feels almost wrong not to have him there.

D - Date (Ideal date?)

Home cooked meal, good wine and some old cheesy rat pack tunes on his record player at the penthouse. He'll have the curtains drawn, candles everywhere and you waited on hand and foot. Oz loves to cook, he never gets a chance to anymore with how much he's away from the house but any time he can show off a little he jumps at the chance. And for you? It's all he wants, to serve you and keep you entertained and full. It very much plays into the acts of service he loves to do for you. So don't expect to help with the plates or cleaning, and god forbid you top up your own drink.

E - Energetic (How energetic are they?)

As young as you make him feel, he's still a middle aged man at the end of the day. So don't expect any dates around town, meandering the streets and taking the day in your stride. With his bad leg, and his line of business he prefers to plan things out in advance so he knows what he can cope with in terms of pain management but its nothing that's ever bothered you. You don't even think about it now.

F - Fight (How are they in a fight?)

There's a reason Oz's face is marred by scars and there's a part of him that kind of enjoys the attention he gets from them, so people know he's still dangerous even as he's gotten older and heavier. Very much enjoys a fist fight, and has knocked out countless fools with one strong punch to the jaw

G - Gifts (How do they feel about gifts? How do they give them?)

As much as he loved to give gifts, he gets a little surprised by being given any. Even in terms of the girls at the Lounge when they pool money together to get him a new watch or chain he's over the moon and a little emotional that they took the care to get him anything at all. If you got him something he's had his eye on for a while, or just mentioned in passing he'd always wanted a specific thing as a kid or a teenager you can expect a very teary eyed oz covering you in kisses. Oz likes to be a little understated in gift giving if that makes sense, he could buy you something ridiculously expensive but would present it to you on your own. He knows you don't like all that attention when people are around so he saves it for later when you're home. He's also prone to sending little things to your job, like your favourite lunch spot food when you mention you're busy and has even sent stuff to your building. The doorman letting you know another package from Oz arrived.

H - Honesty (How honest are they? Do they keep secrets?)

Honest to a point. At the beginning he'd rather keep you in the dark as much as possible for your own safety but as things progress, he realises how good it feels to talk about things even in a vague way is better than nothing. Sometimes he lets it out in bed, speaking lowly half into the pillows and to you just to get it off his chest. You don't need to say anything but he appreciates it immensely if you rub small circles into his back as he does so.

I - Injury (How do they react if you get injured?)

Bloodthirsty is the only word for it. Whether it's from a stupid accident or someone else to blame (even innocently) he's on the offence. He completely babies you if you're laid up in bed with a broken ankle or anything of the sort. Even if you were to be mugged, and just a little shook up about it Oz does everything from combing the streets to asking crooked cops for cctv, witnesses and suspect lists if it means he can take it out on the one responsible. As quick to anger as he is, Oz would take his time dealing the punishment. Putting his full weight on their shins, bashing kneecaps in with a crowbar, etc

J - Jealousy (Are they the jealous type? How do they deal with it?)

He's definitely the jealous type. But not in the way you might think, as insecure as he is he knows deep down you'd never cheat on him and he has to remind himself that. He's jealous when other men eye at you in the lounge, vying for your attention and thinking they can disregard him entirely. His age, weight and limp are always at the forefront of his mind. That's what irritates him most, so you can forgive him for being a little handsier when men want to try flirt with you, besides you like him a little jealous. He's somehow even more passionate later on when you're alone 👀

K - Kiss (Their favorite way to kiss you?)

Loves to pull you in by the back of your neck, and planting a searing kiss on your lips when you least expect. It makes him feel young again when he feels your sharp intake of breath and the way you move into it. Very much this gif from the north water 💜💜💜

L - Love Confession (How did they confess their love?)

In the heat of the moment in bed, he'd been thinking it to himself for a while but was a little hesitant to admit it out loud for fear you might recoil from the words. When his mind goes blank it starts to spill out, we all know Oz loves to talk so it's no surprise he blurts it out first

M - Mean (What are they like when they’re mean? Is it common?)

Never mean to you, other people? Sure. Anybody irritating or disrespectful is fair game but he couldn't ever be mean to you, even if you're only playing. He probably could have been snarkier if he was with you when he was young but at his age, with everything that's happened to him he knows when to keep quiet and to bite his tongue. He can tease you perfectly fine but don't expect it to be ongoing, even a little comment that slips out is going to plague his mind and he'll feel guilty about it even if it never bothered you. He's too soft to put any real effort into it.

N - Nicknames (Do they have nicknames for you? What are their favorites for them?)

Loves nicknames!!! So much so it's almost strange for him to use your own. It's always something playful. Honey, doll, sweetheart, babe, bella/bello, etc.

O - Open (How long did it take for them to open up to you?)

A long time. Several dates in it's like he finally twigs that you care about him and its like he's got a new lease of life with you. He feels a little giddy truth be told.

P - Proposal (How would they propose? Would they propose at all?)

Definitely would. Wouldn't be a grand proposal he knows your distaste for them, so he'd plan a home cooked meal or rent out the place of your first date entirely for the two of you. No staff or onlookers to gawk at the two of you. He's very much nervous about getting on one knee, both metaphorically and literally so it means even more for him to push his pain threshold that bit farther to give you a proper proposal like you deserve. He's a romantic at heart and would get great satisfaction from planning it all. He'd maybe ask the girls at the Lounge for their input and they're all sworn to secrecy but they're too excited amongst themselves to even think about blabbing to you when they see you next.

Q - Quiet (What are quiet moments like with them?)

Easy. If you're unwell or feel like taking a quiet day he's happy to comply. Whatever you feel like doing is perfect for him. He'll drag out some plush blankets for you to cuddle under on the couch, he'll light the fire and get you whatever you feel like eating or drinking. There's few words said, even then they're whispered into your hair when he holds you. Enjoying the peace as you watch some mindless TV, his fingers tracing circles on your arm.

R - Rainy Day (What are they like in the rain?)

He's well used to the rain, growing up in Gotham it's unusual for the place to be anything but gloomy with rain drifting down. He's maybe a little nostalgic when it rains, thinking of all the times he's been sat in cars waiting for Salvatore Maroni to be finished a deal, or when he was a child watching the rain pour down from the cracks in the ceiling of his overcrowded and deteriorating building.

S - Sad (How do they handle their sadness? How do they react to yours?)

Very quiet when he's in a somber mood. More likely to self isolate and wallow for a while until he feels up to seeing you and being seen by you. Sometimes it's easy to pull him out of it, with the right words and soft touches but you know that he needs his own space at times so you offer it, letting him know he can speak as freely or as little as he feels when he's ready.

T - Time (How long did it take for you to get together?)

Kind of quickly, he was a little tipsy when he first approached you. Emboldened by the booze in his system when you caught his eye. He's grateful for having had that extra drink that night, he would have been too in his own head otherwise to even look in your direction.

U - Unique (What’s an interesting thing about them that not a lot of people know about?)

Likes to try things purely because you recommend them, new food, new show, new book, etc he’s going to try it on his own. It’s a way for him to feel closer to you and appreciate your perspective on things.

V - Value (What are some of the things they value most in life? value most about you?)

He values personal time above all else, if he can’t spend one on one time with you he’ll be in a bad mood in work for the week and everybody is on the receiving end of it. It’s best for everyone if you get to be together a couple times a week.

W - Wildcard (random fluff headcanon)

Really enjoys being little spoon, but never asks for it. You have to pick it up from the way he’s acting, and if he turns away from you in bed it’s not because he wants to be alone or not touch you he wants you to latch onto him and make him feel wanted. It’s funny but you holding onto his larger frame in the bed actually makes him feel a little safer, emotionally.

X - XO (Are they affectionate with hugs and kisses? If not, are they in other ways?)

Very, very affectionate. Might have been a little stiff in the beginning with affection but now, anytime you stop by the club after work he gives you a deep kiss hello, hand deadset on staying above your ass for the rest of the night. He does like to show off, after all. When he’s feeling more comfortable with you he’ll kiss you heartily in whatever situation you’re in. Glad to feel some affection for once in his life.

Y - Yearn (How do they deal with yearning?)

Oz doesn’t deal with it well. He’s spent so long on his own that when he does feel the need to be close to you, he can’t wait till he gets home - he’ll either call you to tell you how he’s feeling and you come down if you can - or he leaves early. Much to the irritation of Falcone.

Z - Zen (What makes them calm?)

Physical touch makes him the calmest. A little shoulder rub often leads to a full massage of his wide back and he melts into the mattress when you work at his strained muscles. He hasn’t been touched so gently in so long, that he’s liable to get a little emotional when you touch him like that. He mightn’t admit how he appreciates it, but you know him well enough to see the appreciation in his noises and sighs.

#oz cobblepot #oz cobblepot x reader #oswald cobblepot x reader #oswald cobblepot #apologies to this anon i finally finished it!!

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terrence-silver · 2 years

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For kinktober what about Terry + sex while high? Since he was apparently a huge coke fiend in the 80s according to the show I thought this prompt would fit him well lol. Also, do you think he would ever snort coke off of beloved?

Oh, yeah, he would snort coke off of beloved.

Off of their chest. Their ass.

Their legs. Their fingers. Their back. Their thighs. (The length of their cock, or that soft place where beloved's pussy meets the lower end of their belly) They're his own, personal powder tray, in effect --- and yes, it is sexual. It is territorial. It is his own, weird, chaotic brand of intimate. A very strange showcasing of trust where he is allowing beloved to see him under the influence of anything, and all the after-effects and burnout the comes afterwards. It has shades of the erotic for him. It is just as raunchy and typically decadent and 80's as it sounds.

Really, not limited to just cocaine either.

Placing an ashtray on the outline of beloved's naked spine as he smokes a cigar in bed? Maybe on their head or derriere as they kneel down, or having them balance it in their hands for him if we want to add the aspect of living furniture into this, which is another kink Terry relishes in? Heck, yeah! He'd do that. When he is out to dish out pain, discipline and punishment he might just douse the hot, residue tobacco ash into the palm of their hand or on their tongue. Maybe, blowing weed smoke into beloved's mouth through a kiss to get them high via the contact, or merely into their face to tease them and watch them erupt into a fit of coughing and feed the lecherous sadist in himself? Pouring some expensive liquor or champagne unto their body and licking it off of them or pouring it on his own and having them worship him, even though that verges into food-play? Maybe having them drink that same champagne out of his shoe because he's the master here and they should feel grateful for the honor? If Terry ever had a penchant for any other vices, substances or narcotics, which is highly possible, I can imagine him drawing patterns in the various pills he'd consume for a single session like mosaics drawn out on beloved's naked body as he'd take them in, one by one, lapping them off with his tongue playfully, off of beloved's nipples, an ecstasy pill out of beloved's belly button. One, inside of the hollow where the collarbone meets the neck. One, safely guarded for him on beloved's perched out tongue, awaiting him, in the midst of all this nudity. Occasionally, he finds himself writing out his name like this, or perhaps, his initials. Yet, beloved never consumes drugs themselves. Beloved is never under the influence of anything stronger than perhaps weed or the basic drunkenness that comes from getting tipsy on some expensive Martini. I can see Terry simply prohibiting it. Why? Because a control freak narcissist would find it hard to contend with his love being addicted to anything more than they're addicted to him. Craving anything more than him. Simply put, Terry would get jealous of the mere concept of beloved's attachment to narcotics. It is difficult to compete with the Mad Hatter one hallucinates when one's under the influence and Terry doesn't share like that, not even with illusory phantoms. But, rather beloved's only just a vessel through which Terry himself gets high. Or rather, high on. He likes to envision that he is getting spiked off of beloved themselves as well as the crack and he might even say it in an odd bout of very bizarre romance --- but this is just the beginning. Just the foreplay.

He is not just a coke-fiend. He's a sex-fiend too.

Especially when the mania, excess euphoria and all that energy kicks in.

He would literally be capable of fucking several times a day.

And just as much at night.

#terry silver #kk3 #cobra kai #tw; drug abuse #tw; addiction #80's terry silver #terry silver x reader #terry silver x beloved #kinktober

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feels like there's oceans between you and me

chapter 7 - 5x07 || i wanna tell you but i’m terrified – oh, i wish i was worth you

A few days go by – or is it weeks… he doesn’t know; time has lost all meaning recently – and he is once again reminded that Aaron actually is a pretty solid gofer. He’s no Lucy, that’s for sure. But he’s good. He knows not to talk about personal stuff (too much) in the shop, but they’ve still created their own kind of banter over the last few months anyway. He does all the paperwork without any obvious mistakes, handles himself well in any situation.

Until he gets a puppy and Harper and Lopez catch a case with a female gang that ties back to said human puppy. And of course, it’s also the case that has Lucy going undercover to try and figure out who pulled the trigger and killed their victim.

He knows she can handle herself, but of course he still worries. He’s only recently admitted to himself that he fell in love with her. Having to pretend not to care is pretty much impossible. Which is probably why Aaron calls him out, accusing him of only caring about Lucy and her career, no matter the consequences. He knows that’s not true. He would never put anyone in danger if he can prevent it. But they can’t pull the boy out just yet without risking blowing Lucy’s cover and putting both of them in danger.

The case goes as well as it can considering the circumstances, right up until Tabin has the gun his sister had given him in his hands. He’s glad that Aaron steps in and stops him from making things worse, but he can’t help the surge of fear when Lucy is suddenly right there. She’d just told them she didn’t want to blow her cover, and yet. Damn it, Lucy.

She shouldn’t have to risk anything here just because he and Aaron were in a little bit of danger. Aaron managed to get the situation under control, and he knows that Lucy didn’t have to back them up. He wants to be mad at her for taking that risk, but he doesn’t. He can’t change it now. All he can do is hope that it won’t come back and bite her in the ass because she’d blown her cover. For him. And Aaron, of course.

They wrap up the case at the station, and then he heads out with Aaron. He just about manages to not stare at Lucy when he walks past her, but it’s hard not to. He’s drawn to her, not much he can do about it. Aaron apologizes for what he’d said during the case, and he can’t be mad at the guy. He was scared for Tabin, and he may have overstepped a little, but it was with good intentions. And he’s not entirely wrong about caring about Lucy. But he’d never knowingly put anyone in danger.

Yeah, so now he knows that Aaron’s figured out that he might have some feelings for Lucy. Some feelings. That’s an understatement if he’s ever heard one, but who cares. Even if Aaron doesn’t know for sure, he definitely at least knows that he’s very protective of her. He can’t just turn that off. He’ll always try to protect her. Even from himself.

He spends that night lying awake in bed for a long time.

A part of him just wants to go to her and tell her that he likes her, that he fell in love with her. But he doesn’t. Because a second later, he remembers basic biology, and how he felt in the parking lot the week before when he was close to just asking her to dinner, or a drink, or something and see what she’d say. Remembers how he promised himself to not tell her because he doesn’t want to jeopardize her happiness.

And he can’t take that rejection again, no matter how much he wants to be with her, how much he wants to find out what they could be. He remembers how much it had hurt to hear her basically say it was all in his head.

And let’s be real. She doesn’t feel that way about him. Never will. Because why would she? She’s literal sunshine, the best person he knows. No way would someone like her ever like someone like him. And even if she did… she deserves so much better than him.

Someone who hadn’t been an ass to her when they first started as rookie and TO, someone who doesn’t have miles of baggage. Someone who’s not a decade older than her. Someone who’s not as broken as he is. Or used to be. Because Lucy put back together his broken heart, piece by piece. It took him way too long to realize it, but she’s the reason he feels more like himself now than he ever has before.

Somehow, she’s the one who understands him best, who cares for and about him like no one ever has before. Then again, that might just be because she’s a very caring person.

It all comes down to a simple fact: he doesn’t know what exactly she’s feeling or thinking. Because as much as they’re slowly finding their way back to something more than colleagues, it still feels like there’s oceans and whole ass mountain ranges between them. Because he’d always thought he was good at reading her, but that had not been the case since Vegas. No, before that. Since their practice kiss.

Is it wrong to sometimes wish he’d never brought that up? Because if he hadn’t, they’d still be friends. They’d still be their bickering, teasing selves. And he wouldn’t be feeling the way he feels. But he did bring it up, and now this is what they’ve got. This is their reality now.

And then he wonders what he’d do if she ever did say anything to him. He’s terrified of bringing it up himself, but he’s pretty sure he’d jump at the chance to be with her if he ever got it. Yeah, he’s scared that it might not work, and there’s always a chance for that. But… he thinks they could make it work because he wants it to work.

He also thinks he’s had this conversation with himself before, but he’s not in charge here anymore. The same thoughts seem to plague his mind on a daily basis now. And all he knows for sure are five things.

One. He’s in love with her.

Two. He wants her to be happy.

Three. She deserves so much better than him.

Four. He will never say anything to her about how he feels because he’s terrified of her rejection.

Five. He’ll go off her cues, follow her lead. If there’s ever any indication, if she wants to talk, he’ll listen. If she wants to give this, them, a shot, he’s ready. Otherwise, he’ll continue to hide his feelings under the surface and try to pretend.

That should be easy enough, right?

(It’s not.)

#chapter 7 #Tim's POV in 5x07 #feels like there's oceans between you and me #mychenfordstories

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17, 33, 34, 38, and 40 for the OCs asks!

-OC Questions- Gonna try to find art for as many as I can to help with putting faces to names.

17. Any OC OTPs?

A handful! Most are from my Elder Scrolls RP days but I'm slowly collecting some DnD ones.

We have the werewolf power couple Indes and Korgul, my wood elf Companion (as in the Companions faction) and her half-orc beau Korgul:

Indes' little sister Nidhel, a healer, and another Companion, Tural:

And I still need to draw them together, but there's the newest pair from our last campaign, Ori and Ranna.

I have other ships out there, but I hate boring people with them because they're either characters that have never interacted with anything outside of my own brain or are completely unofficially and I'm someone who doesn't like to make a fuss or gush over things that only I know or care about on here.

33. Your shyest OC?

This is honestly a bit of a hard one. I have plenty of quiet/introverted characters, but I don't consider most of them as genuinely shy. Most have no problem socializing, even if they do not have a ton to say. Likely either as the result of myself being the same way or because most are RP characters that kind of depend on interactions.

I will say pre-campaign/younger Oriana was definitely in the shy camp, though as a result of being uncertain and scared of her magic rather than her personality. Gaining confidence with that and her fighting skills definitely got her in the previously mentioned "quiet but not shy" category.

I do have one character I can think of that is definitely shy in a literal sense. My witchy-innkeeper, Aubrey, has a member of her staff, Annabelle, who came from a servant background and was not treated very well in her previous job, so as a result she became very shy and anxious. To the point where if she is berated by anyone outside of the rest of the staff, she will either run away or freeze up. Aubrey has her mostly cleaning to help keep her from having to interact with bad customers, but not always foolproof. Everyone's trying to help her, though it's a slow process.

The night sky-themed air genasi I've drawn before (whose working name is Stellara/Stellari maybe) may also end up kinda on the shy side if I ever do get to play her. Mostly because I imagine her as a bit of a hermit who just doesn't do socialization very well in general.

34. Do you have any twin characters?

I do! Jayni, my halfling wizard (previously bard) that was originally made for a short-lived Waterdeep Dragon Heist campaign, has a twin brother named Finn. He was originally taking on an apprenticeship to a tinker in the city, but if the characters ever came back, I'm not sure if I would keep that or have him doing something else.

The art is old and Jayni specifically has strawberry blonde hair now, but Finn still looks mostly the same c:

And technically, though I never did make any official art for them and they would be shared and not just mine, it was decided between me and the other player that Indes and Korgul's first biological kids would be a set of twins (Uram and Taram), so I figure they may count as well.

38. Which one of your OCs would be the best dancer?

Easily Wisteria, the Eladrin glamour bard (who I drew here) that I really wanna play someday. The entire idea behind her was that I wanted a bard that didn't necessarily having singing or instruments as their main "thing" and I wanted an excuse to make a character that would feel natural dressing in very flashy, hanfu-inspired dresses, and she was born out of those two thoughts. Instead of playing an instrument, her magic is triggered by her dancing and her fan, which would act as her arcane focus.

40. Any fond memories linked to your characters? Feel free to share!

If we talked about all of my fond memories with my OCs we would be here forever. I have literally been making OCs and RPing them since the end of middle school/beginning of high school, and I still occasionally lurk around my old stomping grounds to see what old buddies are up to and reminisce on the nostalgia.

For the sake of being relevant to this post and the people I know here, I'm gonna go back to my Elder Scrolls RP days in the shipyard here on tumblr. Some highlights of my time RPing as Indes and Nidhel, as well as a family friend, Vialgo (an Imperial Dawnguard member) include:

The player of Tor-Acr, an Argonian were-croc, asking for a spar RP literally a day before I said I was gonna start looking for threads and sparking Indes' first friendship in that community.

Watching Indes' and Korgul's relationship grow from occasionally butting heads, to genuine friends, to secret feelings for each other, to admitting everything when Korgul was at a low point and sparking honestly one of the best RP romances I have every had the pleasure of being a part of and that made both of our characters better as a whole.

Getting to host a tourney event for the other Companion players and watching everyone get to enjoy it and building closer relationships between the characters.

Vialgo talking down one of his commanders when he almost slipped up and realizing I could actually play a smooth-talking character rather than just the blunt, gruff ones or super sweet, honest ones.

A whole multi-part story where Herryk, another player's Dragonborn character and one of the Companions that Indes is closest to (basically a little brother to her), is almost killed by a dragon and she witnesses him literally fall from the sky when he gets dropped by the dragon. And she plays an integral part in his return and the emotional payoff was just amazing.

Just getting to see my characters get integrated into other people's stories and getting to make even better stories together. I love that about RP so, so much and it's why I love it just as much if not more than just writing things by myself.

#dnd!oriana #dnd!jayni #indes #nidhel

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updated lore (witches, fae, general nymphs, dark nymphs)

witch lore (nanu and guzma)

true witches are sort of a dying breed. the unfortunate reality is that witches tend to be surrounded by bad luck and tragedy strikes them easily. not even they really know why, some rumor that one witch got the whole lot of them cursed but no one can confirm anything.

as a result many have chosen not to have children to break the cycle or have given up their powers entirely (a very painful and irreversible process). that tends to be the main reason for a scarcity of them.

who is and isn’t a witch isn’t common knowledge. 90% of the time you have to be told or witness something.

many of them have unique/family passed down abilities. the ripley line is pretty strong in general because they never really let go of their powers. they’re one of the oldest witch families, however someone did try to end the family line on multiple occasions.

nanu’s special ability is resistance to damage. he is very hard to kill and that magic literally the only reason he’s still alive. he thinks it’s the magic trying to fight back against the “curse” he’s heard so much about.

it was passed on to guzma, who unfortunately is very much aware that he can take a lot of damage and not die.

augustine, as a “human” (witch) had suffered greatly with no clear answers as to why (his mother hand an affair with a witch, who had died not long after his birth. no one ever taught him about being a witch or could help him because no one had any idea.) his power is a limited psychic ability. it allows him to sense and sometimes get visions of future events– but only happy ones. this power was likely triggered from years of despair and desperately needing some reminders that life is worth living, that there are things to look forward to. it reminds him, after tragedy, that good things will come in time.

they have familiars!! certain pokemon are familiars that get drawn to witches by fate!! nanu’s is his persian (morticia) and guzma’s is his golisopod (bernadette)!! (bonus, augustine’s first one is an eevee evolved into a sylveon named enjolras, his second is his garchomp named eponine). the familiars tend to assist as guides to young witches and stay with them to be whatever the person needs– a friend, a sibling, a parental figure.

fae lore (augustine)

fae is a broad term for what generally refers to pokemon and specifically fairy types. very rarely does it apply to humans or what once were humans.

fae can be tricksters, some merely want peace and quiet from humans. it is best to follow any and all known fae rules as to avoid getting mixed up in a trickster’s web of mischief.

deals can be made with fae but for a price. augustine, a child witch at the time, made a deal with xerneas. in exchange for his life being saved he would live to serve xerneas as the pokemon saw fit. he could disobey no order, resistance is met with his body acting on xerneas’ will even if it is against his own. this has only happened twice. he was lucky xerneas doesn’t tend to ask or demand too much of him other than efforts to protect kalos.

augustine has a psychic connection to xerneas, able to speak telepathically. the line opens and closes at the will of the two.

as the one acting for xerneas, and sometimes asked to do the near impossible for even a witch, augustine has acess to some of xerneas’ power. he is able to use the pokemon moves moonblast and draining kiss, though they were weaker as a witch they have full effect as a fae.

he was converted into a fae when lysandre planned to use the weapon. this occurred because he threw himself into the line of danger to try and stop lysandre at any cost-- using far more of xerneas’ energy than safe to to attack lysandre with the intent to kill (xerneas’ orders he willingly followed due to his daughter and the world being in danger). this act of desperation caused the fae energy to fry his cells and residual energy clung to what was left of him. such a thing has never been done before to common knowledge, he’s lucky to be alive, even if now he is a fae.

his appearance has changed-- magial scarring on his hands, patches of colored hair, eyes matching xerneas’ and golden skin discolorations around his eyes. he is able to mask this with magic, but it is draining for long periods of time to do so.

nymph lore (maxie and guzma)

nymphs are a subclass of fae that generally protect whatever they bond to. for example: wood nymph (most common), water nymph (common), and ground nymph (rare). all nymphs are pretty much a blank slate and if they connect to something in nature they take on the features of that thing.

nymphs are able to shift their types (wood to water, etc) but it isn’t a common occurrence. some can even dual type via shifting partially (such as guzma shifting to a dark wood nymph)

wood nymphs can have several abilities, but for guzma specifically being a “half-nymph,” he’s got the ability to heal nature to a degree. one could say he has a green thumb, but it’s absolutely a healing/growing touch. he can’t single handedly repair a wasteland in an instant but he can, with prolonged and repeated care help flora grow or recover from disaster. he often smells floral, just slightly, and it tends to attract pollinating bugs. cutiefly love him.

ground nymphs get more interesting defensive abilities. they can harden their bodies and tend to look like a moving marble sculpture if they use this ability and move. harming them in this state is difficult, especially as they are able to alter their bodies to be as hard as diamonds if they want to.

they aren’t really tricksters by nature. they just kinda. vibe. get along with pokemon.

while some can connect to something broadly speaking (the ground, the ocean), some connect to specific locations (a specific forest, a specific lake). not being able to properly redirect your connection to relocate is severely harmful for the nymph, it causes emotional distress and causes a severe sickness that can last for about a month.

some nymphs have sort of given up due to land development destroying forests and natural areas. they had homes torn down in the name of creating concrete cities, it filled them with despair and resignation. they have, like witches, given up their abilities to become human because they saw no point in being nymphs or making more nymphs when humanity was just going to tear down the natural beauty of the world anyway.

dark nymph lore (piers and marnie)

a new subspecies of nymph. these nymphs are born from nymphs filled with despair about displacement from their homes, bonding with areas that would seem desolate to most other nymphs.

piers and marnie were raised in spikemuth, to river nymphs that lost their home to a new town being built in its place. their parents didn’t want them to go through the same pain so they tried to avoid letting the two get too attached to anything in nature, for a long time only allowing them to roam the streets of the town. attachments were formed to the despair and darkness that hung over the city-- it was home. sad, but home.

dark nymphs sound evil but the name refers to their creation. realistically they were “born into darkness” and want to light it up for others. to provide hope in these dark places and make things better.

rather than healing nature in the traditional sense they want to heal the hearts of those who are struggling, those who live in the shadows. they can easily pull people together and their words and actions can have greater impact than the average person’s. (for example, their songs tend to sway emotions and move people to varying degrees)

#( lore. )#( headcanon. )

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Hey Sei, I have a question. So I’m really mentally confused right now and it’s been like this for a little while. I know I have a strong intuition but yet I have strong urges about some things and they end up being wrong? Sometimes I feel spiritual sometime I feel disconnected, sometimes I think I should forgive a person when they wronged me and sometimes I feel I should cut them off. It’s like a switch that happens randomly and whenever I think about it I get emotionally overwhelmed and sometimes cry for no reason. Sometimes I feel one thing and other times I feel another. I’m usually happy but it’s like I have 2 mindsets. Am I spiritual or not? Is this a spiritual awakening? Is this normal? What is going on?

I am sorry for not giving an immediate answer, I didn't wish for your reply to be rushed.

I will not be making any assumptions or suggestions on your mental health as I do not know your daily life or your story, and I am not a professional as well.

However I would like to try and help you with the rest of your confusion.

So, it is perfectly normal to not be able to tell apart intuition and assumptions since that's what most people mix the two up with.

It happened to me before and I am sure it had happened to many beautiful tarot readers or just spiritual people; if this helps you, Baba Vanga, assumed to be the world's most intuitive person, mixed the two up as well. This caused for half of her prophecies to be incorrect. - many have came true though! - So it's natural, nothing to be ashamed of.

Personally, for me, a way to tell the difference was to write them down. I am not sure if it will help you, but I hope it will.

Assumption; a conclusion drawn by your logic which can be influenced by your personality, interests, life style, the media you consume and your knowledge on the subject at hand.

Intuition; Something you don't question, something you just accept even if you don't understand it.

example one; you channel the message of rosemary, eliza's daughter. she keeps on apologising to her parent. you don't understand why because the aura of the energy is light. you don't question it and you keep going. literally just don't overthink it. minutes later you get a vision of them arguing the day rosemary passed. you move on.

example two; you see a red scarf through a vision, or a spirit guide gives you signs about it. you don't understand why, but you happen to wear a red scarf. days later its cold outside and you remember it. you feel like you should wear it even if you haven't in 10 years. so you go and do that. the scarf prevented you from being sick.

I am not the best with words but I hope that on some level we came to an understanding with this? If not, I would be glad to talk more with you.

That's not the only thing I want to cover though, you did say that at times you feel disconnected with spirituality and sometimes you feel connected. That is something I struggle with as well but hopefully can help you with.

A way you can feel more connected with spirituality is to do the things you love. Listen to music, paint your nails, draw, journal, care for others. Of course, those are examples only. Do what is personal to you, something small that makes you happy and you do only for you. Not for anyone else just to make yourself happy.

Balance out your feminine and masculine side, do shadow work and do light work.

Don't let other people influence you, just be yourself. No one can be you the same way you are. Who else will be you other than you?

Overall just do things that will make you feel at harmony so your mind has enough energy to face the hardships of life. Just don't get drunk in the feeling of being relaxed. I believe life is all about balance.

But please don't be discouraged. I struggle with the same thing, so you can always come to me for help yes? Everyone has their own pace of healing.

Also, you should only ever forgive someone if you think they deserve it, otherwise you never owe anyone anything. A lot of people struggle with being able to figure this one out as they grow, I believe you will be able to have a firm opinion on this when your mind settles.

I am not sure if I was any help or not, but I hope I was. I am not a person of words but please don't feel anxious, you will do well spiritually speaking.

#ask

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I really like Jue, and their armour and colour scheme, and that big hammer. Tell me more about them. I know you said they're a work in progress, but I want to see more photos and hear more.

thank you sm for asking about jue omg! theyre very dear to me since ive had them for a looong long time <3

ive got their story down relatively well, though their personality isnt the most consistent yet and there are a bunch of things here and there i havent really figured out </3

jue basically was disowned by their own family for not being able to use magic like the rest of the family did, and instead turned to become a scientist. but i guess mixing various toxic chemicals, a love for explosions and hatred for the family that one was abandoned by can create an interesting personality, and certainly a lack of morality.

jue is technically of krytan nobility, born as julia flame. the flame family has fire running through their veins, quite literally. theyre a family of pyromancers, controlling the element of fire, some of them even having power over all elements, making them elementalists.

not jue though. they werent born with all that arcane magic (unlike their older sister, whos probably one of the most skilled elementalists of the family), they werent born with... any kind of magical knowlege. no matter how much her family tried to teach fire spells, or any magic for that matter, jue just couldnt do it.

so, the second child of the flame family was forgotten. in secret, jue was given to another "family member", an aunt of jue that had met a similar fate, though instead of not being able to ever learn any magic, she had become a necromancer instead (what a scandal!). jues aunt was bitter towards her former "family", but loving to her new child. violett, their bigger sister, would still visit them in secret, playing with them, bringing expensive gifts. it was a loving relationship between them that would however fade as the two grew older, and violetts visits stopped.

jue may not have inherited the fire magic of her family, but certainly the fascination of flames. jue didnt need magic to play with fire. they became an inventor, engineer, scientist. jue, still under the name of julia at that time, left home at a young age to see more, the grand things tyria had to offer. they were drawn to asura tech, all those floaty cubes with funky colours, flashy alchemy and golems that listened to their owners every word, it drew her in. but shed soon find it to be a bit boring. they needed more kaboom. the charr had that needed kaboom. war machines, tanks, flamethrowers. jue liked the big things.

it was probably in the middle of their big search for more explosives throughout tyria that scarlet began terrorizing the world. oh scarlet. she was crazy, sure, dangerous, absolutely, a danger to the world, yes. jue didnt like all that much her. but they couldnt help but idolize her nonetheless. the descend into madness had started.

"julia" became "jue", to create more distance between them and that damned "family". violett was long forgotten, after all, vi didnt seem to care. jue collected more weapons. favoured was anything that could create explosions, fire, sparkly colourful lights. making elixirs became a great passion of jue, and an even greater passion was testing them on unsuspecting subjects.

but between all that sparkly glitzy alchemy, their trusty hammer remained jues favourite. why? well, because it killed instantly, and it killed properly. there was nothing technical about it. just pure violence. one would wonder how killing because fire and explosions are pretty turned into killing for the sake of killing. who knows. jue certainly doesnt. she doesnt think about that though. they just do what they want, and they just so happen to want to smash peoples skulls. maybe its just fun to do.

after all, to jue, everything is about fun. fire is fun. alchemy is fun. murder is fun!

my hand slipped and now here a post longer than anticipated! i wish i could simply stop talking sometimes.

like many of my characters, i kind of dont know what jue did during more recent events. they do spiral into evilness more and more though, and go so far that even violett snaps out of her little disney villain phase to try and save jue (or save tyria from jue, who knows)

its hard for me to portray them just the way i want: unhinged, not giving a shit about other lives, and obsessed with the beauty of destruction. as long as i havent figured out more about her, i also struggle giving them a proper outfit, which is why they run around in the scientist outfit for now!

some more screens of them! one of these is another old pic from 2017 and the other is the skins theyre wearing rn under that outfit

i do rly want to get back to that pink and blue colour scheme i used to have for her but also im obsessed with the purple hair <3

thank you again for asking and also thank you for reading my brainrot if youve made it this far <3 <3

#dio answers #guild wars 2 #gw2 #dios ocs #gw2 oc #thats a temporary tag until ive figured out what shell go by #demolisher jue

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Existential Magazine’s February Music Roundup

With the month coming to a close, we’re sharing just a handful of our favourite new releases we’ve discovered this February! Sit back, put on our New Music Friday playlist and spend a few minutes enjoying fresh new tunes hand-picked by us.

Isla De Luca - ‘I Already Am One’

The emerging alt-pop artist Isla De Luca is an absolute firecracker on the music scene and somehow she’s only just started, set to dominate with both her bombastic presence and a loud, attitude-filled sound. As she debuted her first single ‘I Already Am One’ earlier this month, Isla fiercely delivers on any expectations that may have been set of her, showing off the undeniable talents she wields in a way that well-exceeds what you’d anticipate from an artists’ first ever release. From pressing play, ‘i already am one’ is in-your-face, channeling angst in a moody core bassline and carried along by clapped beats, thrashing drums and dark electric guitar strums, already leaning out of her pop comfort-zone to intertwine the spirit of Y2K sleaze and pop-rock into a modern anthem that pulls together a mass of stylings into something heart-racingly new. Her vocals tie together the entire mood, spewing almost sultry feeling low-toned lines, drawing-out her words for the verses edge of mystique that’s always carrying the upper-hand. The chorus only further emphasises’ her strength and superiority, powerfully pushing her vocals into a higher range while the sound furiously collides with a dance-filled edge. This shifting sound mirrors the message within too, reflecting cultural conversations about femininity and less conventional relationships as Isla evidently reigns as a strong woman all on her own. The choruses hook ‘I don’t need a rich man, I already am one’ clasps onto the age-old saying that minimises the success of a woman, instead this time Isla is here to be her own boss without taking any negativity for it. As she plays the persona of a hedonistic, ultra-confident, maybe-evil siren type woman within all her music, this first offering sure as hell marks Isla as one you want to keep on your radar, as it’s without a doubt anything she could share will be bold, unfiltered and refreshingly out-there.

Mark Howard - ‘Scarlette’

Finding inspiration for his symphony of creativity in the vast ocean, the wild outdoors, the love shared between friends and fleeting moments in time, the emerging talent Mark Howard has always sought to create more than just sound, his work instead better valued as an an auditory depiction of emotion. His newest sonic masterpiece ‘Scarlette’ is just as timeless, feeling nostalgic in an older rock leaning twang while leading acoustic and folk edgings carry at the heart pure and universal resonance. The percussion is light; the electric guitar plucks intermittent and drawn-out in the sound with a mystery and unease; the piano keys powerfully marking their presence, all the while building in unison towards an overflowing final eruption. Mark’s vocals only add to this authentic and solitary sense of sound, pushing his lines through softly spoken intimacies and an incredibly vast range, quivering with such a human undertone of rasp and personal sentiment. Through both female and male backing vocals that add wispy, almost haunting touches to the heartfelt words, ‘Scarlette’ knows exactly how to linger not just literally but in your mind too. Of course to match such a gorgeously stirring palette of sound, Mark dedicates a message just as thoughtful and conflicted, torn between love and loss in a way that you’ll feel within your soul. As an ode to a lost love, ‘Scarlette’ yearns for what could’ve been, mourning the patchwork of feelings from regret to longing to seeking answers and yet still bearing an unspoken but always residual sense of peace to have been taken on another path.

ANIMI VOX - ‘SUGAR’

Since their very first release in 2013, the duo ANIMI VOX have been slowly but surely finding not just their sound, but themselves too. Now many, many releases later, 2024 shows this three-piece at the top of their game with their newest single ‘SUGAR’ their most accomplished release to date. Filled with temptation and desire, ‘SUGAR’ is every emotion that rises through the bouts of passion and lust, consumed entirely by one person and seemingly hooked on the high. With a soundscape that’s just as energetic and vibrantly constructed, ‘SUGAR’ flows through groovy bass twangs, slow, sensual electric guitar plucks and a steady beat, at first delivering the calm before the storm and the resting heart-rate before the adrenaline-bursting explosion. The charismatic vocals lead with just as much flavour, similarly tamed for the verse but undoubtably caught up on the sensation they’re craving all over again. Picking up for the pre-choruses build, ‘SUGAR’ finally lets itself off the rails, dancing into striking guitar strums and pounding drums while the vocals champion a Don Broco-esque anthemic chant of hooks and sweet intermissions. As they don’t hold a slither of it back, the lyrics are filled with heat-of-the-moment admissions and lust-filled imagery right the way through, painting a vivid picture that’s always fun and a little bit steamy: ‘I love your taste on my tongue, with all your flavours, you turn me on.’ There’s really nothing not to love, with ‘SUGAR’ just as addictive on repeat as the actions it not-so-subtly alludes to.

Bunny Alex - ‘Soft Spot’

As an upcoming queen of pop dabbled in indie and synth skirtings, Bunny Alex has been slowly but surely making herself known as an act on the scene not to be overlooked. From her first two singles last year to her newest this year, she’s slowly but surely building a discography that shows off talent far beyond her recent beginnings. Bundling together those early-stage feelings, Bunny Alex sings of that moment you first start falling in love in ‘Soft Spot’, caught up on the butterflies and flying sparks with not a single fear to be found. Telling their tale through storytelling that paints such vivid imagery throughout, Bunny Alex’s lines start from ‘you take me out dancing, you make me feel special’ that begins their journey, before the chorus shifts to admit: ‘I’ve got a soft spot baby, a thing for you.’ Replicating this emotional journey outside of her words alone, Bunny Alex embraces you in a sound that from the get-go is just as tantalisingly built. Slowly rising in angelic synth, clicked beats and drawn-out keyboard keys, ‘Soft Spot’ is soft but warm, swaddling you like a blanket in the cold, or more aptly the jacket of a lover on a night you forgot to bring your own. Bunny Alex’s floaty, higher-ranged vocals dance atop the soundscape with an ease and sincerity alike no other, complemented by occasional backing vocal flourishes that make her performance that bit more enticing. As the chorus bursts from the seams with more prominent piano, thumping drums and distant hums behind her words, you’ll find it unavoidable not to be hooked on what it is that ‘Soft Spot’ has to give. With a loved-up centre and a sound reminiscent of artists like Taylor Swift, beabadoobee, MUNA, and Griff, you’ll find something special here with Bunny Alex just in time for a Valentine’s day set to be romantic - even if it’s a day of self love for you.

Petch - ‘Outside’

Debuting for the first time this year, the incredibly talented Nick Petroccione, or otherwise known as his stage-name Petch, has spent over sixteen years playing guitar and perfecting his musical crafts before finally preparing them for the world to hear too. With his work as an American singer-songwriter, music producer, and multi-instrumentalist, Nick has not just the drive in his own solo work, but plenty of experience working with others’ too. Ready and raring to share, his first ever single ‘Outside’ jumps into the action fast with a muffled audio clip that sets up his witty personality, swiftly cut off by a groovy bassline that takes you by the hand and pulls you right into the action. His smooth vocals are quickly introduced and equally as enticing too, subdued with a sultry edge that only further mesmerises. While electric guitar twangs and building percussion slowly find their way into the choruses sound as it pushes on, it’s pretty hard not to be drawn into the ever-building assortment like it’s a second home, dancing and singing along even on your first time listening. Frankly, there’s never been a song that so smoothly develops, shifting in riffs and volumes, as well as adding new instruments so casually it feels as though they were always there. The message is equally lighthearted to match, taking you through a night out that took an unforeseen turn, giving you that after-hours experience from the comfort of your own bedroom. With catchy hooks like the choruses beaming line ‘put your phone down baby, come over here’ , Nick sets the scene as a late one filled with deep bass reverberations through the floor and catching the eyes of a stranger you want a little bit closer. With the bassline loud and funky at the heart of it all, ‘Outside’ is one of those songs you just won’t be able to forget after giving it a chance, with Petch undoubtably certain to turn heads faster than any up-comer ever before.

Kinnship - ‘Toiling’

The multi-instrumentalist, producer, writer and singer Kinnship has touched listeners across the globe with his distinct abilities to craft sound, blending melodic soundscapes and layers of production with heartfelt lyricism that always resonates deeply. Now as he releases his first solo single since May of 2022, Kinnship shares to the world one of his greatest pieces to date, ‘Toiling’, a dazzling indie high laced with a message much more sour. From mellow, rolling percussion beats to the synth keys, the intro is set up to be instantly quite intimate and yet catchy all the same, slowly but surely building into the opening verses’ momentum through intricately added elements in the sound. Wrapping your attention around his haunting, higher range, Kinnship soars through it all with a tentative air of fragility behind his words, lightly quivering and seemingly holding back the power he has to share. Continuing to grow through bass twangs, evolved drum thuds and more, this gorgeously diverse landscape of sound rises beyond expectation, offering textural impact that hums between melancholic aches and a driving vibrancy that pulls you through. An even further stripped-down bridge offers the most personal moment yet, reflecting without the build-up walls of noise to hide behind, no longer shielded from reality. The message feels just as conflicted as the sonic journey too, torn up on always making the ‘right’ decisions and doing the ‘right’ thing, when often working so hard for a goal can end up negatively you and affecting those around you. As he sings ‘too distracted to feel’ , the weight of pouring everything into an achievement begins to catch up with him, grounded back to the people surrounding him that matter most.

pleaselevitate - ‘i lie’

It’s undeniable that dreamy, synth-esque kinds of sounds have become all the rage as of late, pulling listeners into another dimension of reality with a sound that’s all consuming in atmospherics. Fronted by vocalist yulia and backed up by producer chinmay, the upcomers pleaselevitate dive headfirst into this genre-bending styling for themselves, creating something that’ll not just resonate but also carry you through. From opening drum beats and mixed percussion, there’s a moment where things aren’t soaked in a smothering haze, fading you in from real life to another world unlocked through sound alone. It’s not long before that takes a shift though, euphorically dancing through a vibrant, echoey electric guitar riff and tumbling, quick-paced beats, together boasting multitudes of layers that’ll have you yearning for something you don’t even know you’re missing. As things progress, pleaselevitate continue to throw an always-evolving sound your way, pushing into keyboard keys, striking synth, more forceful drums and everything in-between. Yulia’s lines are what really pulls it all together though, every word doused in reverb while she hauntingly soars through low-toned revelations and gorgeous higher cascades. Weaved between are conflicted thoughts, channeling mental health frictions and internal struggles that leave the protagonist deeply unsure about even themselves and their perceptions: ‘every time I feel like I should die, I don’t believe me ‘cause I lie.’ Creating a space where what's true and what's not mix together, ‘i lie’ finds itself quite literally wielding a universe of its own where the two meet, connecting to anyone and everyone that’s ever challenged their negative thoughts, overwhelming emotions and journeyed through the difficulties of finding happiness.

John Hynes - ‘The Glory’

The Irish singer-songwriter John Hynes has found his previous work acclaimed for his soulful melodies and poignant lyricism, so it’s no surprise that now with his debut album freshly releasing to the masses he’s accumulating even more traction than ever before. With an emotional turning point to his songs and themes surrounding love, parenting and the trials of life itself, every song from this 9-song record is wrapped between some of John’s most intimate words to date. With the lead single ‘From The First’ perhaps the most defining of them all, John offers his open heart as he sings of parenting and modern manhood, processing one of the largest changes in his lifetime. From the opening line ‘when I met you, I was forced to rethink my course’ , it’s quickly established that this is no ordinary love song, instead dedicated to that of a new child that has shifted his life forever. Continuing ‘I will be thankful through pressure and pain, when you come running calling my name’ , John works through the toils of parenting, knowing the hardships will be worth it. The sound is intimate and a little dreamy to match, floating through acoustic guitar strums and vocals soaked in reverb, powerfully channeling his low-toned range and higher cascades in one. Things pick up with mixed percussion and drums, as well as drawn-out guitar, string instruments and so much more, creating something between the baroque pop and tender folk rock genres. It’s sweet, heartfelt and yet just as much real too, not painting out becoming a father in rose-tinted appearances as his struggles are just as engrained in his love too. To keep listening to ‘From The First’, or for the album in its entirety, look no further than here.

Give a listen to these songs and more in our New Music Friday playlist this week, or see our Roundup Recap playlist for every song previously featured in one of our monthly roundups that you might have missed!

Written by: Tatiana Whybrow

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