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Frankly im going to explode if i donât tell someone about this fic but i need to at least wait another month just in case. But i can only pester my non-miraculer friends so much with details
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i feel it coming, babe
technically the sequel to a little less conversation this is yet another piece for girlies (gn) with bad sex experiences <3 remember sometimes it takes more than once to get it right honeys :D 12k words, fem!reader, MDNI THIS ENTIRE BLOG IS 18+
Okay so, youâll admit, you might be beginning to get it.Â
A smidge. AÂ pinch.Â
Itâs justâ well, how are you not supposed to understand it? How can you not get the thrill and fervour over sex when itâs with Steve and he looks like that. All golden tan skin and hazel eyes that look at you like he might eat you whole andâ and he treats you likeâŠÂ
Like there was never anything wrong with you.
Even after that balmy afternoon spent in his sheets, with his mouth between your thighs, pulling noises out of you that youâd never even heard before, heâs been so perfectly so. Not pushy, yet still that lingering hunger you can see simmering beneath his skin, hidden in the flex of his fingers.Â
Part of you almost worries, a little niggle burrowed in the back of your mind, that it was all a fluke.
That nothing had really changed all that much between youâ that the next time things start getting heated, the chemistry wonât be there. Or itâll be weird and off, or you will be, and really, you were probably lucky to have that first time with Steve so good but you canât expect that again.Â
But then⊠there is one difference at least, to combat all your swarming thoughts a fluke. The kisses.Â
When you think of Steve Harrington and his playboy past, you canât say, of the words tossed around in the high school corridor, that clingy is something that comes to mind. Not that he had been described as anything other than charming⊠but you donât mind pleasant surprise of coming to learn this about Steve.Â
It means kisses all the time.Â
On your hands, scattered across your knuckles, when heâs dropping you home from a date. Kisses pressed to your hair and forehead, when heâs scooching past you, when heâs saying hello and his hands are busy, when you sit between his legs on the sofa.Â
He kisses your shoulders, up along the curve of your neck just to see if itâll still make you laugh a bit when he finds that ticklish spot beneath your ear. Adores sweeping back your hair to plant a kiss against your skin with the sweetest little âmwah!â so quiet you donât think youâre meant to hear it.Â
And your lips⊠you donât think theyâve ever been so kiss-bitten in your life.
One night with Steve can leave them blooming with colour, all the blood beneath them rushing with pleasure as he kisses your mouth soft â sometimes hard, sometimes sweet, always maddeningly.Â
He greets you with a kiss always, one hand curled gently around your chin to tilt it up perfectly. And always after, a grin spreads across his face, brown eyes crinkling and pink lips barely restrained his joy.Â
âHi, sweetheart.â Heâll always says, or some variation.
Which, yeah, thatâs new too. Sweetheart. You havenât quite figured out how to not melt to a gloopy gooey mess when he says it just yet. Itâs a damn good thing that your boyfriend is a gentleman and he politely doesnât comment when you fluster, only gets the smallest hint of a smirk.Â
For all your past worries about not kissing him for fear of leading him on, you hadnât realise quite how much you were depriving yourself of affection. Steveâs certainly turning you greedyâ and heâs all too happy to sate your appetite for it.Â
Today, itâs drizzly. The colour of the sky is a bright ashen grey, enough to warrant a headache and inspire a day inside. In the distance, you can see the thunder clouds rolling in and bringing a blanket of shadow with them.Â
They reach overhead much quicker than youâre expecting and youâre barely a block out from Steve's house before the rain starts coming down.Â
Try as you might, raincoat tucked tight around you, youâre still a bit drenched by the time you make it to Steveâs doorstep. One freezing finger presses the door bell. A chime sounds inside.Â
You rub your hands together to try warm them as you wait, cringing at the whisk of wind that twirls your hair up and about. Your hands shoot up and you nervously flatten the wild strands back downâ right as Steve opens the door.
Heâs got a towel around his neck, one hand scrubbing it into his wet hair. Judging from his ruffled t-shirt â put on in a rush and exposing his tummy â heâs just got out the shower. He looks surprised but happy to see you.
âSweetheart, hi-hoooooly shit,â He sticks his head out the door, eyes wide as he takes in the weather. His hair flicks as he turns back to you. âDid you walk the whole way from your house? In the rain?âÂ
Your shoulders form a meek shrug. Before you can speak, his hands are on your shoulders, tugging you inside, across the doorway. He kicks it shut behind you.Â
âChrist, honey, whatâd you do that for?â His hands fret a little bit, rubbing at your shoulders. He gently picks a piece of hair thatâs stuck to your cheek, placing it behind your ear.Â
âI mean,â You start, a little confused. Your hands tighten on your overnight bag, wringing the handle tightly. He knew you were coming over, right? âI thought weâ on the phone, we made a plan?âÂ
Steve breathes a soft laugh. âYeah, weâve got plans. But I wouldâve come got you instead of making you walk through the rain. Câmon, what  kind of boyfriend do you think I am?âÂ
His use of the word boyfriend still makes you glow. You smile, nope, you grin all cheesy â and it doesnât help at all when Steveâs hands trail down your jacket to hold your own. He wiggles the handles of your bag out from your frozen fingers and drops it behind him gently. His hands dart back to cover yours.
âDear god, I think youâre about two minutes from losing a finger.â His eyebrows have scrunched together in worry. He brings your hands up to his face, cupped in his own, and blows hot air on them. It tickles but you canât stop smiling.Â
He pulls them back, rubbing his thumbs over your icy fingers and peers down at them. Your heart coos at his concern.Â
âWhatâs the verdict doctor?â You jest, making your voice all breathy and dramatic. âAm I gonna make it?âÂ
Steve frowns harder at your hands, his face serious when he tilts it back up to face you. âIâm afraid weâre gonna have to amputate.âÂ
You gasp dramatically.Â
Steve grins. He runs over your hands once more, one of his fingers creeping up your wrist, trying to find a ticklish spot. You squeal a little, trying to pull back but he holds your hands firm in his own. He continues his serious voice.Â
âMaâam, Iâm sorry but itâs your whole arm. Weâre gonna have to chop it right off.âÂ
His fingers are half way up your sleeve, making it bunch up and youâre laughing so much itâs warming you up much faster than him blowing on your hands. You push his hand away playfully and Steve relents, putting his hands up in surrender.Â
âOkay, okay, you got me.â He grins. âIâm not a real doctor.â
You laugh again, reaching up to tuck back your hair thatâs fallen forward in your squirming. âUh huh, a real doofus is what you are.âÂ
Steve rolls his eyes endearingly, his hands reaching out to snag your waist this time. He tugs you closer. Your feet stumble and when you press against his chest, youâre delighted to find heâs very, very warm. You're definitely soaking his shirt a bit with your coat but if Steve cares, he doesn't say.
âJust realised I didnât properly say hello,â He murmurs, a little quieter than before.Â
And when one of his hands moves up and curls beneath your jaw, holding your chin gently, you know whatâs coming. If you werenât already holding your breath in anticipation, he probably wouldâve stolen it with his kiss.
His plush lips are soft and with a loving little hum, he kisses you.
All the lights around you look a little dewey and heart-shaped when Steve pulls back â though it may be just your own lovey-dovey eyes. You sigh without meaning to, all honeyed and sweet, and Steve softens immeasurably at the sound.Â
âOkay,â He shifts his hands back down to your hands, rubbing them lightly. âIâm not kidding, even your lips feel frozen. Dâya wanna take a quick shower just to warm up?âÂ
Something about you flushes at his suggestionâ a runaway thought about getting in his shower, it getting steamier and steamier, especially with Steve slipping in to join you halfway. You clear your throat to push away the thought and focus.Â
Your hair is wetter than youâd expected, sticking to your neck in cold tendrils. A shiver zips down your spine. All your scandalous thoughts aside, it sounds like a pretty good idea.Â
âYeah,â you nod gingerly. âYeah, okay, it wouldnât mind the warm up.âÂ
Steve steps back, bending down to scoop up your bag deftly. He holds it for you as you unbutton your coat as quick as you can with your frozen fingers, shivering in relief as you shed the drenched layer. Droplets of rain spray in the rustle. Your coat finds a home on a peg beside the door.
Itâs comforting how easy it is to follow Steve up the stairs, drinking in his cosy attire from behindâ gone are his usual tight fitting jeans. Instead, heâs donned what you guess is his pyjamas; a plain ringer tee and red, plaid, and long flannelette pants. His feet are warmed by fluffy socks that have reindeer prancing about the fabric. A flash of his tan ankle makes you stumble for a moment.
Steve trades your overnight bag, with a smile and a promise to keep it safe, for a pillowy white towel, soft as ever. He leads you into the bathroom off his bedroom, depositing your bag on his bed along the way.Â
His fingers find the switch for the heated towel rail and while you fold the towel over it neatly, heart humming in content at being taken care of, Steve starts the shower. He sticks one hand in, holding it under the spray and grimacing at the coldâ until the chill slips away beneath the steamy hot water.Â
âAlright,â Steve says, pulling his hand back. He gives it a little shake, droplets splattering on the tiles. âAll ready for my best girl.âÂ
He gives a cheesy and charismatic smile as he wipes his hand dry and if you were brave enough, you might give him a little thank you kiss for it. You arenât just yet â but when he moves to slip by you, you halt him with a soft hand on his torso.Â
âThank you.â you say, quieter than you intend. You push on the balls of your feet and plant a quick peck onto his cheek.Â
Pink blooms beneath where your lips touch. Steve looks like he melts a bit, lashes fluttering as he sucks in a sharp inhale. Turns out neither of you are getting any closer to getting used to the affection. Itâs sweet to know it goes both ways.Â
âIâm gonnaââ Steve breathes, his hand drifting up, his index finger pointed out to the door. âIâll be nearby if you need anything. Or if you fall. Just like, uh, yell- or scream. Orâ you know what, youâve taken a shower before.âÂ
He stumbles out towards the exit, pulling two awkward thumbs-up over his shoulders. The door swings shut behind him, closing with a quiet click.Â
Your clothes pool to the ground, a trail leading towards the shower as you move with haste. Though youâre sure the Harrington's wonât notice, you donât want to waste the hot water.Â
The heat soothes youâ swathes of relief washing down your body, picking up every piece of ice in your skin and sending it swirling down the drain. It doesnât take too long to get back to warm and toasty.Â
Still, when your eye catches on it, you canât resist. Steve has a body wash that smells heavenly. You pick it up, flick back the cap, and take a whiff â just to check itâs the one thatâs been infiltrating your very dreams. Steve, even on a daily basis, manages to smell so good it drives you close to delirium.Â
Youâre more than happy to steal it for yourself today. You take another sniff of the bottle in your grasp, just to inhale it with a sigh. The sweater he let you borrow the other week has the exact same smell; a musky perfumed scent, with a hint of bergamot.Â
You dollop some in your hand and lather it all over. Properly cleansed and throughly warmed up, you let the final suds whirlpool down the drain before shutting the tap off and stepping out. The fluffy porcelain coloured towel is toasty in your hands as you pluck it off the rail.  A sigh in appreciation comes out as you dry off, twisting it around yourself.Â
Itâs as you stand there, refreshed and smelling of Steve, in just a towel, do you realise youâve forgotten to bring in clothes to change into.Â
On his bed, Steve sits idle â because what else is Steve supposed to do when youâre in his shower? When youâre naked in his shower. Naked in his shower and probably using his soap and lathering it up down your body and on your boobs andâ oh my god, soapy boobs andâÂ
Steveâs pulls himself from his thoughts with a rapid shake of his head, just in time for the bathroom door to rattle open and your shining face to peek through.Â
You look a little flushed, maybe from the heat, or from the lack of clothing. Steve can see your bare shoulder, his eyes tracking a drop as it rolls down your collarbone. None of this helps his runaway thoughts.Â
He stands up without thought. Then he realises how strange he might look, like a dog standing to attention.Â
âFeeling boober?â Steve says, like an idiot. Heat floods his face as he realises his flub. âBETTER! Are you feeling better?âÂ
Heâs thankful that you at least laugh, a pretty sound that you tuck behind your hand. You have the nerve to wiggle your eyebrows at him, a far cry from the confidence heâs come to expect from you in the past. Steve canât denyâ he adores it.Â
âWhat are you thinking about?âÂ
âGod,â Steve groans. He shoves his face into his hands and turns around, his back to you. His words are muffled over his shoulder. âDonât even ask me that right now.âÂ
Another laugh titters out of you. Steve canât resist peering over his shoulder. The steam curls out through the gap of the door, leaving dew on your skin. You look ethereal, like a dewy angel from a dream.
âAlright,â you relent playfully. Youâre fighting a smile and losing, badly. Steve yearns. âCan you please pass me my bag?âÂ
This next time the door opens again and you step out, thereâs less tantalising skin to tease Steve and his wandering mind. Thereâs still a flash of wet skin, the curve between your shoulder and neck. Steve wants to lick it, kiss it, devour it til the skin beneath is riddled with the bruises of a lover.Â
For a moment, youâre simply admired â Steveâs eyes on you, adoring and soft, as you creep out the bathroom like you donât want to make too much noise.Â
You notice in your absence Steve has cajoled a little tray table into his room, tucked up at the foot of his bed. Atop it sits a chunky television, antennae sticking up in perfectly straight lines. The ones at home on yours are slightly warped from all the readjusting.Â
âHey,â Steve says. Heâs on the bed this time, and while he doesnât get up this time, he sits up straighter as you emerge from the bathroom. You put your bag down, abandoning it by the door and try to quell your nerves.Â
Steve, unless heâs somehow obtained x-ray vision and hadnât told you, canât see the nice matching set youâve got beneath your comfy clothes.Â
He wonât see itâ unless this night goes where you think it might, where you hope it might, but even still, the thought manages to make you fluster.Â
âHi.â You say back, voice closer to a whisper.Â
The bed sinks beneath your weight as you climb on to situate yourself beside Steve. Heâs all soft corners and crinkled eyes, his arm raised up in an instant for you to tuck yourself under. Even warmer in his arms, your heart delights when he gives you a little squeeze.
âAlright, movie time!â The television at the foot of the bed pulls Steve away from you. He unwinds his arm enough to crawl down the bed. The grey ringer shirt he has one slips forward a bit and at your angle, you can catch more than a sliver of his tan tummy.Â
Without thinking, your thighs press together tightly as heat flares between them. You can trace the alluring wiry trail of hair with your eyes until it disappears into his pyjama pants, continuing out of sight. A part of your wants.Â
You want to see where it goes, want to curl your fingers into his waistband and work it downwards, you want find out if the moles go all the way down his thighs like you hope they do.
Hunger sinks its teeth into your skin; a hunger youâve been getting more and more familiar with.Â
âOkay, pervert,â Steveâs cheeky remark shakes you from your thoughts and you start to stammer. Heâs clearly caught you staring. âCanât say I blame you for oglingââÂ
âI was notââ Â
ââ because I have been told before that I have a very distracting and attractive behind.âÂ
You sputter and despite your best efforts, a little laugh splutters through as well because well, yeah, heâs not wrong â but your brain is stuck on repeat with something else entirely.Â
Tummy, tummy, tummy, the hair on his tummy, the hair leading down into his pants. Â
âYeah, uh huh, okay, Harrington,â You slump back against the pillows with a dramatic sigh, clearly teasing. âIf you say so.âÂ
The television flickers to life right as Steve lunges back towards you with all the energy of a labrador puppy. He squishes down onto you so quickly that you actually squeal in surprise.Â
âOh, Iâm back to just Harrington now?â He pouts, squeezing even closer to you. Youâre laughing, flattened beneath him in a way that you canât even wiggle your arms out. Heâs draped across you dramatically. You trust him completely.Â
âItâs your name, isnât it?âÂ
âI thought my name was,â He leans closer and kisses your neck. âBoyfriend. Or baby. Orrrrrr,âÂ
He kisses up your neck and onto your cheek. His hazel eyes are bright, crinkled in his grin so much that his lashes kiss in the corner. He kisses your nose. âHandsome.âÂ
âMmmhm,â you revel in the never-ending affection, glowing from the inside with happiness. You wiggle your arms to make Steve push himself up, just enough to free them from being smothered against your chest. Free to roam, your hands find the sides of his face.Â
âWhat aboutâŠâ You begin. Steve watches you closely, evidently gleeful from the touchiness of your hands. He pushes into your palm, turning to kiss it fast. âMy snookums.âÂ
You exaggerate the word, your voice going all sugary to butter it up. You watch as emotions ripple across Steveâs faceâ the twitch in his nose as he tries not to outright frown at you. How polite he is.Â
Itâs only as he catches the grin spreading across your face, wicked and just loving watching him squirm at the terrible pet-name, does he catch on to your jest. A sigh of relief and a chuckle whooshes out of him at once.Â
âOh, thank God youâre joking.â He drops all his weight into your waiting hands, grinning when you let his face flops forward into your chest. His words are completely muffled as he speaks into your chest. âThat couldâve been serious grounds for a breakup.â
You huff a laugh and nudge him up best you can. âYeah, alright, drama queen. Your movie is starting.âÂ
Steveâs head pops up, his head twisting back towards the television like he had forgotten about its existence until you had mentioned it.Â
âOh true,â He says. He pushes up off you to sit himself up, shuffling back so instead you can lean on him. Re-situating his arms around you, Steve hums absentmindedly as he throws a leg over you, tangling it with yours. Thoroughly intertwined, you both sink back into the pillows.Â
The credits roll up and off the screen, the first five minutes of the film whisked away while you and Steve were settling down. Now, the opening scene begins, the grainy picture on the screen buzzing as it plays the VHS.Â
You get approximately two minutes of silence, your and Steveâs heads turned towards the television, until distraction kicks in.
You do your best to ignore it as his head turns towards you, your eyes still focused on the screen, but all your attention runs to Steve. He nudges a little closer to you, his nose pressing into your temple and right as you realise heâs smelling you, he saysâÂ
âDid you use my body wash?âÂ
You freeze.Â
âIâ was I not supposed to?â Your voice comes out a bit weaker than intended.Â
Steve lets out a soft noise, somewhere between a sigh and a groan, only worrying you further. He starts to shift around a bit, retracting his leg back an inch, his nose no longer nudging close along your temple; all actions that contrast his assuring words.Â
âNo, no, no, itâs fine, youâre fineââ Despite his words, he shifts again. His hips shuffle backward, one of his hands moving down subtlety as he can to fuss with his pyjama pants.Â
It takes about two more seconds for you to get it â clued in by Steveâs suddenly scarlet cheeks and his embarrassed expression.Â
Your mouth drops open a bit unwittingly.Â
âAre youââÂ
âYes.â Steve grates out. He abandons fixing the growing tent in his pants to cover his face with his hands, rolling slightly away from you. You can feel the heat of his embarrassment radiating off him. His words are slightly muffled from behind his palms.Â
âIâm so sorry. I didnât meanâ I didnât even realise that was something that got me going until, like, right this second.â Â
Itâs adorable that heâs so flustered and that heâs apologising. Youâve never had that happen before. Youâve never had someone so conscious of how it might seemâ never someone like Steve who doesnât seem to come with any expectations.Â
A thread of relief jolts through you. It reaffirms what you already know; anything you want to do will be done on your terms.Â
And with his eyes covered up, if you glance down at his pants for good hard lookâŠ. well, thatâs between you and the universe.
âSteve,â your fingers curl around one of his wrists, tugging it gently. You try to coax his face out of hiding, your smile somewhere between giggly and endeared. âItâsâ itâs okay, really, you donât have to apologise. Iâ I mean, Iâm honestly flattered.âÂ
Steve deflates a bit, torn between relief and his still persistent concern. He had made a committed plan that he wouldnât make any moves until you initiated it first and yet, here he was, like every other male in Hawkins. Popping a boner the moment you settle down to innocently cuddle. God, heâs the worst!
A pout forms on his lips. He wishes he could rewind the last 2 minutes and spend the whole movie holding his breath.Â
âWhat is it about the body wash?âÂ
Your question takes him by surprise, given the way his other hand drops off from covering his face. He blinks up at you, cheeks still with a hint of cherry red.Â
âI- I dunno.â He admits. âLike I said I didnât even realise thatâŠâÂ
Steveâs cheeks flush with colour again. He clears his throat. âThat would have that effect on me.âÂ
Something within you preens, a fire stoked by his honest admission; a zing shooting down your spine because you donât think you will ever get used to hearing how Steve wants you.
âWell,â you begin, the word more timid than you hoped it would be. You clear your throat and cast a glance at the television, feigning casualness. âIf I was the causeâŠâÂ
You let your hand come up, brushing across his warm tummy. Look up at him through your lashes, hoping, praying it looks sexier than youâre feelingâ which is somewhere between flustered and foolish.
Still, Steveâs throat bobs. You watch his eyes dart down to your lingering hand, an inch or so above his waistband.Â
âMaybe, I can be the remedy.âÂ
A tiny groan scrapes out of Steveâs throat, like he would love nothing more. Even so, he pins you with a sincere look, hazel eyes burning into yours.Â
âYou donât have to do that.â He assures you. âI meanââ He coughs awkwardly. âIt will go away, uh, in time.âÂ
âIâm aware how it works, Steve.âÂ
âOh, are you?â Steve jokesâ laughing when you wallop him in the chest. He grabs your hand, stopping your assault mid-motion with a cheeky smile. âOkay! Okay, I deserved that.âÂ
He releases your hand and you let it fall onto his chest. Nerves prickle beneath your skin but with them is something new, something youâve only gained since your time with Steve; anticipation.Â
Steeling your anxiety, you let your hand trail down his chest slowlyâ enough time that he could halt you before you embarrassed yourself. But he doesnât. Steve watches you closely, his chest rising and falling a bit harder as your hand nears his waistband.Â
This time, you donât stop. You let your fingers brush over the tented fabric hesitantly, torn between wanting to watch your hand or to see his face. As confidently as you can, you palm across his bulgeâ feeling the heat of his hard length thickening up under your hand.Â
Steve groans lowly.Â
You look up at him as you rub him softly, taking in his large pupils and pink lips. Heâs watching you too, his eyes darting between your face and the hand on his cock.Â
âIs this okay?â You check. The movie crackles on in the background, idle noise. Steve nods quickly, a curl of his hair falling down onto his forehead.Â
âYeah,â He says, voice breathier than it was a minute ago. You try out a harder rub, beginning to feel out the shape of his cock, and you curl your fingers around it. Steve groans again, a little bit louder, his eyelashes fluttering.Â
Still, he composes himself enough to ask, âIs this okay for you?âÂ
âHmmm,â you draw out the noise, the smile on your face giving away your faux-thinking. You squeeze him again, right as you murmur, âMaybe make that noise again and Iâll see.âÂ
But any noise he makes is captured in your mouth as he surges forward, one of his hands curling up under your jaw. His fingers slide into your hair and his lips are sweet and soft, hungry for more against your own.Â
You canât help but melt under his kisses, body relaxing into the sheets as you let yourself be kissed breathlessly. A warmth pools deep within your chest, drooling down into your stomach. Anticipations sinks in. Your thighs rub together.Â
Losing the nerve and the focus, your hand slips up to cup at Steveâs hipâ but if he cares, he doesnât show it. Instead, he takes it as a cue to press forward, leaning his weight onto on his elbows to hold his weight as he shifts up, his lips never leaving yours.Â
Itâs one smooth motion, the way he slips a leg between your own, his body held up and hovering above yours. He kisses, slow and languid. You ache. Your lips havenât ever been so kissed before.Â
It isnât until his thigh shifts up and presses just right do you notice it properly â unable to swallow your shallow gasp, lips halting against Steveâs as a bolt of pleasure blooms deep in your gut. Your eyelashes flutter, a shadow of embarrassment threatening your cheeks.Â
âSâokay?â Steve whispers, not relenting any of his closeness. His lips brush yours.Â
You nod gently, a quiet hum sounding in your throat. Youâre not entirely sure you can form words right now. Not when it feels like your heartbeat is everywhere â when you can feel the heat between your legs, the tightness of your nipples as they peak, the undeniable thrum of lust building within you.Â
And certainly not when you can feel Steve, his hardness pressed up against your thigh, his pupils bigger than usual. Theyâre ringed in that hazel you loveâ a colour that might be your new favourite ever.Â
Fuck, youâre in deep. What an incredibly sappy thought to have while youâre getting hot and bothered. Did Steve think that way about you too? Think about the colour of your eyes while he kissed your mouth?
âIâŠâ You finally find your voice and Steve pulls back a couple inches so he can see you properly. His eyes dart over your face adoringly, his lips rosy red from all the kisses and quirked into a smile. He looks at you as if youâre everything.Â
âI want toâŠâ You say, unable to find the words to finish your sentence. Embarrassment winds up inside you, ready to spring free but Steve seems uncaring at your hesitance.Â
âYou wanna what?âÂ
He kisses the corner of your mouth with a hum. Endlessly patient. Somehow your stomach churns a little faster at that. Nerves stand up on their end, a thousand uneasy prickles over your body.Â
âI want to.â You say this time, firmer. âDo more.âÂ
It still sounds too mousy coming out and you see a flicker of something on Steveâs face.Â
âIf you do, I mean.â You add on quickly. âI want to if you do.â
Steve huffs a quiet laugh, like the idea of checking in with him was a bit absurd. His gaze roams over your face slowly, taking his fine time just looking at you. He looks as though he doesnât quite know what to say.Â
He lands on, âYou donât seem sure.âÂ
Your heart flip-flops at the wrinkle between his eyebrows, his concern evident. He fixes you with a serious, sincere look.
You nod, your hair scrunching up against the pillow as you do. âI am. I justâŠâÂ
You sink your teeth into your bottom lip and worry it, thinking of how to put this. Youâve said it before, youâve told him how it was in the past, how you hadnât enjoyed it and yetâŠ
Feeling too squirmish under Steveâs intense stare, you avert your eyes to look at the ceiling and swallow the knot in your throat.Â
Your voice comes out a whisper. âI want to try but Iâm not sureâ I just I canât promise that Iâll- that yâknow, IââÂ
Eyes crushing closed, you try to seize your bubbling anxiety before it seizes you. This is Steve. You trust him wholly. Just a moment ago you were thinking about how much you like him andâ
âHey,â Steve murmurs lowly, nudging his nose into yours. Your eyes open. He smiles softly when he says, âI have no interest in doing something you donât enjoy.âÂ
The protest flounders up inside you before you can stop it. âButââÂ
âSo,â He cuts you off pointedly. âIf we give it a go and you donât like it, thatâs okay. We can just figure out what you do enjoy, okay?â
For a long moment, you just stare up at him. Â
âYeah? So we can just try and if it⊠If IâŠâ You flounder for words, sounding like you think it must be too good to be true. You stare up at the ceiling as you try to verbalise the biggest hurdle, the final niggling worry.
You peer back up at Steveâs face. âYou⊠you wouldnât be disappointed if we started but then I wanted to stop?âÂ
Some emotion shutters across Steveâs face, a flash of devastation. You mistake it for annoyance.Â
An unwelcome hitch suddenly twists in your stomach. âI'm sorry, I know that youâ we already- last time, we talked about this and I should knowââÂ
âStop it,â Steve interrupts with a soft shake of his head. âStop doing that, itâs fine to feel unsure or- or to not know what you like. It takes time and experience to figure what you do like.âÂ
His hand shifts up, brushing the hair back from your forehead. He leaves it there, the warmth of his hand a comfort. His fingers curl lightly into your hair.Â
âThatâs all I wanna do,â He breathes softly, his lips tugging up at the corners. He looks unbearably earnest, his brown eyes shining. âJust wanna do what you like. Wanna figure out what you like.âÂ
He leans down and kisses your cheek. Then your jaw. Then that soft sensitive spot under your ear. You squirm but this time for all the right reasons.Â
âYâwant me to do that?â He murmurs.Â
Youâre breathing a little heavier and when Steve nips at your earlobe sparingly, just a love bite and a flash of teeth, your breath catches loudly. Desire surges through you, hot and straight between your legs.Â
It takes another moment to remember heâs asked you a question.Â
âYeahâŠâ you breathe. You wanna nod but you donât want him to stop what heâs doing. Your throat bobs as you swallow. âI wanna do that. Wannaâ wanna learn what you like too.âÂ
Steve hums, a pleased sound, and he kisses languidly at your neck. His lips, soft and plush, scrape against your skin in a way that gathers heat low in your gut. Your hips tilt forward an inch, moving against his thigh almost imperceptibly.
âYeah?âÂ
The way he says it, the way the word rolls out of his mouth, all husky and low, makes your nipples peak.Â
âWe get to learn together, hm?â He kisses your neck again. The soft press of his tongue and the gentle scrape of his teeth have you gripping the sheets, almost white knuckled.Â
Suddenly, you canât stand to not be touching him. Your hands fly from the sheets, fingers curling around his midriff, feeling at the warm skin. His t-shirt is warmed by him. You slip your hands beneath it as he bites where your shoulder meets your neck, soft enough to make you sigh.Â
Your hand finds skin. Finally, finally, you get your hands on that damned happy trail thatâs been all but haunting your daydreams for the past months.Â
As Steve kisses down your neck, you trace the line of hair with your finger slowly. Your thumb strokes the coarse hair all the way down to his waistband, gentle and hungry all at onceâ trying to commit it all to memory. Unwittingly, Steve shivers at the motion.Â
âFuck,â his breath shudders against your neck. He tucks his face in closer, fighting the urge to press his body up against yours and grind. You feel the twitch in his hips anyway. âYou drive me crazy.âÂ
âMe too,â you gasp when he pulls off your neck, blowing cool air across the heated skin heâs been dedicating himself to. You wonder if a bruise will come up, beautiful and kiss-bitten. You clench a little at the thought, the heat between your thighs only increasing.Â
A mark from himâ a mark of a lover.Â
You want to give one to him too. Managing to remember you can do things with your hands, other than just pawing at his back, you shift them up to curl into his hair. Tugging gently, you coax his face up enough so you can nose alone the length of his neck.Â
Steveâs panting and you can hear his breath catch when you start planting kiss after kiss on his skinâ dragging your bottom lip across those glorious moles you adore so much.Â
Without meaning to, you press him back and Steve lets himself roll back onto the mattress, his hands tugging you closer. You take the invitation and struggle for a moment to get up over his hips, one leg too tangled in the blanket on the bed.Â
âMy leg,â you laugh weakly, having to retract a hand from his hair to free it. When you do, you settle down, straddling his hips, and try not to lose your confidence. Still, you canât help apologising. âSorry.âÂ
Steve peers up at you lovingly, frowning a little when you apologise. âWhat? No, itâs fine.âÂ
He shifts one hand and grabs the loose blanket beside you and then hefts it up, throwing it as far as he can off the bed with a grunt. It lands somewhere behind you with a soft noise.Â
âBlanketâs fault.â He says, brown eyes back on you. âFreaking cockblock. I got rid of him, babe, donât worry.âÂ
You snort a little, leaning down to kiss his perfect lips.
âMy hero.â You murmur sarcastically against them.Â
âOoh, say that again, baby,â Steve moans exaggeratedly, throwing his head back onto the pillow dramatic, his eyes screwed shit. Â
You laugh, unknowingly relaxing a little further into him. You swat at his chest.Â
âSteve.âÂ
âOh!â He moans again, all girlish and fake, and twists his head in the other direction. âI love it when you say my name like Iâm an idiot!âÂ
You gasp, but itâs still hidden in your laughter as you hit his chest again, for a different reason this time.Â
âDonât say that!â You say genuinely. âI donât think youâre an idiot.âÂ
Steve drops the act, his eyes creasing open to shine up at you. Heâs glowing beneath you, cheeks a bit flushed and grinning like heâs a little bit in love with you. You think he might be.Â
âNo, you donât.â He agrees. He soothes his hands up and down your sides. âOnly idiot is that idiot who let you think there was anything wrong with you.âÂ
âUgh,â you scoff. âPlease donât bring him up ever againâ least of all when weâre in bed.âÂ
Steve squeezes your sides gently and smiles up at you like he hasnât heard a word youâve said. âNoted.âÂ
And then you kiss him.Â
For a couple of minutes itâs this easy, lazy making out that you love. Though, itâs like thereâs a furnace turning up beneath you both, the intensity getting more feverish with every kiss. When Steve finally pulls back from you, panting, he looks as flustered as you feel.Â
âCan I take these off?âÂ
His fingers are curled into the waistband of your pyjama pants. You nod before you can overthink it, letting him shimmy them down your thighs and settling yourself down on the comforter. Steve sits up a bit beside you, to tug them down your legs and off your ankles.Â
Steveâs focus is on his hands but your gaze is stuck on his faceâ and you watch as he tosses your pants behind him carelessly. His eyes fix on your cunt, hidden away behind your lacy panties.Â
âWoah,â he murmurs softly, eyes flicking up to meet yours. He leans down on his elbows, one arm on either side of your hips and pings the elastic on the cutest lingerie you own. âThese are very pretty.âÂ
He sounds like he means it, his voice tinged with lust. It gives you a moment of confidence.Â
âYeah?â You ask. You slide your hands up, pushing your shirt up gingerly as you to reveal the matching bra to him.
Even from your distance, you can see how Steveâs pupils dilate, blowing way out. âYou like them?âÂ
Steve letâs out a pained noise as his head flops over, his nose pressed into your hipbone. One of his hands reaches down between his legs, adjusting himself in his pants.Â
He looks back up at you, hair a bit mussed, and pouts.
âThatâs not fair! Thatâs so not fair. Did you plan this? Blindside me by wearing my body wash and then surprise me with matching lingerie?âÂ
The way he says it, all faux accusatory, makes you grin. He sits up long enough to tug his own shirt off, discarding it behind him, and crawls up the bed to kiss you. You catch a glint of the single chain he wears around his neck before he's kissing you.
âYouââ Kiss. âlookââ Kiss. âsoââ Kiss. âfuckinâââ Kiss. âhot.âÂ
He pulls back, taking a moment to just gaze at you before he leans back further, scuttling down the sheets til heâs paused between above your legs.Â
Something within you flares hotly at the memory of the last time he was in the position. You feel a warm pulse in your cunt, a trickle of slick coating your panties. Your hips shift an inchâ half nerves, half anticipation.
Steve kisses you over your panties, like last time, the first chaste and on your clit. The next is a little lower, a little slower, his lips parting further and his tongue pressing languidly against your core. You squirm, breathing a little heavier.Â
His hands grips gently at your hips, moving up to smooth over your thighs. He lets his fingers slip forward, the tips of them pressing lightly into your inner thighs. He pulls them further apart and ruins you a bit when he kisses sweet along the skin of your thigh.Â
âIâm pretty sure we could just do this every time and Iâd be happy,â Steve says, but itâs paired a chuckle fringed with nerves.
He looks up at you and you realise it is a bit of nervousnessâ like heâs worried you might find it embarrassing just how much he likes it.Â
Your blood hums in response, warmer, all of it rushing down your body. You donât know quite what to say to that, so you say, âYeah?âÂ
Steve smiles, that flash of nervousness already gone or cleverly hidden. He gives your thighs a gentle squeeze with his large hands and rubs his cheek up against one of them.Â
âAre you kidding me? I think Iâd do anything you wanted just to hear those noises you made again.âÂ
Your lips part slightly in surprise. Heâs always so startlingly honest and forward with his feelings but, somehow, it still manages takes you by surpriseâ that heâs not at all shy about how much he likes you.Â
Scrambling for an appropriately sexy response, you come up blank and instead decide to press your thighs together. Between them, Steveâs cheeks squish forward, his lips forming an absurdly funny pout.Â
âHey!â He exclaims.
It comes out a little muffled with his face squidged up and the mixture of both his face and voice makes you laugh. You release him, legs falling apart, feeling the breath of his laugh again your skin.Â
âKidding, you can warm my ears anytime you want, honey,â Heâs still grinning up at you when he says it. Part of you know heâs being completely serious.Â
Your gut burns low. You resist the urge to squirm, feeling the heat chase down to your cunt. Itâs hard to relax when he manages to make you feel so keyed up.Â
âStop getting distracted.â You jest.Â
âYou stop getting distracted,â He jibes back, but his focus drifts back down, his eyes darkening with a fiery lust.Â
He rubs the skin of your thighs again, soothingly, and lets one hand creep forward til his knuckles are brushing up against the edge of your panties. His thumb presses forward, into the wet spot youâve soaked through.Â
Even so, he still asks, âHow we doinâ? Still feeling good?âÂ
You nod quickly, then think verbal confirmation is probably far better. âYeah, still good.âÂ
Realising youâre staring up at the ceiling, hard, you flick your eyes down between your legs. Even if it doesnât feel particularly sexy, you still have to say it. âThank you for checking.âÂ
âOf course,â Steve says. He pinches the elastic of your panties lightly, his eyebrows raising in question. âGonna take these off, yeah? Then you let me know if you donât like anything Iâm doing.âÂ
Despite your history, a huge part of you wants to say yeah, fat chance of that because yeah, youâre beginning to wonder if your boyfriend has some genuinely magical fingers. And a magical mouth. And wait, does that mean his coâ
The thought gets ripped away as you feel your panties get tugged downwards and you quickly lift your hips to help. Though heâs seen you bare before, itâs impossible to stop the flush that rolls through your body, hot and tinged with embarrassment. You want to close your legs but Steve between them prevents that from happening.Â
âHere,â Steve hums, reaching a hand up to scoop up your own from the bedsheets.
He gives it a quick kiss on the palm and then moves it up to land in his hair. âYou let me know how mâdoing, okay?âÂ
Your fingers curl into his brunette locks automatically and grip tightly when he leans in, his hot tongue dipping between your folds. Pleasure drips into your body as he begins to lick softly, his skilled tongue finding your bundle of nerves quickly and twisting around it.Â
Heat builds. You close your eyes and let yourself enjoy it, soft pants escaping your lips as Steve kisses and suckles where youâre most sensitive, til thereâs a moan lacing every breath.Â
Fuck, heâs so good at this. How is he so good at this?Â
One of his hands on your thighs starts to knead gently as the other one slides forward, til his thumb is rested at your slicked entrance. He hasnât stopped sucking on your clit but your sudden sharp inhale catches his attention.Â
âSorry,â you say instinctively.Â
âItâs fine,â Steve soothes, his thumb circling around your soaked hole, which clenches in response.
He kisses your thigh. Desire burns you up from within, your fingers twisting a little tighter in his hair, giving away your nerves.Â
âWeâre just figuring out what you like, yeah?â He muses, his words half comfort, half lust.Â
You nod but donât speak, trying to trust him enough to let his words calm you. Steve gives you a moment to breathe before he resumes the work with his mouth, his hot mouth suckling at your clit once again.Â
He waits until youâre back to those quiet, shy lusty little noises before he tries again, prodding softly at your entrance in warning before he gently sinks his finger in. You gasp again, hands tightening in his hair â as something molten hot shoots right up your spine.Â
âSteve,â you cry out his name. It feels... good, which feels like a fucking miracle in itself. He begins to fuck the finger in and out slowly, still lapping at your clit. A heat that youâve only felt once before starts to nip at your skin, bleeding into each nerve.Â
Your panting grows heavier and without meaning to, you clench down around him, desperate for a little more.Â
âSee, you like that one, huh?â Steve mumbles against you, his dark eyes flashing up to take in your face contorted in pleasure. His cock thickens unbearably in his pants, too confined. You nod, hair scrunching up against the pillow.Â
âYeaâyes,â You say, feeling your hips rock down an inch. You want more of that.Â
Steve obliges, more than willingly, adding another finger. It slides in with little resistance. Itâs hotter than anything else to get to see you like this, pliant and horny, rocking your hips against his mouth.Â
To get to make you like thisâ sucking on your cute little clit and fucking his fingers in, hearing the adorable squelch of your wetness. Youâre so turned on it makes his brain melt a bit, the way youâre leaking all over his fingers. Steveâs cock throbs desperatelyâ but he wants to make sure youâre stretched out enough to take him. If you want that, that is.
He eases one more finger in, keeping a careful watch on your face to see how you take it. You keen beautifully, back arching slightly as he curls his fingers and begins to stretch you out.Â
You pant deliriously, these tiny whimpers beginning to slip out your throat. Steve wishes he could see your face, the cute scrunch of your brows as you moanâ but happily settles for latching his lips back onto your cunt.Â
Three fingers feel even better than two, you find, as you grip the sheets tightlyâ youâre throbbing but in this torturous way, balancing on the edge of too much and not enough. Thereâs a hint of pain lingering at the back, but not enough to distract you from the pleasure.Â
It takes you by surprise then, when the pleasure suddenly tapers off, your eyes creasing up open and head popping up. You realise Steve is slowly stopping, his slick fingers slipping out of you as he sits back up a bit.Â
âWhyâd you stop?â You say without thinking.
Flushing, you quickly follow it up. âEveryâ everything okay?âÂ
God, you sound wiped. Your chest is still heaving and your clit twitches, missing the stimulation of your boyfriendâs mouth. The air smells honeyed and perfumed with sex.Â
âYou tell me,â Steve murmurs sweetly, his lips grazing the inside of your knee in an almost kiss. âYou said you wanted to do more. Is this enough more?âÂ
Your heart nearly bursts in the pure consideration. God, heâs so fucking nice to you. So unbothered to take things your pace, so attuned to making you feel good. You know that you could happily do this more for the rest of the night.Â
But itâs not what you had in mind â and the longer you wait, the more youâre beginning to crave getting Steve to a similar state youâre in. Moaning, flushed in the face, his hands buried in your hair.Â
âWe can do more,â You say, your voice dropping back into that shy whisper.Â
Steve watches you closely, his hand still absentmindedly rubbing at your thigh dotingly.Â
You clear your throat and speak a little louder. âI wanna do more.âÂ
âYeah?â Steve says, his grin growing. He huffs and shakes his head a little, dropping your gaze.Â
âI mean, believe me, even if we justââ He gestures vaguely between your thighs. ââ did this all night? Night well spent.âÂ
You know he means it, especially with his hungry gaze that dips back down, his tongue slipping out to lick his bottom lip briefly.
You press up onto one elbow and reach out one hand, hooking your finger over the one single chain he wears. Thereâs a ring looped on it, the one you gave him as a promise, and just the sight of it makes you glow inside.Â
You tug the chain forward lightly and him with it, Steve shifting up the bed til youâre nearly face to face, his frame hovering above you. The beds dips beneath his hands as they crawl up to either side of your waist, his intense eyes locking onto your face. He might be holding his breath.Â
Swallowing, you move up and press your lips to his in a slow, soft kiss. It turns deeper, hotter, heavier. You swipe your tongue into his mouth and Steve lets out a pitiful noise in response, pressing his mouth against yours desperately.Â
Drawing back with a little gasp, you open your eyes and repeat your earlier sentiment, âI want to do more.âÂ
Steve watches you, his exhale shaking slightly. You dot a kiss on his cheek quick, pulling back to meet his eyes.
âI want to do more with you.âÂ
A kiss on his other cheek, just as fast. Pink blooms beneath where your lips touch.
âI want to do more, right now.âÂ
Steve smiles splits into a grin, his eyes shining as he chuckles, the sound doused in fondness. âOkay, okay, I got the message,â He murmurs.Â
Pushing back to sit on his heels, he turns and rummages around in his bedside table for a moment. You lay back on the pillows and try catch your breath, knowing itâs only a matter of time before itâs stolen once more.Â
When Steve pulls back, thereâs a row of condoms in one hand and a bottle of lube in the other. He tears off one of the condoms and throws the rest of them behind him without thought.
You canât help but tilt your head up, neck straining a bit, not wanting to look away for a moment as Steve raises onto his knees and pushes his boxers down. His cock kicks up, released from its confines with a soft slap against his happy trail.Â
Unwittingly, your mouth waters a bit.
And look, youâve seen a dick before, okay? Itâs pretty hard to sleep with someone and not see one, unless you have your eyes closed the entire time.Â
But Steveâs cock isâŠÂ pretty.Â
Pink and aching, the head of it slick with a bit of pre-cumâ that you realise heâs gotten from being worked up whilst eating you out. You gush a little at the dizzying thought.Â
You want to touch it â or put it in your mouth so you can drool over it, can suck on it, can feel the heady weight of it on your tongue. Or, as you realise what the ache of your cunt means, you really, really want him to fuck you with it.Â
Instinct drives your thighs apart, beckoning him between them. Steveâs eyes darken as he notes the motion, moving a bit more hastily to tear the condom packet open. He rolls it down his length, quick and precise.Â
âOkay,â Steve breathes, reaching out for the lube and drizzling a generous amount into his palm. He keeps the bottle within reach as he slicks it over his heavy cock, a beautiful groan pushing out his throat as he does.Â
âOkay,â He says again, a little breathier than before. Shuffling forward, Steve lines himself up with your core gently before halting. His eyes dart up to your face.
âYou let me know if thereâs anything you donât like or you wanna stop.âÂ
You nod, his ardent care only serving to fuel your lust. Youâll coo over it in the afterglowâ right now you want to be around him, want to feel him pulsing inside you, want to feel full where youâre suddenly feeling so, so empty.Â
Steve shifts forward, beginning to sink into you with a low groan of pleasure.Â
The first few seconds are bliss â Steveâs done his job well at warming you up and something hungry awakens with a burst of pleasure as you take the first few inches.
Then, something a little more uncomfortable joins the mix.Â
You try not to squirm, disappointment inflating as your pleasure is robbed by the twinges of pain. Itâs not unbearable but youâre enjoying yourself less. Steve moves in another inch and then discomfort abruptly becomes pain.
You inhale sharply, teeth gritted together, and Steve stops moving in an instant.Â
âWoah, yâokay?âÂ
You nod, even as your eyes slip shut. Half of this is a mental game, you know thatâyouâll never loosen up if you donât try to relax.Â
âYeah,â you say quietly, voice a bit tight. âJustâ just gimme a minute.âÂ
Steve murmurs a quiet sure but after a moment he says, âWait, lemmeââ and moves forward so heâs hovering above you instead of sitting back, your faces much closer now. The jostling doesnât help but having Steve closer does.Â
He keeps his hips as still as he can and kisses your cheek. You donât open your eyes just yet, willing yourself desperately to relax, to enjoy it. You take a deep breath.
âWe can stop,â Steve whispers.Â
You shake your head. Creasing your eyes open, you move your hands up so you can twine them around Steveâs neck in almost a hug. Steve leans down and kisses your cheek again, then steals a kiss from your lips.Â
âI wannaââ You gasp, frustration mounting at how the pain doesnât seem to be subsiding. You sound miserable as you cling to him closer. âI want this to work.âÂ
âItâs okay if it doesnât,â Steve responds, his arm shifting up so he can trace his thumb over your cheekbone.Â
The movement moves his hips forward another inch, pain spiking so severely that you wince aloud, your face pinched in discomfort. Thatâs all it takes for Steve to shift back, easing out of you gently. Youâre devastated at the relief that follows.Â
âOkay, Iâm not doing that if it hurts youââÂ
âIt wasnât,â You lie fruitlessly. You know Steve heard your winceâbut maybe if you lie, you can trick your body.Â
Hands coming up to cover your face, you scrunch your eyes up, annoyed at how they sting with tears so quickly. Your voice is all wobbly when you say, âIâm sorry. I'm sorry, I really want this to work, Steve.âÂ
Steve aches at your words, moving in to tug at your hands. His voice is soft, sweet.
âHey, hey, I know that, sweetheart.âÂ
You donât let him in, hands still shielding your face. He kisses your knuckles instead, his thumbs swiping up and down your wrists comfortingly.Â
He waits a moment before he continues, voice buttery soft, âI know you want this. Itâs not your fault if your body only likes it some ways and not others. You canât control that and I know that.â Â
You take one deep breath and it shudders as you inhale, sounding far too teary for Steveâs liking. He tugs at your wrists again, relieved when you let him pull them away tentatively. You arenât crying but you look damn near close.Â
âWhatâs got you so upset, huh?â Steve coos, nuzzling in close, his nose brushing against yours.
He releases your wrists to cup your face, tender and soft, his brows knit together in his concern. âYou know I donât mind- I told you that I donât care what we do, just that youâre enjoying it.âÂ
You take another shaky inhale, a little more stable than the last. Steve can feel how you move to press back against him, nuzzling him back. You take another moment before you reply.Â
âI just-â You start, voice still tight. âItâs so stupid. I wanted itâ I wanted to enjoy it. And that doesnât even seem to matter to my body. It doesnât even change how it feels and that sucks. Like I canât control this part of me.âÂ
Steve listens dutifully, waiting til you finish and your eyes find him.
âWell,â He starts, averting his eyes somewhat sheepishly. âTake everything I say with a grain of salt, okay? But⊠your body doesnât hurt just to mess with you, right?âÂ
He waits a moment for your tentative nod. âRight. So, itâs not for nothing. Itâs trying to tell you something and- and ignoring that isnât having control. You have to listen and work with your body â itâs your partner in all this.âÂ
âI thought you were my partner,â you whisper, the small smile on your lips giving away your joke. Steve faux rolls his eyes and kisses the tip of your nose.Â
âIâm your other partner.â He smiles. Then sighs, casting his gaze above your head for a moment before meeting your eyes again. âAm I making any sense?âÂ
Wiggling one hand up, you place it on his cheek tenderly and begin to whisper. âYouâre making a lot of sense actually.âÂ
Steve sighs, leaning his face into the palm of your hand with a huff. âWell, thatâs a relief.âÂ
For a minute, thereâs only quiet. Your emotions come down from their swell and you take the time to admire the beautiful boy above you, who seems to be doing just the same to you.Â
After a moment of time, you clear your throat and say, âCan we try again?âÂ
Steve seems to think on it for a moment before he nods, turning to kiss your palm.Â
âThis is gonna make me sound like a total guy,â He says, words muffled against your hand. His brown eyes flash up to yours, darting between them. âBut maybe we should try from the back. Like, different angle and all.âÂ
You snort, unable to hold it in because it does sound like such a guy thing to say. Even so, you give a little nod, eager to try something else. You donât even want to acknowledge the mounting dread around disappointing Steve â even with all his assurances, you canât help but feel as though this has been one gigantic let down.Â
As Steve shifts back, you become suddenly aware of the lubed up slick spot on your thigh where Steve's cock was resting and scrunch your nose with a laugh. Peering down, you drag a finger through the wetness left on it.Â
âEw,â you laugh.Â
âEw?â Steve echoes incredulously. âAlright, thatâs it.â His sits up and back, his hands darting down lightning fast, manoeuvring you all of sudden. He hooks his hands under your hips and lifts, twisting so youâre suddenly splayed on your front.Â
Youâre giggling all the while, drunk on the feeling of your boyfriendâs hands as they trail up your sides. The hair of his tanned scrapes against your back as he leans in, mouthing along your shoulder towards your neck.Â
You find your knees and prop yourself up on them, lifting your hips off the sheets of Steveâs bed. At the angle heâs draped himself over you, itâs a perfect line up of his cock with your cunt, the head of it teasing your entrance when you push back.Â
You're relieved that your emotional moment hadn't killed the mood altogether. That same hot, pulsating want from before tears through you and Steve takes a stuttering breath, the slightest moan in his throat. You feel his forehead press against your shoulder blade, as though heâs trying to compose himself.Â
âYou-â He says, the word catching in his throat. As if unable to help himself, his hips grind forward, pushing his aching cock between your slick folds. You make pitiful, keening noises in response, a thread of pleasure run through the two of you.Â
âYou ready?â Steve asks shakily. He relents some of his closeness to grab the lube, giving another generous drizzle into his palm to slather over himself.Â
âPlease,â you whisper, pushing yourself back an inch.Â
This time when Steve pushes himself in, the bliss stretches out, lasting more than just the first couple seconds. You make a high, breathy sigh of a noise and your head drops forward.Â
Steve pauses, his breathing on the ragged side, and checks in. âStill feeling okay?âÂ
You nod feverishly, a whine building up in your throat that threatens to escape if Steve doesnât move. Or maybe if he does move. You canât tell â canât tell anything other than how good it feels to have him inside you, hot and throbbing.Â
âYes,â you manage to gasp out. âYeah, keeping going, please,âÂ
Steve grunts, complying in an instant, sinking his cock further in. Something inside you tightens up againâ but itâs not nearly as noticeable as last time. Still, Steve recognises it and he slows for a moment.Â
âIâm okay,â you assure breathily, face nearly pressed into the bed. You need him to keep moving.Â
And he does; his cock sinks in another inch right as his hand creeps around your hip, searching for something blindly. You barely get one moment of confusion before his calloused fingers drag through the slick on your cunt and move up, pushing against your clit purposefully.Â
You moan, loud and high. The friction of your clit is enough to make your thighs spread a little wider and your hips move back before you even realise what youâre doing, almost the rest of Steveâs cock sinking inside you. It feels good but something else pinches up inside you.
Steve moans, muffling the sound into your skin as he hides his face in your neck.Â
You pant, suddenly dreading how you can feel the prick of pain on the fringes of your pleasure if Steve stretches you too far. "Don't- n-not too much," You warn gently, the words all breathy, still swathed in your pleasure. "Iâuhâ fuck, I don't think I can take it all."
You feel Steve's nod against the back of your neck, accompanied by a low hum in his throat.
âY-yeah, okay,â He stammers. His hips roll forward and he follows your word, not quite pushing all the way in. "F-Fuck."
His breath is hot on your neck and the sudden urge for his kiss is nearly overwhelming. Even not facing him, the way Steve drapes himself around you, gentle even with how he grinds his hips into yours, feels intimate. Your cunt gives a soft squelch.Â
âOh fuck,â Steve gasps, stilling completely â the feeling of you wrapped around him is enough to nearly push him to the edge. He screws his eyes closed and whimpers, trying to keep himself together.Â
âYâokay?â You whisper breathily after a couple of moments, forehead pressed into the sheets. Your hips move just a little bit, shifting in a little circle so his cock slides out an inch, his fingertips grazing across your clit again.Â
âIângh-â Another whine slips out from his throat at your movement and Steveâs hand slips back, gripping your hip tightly. âJesus Christ. Y-Yeah Iâm good, just trying not toâ fuck- end this too quickly.âÂ
He moves a bit, readjusting him arms to hold weight up a little easier.
âBut youâre really wet and, like, really warm,â He grunts, almost accusingly. âAnd I really like you, so,âÂ
You canât help it â a little laugh titters out of you, one of pure delight because Steve is sincere about his feelings. The laugh only serves to make Steve groan louder.Â
âShit,â He gasps, his forehead pressing into your shoulder. âYou canât laugh right now, itâs so not helping.âÂ
âSorry,â you laugh again, a little more apologetic this time.Â
Then, after a moment of gathered bravery, you say, âI donât think I like this position. I canât see your face.âÂ
Steve makes a pained noise from behind you, a breathy and sharp inhale, and suddenly his grip on your hip is twice as tight.Â
âIâm gonna need you to stop talking. Please.â He grits out, voice sounding tight and barely restraining the moan in it. âIâm trying really hard here but youâre making this impossible.âÂ
Steve shifts on his elbow again, bicep bulging as he lowers himself to one side. His hips press into your backside, sinking himself further into your wet heat, as he settles his weight down onto the mattress. The springs make a noise in protest.Â
Youâre still closely intertwined, Steve pressed up against you, still throbbing within you, but now itâs more like⊠youâre spooning.
You settle down too, forcing out an exhale to let yourself melt back into Steveâs chest.Â
He lets out a soft groan again but the new position means he can bury his face in your neck properlyâ and when you turn your head right, he seizes the chance for a kiss.Â
He kisses sweet and slow to begin with, plush lips nipping at yours as if youâre not already in the throes of sex. Like he kisses you hello. His nose nudges against yours and he shimmies an arm beneath you on the bed. It curls itself around your stomach and Steve uses it to bring you even closer.Â
âIs this better?â He whispers. He nudges his hips for a bit, giving a gentle thrust. Something warm flares at the pit of your belly, hungry for more. âStill okay?âÂ
You nod, a whimper escaping your throat as you steal another kiss from his lips. âYes,â You whisper, lips scraping against his, hardly believing it. âFeelsâ feels good, baby,â
Steve finally gives in to his moan, a beautiful noise that sends heat rushing between your thighs. He begins to move more, building a gentle rhythm as he fucks into you, sensual and adoring all in one.Â
Time drips away. You feel much warmer now, pressed up against Steveâs chest, with his kisses all around. One of his hands stays dutifully between your legs, pushing around your bundle of nerves and pulling weak, soft noises from you. The other, you cling to, your fingers twisted as best they can with his.
Pleasure wraps the pair of you up til a soft glow of sex and love settles over the both of you. Steve murmurs doting words, an endless stream of encouragement pouring from his mouth as he nibbles at the shell of your ear.Â
Still feelinâ good? Yeah, you are. Just listen to you- sounding so pretty wrapped around my cock.Â
Fuck, your pussy makes the cutest noises. So wet fâme, isnât she? God, you drive me crazy.Â
Youâre taking me so well, yeah? Being so fuckinâ good fâme- letting me know how you feel. Mâso lucky - fuckinâ loveâ love this with you.
You donât even realise when every gasp out your mouth has turned into a moan, each breath building and mounting. Your chest heaves and Steveâs motions go from lazy to focused. His hips slow a little but his fingers over your clit speed up, dancing across the nerves perfectly.Â
You clutch desperately at the arm he has wrapped around your waist, your head thrown back to rest on his shoulders with your eyes screwed shut. Your hole clenches wildly as you hurtle towards your orgasmâ and go right over the edge without warning.Â
You make this cute little gasping noise, high pitched and wrapped in a pretty sigh, and Steve doesn't think he's ever heard something so sensual, so pretty. His blood seems to thrum in response, pleasure turning the coil in his gut tighter and tighter.
Euphoria melts into your body and you sag into it with a drawn out soft moan, turning your face to search for Steveâs in an instant. One of your hands darts up, sloppily reaching for the back of his neck, suddenly starved of a kiss.Â
You find his lips right as Steve finds his peakâ his handsome face screwing up as he all but whines into your mouth. You capture it, some heavy, open mouthed kiss of desperation shared between you.Â
Pleasure flows over you, hot and heavy, fuelled by the frantic grinds of Steveâs hips into yours as he whimpers into your mouth. Even though some part of you feels vulgar, another, louder, part of you feels like you've taken part in something sacred. Steve's fierce kiss certain feels akin to something holy. Â
After a minute, the euphoria fades. You settle back into your body, feeling the scratch of the cotton sheets beneath you, the sweat of Steveâs chest on your back, the slightly discomfort in between your thighs.Â
Steve can feel it, the moment you tense back up, some unwelcome twinge of pain in your gut. Heâs shuffling back and pulling out before you even have to ask.
Without his chest to lean on, you roll backward naturally and flop onto your back, still panting lightly. Steve shifts up to hover above you.Â
âYou good?â He asks, that same breathlessness in his voice. He smiles handsomely, his hair a little limper than usual, flopping over his forehead. He looks gorgeous. âYou did great.âÂ
That almost makes you laugh, the sincere praise so like one might give a child, but Steve seals it with a kiss to your forehead. Your laugh turns into a sheepish but giddy grin. âIâm gonna take the condom off, Iâll be right back.âÂ
He disappears from your line of sight for a minute or two and you can hear him rustling around in his room.
Without any distractions, you suddenly remember the film youâd put on in the beginning, still running at the end of the bedâ the final credits are just starting to roll. The streetlights glow a little brighter in the evening dark through the curtains.Â
You huff out a breath and your smile comes without even trying. In fact, if Steve hadnât come back when he did, youâre sure you wouldâve started giggle to yourself madly, cocooned in your own contentedness. That same awed, gleeful smile just like the first time round.
âYou look like a dope, smiling like that, you know that?â
Steveâs wearing a pair of boxers, green plaid, and heâs got a fresh, warm wash-cloth in his hands.Â
"I didn't know that," You muse playfully.
âHey,â He changes tone to less playful, kneeling on the bed. You notice the change of clothes in his other hand when he throws them onto the duvet beside him. âMâjust gonna clean you up a bit, that okay?âÂ
Youâre sure thereâs a pinch of embarrassment in you somewhere but, still blissed from your orgasm, you canât manage to find it. Steve is quick and precise, the warm cloth wiping up any excess sticky fluids. He kisses the inside of your knee when heâs done.Â
âAll done,â He murmurs, climbing back off the bed in the direction of the bathroom, switching off the television as he does. He gestures to the clothes at the foot of the bed as he walks. âYâcan wear these if you want.âÂ
Finally feeling less flattened, you shift up to lean on your elbows. Heâs grabbed you a pair of his boxers, the matching blue pair to his green, and one of his old Hawkins swim-team shirts. You slip into both quickly, your heart going a bit fuzzy with how soft the shirt is.Â
Then you crawl beneath the covers, blood still rushing far faster than usual and a satisfied tiredness beginning to sink into your body. You can't help but thinking it all over â Steve's mouth between your legs, the feel of him sinking into you, the ecstasy of falling apart in his arms.
Part of you hadn't wanted to acknowledge that, well, it fucking worked this time and you enjoyed it. A niggly fear about jinxing it. Like if you pointed it out, it would incite the likelihood of your body turning on you once more. Robbing you of pleasure and experience in equal measure.
But when Steve comes bounding back to the bed, dragging back the covers to join you beneath them, you speak first.
"So, that didn't suck." You say excitedly, biting back your grin as Steve settles down beside you.
Together, you share one pillow as he scooches in closer. His hands reach out, searching for you amongst the sheets. When he finds your hips, he uses them to drag you closer to him, a halfhearted cuddle.
He lets out a puff of air against the pillow, a light snort. "I mean, hopefully it didn't just not suck."
If you had more energy, you might give him a playful shove because you know he knows what you mean. He'd seen the whole display of nervous emotions attached to sex all the way leading up to it.
Instead, heart feeling awfully gooey in your chest, you seize the opportunity to press in closer to him. Your head tucks beneath his chin, your lips barely grazing his throat.
"It was really good." You whisper, lashes fluttering as your eyes fight to stay open. Steve's warm on a good day. He's hot as a furnace with all the blood that's pumping around still. Perfect for snuggling up with.
"Yeah?" He sounds delightfully pleased, but not the smug kind. He sounds happy that you enjoyed it.
Then he whispers, "Told you it wasn't you."
His big palm sweeps up your back soothingly.
He's right. You've never been so glad to be on the receiving end of an I told you so before. Not that Steve would say that (at least, not right now).
Cuddling in closer, you wriggle one hand out from beneath the covers, not bothering to pull back or open your eyes when you murmur, "Just had sex high-five?"
You can feel Steve's laugh as it rumbles through his throat. It's an inside joke now, it seems.
"Hell yeah." He wiggles one hand free and slaps it against yours, probably a little harder than necessary. You laugh too, the sound a mixture of joy and sleep.
And yeah, okay, you might get it now. The whole big fuss around sex that everyone seems to makeâbut maybe you don't entirely agree with them.
There was something more in the... trust. In knowing that Steve wouldn't have cared which way it happened, as long as you were both enjoying it. In the intimacy shared, even before you had ever slept together. In the waiting. In the wantingâfor both yourself and for Steve.
There's some grandeur discovery you've uncovered, you're sure of it, about the mystery and craze around sex. You just keep losing the string of thoughts to your slumber which drifts ever closer.
Oh well. You can always put it all together in the morning when you're not so tempted by sleep and bundled up in the arms of a boy who you love. For now, you drift off, fulfilled and content.
tags below! (seven months later...)
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#steve harrington x reader#steve harrington#steve x reader#steve harrington smut#steve harrington x reader smut#jay writes#steve harrington x you#steve harrington x you smut#steve x reader smut#all my chatter goes after the tags now cos did u guys know that after twenty tags apparently they just dont count tags???#lawd knows im not wasting my first twenny on my rambling#i have MUCH to say about this piece#but mainly im so glad its fookin FINISHED#i can literally see the line breaks in the fic where i stopped and left it for a month#i know the fandom be quiet between seasons but hopefully people be down for some#good ol super into each other figuring it out sex <3#again - this is entirely indulgent tehe !#but i know there's lot of peeps out there with similar experiences and i hope this resonates for them#mwah!#enough jabbering !
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this guy again
#pokemon volo#pokemon legends arceus#pla#volo#pla volo#kiki draws#first time drawing after coming back from gdc so i did smth self indulgent#desperately trying to remember how to draw again#so its time for this guy again
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a lost shade...
#hades game#hades supergiant#mmarts#hades 2#yeah yall this is self indulgent as hell im down bad for him its not funny anymore lkajsdlkajdwwwwwww#thats my lil guy my oc lol#anyway yeah#i love fighting him#hades prometheus#hades melinoe#hades hypnos#hypnos hades#obligatory hypnos insert#im on a roll today wao#its the weekdays again so i will go back to my sad life and job iam so cooked this week oof#buff people are hard to draw... and birds and poses and ... a lot of things ueue#aetos is so fuckin fast bro
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more mario and luigi doodles but i took their mouths away
+ extra unfinished stuff under the cut
#the dear doppelganger weeg one is purely self indulgent bc ive been playing it on loop recently im normal#and i know doppelganger is a different whole thing than what he has but. hey its ok we ball#more spm on the way (i hope!!!!!! as long as i dont get distracted by avemuji or sekai for a bit)#most of this was practicing mario bc i still dont like the way i draw him tbh but i think we're getting somewhere#shoutout priv twt oomfies for dealing with my mario fix bullshit youre all so real#drawing these little guys is so much different from my other little guys i think thats why ive liked drawing them so much constantly#it just feels fresh for me!! i just get to fuck around when i draw them its fun to experiment again#ok done talking i like them a normal amount#mario and luigi#mario#luigi#super mario bros fanart#super mario bros#super mario fanart#spm#super paper mario#mr l#starlow#smb#super mario brothers#mario bros#mario fanart#art#fanart#my art#cloudy draws#nintendo#nintendo fanart
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Curly's little blurb on his steam trading card just keeps reminding me he is a much more miserable person than people realize.
We don't get a lot of his thoughts, inner confliction that aren't bogged down by what Jimmy says or does. Even in the The Last One and Then Another, his dialogue is reflective, not the Curly before the crash but the result of everything. Parts of the him he was are there of course, but also disfigured and warped beyond recognition just like he is physically.
Curly really doesn't think much of himself and desires. He clearly chases fleeting moments of happiness. He doesn't really have prospects for himself, assumes in a similar way to Swansea, that if it should make it happy then he is happy. Though, he hasn't reached the point Swansea did to admit it doesn't. He neither sees the glass half full or empty, it's just water, something he needs and he'll take it from any perspective.
He wasn't running from anything but he's never really been going towards something either. He's listless. I've been using the term complacent to describe how he feels about his life and the closest people (really just Jimmy) in it, but now that word feels too neutral, too nice. Happier than Curly really was. There isn't just one word for it, he's unfulfilled, uncertain, uninspired. There are no active problems he faces and that's the issue, why should he be upset?
I believe he really is a person who doesn't know who he is or wants to be. He follows a structure. I don't think he's suicidal, but he clearly doesn't think about what makes him happy. He's numb. I suppose that is a better word than complacent, used to the feeling even if he hates it. It doesn't hurt so why stop it?
#like curly is very much does his job goes home takes care of self repeat i dont think hes like an asocial person but he doesn't take the tim#time to indulge in himself the way he thinks hes a bigger picture guy so as long as nothing is disrupted hes relatively okay even if its#slowly chipping away at him and making him feel hollow like he thought space was endless that he could never reach a point of feeling finis#he never had to predict what to do after the end and suddently he realizes there was no end to it because there cant be an end to nothing#hes accomplished so much objectively but hes done nothing with his life outside of his work like he mentions no hobbies other friends or an#thing of the sort he doesn't even feel like he can vent it cause what? hes complaining about how hard it is to get promoted to have securit#in a job you hate and a position that keeps weighing you down like I feel like if he explained himself at the party and didn't let Jimmy t#talk for him hed actually have made points the others would get cause even if they envied his position he still is justified in being unhap#not everything that you think would bring you happiness does or fulfills even a small part of that desire#idk hes a lot more fucked in the head but like towards himself than people realize like how he lets Jimmy treat him is indicitive of that i#mouthwashing#mouthwashing game#captain curly#curly mouthwashing
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Silly guys goin' on silly adventures:]
@rorydrawsandwrites's puppeteer au but the only difference is that jax gives consent
My contribution to this wonderful au has been long overdue:')
Rambling in tags ehe (cw: ribbun:p)
Well maybe it's not the only difference
#I think in this version of the au possesion puts you into an almost dream-like state#Slipping into a sort of weird trance#Like physically you still have control of your body#But mentally you're mindlessly following orders from a disembodied voice#Kinda works like that imperius curse in harry potter (yes ik rowling sucks)#And jax soon figured out it was great for dissasociatingđ#Escapism and heavily dependant on those possesion sessions to preserve his own mental stability:')#But *cue dramatic musicđ„*#He eventually realises that it was not the possesion that brings him comfort and peace no more#But the presence and embrace of gangle that did<3đđđ#Jskhsskhj sorry that was so cheesyđ§#Well more or less its because he hadnt have human interaction in AWHILE it seems#Goose did confirm that it has been a long time since he last got a hug:(#*almost* made me feel bad there#Mkay enough rambling about this slight very minor variation of the story#I hope this whole thing was coherent to even be readable=]#Maybe ill even add emojisâš#tadc gangle#tadc jax#ribbun#the amazing digital circus#Tadc au#tadc fanart#tadc fandom#gangle x jax#jax x gangle#Let me have this guys#Let me indulge-#Her head is a tad bit too small yes IM AWARE#This is actually probably my fastest post to reach 100 notes wth (in like 7-8 hours)
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ShhhhâŠ. Theyâre busy recharging and being in love
#domestic skk sketch dump!#thank you to all the wonderful kind souls who left me warm messages that kept me going! these sketches are for you guys :3#and for me bc theyre all self indulgent lol#artsy dazai is my hc plssss#also chuuya using dazai's knife skills and etc in the kitchen !! he's not completely banned guys ><;#hehehe feel free to find details and spin your own brainrots >w<! (pls don't zoom in too much its so messy with so much mistakes kajshdg)#big spoon chuuya or big spoon dazai? WHY NOT BOTH!!!#bsd#bungou stray dogs#bsd dazai#bsd chuuya#soukoku#dazai osamu#nakahara chuuya#skk#my art#sketch#domestic fluff#tooth rotting fluff#sketches
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he offers to take his gfâs virginity but cums too fast because he underestimated how good sheâd feel
random guys i love under đ€
this wasnt supposed to be so long but I'm ovulating so
includes: Eddie Munson, Steve Harrington, Marc Spector, Steven Grant, Joel Miller, Bucky Barnes, and Miguel O'Hara
eddie munson - 0.2k
heâd be super cocky abt it. heâd tell you about how good heâll make you feel, how youâre gonna be crying on his cock, that heâs gonna stretch you so wide that youâll be able to feel it for weeks after. He has it all planned out in his head too, how slowly heâll work himself in, how heâll fuck you for hours and youâd love it.
but heâs got half his dick in you and heâs already throbbing.
your eyes are on his but they keep unfocusing and crossing as he works his way in. he has to turn away from you to stop himself from cumming as you whine about how big he is. heâs frozen inside you for a while, youâre gripping his arms, begging him to keep pushing into you and he had to cover your mouth to shut you up as his dick starts to twitch inside you.
he pushes himself in fully and immediately cums at your shouting moan from under his hand. heâs burying his face in your neck and grunting into your neck angrily as his hips uncontrollably twitch into your unbelievably warm pussy.
afterward, heâs angry at himself and a little distant from you cus heâs embarrassed asf but you comfort the shit out of him and guarantee that you loved it
steve harrington - 0.2k
he's almost as nervous as you are, he hasnât had sex in a little while because heâs been with you, and heâs never had sex with someone he loves so he doesnât know if itâs different.
he tries to eat you out, getting a few licks in before you pull him back up and tell him you already stretched yourself. he feels his cock twitch in his pants at the words, at the mental image and he needs you. it takes a while for him to fully enter you because heâs fucking huge.
you keep whining at him every other second, pressing your hand to his pelvis to stop him from sliding in because it hurts too much. he feels bad, ofc he does⊠but youâre so tight he can barely breathe. his eyes are shut as tight as possible and his hands are crushing your hip bones until you're whimpering at him for more.
you're finally able to take all of him and heâs cumming. heâs looking right at you, a hand in his hair and a look of complete shock on his face as his orgasm ripples through him, prolonged by your frantic grinding and his erratic thrusts.
he's thoroughly embarrassed afterward and tries to explain to you that itâs cus heâs ânever been with anyone who felt as good as youâ, that in the sea of women he's been with he's ânever felt anyone as warm, wet, or soft as you.â he fingers you as an apology, letting you cum in his lap as many times as you'd like.
marc spector - 0.2k
he actually doesnât really want to. he thinks itâs too important for you to give it to him, he doesnât deserve it and all his martyrdom but youâre able to convince him to do it for you.
he eats you out first, to open you up a bit and to calm his nerves before actually getting to it.
youâre on top so you can control the pace a bit more, his hands on your hips in case your legs give out. the position is already a little too arousing for him, then with the added thought that you trust him enough to give him your virginity is messing with his head.
heâs louder than usual from the start, eyes already fluttering shut when all youâve taken is his tip. his hands are shaking where they rest on your hips and repeated curses fall from his mouth. he starts rambling filthy words and praises by the time youâre halfway down and by the hilt, heâs begging you to let him fuck into you before he cums.
heâs frantic with his thrusts after you nod at him but he only gets maybe three full thrusts in before heâs stuttering and apologizing as he empties his balls into you.
heâs angry at himself and distant afterward, feeling like heâs ruined your first time and being dramatic asf. talking about maybe heâs just not good enough for you and yadayada but you convince him otherwise ofc.
steven grant - 0.2k
heâs flustered and so honored. he plans a whole thing, a whole date beforehand, and gets your room all prettied up for when he takes you to bed. itâs super romantic, he's poured his heart into the whole ordeal.
heâs super soft w you, very slow. he fingers you first which is probably where he went wrong, he was throbbing in his pants the whole time. your moans and begs for him to just âput it in alreadyâ have his head spinning.
you end up more desperate than he is and you take him much much faster than he had anticipated.
he basically slides right in. his eyes cross once his hips press into yours and you can hear him muttering random things; begs with himself not to cum, random facts that heâs rattling off in an attempt to distract himself but it doesnât work.
you squeeze down on him at the whole scene, his hot breath on your ears and he whimpers your name pathetically as he fills you to the brim, more cum than heâs ever produced, spilling out of you and soaking the sheets.
he apologizes profusely for about an hour and promises that you guys will re-do everything. he fingers you again afterward, wanting to make you cum. heâs whispering apologies and praises in your ear the whole time.
joel miller - 0.3k
he doesnât want to, thinks heâs corrupting you and he doesnât deserve it blah blah. but once you convince him he couldnât be more honored. heâs doting on you the whole week leading up to it, making sure you feel comfortable, constantly letting you know itâs okay to change your mind. you never do.
heâs so nervous when the day comes, timid with you throughout the whole day, checking up on you every hour until nightfall.
he fingers you slowly, languidly, working you up gently and helping you fall into a comfortable, relaxing orgasm that opens you up to him. he wound himself way too tight in the process. listening to your sweet, soft moans of his name, feeling your frantic hand grip any part of him you can hold, seeing that loving, thankful look in your eyes as you fall over the edge, almost dragging him with you.
youâre too much for him from the second heâs inside you. too wet, too warm, too tight, and too fucking perfect. youâre taking him insanely well, heâs working himself in faster than even he can handle and youâre still begging him for more.
he stops 3/4 of the way because heâs pulsating. heâs holding you down, pressing your hips into the bed because you wonât stop grinding on him. it doesnât help much because now youâre just moaning, whining, and whimpering his name on repeat. he starts muttering for you to be quiet, to stop saying his name like that but it just has you fluttering on his cock, coaxing his cum from the tip.
heâs grunting out blame on you as he cums like; âi told âya to shut itâ and âi fuckinâ tried, babyâ he continues to blame you afterward telling you that heâs an old man and youâre too sweet for him. heâs embarrassed but tries not to show it, burying himself between your legs instead. he makes you cum two more times as an apology.
bucky barnes - 0.5k
he canât even believe that youâre a virgin, let alone the idea that you want him to change that. heâs a bitch abt it ofc, much like joel. denying it at first, trying to get you to change your mind but feeling incredibly special when you donât.
he hasnât been with anyone since being iced so heâs basically a virgin as well. he can remember some things but is very scared that women donât even like the things he knows anymore.
he jerks himself off through the whole day. heâs rendered useless with the thought that heâll be taking your virginity tonight. he can't stop thinking about how pretty you'll look on his cock, moaning for him, screaming and cumming for him.
heâs already hard from the moment you come home but tries to pretend he isnât, tries to pretend that he hasnât been thinking about making love to you since he woke up but you know him. you decide to take him as soon as you get in, right there in the living room, on the couch.
heâs stuttering at you to stop, that you guys should go to the room, take it slower, and so on but heâs doing nothing to stop you, actually heâs helping you pull your pants off as he says it. heâs already leaking onto his thighs when you take his boxers off.
you position yourself over his cock and his breathing is already speeding up and stuttering. you take a little while to get him in, having to adjust to his girth, and moaning about how good he feels the whole way down. his eyes roll back and his metal arm groans with how hard heâs gripping the armrest, leaving indents in the wood underneath.
your hands are in his hair as you grind on him and his head is thrown back. heâs moaning your name and incoherent praises as his stomach tenses rhythmically, his thighs shake and his mumbles become a bit more frantic. he holds his head back up to make eye contact with you and he mutters out that he 'canât', that 'youâre gonna make him cum' and he 'canât hold it.' you can see the desperation in his eyes, the honest panic in his voice and it makes heat pool in your belly as you pussy chokes him.
he fills you. pumping rope after rope after rope of cum inside you and moaning like a slut. his hips thrust into you so forcefully that you fall forward onto his chest, feeling the breath from his moans on your ear. he's barely enjoying it, too distracted by the embarrassment that is flooding his body... until youâre squeezing his dick like a vice and moaning his name. his eyes roll back again with a guttural moan, ripped from his chest as he feels a fresh load shoots into your trembling pussy.
heâs still embarrassed after though. that he came before you AND he came twice while you only came once but you assure him it was one of the hottest things youâd ever witnessed
miguel o'hara - 0.5k
he would take forever to accept. he'd tell you that it's too precious for you to give to him, that you should save it for someone more deserving but you want him so he caves.
he tried to treat the day like any other but he gets hard every time he looks at you, visions of you all laid out and pretty for him, his thick cock abusing your poor virgin pussy as you whine for him. he cannot get the thought out of his head, no matter what he tries to distract himself with.
so when he's working you open, fucking you as gently as he can. it's not as romantic as he would've hoped, you're laying stomach down across his lap as he fingers you but it's only because you wouldn't stop moaning in his face when you were straddling him. he couldn't handle it.
you're doing the same thing now though. it's just how he imagined except he's not fucking you, he's got maybe half his dick in you and you're already moaning and writhing under him. begging him for more, telling him how happy you are, and that it feels 'so fucking good'.
his arms begin to shake, unable to hold himself up with how weak you're making him. you keep clenching on him, he keeps asking you to stop and you respond with a helpless "I c-can't help it." that has him twitching inside you. he tries to think about something- anything other than how you're sucking him in. he's almost to the hilt and your hips are lifting off the bed, trying to take more of him.
he lets you. watching as you moan at the way he slides in, rubbing along your sensitive walls. he watches you look down at where you both meet, where your pussy is absolutely devouring him, he watches your mouth drop open in a silent moan and your eyes trail up to meet his before rolling back into your head as you collapse back onto the bed. he can't handle it.
he's groaning- pulling your hips to him, forcing himself deeper as he fills you up- before you even hit the pillows. his breathing becomes erratic as he thrusts into you, every muscle tensed and shaking. he can't seem to shut up either, he's moaning your name out more often than he's breathing. he can hear you whining in response, and he can see you playing with your clit and it makes it worse.
he doubles down and fucks you through his orgasm, ignoring the painful pleasure that shoots through him from his cock in favor of making you cum. he keeps going until you've cum around him twice and he's released a monstrous amount of cum into you.
he's embarrassed and guilty after. he wishes he hadn't cum before you and feels like it was all too much for your first time. he doesn't stop apologizing for the rest of the night, no matter how many times you tell him that you loved it, that it was more perfect than you could've imagined. he only shuts up when you beg him for it again next week.
#so self indulgent#its cus I'M a virgin guys#and i love these guys#eddie munson#eddie munson imagine#eddie munson blurb#eddie munson smut#eddie munson x reader#steve harrington#steve harrington imagine#steve harrington blurb#steve harrington smut#steve harrington x reader#marc spector#marc spector imagine#marc spector blurb#marc spector smut#marc spector x reader#steven grant#steven grant imagine#steven grant blurb#steven grant smut#steven grant x reader#joel miller#joel miller imagine#joel miller blurb#joel miller smut#joel miller x reader#bucky barnes#bucky barnes imagine
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here it is!! my VERY self indulging sees!ryoji au masterpost ;w; i hope you guys enjoy reading through it! i was heavily inspired by all the amazing art and content ive seen of the concept that i wanted to explore it too!
ART:
Moonlight Trio
Yukari and Ryoji going shopping (SEES!Ryoji winter clothes variations)
Ryoji accidentally hitting MC with his scythe
SEES!Ryoji sketch dump
SEES!Ryoji Theurgy splash
SEES!Ryoji Theurgy Storyboard
Ryomina in Tartarus
Ryomina in Tartarus P2
Ryomina in Tartarus P3
Cooking with Yukari
SEES!Ryoji Sprite edit
SEES!Ryoji fanmade P3RE screenshots
Ryomina SEES!Ryoji animatic
feral SEES!Ryoji
Clumsy SEES!Ryoji
Charmed Ryoji
All Out Attack Splash
SEES!Ryoji Cut In Splash
Comic
Ryoji learns about evokers
More SEES Ryoji sketches
Twitter post
SEES RYOJI AUÂ
After Ryoji finds his resolve through the Hero, he offers to join his team. He gives him a choice to go through a better, yet harder way to get through Tartarus, a way only he can access. It features new bosses, content, and a new spin of the final fight with Strega.
Contains: Art, battle stats, Theurgy, combat dialogue, Tartarus dialogue and banter, and more!
Full post under the cut:
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This AU explores the idea that instead of Ryoji leaving for the last month, he offers to join the team as a temporary team member to lend his power to help SEES reach the remaining floors of Tartarus before he merges with Nyx. More events happen that prolong the time you spend together.Â
Ingame, itâs treated like a bonus mission and an addition to get to know Ryoji better during the aftermath of November.Â
As a new addition to the team, heâll join SEES in the dorm and have his own version of FTEs with plant tending, movie watching, book reading and cooking. Heâll have interactions with other party members.Â
The player will also get to know more on his personal feelings as the Appriser. Through conversing with Ryoji, you learn in depth about Tartarus, and the player gets to see a more subdued side of him as he tries to come to terms with his identity.Â
He uses an evoker to trigger his form as Thanatos instead of using it to summon a Persona.
The player can choose to go through this route, or play the game like how it was originally set. The ending remains the same.
Party Stats:
Level: Scaleable, 2 levels higherÂ
Element: Dark and Almighty
Weakness: None, reflects pierce damageÂ
Combat style: Prioritizes debuffing, tankÂ
Theurgy - Deathâs Call: Deals massive almighty damage to all foes. Fears both enemies and allies.Â
Theurgy condition: When Ryoji sees his friends suffer a lethal blow, he feels determined to take vengeance.
Theurgy Personality bonus:
Chance to grant Arcana Burst even without completing your Major Arcana stack.
+ More damage to weak foes.Â
Inflicts distress to all foes in start of battle.Â
DIALOGUE:
Ryojiâs first Tartarus entrance dialogue:Â
Ryoji: - So this is Tartarus.
I, I can feel her. Sheâs keeping an eye on us. On me.
Remember that Iâm here to help. Tartarus is Nyxâs realm, but I should know a better way to help you get to the top.Â
Keep in mind that I may not be as impenetrable while Iâm here, and shadows will be a lot more hostile if we go this way. Are you sure you wanna do this?
MC:
> Nowhere to go but up.
> Letâs do this.
> Are you sure thereâs no other way?
Donât worry. Whateverâs waiting for us, I wonât let anything happen to you. Theyâll have to get through me first.Â
First Summon dialogue:Â
I have to do this. Everyone..Iâm sorry for what youâre about to see.Â
Get out here, Thanatos!Â
Turning into Thanatos (Persona Summon)Â
If this is what it takes.
Please look away.
Thanatos! Â
Do what you must!
CombatÂ
Shift dialogue:
All up to you!Â
Weâre in this together!
Receiving end of shift dialogue:Â
Iâm on it!Â
Theyâll get what's coming to them.
Item use:Â
This will help, right?Â
Getting healed:
I donât deserve this.
Death:
I-I hope it was enough.Â
Sorry..
AILMENTS
Distress
Itâs over.. Why do we still try?
ConfuseÂ
Guys? Whatâs going on?!
Rage
Come on! Take me down if you can!Â
Charm
So, how about dinner?~
Down
Youâre kidding me!Â
Shock
What is this?!Â
AOA
Before All Out Attack:Â Â
Weâre going in!Â
Before splash art:Â
And that's how it's done!Â
Splash art Caption:Â
DEATH IS INEVITABLE
All Out Attack splash art line:
Pointless to deny your fate.
Basic victory dialogue:Â
I hope it was worth it.Â
Heh, how was that?Â
Battle aftermath:
That was impressive. Youâre all amazing!
Stairs discovery
Found the stairs. Thereâs no time to lose!Â
Found the way up! You know best, leader.
Treasure
Ooh, something shiny!Â
Hey, guys! Found something useful? Maybe?
SEES advantage:Â
They never saw it coming!Â
Ambush / enemy advantage:Â
Leader, stay close to me!
Hit by crit:Â
Thatâs impossible!Â
SEES Tartarus dialogue w/RyojiÂ
Junpei: Hey, so.. Ryoji⊠Whatâs with the long scarf? And how do you not slip from it when you run?Â
Ryoji: I donât think itâs that long!Â
Yukari: Seriously? Out of all the questions you can ask him, thatâs what you go with?Â
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Mitsuru: For someone with no prior experience, youâve been keeping up well, Ryoji-kun.Â
Ryoji: Iâm glad you think so, Kirijo-senpai.
Akihiko: Donât push yourself, though, alright?
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Junpei: Ryoji! Now that you live with us, we have got to continue the game we were playing!Â
Ryoji: I donât think youâd want toâŠDidnât I delete your save on accident?
Junpei: Eh, I wasnât paying much attention to the story in the first place.Â
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Ryoji: I never got to thank you before for helping me settle in, Fuuka. How about I take you out?Â
Fuuka: Oh, of course! Letâs invite the others too!
Junpei: âŠYikes, dude.
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Fuuka: Iâve always wanted to do karaoke with you all. You should join us, Ryoji-kun!
Ryoji: Oh, m-me...?
Junpei: Yeah, youâre always holed up in your room and we never know where youâre out at night! How about we sing our hearts out instead?Â
Ryoji: Ahh.. haha..I⊠Iâll think about it.Â
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Ryoji: *Humming Mass Destruction*Â
Aigis: Ryoji-san. Were you the one making those sounds?Â
Ryoji: Sorry! Makoto-kun and I were listening to some songs, and now I canât get it out of my head.Â
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Ryoji: Aigis..About what happened before. I feel like I should apologize one more time.Â
Aigis: Instead of apologies, letâs make a promise. That weâll see this through, together.
Ryoji: âŠYeah. Youâre right. Â
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Aigis: Itâs strange. In the real world, youâre impenetrable. But in Tartarus...
Ryoji: Until the promised day, Iâm an obstacle to Nyx. I wouldnât put it past her to limit my power.Â
Mitsuru: So she was expecting this. Well, we just have to plan accordingly, then.
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Aigis: I decided to live, butâŠhow do I even begin? How would I know?Â
Ryoji: I already sense life within you, Aigis. Youâre doing more than enough.
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Ryoji: Wandering Tartarus must feel repetitive. Maybe I can try something! I can add some arcade machines?Â
Ryoji: Oh⊠but if I do that, Tartarus will just take it away again. *sigh* Nevermind, then.
Ken: Can.. Can you actually do that?!
Yukari: *sigh* Of course he canât.Â
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Akihiko: How are you holding up, Mochizuki? Think you can still keep up?
Ryoji: Heh, thatâs not even a question, Senpai.
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Ryoji: I hope Iâm not bringing you guys down. What do you think, Koromaru-san?Â
Koromaru: *barks enthusiastically*
Fuuka: Hahaha. Koro-chan seems to enjoy your company!
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Yukari: Whew..! You guys notice the shadows have gottenâŠmuch more alert?
Akihiko: Youâre right. Itâs like we unlocked the deepest depths of Tartarus that Nyx didnât want us to see.
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Junpei: Jeez Ryoji, you werenât kidding. The shadows of this detour are a whole different monster!Â
Ryoji: Iâm sorry, Junpei. But I promise itâs just a little longer.Â
Junpei: Who am I to back down from a challenge? Thisâll be a piece of cake!Â
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Mitsuru: Are you settling in the dorm well, Ryoji-kun?
Ryoji: Oh. I am, thank you.Â
Mitsuru: Of course. Just let us know if you need anything.
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Ken: Did anyone hear footsteps in the boysâ dorm last night?Â
Yukari: Must have been Aigis sneaking to Makotoâs room, even if I told her to not leave past curfewâŠ
Aigis: It was not me. I was out for my monthly checkup.Â
Yukari: Then⊠who was it?
Ryoji: It wasnât me!Â
Yukari: No one said it was you!Â
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Ken: So, where have you been living before, well, all of this, Ryoji-senpai?
Ryoji: I-I actually donât know. Anything outside of school and Makoto-kun becomes a blur.
Fuuka: Ryoji-kunâŠ
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Ryoji: Youâre amazing to lead such a capable team, Makoto-kun. You look good like this.Â
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Yukari: Ryoji-kun and I went thrift shopping the other day. It was actually pretty fun!
Ryoji: Thanks for taking me out, Takeba-san. I wanted that jacket, though..Â
Yukari: Unless you wanna blind someone with that thing, thereâs no good reason to wear it!Â
Ryoji: *sighs sadly*
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Ryoji: There were so many couples on Paulownia Mall for Christmas Eve. It was lovely to see.
Junpei: Ooo, does our newest member have a special someone they have in mind?
Ryoji: I-I wouldnât say that..
Junpei: Hahaha! Youâre like a tomato right now, dude!Â
Ryoji: Hey, knock it off!
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Ryoji: Wait, youâve reached past the 200th floor?! Akihiko: All in a dayâs work. Everyone has been putting in their all.Â
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Akihiko: Youâre hardly breaking a sweat. Whatâs your routine, Mochizuki?
Ken: Iâm guessing itâs him not being human in the first place?
Akihiko: Ken, thatâs not..!
Ryoji: Itâs alright, I donât mind. He has a point, though.
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Yukari: I won these chocolate bars, I brought them in case anyone wanted a snack. Want some?Â
Ryoji: Oh, thatâs okay. I donât eat sweets that much.Â
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Mitsuru: I have to say it was quite convenient for the Kirijo Group to have an extra weapon.Â
Ken: Yeah, and whatâre the odds it was a scythe too?
Ryoji: HahahaâŠ. I guess.
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Koromaru *bark*
Aigis: Koromaru-san is asking that if youâre Death, what will that make of the Reaper?
Junpei: I bet Ryoji here can take him down, no problem!Â
Ryoji: Iâd rather not stick around to find out. For your sakes.
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Ryoji: I was told you lost a close friend to the Dark Hour. Iâm sorry for your loss.
Mitsuru: âŠThank you, Ryoji-kun.
Akihiko: Heâd want us to move forward. Thereâs no use dwelling in the past.
Ryoji: I guess youâre right. Iâm here to help however I can.Â
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Koromaru: *bark bark*Â
Junpei: Hey⊠you think Koromaru sensed Ryojiâs true identity?Â
Ken: Oh, do you mean because of dogsâ intuition to ghosts and spirits?Â
Fuuka: I donât think Ryoji-kunâs just any ghost though..!
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Ryoji: Hey Takeba-san. Can I ask you something?
Yukari: I swear, if itâs you trying to ask me out againâŠ
Ryoji: Oh, thatâs not what I was gonna- Wait, do you want me to? Because-
Mitsuru: -I think I saw something important there, leader. Letâs check it out.
Ryoji: This feels too familiar.
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Junpei: Kyoto was so fun! School trips should happen more often.Â
Yukari: *glare*
Junpei: Eep!Â
Ryoji: Ah-! I-I swear, that wasnât our intention! It was all a misunderstanding! Leader, tell her!Â
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SP LOW:Â
Mitsuru: Ryoji-kun. Make sure not to strain yourself.Â
Ryoji: Iâm fine, please donât worry. I canât let up in front of a pretty girl like you, now can I?Â
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Fuuka: Leader⊠Ryoji seems tired.Â
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If Makoto has low SP:Â
Ryoji: You donât look goodâŠPlease, pace yourself. I donât know what Iâd do if something happened to you.
FTEs: (WIP)
Plant tending event
anddd thats it so far!! if this post ever needs updating, i definitely will!
thank you so much for reading! it really means a lot!
#piano arts#persona 3#p3#persona 3 reload#p3re#ryoji mochizuki#sees!ryoji#sees ryoji au#sees!ryoji au#ryomina#implied#ofc i impleid it. its me#UHH i hope you guys like this ahahaha#this is so fucking self indulging help meeeee#sees ryoji
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What if everything was good and they were happy,, ook?
#straight up self indulgent doodles#im mentally happy and stability is my num1 quality#dont read too much into it#this isnt nsf.w in the slightest but for some reason its embarrassing to post...#its a skeleton n and eyeball my guy cmon... everyones got at least one of em#anyway đ„#digital art#fanart#doodles#lord hater#commander peepers#deathglare#<- i give in to the tag#wander over yonder#i was originally going to animate this. but. i do not want to .#so have the frames
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#hazbin hotel tickle#lee!lucifer#tickle art#tickle fanart#jettocs#teehee its me#jettdoodles#this is very self indulgent plssss i love him so much guys yoi dont understand
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REPROGRAMMED CHAPTER 7 SPOILERS!!!
I knew I wanted to draw out this scene the second I wrote it. This AU has taken OVER MY BRAIN YOU GUYS DONT UNDERSTANDD
anyways enjoy and weep <3
#wk reprogrammed au#reprogrammed au#wild kratts#chris kratt#martin kratt#wild kratts fanart#littlecrittereli#wild kratts au#I CANT GET OVER THIS SCENE YOU GUYS#Chris most likely won't even remember this moment#but its still so important to Martin to tell him regardless#This was more of a proclamation for Martin than it was for Chris#That everything was going to be okay and they would repair what was broken#IT WAS THE MOMENT MARTIN KNEW EVERYTHING WAS GONNA BE OKAY#IM GONNA SCREAM SOBBING#Im acting like i didn't fucking write the fanfiction LOL#im so sorry anyways thank you guys for indulging me ily <3
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đ best friends đ
#okay so. look at me in my big blue blinkers. so theres this acct on twitter called marc_nui. and they have a silnui#and when i tell u i have never seen a more dripped out mf in my LIFE. this silver is a FASHION MODEL he rocks FITS hes STUNNING#im so dead serious it is my favorite twst acct across all platforms. not illustration not writing its nui fashion pics and im OBSESSED#okay so do u guys remember my sheriff silver? well i think he and silnui should be besties bc this is the cinematic universe of MY life ^_^#therefore what i say goes. marc_nui and i are moots i love their work and like to show support and also i have brainrot disease its fatal#this isnt even a gift like the last time i drew silnui. this is deranged self-indulgence for ME. they just got dragged into it GVHFJD#dove mentioned on twt that silnui can be sheriff silver's deputy and i DIED. i DIED i DISSOLVED i VANISHED from this reality. WEEPING#twst#twisted wonderland#twst silver#suntails
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My favorite old men in the modern day
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#genshin venti#genshin zhongli#genshin impact#zhongven#rog art#god i love them#my feelings on their dynamic is so#I have alot to say but also I wouldnt be able to find the words I want#like literally who else is gonna get them like each otheer#look how long this love can hold its breath#whatever guys i dont even care *visibly shaking*#idk y all my ships are so queer platonic/romantic/deeply tangled and vague#barely held back from indulging in some web weaving 4 this jksdahskjd
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thinking about that bkdk edating in middle school trope, except they're amino boyfriends đ
they meet on an all might amino community. katsuki is one of the community mods, and izuku is the leader of an analysis club on there. izuku's posts were often featured and very popular in the community (he was def a microcelebrity), and katsuki always gave him a ton of amino coins on his posts.
for a challenge he's hosting for his club, izuku makes a huge deep-dive post analyzing all might's rise to fame in his bronze age. this post gets close to 10k likes, and katsuki gifts him 5k amino coins on the post. when izuku sees that number, he freaks out and assumes it must be a mistake since that's a huge number, who in their right mind would give him that much money??
he messages katsuki (who's username is đđđ·đȘđ¶đČđ°đ±đœ âïžđ„) (LMAOOOOO) and asks if the amount of coins was a mistake + offers to give them back. katsuki tells him that there was no mistake, and that he just really liked izuku's post. izuku is really flattered that this guy liked his analysis so much, and they continue texting back and forth for a while.
they follow each other and put each other in their bios under "bffs," and a month or two after that, they officially become boyfriends. izuku buys amino+ using all the coins katsuki had given him (katsuki keeps spending his allowance to buy more amino coins so he's super rich). they start matching profile themes after that, switching to a new theme every month. they have matching profile frames and chat bubbles and everything, and izuku makes a sticker pack of all might faces to use when texting katsuki (sometimes katsuki uses the stickers too, but only when texting izuku)
everyone on all might amino knows they're dating, since they're both such high-profile people in the community. they become the community's it-couple, and people love commenting on their walls how cute their matching profiles are. katsuki comments under all of izuku's posts praising his analysis, and izuku always replies with a string of all might heart-eye stickers.
6 months into their relationship, izuku tells katsuki he can call him by his real name. up until now, izuku had gone by the nickname "golden" in honor of all might's golden age. when izuku tells katsuki his name, though, he doesn't get a response. the next day, izuku wakes up to find that katsuki's profile has been deleted entirely.
izuku feels like throwing up. he doesn't know what happened to dynamight, if he caused this, what could have caused this. he debates deleting his account too, ashamed and confused and hurt, but ultimately decides against it. he changes his profile theme back to an aesthetic picture set of all might in his iconic golden age pose, and continues posting on all might amino as if nothing happened. he doesn't reach out to new people on amino again.
when izuku gets into ua and his workload drastically increases, he stops finding time to post on amino, eventually deleting the app entirely (his profile stays up, though).
in second year, izuku is sitting in the common room with his friends, somehow having been roped into a conversation about dating. "you've never been in a relationship before, have you, deku-kun?" uraraka asks him.
his friends' eyes all focus on him, and he blushes. "well, i had an online boyfriend in middle school, but i'm not sure if that counts." his friends gape at him, clearly surprised. some other people lingering about in the common area also tune into the conversation. katsuki is one of them.
"really, midoriya-kun?" iida says, doing his best to hide his blatant shock. "i must say, that sounds rather out of character for you!"
"did you guys break up or something?" todoroki asks.
izuku grimaces, remembering what happened. "i told him my real name, and then he deleted his account. i think it was because of my name, but I guess i don't know for sure."
uraraka frowns. "that sucks! he didn't deserve you anyway. what an asshole move." the rest of izuku's friends nod in agreement at that. out of the corner of his eye, izuku sees katsuki get up from his armchair and storm out of the room.
months later, izuku and katsuki finally start dating for real. izuku is so overwhelmed with happiness, and katsuki's eyes light up every time he sees izuku. one night, though, katsuki pulls him aside. "there's something i need to tell you."
izuku frowns in confusion. "what's up?"
katsuki takes a deep breath. "...i'm dynamight."
this does not clear izuku's confusion. "um... yeah, i know what your hero name is."
"no, it's-" katsuki cuts himself off, then starts again. "i was dynamight on amino, too."
izuku feels his heart drop. he's not sure what katsuki is saying, why he's bringing it up. "you... we were... you mean we dated back in middle school?"
katsuki nods, eyes on the floor. he doesn't say anything else.
"why did you..." izuku licks his lips in apprehension. "why did you delete your account?"
katsuki is silent for a moment. "i freaked out when i found out who you were," he finally says. "i mean, you know how i was treating you in real life back then. and we had been texting all that time, and i had been comforting you from the bullying you were going through, only to realize it was me who was- i didn't... i didn't know what to say. and obviously i was really immature at the time and wasn't ready to process my feelings yet. but that whole thing helped me realize my feelings for you, even though i didn't want to accept that at the time.
"but," katsuki continues, clearly on a roll now, "that still doesn't excuse what i did. it was a shitty move. and i know i've apologized for how i bullied you before, but i'm sorry for this, too, izuku. i know i hurt your feelings. i swear i'll be a better boyfriend this time, i promise. uh- only if... if you still want to be together."
izuku can't even think of what to say for a moment, still silently reeling at katsuki's confession. eventually he says, "no, i- i get it. we were both pretty immature at the time, and to be honest i kind of got over it a while ago. but," he smiles, "that apology really means a lot to me. and of course i still want to be with you."
he leans in to kiss katsuki briefly. izuku doesn't think he'll ever get used to that.
katsuki rests his forehead against izuku's, eyes taking in izuku's face. "i swear i'll be an even better boyfriend than dynamight was, golden."
and then they lived happily ever after :>
#LMAOO WHY DID THIS POST GET SO LONG IM SORRY#stoppp i put this into a google doc why did i write over 1k words for this im dead#can u guys tell I was an amino girly back in the day#i was never in an amino relationship but i did have 2 friends who were edating each other#they had a rlly bad breakup tho idk what happened </3 i felt like a child of divorce#anyways this au is entirely self-indulgent ive literally been obsessed with the edating aus lately. eating UP all those tiktoks#mha#bnha#my hero academia#boku no hero academia#bakugou katsuki#izuku midoriya#bakudeku#bkdk#dkbk#dekubaku#i can't believe im regularly posting bkdk headcanons on here now LMAOO what happened to my revalink hc era#but lowk its so fun to be back into posting abt my silly little headcanons. i miss the revalink community tho :( shoutout to my rvlnk moots
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