#💗 caught in your orbit

[self-ships-ahoy]

FPS self shippers, a question: When you hear your f/o in the game get hurt or die, does it make you sad, or is that just me?

#self ship #self shipping #self shipper #self ship community #especially with sigma cuz when i hear him get hurt i just wanna cry and cradle him #and murder whoever did that to him #💗 caught in your orbit #💗 remote surgery #💗 love and war

[xxcreamixx]

Some Byler fic recs 💗 Part one

Fluff!

Wash my hair and tell me I'm pretty 3k, twoshot (made by the wonderful @kuumara >:D)

laminate the stasis 5k, oneshot

feel it in my kiss (i'm crazy for you) 3k, oneshot (by @andiwriteordie)

Was it ever really a secret? 2k, oneshot

Hopper's Dilemma 2k, oneshot

playing pretend never felt so real 23k, oneshot

i don't wanna keep secrets just to keep you 3k, oneshot

Soulmate au

And things were looking like a movie 1k, oneshot

Just a glance, that's all it took 2k, twoshot

When blue meets yellow in the west 8k, multichapter

It's a love story (baby, just say yes) 11k, oneshot

Violet and Blue 2k, twoshot

Unbreakable connection 20k, multichapter

Just a curious speck that got caught up in orbit 10k, oneshot (this ones made by the amazing @willow-lark 💗)

Death cannot so easily be determined 1k, oneshot

it's all me, just don't go . meet me in the afterglow (tell me that we'll be just fine even if i lose my mind) 4k, one chapter

The ballad of the sun and moon 3k, oneshot

The part of me that can't let go 7k, one chapter (made by @embarrassedwithapicketsign :D)

Fool death (we're the lucky ones) 3k, twoshot

The best thing i've ever done 10k, multichapter

Mike comes out & Wheeler family stuff

Mike Wheeler comes out with the help of Nancy's music taste! 4k, twoshot

The only thing I've ever had faith in 5k, oneshot

No more secrets. 628, oneshot

The box 2k, oneshot

Everythings about you to me 1k, oneshot

Im thankful for my sister (even though sometimes we fight) 18k, oneshot

Our secret 588, 1 chapter

Believe in one thing, I won't go away 1k, oneshot

Babygirlgate

(found most of these from @aramapostsandwrites)

I guess we're more similar than I thought. 1k, oneshot

I Held Your Face In My Hands, Babygirl 1k, oneshot

"Why does Will call you babygirl?" 1k, oneshot

#byler #byler fic #byler fanfic #fic recs #fluff #byler fluff #soulmates #soulmate au #byler soulmates #coming out #mike wheeler is bi #mike wheeler is gay #<- because it includes both #babygirlgate #mike wheeler is a babygirl #babygirlgate fics #byeler #byeler fics

[dismemberment-on-a-tuesday-night]

Ranking kinds of hearts in a very biased way

I'm on android, to be clear.

♡ - The best. I love this one. I use them in sets of three constantly. "♡♡♡" is a punctuation, to me. I sign my name "-Abraham ♡♡♡"

🫀 - What I use to signify I like a message on Discord. Scientific and excellent. Cool people use this one.

❣️ - Like an exclamation mark. I didn't realize this existed until just now. I should start using it.

💚 - Great color. Alien vibes. Very pleasing to my eyes. Reminds me of Spock's blood.

🖤 - Ooh. Some may think it reminiscent of a break up text. But I think it has goth flair. It should have a cobweb.

💌 - It's cute. A love letter. Very nice. I may start using it.

🫶 - I like doing this gesture inperson, so of course i like the emoji.

❤️‍🩹 - Perfect for when you're in the hospital. The bandages should be bloodied. Sutures would be nice.

💓 - Shaking with excitement, or maybe fear. They're similar emotions, anyway. Teeny tiny.

💞 - Caught in orbit, like twin sun systems in Star Trek. The nerd in me likes them. Very romantic and about to destroy each other with gravity.

❤️ - Classic and romantic. All ages and genders friendly. Basic in a good way.

💛 - This is a little kid heart. This is what you send your niece on her seventh birthday through her mom's phone.

🩵 - Very nice shade of blue. Same as yellow.

🩶 - Bland in a good way. Good shade of gray. Reminds me of sitting around doing nothing.

💖 - Glitter. I like glitter. It has pizzazz to it. Very fun in a 12 y/o girl way.

💟 - Aesthetically pleasing. Very square. A reverse of thr pink hearts, with nice negative space.

❤️‍🔥 - I see this as burning in hell. I would also send this to someone after burning down the kitchen.

🩷 A much better shade of pink than the other pink hearts. Soothing and calm.

🧡 - It should be more vivid. It's kinda boring. But Halloween vibes.

🤎 - Nice. Reminds me of dirt. I like dirt. Should have a worm in it.

🤍 - Bland and flavorless. But makes me think of the Snow Queen. Girl boss.

💗 - I can't see anything but the Looney Toons opening when I look at this. But pastel.

💙 - Fine. Not much to say really. Plain blue.

💝 - A present. Very Valentine' day themed. It's fine, I guess.

💜 - This shade of purple is so equivalent to the main hot pink hearts. Dislike.

💕 - None of the sci-fi flair of the other twin heart one.

💘 - Cupid's arrow, I suppose. Could use with more violence. Maybe some blood. Arrows are weapons.

💔 - I would like it if it were rotten. Broken apart hearts should have mold and such.

#abraham original: hot off the press #Emojis #Hearts

[butchsir]

I adore you 🖤💗💕

You are my Sunshine ☀️🖤💗

#I know it’s a sad song #but your smile IS like sunshine #and I’m caught in your orbit #and you’re hot #there’s a lot of sun metaphors! #I adore you too #i love you #🖤💗

[matchamorphosis]

𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐯𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐨 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐚

。゜♡ ゜・♡ 。 𝐦𝐲 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤 | 📹 | 𝐣𝐨𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 。♡・゜♡゜。

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 || you and your dreamboy make a sex tape that’s worthy enough to claim a spot in The Louvre. ➳ TAPE ONE

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 || hayden (harvard hottie) × [black//woc]fem!reader

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞 || porn with plot, this is still porn tho so begone tots.

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 || 4K ➳ 𝐝𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭 || @firefly-graphics

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 || 18+ nsfw || oral (f + m receiving). handjob + slight blowjob. pussy riding. kinda sub!hayden + kinda dom!reader. dirty talk. listen reader is a teasing shit tormenting hayden cowgirl style. some crying. MINORS DNI

𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐬 || the louvre by lorde .

𝐰. 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 || eeeeep!!! this is my first smut with harvard hottie and i’m so very excited to share it with you all! 🎞 it’s a bit self indulgent cause this concept with dreamboy has been on my mind for some time now although all are welcomed to read! enjoy reading! ly! 💗

pink moons resemble your dreamboy’s cheeks.

sweet as the stardust those fiendish winged angels above sprinkled in his honeycomb hair but coy as the blackholes in his milky Neptune pupils. swallowing orbiting planets, crescent moons and the striking galaxy that spilled from the chambers of your heart with each kiss he drunk greedily from your lips.

drinking and spilling, drinking and spilling.

creating harmonious chaos between your interlocked and almost bare bodies but not ruining anything- not interrupting the session of wandering hands and hungry lips. searching for something that can relieve this ache, because it seems that even the simple sense of touch made the atoms under your skins vibrate and burn like exploding stars.

all this action with unspoken virtue is in fact, getting caught live on the video camera that stands on the night stand besides Hayden’s- your dreamboy’s, bedside table. that boyish blush hot pink like the hello kitty charm hanging off the camera’s scope. swinging back and forth at the will of the Manhattan breeze of another summer nights rainstorm.

getting the scandalous and risqué close ups of Hayden’s large soft hands, so hesitant to slip off those tiny lace olive green panties that deliciously wrapped your hips and slicked cunt. rubbing and slightly grinding on his brick hard member that begs to be released from his black boxers.

the sweet music of your moans and his whimpers as the pitter patter of the sensual rain plays in the background. moonlight streaming through the dewdrop dripping glass of the French panels, chances of lightning brightening up the low lamp lit room while boisterous thunder helps arouse your actions further.

biting that ripe bottom lip, fresh and rosy like strawberries in the glowing warmth of spring. making those lips part in a gasp, feeling your own smirking before slipping your tongue and melting in the warmth of his mouth. still slightly ashamed but craving this attention, even with it’s normally obscure perks you certainly weren’t one to not give your all.

especially with someone as glorious and gorgeous as the boy who melts under your position. breaking off the kiss, you grab the video camera and the blush to your amusement deepens in its roseate pigment. aiming the camera to his sunkissed chest, your manicured hands glide through the freckles that speckle his biceps and abs. if you had all the time the universe possessed you would kiss each and everyone.

those divine copper constellations on his broad milky way skin, a sea of stars that found a way home to your heart.

biting back the need to do so, those talons for nails tenderly scratch the space between his pecs to the abdominal muscle. ravishing in his whimpers and pleads for you to touch him, kiss him, fuck him.

Hayden, oh sweet Hayden is still too flustered to ever consider he’d have a chance to do something like this- especially with someone he’s so close with.

you’re his friend.

even when you both are developing this faultless case of mutual obsession towards one another, it still didn’t feel right. those feelings are suppose to be kept locked in a chest buried deep in the ale of your ribs, but it’s another thing to remember that you both are contrived of the same emotions, desires, the same rib.

all these moments you both play in the dark, fluorescent and keen to all the events that have added up till now. perfuming this cloud of unspoken desire and admiration as you both drank in your movements and words- you both are crossing a line now.

before it was late night flirts as you both enjoyed the city lights, eating Harlem styled pizzas on the ancient steps of the metropolitan. before it was curious touches in the elevator of his apartment after you both drank your weight and laughed it off at one the bars. before it was just a dance, a game to just find a little pleasure to entertain the misery of your lonely lives after graduating Harvard.

you both know what you’re doing now, you both just don’t want to stop.

even though you’re his dear friend that has been with him through thick and thin, through soaring high and bellowing lows- he has secretly been dreaming of this exact moment.

with your hair beautifully falling in curly strands around your face as you grind on him. those glossy lips he has finally had the chance to feel against his own part when he graze your clothed cunt against his member. to feel the weight of your temple like body straddling his hips and doing whatever you wished with him.

maybe without the video camera... but that’s just one of the perks when he’s tangled with a wild card as a friend.

his sweet friend that he has been trying so so hard to keep at that but it was a magically way the universe plays match maker when it comes to loneliness. however that dreaded emotion doesn’t seem to present itself this rainy night, if anything he still feels his heart bursting and collapsing within itself when you kiss him harder.

sparking in streamers of birthday cake and disintegrating into raspberry confetti, a party for you both to enjoy just as the one you and him left. rather too earlier but there’s always a good enough excuse for you both to abandon those overrated galas that entertained the poor souls of the upper east side.

the excuse? loneliness.

the sickening emotion always seemed to invite itself in the crowds of carefree blood blues. with their charmingly vindictive smiles and sharp cruel eyes, but oh how they’d keep away knowing your speciality. how Hayden was suppose to keep away and not cross the golden boundary of friends and unspoken lovers but your dear friend is in desperate need of adventure and passion.

loneliness can do so so much to ones confidence in finding their own hidden desires and it was no secret that even when you and him were friends that he imagined you in this very position. on top of him with your lips pressed against his, despite you the special gift you have with being a heartbreaker...

a maneater of innocent hearts.

they called you so for a reason and Hayden out of all people should have taken that as a warning to back away but damn were you a teacup of candy floss rosé to his ideal and rather boring empty bottles of beer. so inviting and pleasing to the eyes and desire in the soft plump curves that showcased through that silk slip dress. which now lays on the polished flooring along with his button up and jeans.

“y/n?” his voice murmurs against your peachy lips, tasting fresh of saccharine apricot and lingering spearmint. attempting to mask the bitter sparkling champagne enveloped on your candy red tongues.

it’s sweet addicting poison and your heart can’t help but melt when his tongue laces with yours. the bitter citrus remands of your chapstick plastered on his lips for so long now.

you want more.

“shhh baby let me kiss you more,” you hush him with another kiss and Hayden obliges, because before you both know it after several hesitant lingers you helped assure we’re perfectly fine- your dreamboy finally has his hands fully contacted on your bare waist, still nervous and hesitant if he’s doing this right.

no no, that just won’t do.

properly angling the video camera back on the nightstand, giggling when he rises to kiss your neck and the peaks of your breasts. leaning into his large warm hands, they feel heavenly and sinful with each motion as they glide up and down your back. stopping abruptly before he could graze the strap of your bra, feeling his hands- his eyes fill to the brink asking for permission when the lace material come in contact with his fingertips.

it makes you smirk while you caress that panty dropping jaw. stroking your fingers around his chin before grasping it, leaning it up for him to look up at you and like the succubus people make out of you- you drink in the lust and the vulnerability that pours in tiny crystalline tears at the corner of his eyelids.

“Hayden will you be a dear and take this off?” you hum, moaning when those devious hands are removed from your body and his stance becomes attentive and aware. lifting his back away from the bed, looking up at you gesturing to the black lacy bra that cups your tits nicely. “its goodbye has been long overdue, don’t you think so dreamboy?”

dreamboy.

that pet name has him swallowing thickly along with those cloudless blue hues glazing over with admiration. even when he despised it at first, you’re reeling in his neediness while feasting on his body and heart. he won’t condemn you from doing so, as long as you’re gentle, he craves your gentleness as much as your eagerness.

Hayden nods his head in a rapid pace, those hands that have been on your hips glide up to your tits. he would be lying if he said that he hasn’t stolen looks at your cleavage from time to time or felt his swimming trunks tighten when you laid on the Hampton’s golden sands in those skimpy designer bikinis when you both settled in his beach house for memorable sweet summers away from Harvard.

now nothing is keeping those slender fingers from unlatching the metal clapse, radiating warmth skimming your skin. almost teasingly and you wonder if he’s doing it intentionally until your eyes catch the way he bites his bottom lip when the material parts. gliding the straps off easily but slowly until the bra falls on the floor and your tits fall, if you thought he was hard before he’s unbelievably hard now.

“now it’s time to take these off.” you perk while gesturing to your panties, snapping the material at the waistline. “they’re so uncomfortable and they’re getting in the way. I can’t make you feel good with these on, take them off for me Hayden. pretty please with cherries on top,” holding back a smirk you watch as he falls his head against the pillow as you keep rubbing your clothed folds against his cock.

blue hues trained to your tits then to your lips, hands kneading your hips and to your surprise he does grip your panties- then rips them.

the sound of the expansive fabric ripping fills the room and so does the gasp that follows as he throws the now useless scraps to the floor. slender fingers gliding through your wetness, teasing your hole with just the tip of his digits cause isn’t you to bite back a moan. keeping yourself from grinding yourself on his fingers, shocked at how bold he’s become you snap out of your dazed state.

with what you believed to be a somewhat choked sound coming from Hayden’s mouth you get off him but sit on the bed. his eyes drinking in your bare body and all it’s baked gloriousness with each bend of your limbs and sway to your assets. “d-did I do something wrong?”

you shake your head no, a mischievous smirk plastered on your face as you pose for the video camera. the screen faced to you so you can see how your tits pressed against each other and the low lighting making the shadows of your face deepen your most beautiful features.

confidence radiating you with each flutter of your bambi lashes you bat then innocently at your dream boy. taking in the lust clouding in his sky blue eyes along with the heavy pants that finish in stuttering cries. biting your bottom lip, you take the waistline of his boxers and dip your fingers underneath them. the coolness of your fingertips meet the hot skin of his crotch and any further would you outline his cock.

there Hayden thrusts his hips shamelessly to meet your touch and you giggle. “please y/n take them off! god please!” Hayden whimpers and just when you take his bulge in your hands you turns into a mumbling whimpering mess of mumbling y/n’s and emphasized pleases.

it’s music to your ears.

video camera in hand again, your excitement shows in the way your rubbing your knees together. sensual honey dripping sloppily from your cunt sticky and slick against your plush inner thighs but you wonder how his cum would taste. playing with your nipple with the other, watching Hayden’s eyes dash from the camera to your golden ring fingers twirling around the stiff bud.

those golden rings that glow in the low light that only his bedside lamp provides but he can still feel your hungry panther stare. “enjoying the view pretty boy?” that other nickname spoken numerous times but this time it isn’t filled with platonic playfulness, your hand pumping his cock proves so but he doesn’t roll his eyes in annoyance but rolls them back into his skull.

pulling those sweet sounds from him in his pleads, eyes focusing on you to your hand covered in rings glowing with each movement the light reflects. it’s so hypnotizing that Hayden doesn’t notice the fabric of his boxers gently scratching his crotch. freeing his thick cock, the video camera immediately focuses. analyzing every popping vein, the slickness of his balls and you swear you almost moan at the sight.

fuck that- you almost forgot to save whatever chaste that’s left of you because your eyes don’t stop drink this angel of yours up and down.

because Hayden is nothing at all like the hook ups and one night stands you were accustomed to. because Hayden might be the only person you’ll allow yourself to be this emotionally vulnerable with. because Hayden already has your heart and you need to make that clear by the end of tonight.

maybe prepare for it to break if he doesn’t want to accept it but you keep that dreaded heartache and your bitter tears bottled up.

this dreamboy had a charming smile to match his gorgeous face to match the perfection that was his cock. that thick cock bounced up and slapped against his abs you swear you almost came at the sight.

taking him in your hands again, you stroke his shaft. moving the camera to your sinful movements to the sin glazing in your dreamboy’s eyes like sunlight basking the morning sky. tears streaming beautifully down his rosy cheeks, resembling some oil painting you both probably saw at some art gallery but were too busy thinking about fucking each other.

“Hayden baby you got a pornstar cock. good thing we’re making a movie, it’s gonna leave all the rotten critics and stuck up snobs at The Louvre speechless.” you speak and there goes the hello kitty blush again reappearing on those sun-speckled peach cheeks.

“maybe we could even have it premier this.” you say and take his big dick in your hand with a good squeeze making him hiss. “people will talk about the moral of the message. the symbolism and what it stands for.” flashing him a cheeky wink before straddling him again.

drinking the sight of his rosy-dawned mushroom head dripping in dewdrops of white precum you can wait to lick and taste. coat your mauve painted lips in them and lick them off, memorize his taste and the feel of his cock against your swirled velvetly tongue. that can wait later though, right now you have to feel him inside you and so does he.

“they’ll hang us in The Louvre.” Hayden whispers, feeling the atoms under his skin vibrate with those spoken words. flashing your eyes to his you can see the eagerness practically rippling off him. “the back end probably but still.” he breaks into a few laughs and you purse your lips to keep yourself from laughing but can’t help but slip a few.

his cock still in hand, you crawl up to press your lips to his. sweet and soft, not rushed and carnal like before but it still leaves you both breathless. “it’s still The Louvre, still The Louvre with you.” you whisper into his mouth and he drinks it up. allows it to generously butter his mouth and allows that promise to carve permanently with the ease of your tongue.

it’s getting you both excited and just when things couldn’t get any better you’re surprised to find Hayden hips thrusting to receive just a fragment of your touch. wanting you to pump him with every last drop in him, every drop of cum on him for you. “please y/n- fuck please do something,” he wails when you position yourself over his standing, throbbing cock.

positioning your hands gently on his chest, you lower your hips so your honeyed pussy lips would kiss just the tip of his cocks crown. the result of so has his back arching and his hands gripping your hips, however you swat them away. earning an offended cry from him but it’s silenced when your hands dip into your pussy.

the heavenly sight of you touching yourself, following your fingers through your wetness is pure sun but fucking hell did it look like piety in its devoted form. eyes closed, those mascara lashes brushing softly against your bottom lids. cupid bow lips parted when you swirl them against your slippery pearl until you pull them away.

revealing your fingers glistening in your flowers nectar Hayden is patient for you to bring those fingers to his mouth. craving the taste of you just as you are of him but he’s get his wish granted and the dreamboy doesn’t know whether to submit further when you spread your slick against his lips or take control like he imagined. although all previous daydreams and thoughts don’t hold a single candle with you here with him.

looking godly as you pussy continues to tease his throbbing cock, finished applying your coat of fresh sin on his chaste lips. they glow a golden light and you wonder if that halo he carried so proudly is beginning to crack with rose thorns. “can you hold the video camera for me dreamboy? I can trust that you’ll get all the perfect angles of me riding your cock.”

the whisper flowing like starlight ink from your mouth to his, pressing your bare chest against his, leaning your warm face closer to his. to make yourselves seem at one with each other when the easiest and obvious solution is the way his cock brushes against your dripping cunt and ass.

“i’ll get them, all of them I promise. please just touch me, please I fucking need you it’s driving me crazy,” the answer causes honey like sensations to flow up and down your spine and knot at the pit of your belly.

you want to ruin him but you also want him to ruin all men for you. maybe you’ll get that wish but right now you need to feel him stretch your cunt and make it his. “don’t steal a taste without me.” you whisper against his earlobe before you turn around.

you can hear him whisper a affirmed I won’t, I promise and you can’t help but feel the merciless void in your beating heart fill up sweetly.

this angel was certainly the man of your dreams, and you make that certain to you both as you drop down on his cock. taking him all in you inch by thick inch, stretching your slightly sensitive walls but urging yourself to take more when Hayden’s moans get louder and louder.

plump ass faced towards him, eyes closed shut from the piling pleasure of your velvety pussy that feels like silk. it’s so intense but he welcomes it all but he reminds himself that he has to make you proud. the video camera is in his hands, he’ll take every ounce of pleasure angling the camera and zooming on your cunt swallowing him up.

biting his lip, cursing himself to not take a taste of your saturation you spread on his lips Hayden glances at the screen piece showing your peachy ass shaking just for him. bouncing up and down on his cock and at this point, to your amusement- Hayden isn’t keeping those sweet sounds to himself. it also seems you both are really enjoying this a bit too much but who the fuck cares?

sex is running in streams of shooting stars up and down your bloodstreams. it doesn’t keep you from creaming on his shaft when you slip out, rubbing him against the luscious curve of your ass as your dripping pussy rides his tightening balls. keeping a nasty rhythm pulling every sweet gravely hiss and groan you’ll replay nights after this.

“you like seeing my pussy painting your cock? you loving this angle dreamboy?” chest swelling when he squeezes your hip, relishing in his moans as your hands stroke his tightening balls.

“no,” he moans, and with that your heart stops beating and you slow your grinding. the sloppiness more intense then when you were riding him with every breath, looking over your shoulder down at him. locking that fearful stare with his hungry one.

“I want to see you- fuck! I-I need to see you taking me. please y/n sweetheart I need to see you.”

those hands go at it again, his warm knuckles grazing your spine so softly. a large open palm rubbing your back up and down as he pleads for you to turn around so he could see you. normally you would tease him further, ask him why and where he wants you but you’re craving to see him as you ride him till you both find your release.

turning around till your suddenly shy eyes meet his burning blues, your cunt laying on top of his throbbing hard cock. leaning down so you could lay your hands on his chest, back arched as you rock against him. the lewd music of your interlocked bodies sounding off as the rainstorm gets more and more vigorous.

plays nothing but a voice of encouragement as you rasp your fingers against the broadness of his shoulders. hips rotating to find your high, flashes of lightning light your winged eyes and it’s then did Hayden catch it as you locked sight on the camera. misty blue hues behind it giving you the sweetest praises and affirmations as he takes his cock in his hands.

motioning the video camera as well as his free hand to caresses the side of your your face, to feel the plushness of your perfect tits, graze the softness of your belly then rest inbetween your soaked thighs. capture the video angle of him aligning his throbbing cock up so you can sink down on him because he seriously cannot take anymore of your folds brushing up against him.

with that internal plea and those puppy dog eyes you take him in you, mouth parting at the delicious stretch and savoring the loud and shameless groans coming from the dreams house mouth. swallowing his dick whole in your cunt, squeezing around him till he’s crying those starlight tears that normally leave you heartbroken but you just wanna see more.

it’s making your ego rise that you’re making him cry cause your fucking him so good but it leaves him laughing when you’d say that thought aloud. “fuck me baby, fucking use me please. I wanna you to see me break and I want to see you break please.”

a gleaming smile graces your face, white teeth glimmering in the dark room but he just watches you ride his cock for all he’s worth. maneuvering the camera to catch your tits bounce up and down, flexing his bicep while his free hands slaps your right tit. brushing the peak of your nipples with his thumb, causing you to bring your bottom lip home in between your teeth. the thickness of his cock spreading and hitting all the right spaces many men before had failed to reach.

tweaking the nipple some more before slapping the tit and taking his attention towards the other, desperate for the same attention. as much as he was a sucker to let you have all the control he’s growing a major liking to seeing you crumble at just his touch. whining and letting out those peachy sounds that just make his hips piston into your cunt some more. it leaves you crying out.

tears glazing your eyes on how good he feels, how he’s making you feel.

it’s too much for you and you feel yourself reaching for the stars. body already ascending to Venus, the orbit of the planets surrounding you as you feel yourself getting closer and closer bouncing up and down on Hayden’s cock. “i’m gonna come baby, are you gonna come to? you want my cum to cream around your dick? you want that dreamboy?”

“yes! fuckyes! please give it to me baby please!” that’s spoken with another pump of your hips crashing his and that’s when the chain snaps.

seeing the milky coppers of Jupiter’s and all the sparkling rings of Saturn the fire that was burning in the pit of your belly extinguishes when you begin to comprehend the thickness of both your essences coating your interlocked thighs.

it’s a sight Hayden catches with all eyes on the video camera and he swears you never looked any more beautiful then right now as you come done down from your high. never looked any prettier when your walls still squeeze around his now softening cock, he think he might burst but he needs to show you that you guys are meant to be.

the both of you are meant to live indefinitely, infinitely, and immortally together.

maybe this love won’t be understood in the critically acclaimed museum of The Louvre but together in this little universe you both created. where your love is the sun and his is the planets, the stars and the moons that center around. catering for each other how all galaxies operate and maintain for millennia.

you don’t want to admit that he fucked you good enough that you’re seconds away from saying I love you. hating to admit that you’re yearning to speak those words but it seems those words die in your throat as you collapse on top of him. naked chest rubbing against his, hiding your face in the crook of his neck.

noticing the video camera is positioned on the side table, the green light is turned off. both his arms free to wrap your body around, hands rubbing up and down your chest as he kisses your temple. trying to slip out of you, worried that you might be uncomfortable you whine for him to stay inside you.

“Hayden?” you whisper against the skin of his neck speckled with lovebites and lipstick stains from the divine assault of your cupid bows. fingers gliding through his honeycomb hair, nails occasionally scratching against his scalp that leaves him purring.

“yes y/n?” he whispers while rasping you impossibly closer to him. those beautiful blues closed, completely blissed out from the showering of your lips pressing a trail from his neck to his cheeks. the craft of your fingers doing their magnetic magic just by playing with his hair.

pulling away from his neck, your fingers glide through his golden traces to sit up, to see him open his eyes to welcome yours. hovering over his face till the breath that escapes your mouth brushes against his, you kiss him. finally tasting your sweet tang you spreader on his lips, holding you face in place you begin to pull away once again.

leaving a sour frown on your dreamboy’s handsome face, wanting to lick your lips to remember the taste of you. a need that needs to be nourished but right now he has to cater to you.

he has to cater to his muse, his universe, his entirety.

“what if they don’t hang us in The Louvre?” you mellow, this whole joke between the two of you about The Louvre has been a simpler way to express the hidden feelings between the two of you.

these series of events were made clear to now confront this portrait of pretty lies and hidden admiration. it seems that you’re just looking for a sense of clarity, of peace to ease your heart because you want Hayden. with all your heart no matter how many nights you tried to compress that feeling down you want him as yours and you to be his.

seems like everything that’s spiraling in your head in inks of nebulas is painted clearly. all he does is pull your face closer to his, presses your lips to his till you find the answer to your own unspoken questions.

“then I guess we’re gonna have to open our own art gallery sweetheart. one where only you and me fill the niche with our art.” he whispers against your mouth, tongue melting with yours until your putty in his arms.

“would you like that for us starlit?” Hayden whispers, a timid and nervous tone in his voice worried that you may reject but it clears when he sees your smile.

that starlight smile you shine that burns and shines brighter than any twinkling stars that dot the now vivid Manhattan skies. just as brave to as you cup his face and smash your lips against his, sweetly as you both seem to recklessly and not withholding your wide smiles.

“I would love that for us,”

it would be later on in the morning that you both wake up together and eat breakfast that you address the video camera. of course you will play the tape later on when you both settle with some popcorn and condoms but let’s just say with your enthusiasm and a talk together about kinks as a newfound couple it would be very soon that you guys make another tape.

this time you’ll both remember to smile for the video camera as you fuck each other’s brains out.

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[self-ships-ahoy]

The official ship name (but not the ship tag) of my ship with S.igma is "Artificial Gravity".

I agonized over this for weeks and all of a sudden this term popped in my head like it was nothing 😂

#;the nerd speaks #💗 caught in your orbit

[self-ships-ahoy]

bed and smile for sig; and balloon and feather for ram!

Random self-ship ask game

:0 Yay I have two for each ship!!

Bed 🛏️ - Where does your f/o like to sleep? Are they conventional with a good schedule, or do they find damp corners to call their bed?

When you exist partly outside time and space, sleep can become an abstract concept........ That's what Sigma says anyway, but it's also the Tism. (Take it from me lol) That being said, he loves to be in a comfy bed with weighted blankets and fluffy pillows. The world is harsh and cruel and being imprisoned was harsh and cruel and he forgot what comfort felt like. It wasn't until Synthia discovered this and vouched for his accommodations that he got his comfy bed back.

Smile ☺️ - What about your f/o makes you smile every single time? Furthermore, what's something you do that makes your f/o smile every time?

Honestly? Seeing him smile first! I love seeing him have positive experiences, especially after all he's been through. I smile when he's unapologetically himself, when I hear his musings on the universe, he's just a big nerd and I love it.

I think he smiles when Synthia engages in a scientific conversation with him, and when she says his name. He smiles when he hears her laugh because the sound is unlike anything he's ever heard, it's almost angelic to him. 🥺

Balloon 🎈 - Does your f/o celebrate their birthday? Additionally, does your s/i or yourself celebrate yours? If so, what's the special day looking like?

Ramattra has...mixed feelings about his creation, and I'd say in canon he's going through a real existential crisis. But even before it got this bad, his "birthday" wasn't something he looked back on fondly or regarded because of his original purpose. It was a very complicated issue for him, cuz it was only his model that was built by Anubis specifically for war. It was a topic of discussion at the monastery more than once...

That being said, April has found ways to have some cause for celebration, while respecting his wishes about his creation date. For example, the day he came to the monastery, and of course Aurora's Awakening that gave the omnics sentience. That one's something everyone celebrates, and as April suggested, they can count that as his birthday if he wishes. The fact that she cares so much about celebrating who Ramattra is genuinely touches him.

Feather 🪶 - If you and your f/o were animals, which animals would you be and why?

Ants.

Just kidding. XD I hate to say, but I'd have to think about this one! When I think about this question with my other ships, the animals I choose have to mean something and make sense for our personalities, and it's not necessarily our favorites, Rama. X3

Off the top of my head (and because I'm a fish lover), I choose for Ramattra the Great White Shark. Fiercest predators in the seas, and their reputation precedes them. Only- their reputation as brutal, cold blooded killers isn't accurate (and not since Ramattra gained sentience)! They're a force to be reckoned with, but they're not seeking humans out to kill them; they're not even attracted by human blood. They're big and beautiful creatures with sharp senses and an unmistakable look, and they'll be fine to simply coexist with humanity, if humanity would just leave them alone...

April, I have no ideas for. Each one of my s/is exhibits my traits at different levels, and they're all just a little bit unique from my irl self. So they'd all get different animals, and I'll have to think more about what would best represent her.

#;answers #nerdstreak #💗 caught in your orbit #💗 love and war

[self-ships-ahoy]

I love the idea of O.verwatch self ships having maps for their weddings to take place. I just asked my friend @nerdstreak about her ships and her answers were so amazing that it inspired me to find ones for my own ships.

Sigma and Synthia got married on the Horizon Lunar Colony itself!!

Right there, overlooking the earth. 🥺 I also wanna think they wrote their own vows just so they could infodump about each others' love. And he's so good with words, I doubt he could just keep them to himself.

I...wanna think I could one day have that with Ramattra as well, someday. And because I'm lowkey obsessed with the Poseidon skin, I'd wanna choose Ilios for our wedding. And it truly is a beautiful place to get married! We'll see...

#self ship #self shipping #self ship community #overwatch self ship #💗 caught in your orbit #💗 love and war #;the nerd speaks #when you think about it Ramattra and i have been together for at least 7 years in-story #so it had to have come up at some point

[self-ships-ahoy]

everytime we touch, shake it, and starstrukk for synthia!!

S/I Asks - AMV Song Edition

Synthia, yes!! Yes, I will love to talk about her.

EVERYTIME WE TOUCH :: How would your s/i describe your f/o? How would your f/o describe your s/i?

Synthia would describe Siebren as a brilliant genius and the sweetest man she's ever met. She'd talk about how he's been through so much, more than what would seem humanly possible, and yet he still remains himself and would not let the music overcome him. She'd mention how kind and understanding he's been regarding her memory loss, that he never made her feel bad or forced her to pick up where they left off, and how happy he was that she fell in love with him all over again. "I don't know how I couldn't love him, given how...truly wonderful he is. I feel grateful to have regained that part of my life."

Sigma would call her "as kind as she is intelligent, and more luminous than the brightest star in the universe..." He'll either go on a huge ramble about how amazing she is or say something symbolic and trail off in thought. He'd also say she's his grounding force that keeps his mind together, which means a lot since the people he's working with aren't all the friendliest or understanding (minus Sombra)...

SHAKE IT :: If your s/i had to pick a song for karaoke (whether it’s one by themselves or perhaps.. with someone else too?), what would it be?

I honestly could not answer that, sorry! 😅 I've never been to karaoke, I don't even know if her chosen voice-claim can sing, and I can't really think of a good song to sing anyway! Maybe something fun? I don't know, I'm sorry >_<

STARSTRUKK :: Name a fact about your s/i! [Or, alternatively, the sender can ask any question about your s/i if desired!]

She's British! Well, she has a British accent and way of speaking. She was created as a housemaid for an upper-class family, with some medical programming for a sickly family member. After gaining sentience, she quickly returned to this family, who just as quickly rejected her, still fearing for their lives despite her free will. She wandered London for a while before finding Overwatch and ultimately joining to help stop the Crisis. But that's enough lore for now. (It said "fact" but I just lore-dropped XD)

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[self-ships-ahoy]

I think using memory loss with Synthia was a good idea, especially in regards to how I feel about Sigma. I only just started to be with him recently, yet i feel I'm supposed to have known him all my life, I just don't remember it. Not in a bad way, or that I'm actually literally questioning reality. It's just how it feels shipping with him.

#It's a little bittersweet if anything #💗 caught in your orbit #Sef ship

[self-ships-ahoy]

Ok I think "I hear a symphony" is such a beautiful song on its own and I was hesitant to associate it with a ship, but now every time I hear it I just-

#💗 caught in your orbit #every single lyric ok? just every single lyric #self ship

[self-ships-ahoy]

F/Os when I kiss them on the cheek:

Blushes and giggles/smiles 😊: Medic, Vinnie, Sigma, Gabriel

Blushes and bluescreens 😳: Bruno, Dai Zong, Miles, Ramattra

#;the nerd speaks #self ship #self shipping #self ships #💗 remote surgery #💗 caught in your orbit #💗 our own future #💗 tea and turtles #i was bored and realized there were two distinct categories of reacting to my kisses #💗 turnabout romance #💗 Let's stay together #💗 love by design #💗 Love and war

[self-ships-ahoy]

Ayy time for your next dose of Sigthia/Artificial Gravity angst!

Before these new lines were even released, I had a particular detail about their ship once they're reunited in Talon: Synthia's memory core was damaged when the ovw Swiss base exploded, and she doesn't remember him. So when they reunite and Sigma tells her she's his wife, she insists it's a case of mistaken identity. But this omnic looks, sounds, acts like the one he remembers marrying! Well, once Siebren's memory problems become known, he then begins to wonder if the memories he has of an omnic wife with a human face were real to begin with...

#now cry #💗 caught in your orbit #self ship #overwatch self ship

[self-ships-ahoy]

love 11 and domestic 6 and 11 with sigma!

Ship Questions

Thank you so much for the ask!! Yes, let us continue the Sigma momentum. -u-

Love 1: Who said “I love you” first?

Ummm??? Gosh, I don't know why this one is always so hard to figure out for my ships! 😅 I think that's something I have to give more thought to (esp. since I'm not currently there myself, irl). I think, with those specific words, that might have been me, but Sigma seems like the type to say something more grand.

Domestic Life 6: Who worries the most?

I think this might be the first time the f/o beats the s/i in this category, but to be fair, he's been constantly frazzled and worked up and out of comfort, that just riles up his autistic nerves more easily. Don't get me wrong, Synthia is an s/i of me, so she does her fair share of worrying lol. Though I'd say the two worry about different things often.

Domestic Life 11: Who likes to dance?

Sigma canonically knows how to dance! I hear it's resembling Dutch clog dancing, which is hilarious given there are no clogs and he's not even touching the floor. I bet he loves how the effect of being virtually weightless affects dancing. I mean look at that twirl at the end and tell me he's not enjoying it. Totally immersed in the dance. Good for him.

Synthia understands the expression of emotion through rhythmic movement set to music, but I think it heavily depends on the music she's listening to. I feel like she might surprise you if it's the right kind of dance - I say that because I was not born with rhythm and desperately wish I was. 😂

#;answers #nerdstreak #💗 caught in your orbit #self ship #self ships #self ship meme #self shipping #thank you again for sending an ask!

[self-ships-ahoy]

5, 7, and 8 for whoever you're feelin!

70s/80s Songs-Based Ship Meme

After much internal debate, I have decided to go with Sigma on this one. Despite what I said about wondering if Synthia is more oc than s/i, I'm still sticking with first person for now.

5: Billy Joel - The Longest Time: What effect do you imagine you would have on your F/O? Do you think that you would influence how they think of things, their interests, or how they react to things? Do you think they would try different things because of you?

Aside from helping him become more stable and safe in his own mind? I think we influence each other a lot through all the discussions we've had over the years; we both like to wonder and hypothesize and consider viewpoints. I influence him to come down to earth and enjoy little moments, as much as he's expanded my range of thinking (both works in progress lol). I think if I can make a good case for something, I can convince him to try something new, though it's probably not new for me. More than anything, I think I've given him hope for himself and us and the future, and that he still deserves love and care after everything that's happened to him.

...I may have also influenced his opinion on marine life. (. ❛ ᴗ ❛.)

7: Daryl Hall & John Oates - Out of Touch: What conceptual or intangible things do you associate with your F/O? (eg., colors, music, scents, times, etc)

Well, space for one XD Seriously, I see space pics or facts or anything like that and I think of him. I also sort of associate him with classical/dark academia stuff; I listened to a lot of that while trying to accept my feelings lol. And I think he's in a similar spot with Medic, where anything pertaining to his home country reminds me of him. That's kind of it for now, but I'm sure more associations will come in time!

8: Elton John - I’m Still Standing: What’s a song you enjoy (one that you didn’t pick up from them, if applicable) that you think your F/O would also like?

Well, seeing how he didn't mind Lucio's music (more so to have something drowning out The Melody, but he did say he was a fan because of it and the songs were "delightfully" distracting). He might pick up synthwave from me, or...what's it called, chillwave? Something electronic that provides a good earworm you can sleep to (as opposed to ones you can't....or is that just me). I'd recommend lofi, but I think he wants something he can work or think to, and lofi's really for relaxing. And I wanna avoid something with a heavy base bc of @/pearsaregrossfightme's funny post where he subconsciously controlled gravity to rise and fall to the beat of a cool song he vibed with. He probably reacts to music the same way I do, on an autistic level - give me a good song and I just feel it in my core.

To pick a specific song, Maybe Descend (Emil Rottmayer), or the more famous Resonance (HOME) - something from Electronic Gems that you put on in the background to help you concentrate while studying and stuff.

#i just want to entertain the fact that he autisms just like me #i will try not to project too much #but so far canon has shown a lot of similarities with me #also sorry this took so long i've been horribly tired #thank you so much for sending one in! #self ship #self ship meme #💗 caught in your orbit #nerdstreak #;answers

[self-ships-ahoy]

F/Os in My Dreams!

If a single dream getting me to obsess and eventually f/o E.dgeworth over the course of 3 months wasn't enough, my dreams continue to expose me to my crushes! (including those whose ships I broke up already - I think my dreams still ship me with them lol) If you all don't mind, I'm going to mention those scenes here cuz they're really occupying my mind, and I need to talk about ships more lol. I'll tag it so you can block the tag, cuz this might be something I do more often in the future, if this keeps up.

~💤~

💙 Last week, I had a couple dreams where Sigma was in them. When I was just me, it felt very weird in the moment to be with him, but when I was in the role of Synthia, it felt normal. That's not something I ever experienced, or needed to experience, with Medic, so I'm starting to wonder if Synthia is more of an oc than a self insert... 🤔

💙1/3 of last night's f/os. Fatgum was going off to fight somewhere, where I couldn't follow - or even see ahead to. The worry didn't last long cuz he came back ok. I ran to him, and when we met, he scooped me up and carried me and spun me around! He's just so cute and sweet! I love how openly affectionate we are together.

💙 2/3. Simultaneously, I spawned a new self insert to be with Pre.sent Mic again, despite once again moving him to the platonic group. It was an older idea I was considering when I was shipping with both of them, and this isn't the first time my dreams have tried to influence me to stay with him. He was pretty sad. His hair was all down, unstyled, and he looked so tired, and he was starting to doubt himself. It was so so unlike him, it was worrying; and yet, I knew this had to get out. He holds it in for so long... So I sit by his side and hug him, saying how I wished he could see himself how I saw him. (I'm sure if I wrote that discussion myself, I'd say he's still worth while if he can't save everyone, or be there to support everyone all the time. He puts his all into everyone else and never has time for himself..)

When I think he's starting to feel better, I give him a little peck on the lips, and we go to see some other heroes returning from a mission - including Taishiro and my previous dream identity. It was like looking in a mirror!

💙 3/3. Things just get sadder with Dai Zong. After getting dressed up all fancy and hoping to participate in what looked like a wedding ceremony with my boyfriend, I catch Highroller and his goons (the main antagonists, for those who don't know Hero 108) sneaking into the building we were staying at it didn't look like our base, in retrospect). He mistakenly assumes I want to marry him, which he doesn't like, and I correct him by saying I want to marry Dai Zong. He then criticizes my taste, surprised someone would like such a boring, uptight guy. The nerve. 😤

After they got chased off, I got to talk to Dai Zong. Not only was I mistaken about the gathering's purpose, but when I asked him about marriage, he said it's not likely to happen as long as the war goes on. That somehow, the enemy could take advantage of the situation or even attack the ceremony. He did say he wants to marry me, but he's not sure when it's gonna happen. I wake up before there's a resolution.

💙 Something less sad from the other night, but I still wish it hadn't happened: I kissed the wrong A.ce Attorney guy. I mean, I kissed him. And now he's stuck on my mind like a bad earworm. I'm hoping to be rid of these conflicting feelings soon so I can go back to Miles and the ship I've committed 3 months to, but I worry that it's an 'engineer to medic' situation. I shipped with Engie initially for about 3 months; then I dream about crushing on Medic and 3 days later I'm in love with him. And I don't wanna ship with both cuz that just gets hairy for me. >_< I guess I'll just...see what happens. Just wanted to get that one off my chest.

#;the nerd speaks #;f/o dreams #💗 caught in your orbit #💗 starburst lovers #💗 tea and turtles #self ship #self shipping