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rrairey · 3 months
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𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐀𝐂𝐂𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘 𝐘𝐄𝐋𝐋 𝐀𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔;
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a/n: jujutsu kaisen characters because..... why not? i just wanted to write something today-
Megumi Fushiguro, Yuuji Itadori, Ryomen Sukuna, Suguru Geto
cw: an itty bitty sprinkle of angst and tooth-rotting fluff.
taglist✨: @no-b10g-here @anxious-chick @aleluvsuu (please let me know if you want to join the taglist!!)
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𝐌𝐞𝐠𝐮𝐦𝐢 𝐅𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐨
There was only one time ever that he yelled at you.
He was tense, his day was going terribly, and he knew that you were just trying to help but...
"For god's sake just leave me alone!"
And as soon as those words left his mouth, he was instantly washed over by a wave of guilt, because when he turned around...
'Fuck.'
Those unshed tears pooled up in your e/c eyes, and your beautiful face turned blank as you met his gaze, traces of unreadable emotion hidden in the beautiful depths.
"Fine."
Turning to leave, you speed walk towards the door, only to pause as Megumi practically leapt off his bed to tackle you with a hug.
"No, no, no, darling I'm sorry, please don't go."
Whispering apologies, he held on to you as if he couldn't bear to let go as if you were the one thing keeping him anchored. He tightened his grip around you as you turned to face him, one of those tears slipping down your face as you stared up at him.
"It's okay I'm here, i'm sorry."
Cradling your face, Megumi wiped away that one tear, all the traces of annoyance gone as you sniff and bury your head into his chest, hearing the sound of his heartbeat.
"I'm sorry."
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𝐘𝐮𝐮𝐣𝐢 𝐈𝐭𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐢 be for real. that cutie pie ain't gonna yell at you. he cries if you cry and he would comfort you while tears dramatically stream down his face, he isn't gonna yell.
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𝐑𝐲𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐒𝐮𝐤𝐮𝐧𝐚
There are some days that every little thing pisses him off.
Today was one of those days.
"How do they fail at the simplest of instructions?!"
With his red eyes glimmering with unleashed rage, Sukuna paced across the throne room with you standing off to the side. The curse was kneeling on the floor, one of its arms missing and the stench of fear practically radiating off the poor thing.
"Get out before I RIP YOU TO SHREDS."
And before the last words dripped off his mouth, the curse tripped over air and scrambled out of the room, while Sukuna added another hole in the wall, a small boom filling the throne room as the curse exited.
"Ryo, I think you're being too harsh on them."
You brush off a speck of dust on your otherwise immaculate suit/dress, watching as Sukuna's hands twitch with restrained anger, his back turned towards you.
"No, it's just every one of them is utterly useless!"
And with those words, he struck the stone wall with the palm of his hands, a massive crack now resting on the wall as dust rained from the ceiling.
"Ryo... I think you need to calm dow-"
"Shut up for one goddamn moment!"
The silence took over the throne room, the very air stilling.
And Sukuna was instantly engulfed by emotions that made him want to tear out his hair, as he faced you and saw that you turned your face away.
But he knew.
He knew from where your shoulders seemed to cave in to protect yourself, the shaky breaths.
'what the fuck do i do?'
He didn't want you to be hurt.
Cautiously walking forward, he didn't say anything, gently turning you around.
"Look at me."
He whispered, fighting the uncertainty that was clouding his mind. You turned your face away, and Sukuna sighed, lifting one of his hands to delicately cradle your face, his 'heart' sinking to his feet as he saw the pooled-up tears, hidden in the e/c eyes that you called plain, but he called ethereal.
"Don't cry."
Wrapping his arms around you, he gingerly held you as if you were a dying flame.
"Please. Don't cry."
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𝐒𝐮𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐮 𝐆𝐞𝐭𝐨
He was pissed off.
You could tell.
From the muscle twitching in his jawline to how he kept tearing his hands through his already messed-up hair...
You should've kept quiet.
"Whats wrong?"
Geto inhaled a sharp breath, his shoulders twitching with barely controlled rage and began rolling up the sleeves of his unbuttoned polo shirt, his usual onyx eyes...
Cold.
"It's nothing you should worry your pretty head about."
But it wasn't the soft tone he used for you.
It was the voice of steel.
"Bu-"
With his tone of voice, you should've shut up right then and there.
But you were worried about him.
"For one fucking moment can you go away?!"
And the worry instantly turned into hurt anger.
And Geto's pissed-off expression turned into a frantic one as he turned to see your beautiful face, with your bottom lip slightly trembling.
'fuck. why do i always have to ruin everything?'
And he watched as you stilled and bolted for the door.
The door that he was in front of, was the only way out.
And when you ran past him, Geto practically stepped in front of you so that you ran into him, the force driving the air from his lungs, but he didn't flinch.
Only wrapped his arms around you, as tight as he could, pressing little kisses on your head as he felt your body shiver.
"I didn't mean it."
He whispered, his onyx eyes closing as he held you.
"i fucked up again, didn't I?"
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l0v3tast3 · 10 months
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horny thoughts ! bc this is all i can write rn ig other things are in progress i swear ヽ(*・ω・)ノ
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könig who can't get enough of how you react when he finally opens you up enough to bottom out inside you. he knows his size and your limits, and he never pushes in too fast, always makes sure to keep his face and hands between your thighs until you're boneless and making the sheets wet with your cum and his spit. and it's always worth it. he loves it all, he loves doing just about anything you'll let him do to you; but the way desperately grab at him, how you choke on the air you try to pull in, the way you always whine and grind your hips into his to get him to start moving when they meet your thighs or ass is his favorite part.
"be patient, hase, i don't want to hurt you," he'll say while he grinds down into you, always making your back arch and your brain empty without fail. "you want me to make you feel good, right? i will, liebling, i promise. can you be good for me and wait? i know you can, you're always so good for me," könig whispers, always pressing himself close to you. he runs his hands over your body, massaging the pressure points that push whiny moans through your puffy lips.
you always cling to him so tightly, digging your nails into his arms and shoulders and back, trying so hard to ground yourself from how stuffed you are as he rolls his hips to push in even deeper. könig loves how you clutch onto him; he gets the idea to tie your hands to the headboard one day, just to see how desperate you would get. you almost cried, nearly-incoherently begging for him to please, please let you touch him before he unties you. he almost feels bad. "shh, it's alright hase, don't cry. i'll make it up to you. what do you want me to do, hm? tell me, süß, what can i do?"
and once he eventually starts dragging his thick cock back and sinking back in, könig commits to heart every noise you make, every whimper and moan and whine for when he gets deployed. he memorizes how your body reacts, how your eyes roll back and your mouth hangs open. how your legs shake and you arch your back and try to push your hips into his to match his thrusts as he steadily quickens his pace.
könig who's just so in love with how you react to him <3
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hase = "bunny" , liebling = "darling" , süß = "sweet" (u should look up the pronunciation) , also sowwy for the uber amount of tags lol (* ̄▽ ̄)b
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eternalbuckley · 20 days
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rafe cameron was someone who would always be seen as the big grumpy, insane and bad person. you knew what he did to others, you didn’t support his acts and he knew that. rafe tried to be a better man, for you. sometimes it was easier, sometimes it was harder. but he was sure about one thing: he loved you. in his own ways of defining love. he wasn’t a soft man but there were moments were he showed his soft side, only for you. when you were alone together, in peace. times were he could just shut off his mind and focus on you. his problems would been forgotten, you were the only thing that existed in these moments. from leaves kisses on your forehead, hugging you from behind, making you giggle or cuddling with you in the mornings after you woke up. he couldn’t get enough of you. seeing your smile was enough for him to keep going. he even learned how to make your favourite food, wether it was baking or cooking. he learned it, so he could make it for you. even if he didn’t have to. after seeing how happy you were the first time he made it, he swore to himself to do it more often.
"nah-uh," he would tell you, softly swatting your hands away. you wanted to help him cooking/baking but he didn’t allow that, "you‘re gonna go, be beautiful like always and do whatever you want, baby. the kitchen is my place now." rafe shoved you out of the kitchen and wanted to go back to focusing on cooking/baking the meal.
you playfully rolled your eyes and kissed his cheek. you could swear that you saw a slight blush creeping on his cheeks, not that he would admit that anyway. every time you two had these moments together you thought about the first time you met him. you could have never thought that rafe could have such a side in himself but after all you awakened the good parts of him and showed him that you cared about him, despite the things he‘s done. he was yours and you were his.
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officialdaydreamer00 · 3 months
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Flower crowns
in which you wove him a flower crown, made with love and a very special flower
character: idia shroud
content: no thought only fluff, implied long term relationship with idia, huge nod to greek mythology, just a sprinkle of my favourite godly couple, reader isn't yuu, gender neutral reader, reader is implied to be shorter than idia (very sorry to my tall readers, i am not)
happy birthday to my favourite wet cat, idia shroud ^-^
tags🏷️ @identity-theft-101 @dove-da-birb @ameleii @cave-of-jade @krenenbaker @vioisgoinginsane @edith-is-a-cat @twistwonderlanddevotee @mermaidfanficlibrary + idia kissers out there
winter was here, the ground was covered with layers of fresh snow and harsh winds blew mercilessly.
meanwhile, you were holed up with idia in the confines of his room. the two of you huddled close, wrapped in his warm fuzzy blanket.
you watched idia play some games on the screen as your hands wove together flowers upon flowers, as if they were on autopilot.
at one point, you spaced out while still weaving, which made idia turn to you with a confused look.
he had to poke you out of your daze, then sent you a questioning stare.
you only hummed, and tied the stems, finally finishing the flower crown. you then proceeded to place the crown gently on his head.
idia blinked, staring owlishly at you as his hair gradually glowed a pinkish shade.
he knew what those flowers were, they were native to the island of woes after all. he had read about its meanings, too.
as individuals, narcissus flowers represent creativity, inspiration, awareness and inner reflection, forgiveness, and vitality, all of which described him quite accurately. but giving a bunch of them means to ensure happiness and loyalty to your significant other, which was also directing at him.
idia felt as if his heart was doing backflips. he didn't expect to receive such a gift from you, and on the day before his birthday, no less.
looking down, he noticed you made another flower crown that was on your lap. he picked it up and gingerly placed it on your head, a tiny smile formed when he saw the surprise evident on your face.
"whee hee hee... now we're match." you only chuckled with him, feeling a familiar heat rushed to your cheeks.
the two of you decided to binge-watch some anime series, but underneath the blanket was your hands entwined, fingers interlocking as your hearts beat together as one.
remember to reblog if you enjoy my works!! ^-^
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konigceo · 5 months
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keegan has a big dick and he knows it !!! he's so cocky abt it too :( laughing in ur face when you whimper, 's too big, can't take it' he knows you can take him tho n that's exactly why he thinks it's so cute :( even if you tear up n almost sob, you still take him to the brim !!!
speaking of !! as much as keegan looooves fucking u, he loves it when u give him handjobs just because his cock looks bigger in your hand than his :( he also loves it when u drool around his cock, trying ur best to take him down ur throat but it's just too difficult :( keegan doesn't mind though, he loves the sight of you trying ur best to take him all the way in your throat !!
keegan is a little mean tho, n he'll pat the side of your cheek to tell you to take him deeper :( he's still pretty cute tho, n he'll rub your head nice n softly when you take all of his load in ur mouth !! he makes you wait a while before you can swallow tho :( he loves the way your cheeks slightly puff up, keeping his seed safe in ur mouth♡
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catcze · 5 months
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not particularly a request if u don't want it to be but as a fellow wriothesley enjoyer I wanted to share this idea
fontaine is based off of france right? so the thought of wrio being able to speak french and absolutely using that to his advantage to be a flirt has been driving me insane. he would be INSUFFERABLE (especially if his s/o isn't fluent) and I'd be loving every second of it
(also love your works <3 it's the main fuel that's been making me so horrifically down bad for him)
OH ?!!? MY GOD ?!?! HEHAKJDJ FUCK I HAVE TO WRITE THIS I CANT NOT !! It's a little short and a little sweet, but i hope you like it!
(Translations listed at the end! I used google translate, so if there's any mistakes, please feel free to correct me!!)
Reblogs are greatly appreciated !!
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Wriothesley has started to say things to you on the regular— but for the life of you, you can't understand. It starts first on a slow day. You're lounging in his office, reading a random book you've plucked from his shelves. He's just looking through some papers, doing nothing too important.
Then, Wriothesley glances up from his papers, lets his eyes fall on you. "Tu me rends si heureux."
And you're furrowing your brow in confusion, staring at him. It's a phrase form his mother tongue, that much you know. But you're not sure what it actually means. The way his smile is a bit too mischievous, you don't think that he intends for you to understand, anyway.
"I'm... sorry?" You ask. What else can you say? You're pretty sure from his insufferably smug expression that he's not going to tell you what it means anytime soon. At the very least, you're pretty sure he's not shit talking you to your face.
Your eyes narrow.
Probably.
He can see the question on the tip of your tongue, the suspicious glance you cast his way. Wriothesley just chuckles and goes back to the papers on his desk.
"Don't worry about it, sweetheart."
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The next time, he does it as you're having dinner across from each other in the cafeteria. Your meal is halfway done, having been practically shoveled into your mouth. It probably paints an unflattering picture, but you're too hungry to really care. Resting on the table, he's stubbornly gripping your hand in his own, fingers intertwined. Even though it made eating much more difficult, Wriothesley would scowl and reach back for your hand whenever you tried to take it away, so you just considered it a lost cause.
Lost in filling your stomach, you're almost don't hear what he says.
"Je ne peux pas imaginer le reste de ma vie sans toi." Wriothesley mumbles, thumb stroking the back of your hand tenderly.
You narrow your eyes again, a silent question.
Wriothesley just smiles secretively and raises a hand to his mouth, miming zipping up his lips and locking it with a key, then tossing it away. He winks at you, and you roll your eyes. No answers today, apparently.
"Are you ever going to tell me what it is you've been saying?" you ask once you've swallowed your food.
"Mm. Maybe one day. If I feel like it." And he's grinning again— the cheeky one that he wears whenever he one-ups you, that showcases his dimples and his teeth. You kinda want to punch him, but it also makes you remember how handsome he is when he smiles.
"Fine," you grumble, sighing. You busy yourself once more with your food. "Keep your fucking secrets. See if I care." You do. A lot, actually. You're very curious now.
Wriotheley just smiles and lets you eat.
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But he slips up, one evening. To be fair, it's late at night after a hard day's work. Both of you are exhausted— a tangled mass of limbs and sheets on your bed, both of you halfway asleep already.
Your head is cushioned on his chest, nose pressed against his collarbone, and his arms wrapped around you. Wriothesley's nose is pressed into the crown of your head, breathing in the smell of your hair. His breaths are deep and slow, and you can tell without even looking that his eyes are fighting to stay awake. You're no better, though.
Just before you nod off though, you can feel the brush of his lips against your hair. "Je t'aime. Je t'aime tellement," he says quietly, lips brushing the strands in affection. If you had just been the slightest bit more asleep, you might not have even heard it.
But while you may not be fluent in his language, may know little else aside from the most basic of phrases, you recognize that one. It's hard not to, when it's arguably one of the most popular phrases from his mother tongue. Je t'aime. I love you.
Something gooey finds its way into your chest, and the blood rushes through your body as you're overcome by the sheer sweetness of the man you're laying on. Slowly, you crane your neck up to face him, and can see the slight widening of his eyes, the quiet oh shit that runs through his head.
"Is that what you've been saying?" you ask, voice just as quiet as his. Wriothesley hesitates, arms tightening their hold on you.
"... generally, yes."
You smile gently, scooching up enough to press a kiss to his jaw, then to his lips, giggling when he leans down to make it easier for you. You bury your head into his neck then, resting your cheek against him. "I love you too, Wrio."
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Translations:
Tu me rends si heureux. — You make me so happy. Je ne peux pas imaginer le reste de ma vie sans toi. — I can't imagine the rest of my life without you. Je t'aime. Je t'aime tellement. — I love you. I love you so much
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ginger4sugar · 8 months
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The thought of Ex boyfriend! armin talking to you through a lock door plays in my mind every night. The rapid changes of emotions in his voice everytime you tell him you’re not gonna open the door unless he chills the fuck out. You go quiet for a second and all you can hear is his soft breath from the other side, but you know his forehead is pressed against the wood.
“Baby please don’t do this to me— to us.”
“imma do better i promise.”
“Fuck Y/n you make me crazy— just open the door.”
“Yk i love you, we can talk about this, face to face.”
You’re trying to stay strong and not let him in but the whine in his voice and the fact you knew he was on the other side pleading for contact with you after you cut him out of your life— even though you missed him more than anyone could even imagine.
“Just leave Armin..”
“..baby please.”
“Yk i can’t do that.”
UGHHHH I NEED HIM SOOOOOO BAD!!
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meiwritesyan · 1 year
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- 001:: yandere idol -
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ʚ ♡ ɞ summary: you absolutely loves the well-known idol that everyone usually talks about, including you. guess what? he obsessed over likes you too!
ʚ ⚠︎ ɞ warnings: yandere,obsessive behaviors,stalking behaviors, lowercase intended! do tell me if there is missing any other things that i should mention in warnings! i do not condone the action of yanderes irl!!
ʚïɞ pairing[s]: romantic yandere male idol x gn reader pt 2
ʚ ✉ ɞ wc: 0.2k
ʚ ˙ᵕ˙ ɞ request: ✗
ʚ ✦ ɞ intro | byf | masterlist
ʚ ☁︎ ɞ mei's note: this is sucks :( but i hope you like it! the flirt a bit weird to me idk likes n reblogs are very much appreciated!
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ʚ ♥︎ ɞ yan idol who met you on one of his meet and greet. you are just so cute!
ʚ ♥︎ ɞ yan idol who actually suspicious of you when you gave him a small kitten plushie, he suspect you to put a camera or voice recorder to stalk his life secretly. surprisingly,when he check the plushie,theres no camera,or even voice recorder! now,he feel bad for destroying the handmade plushie you just made for him. he tries to fix it,but he just made it worst, damn it! it didnt even have the look of cute kitten anymore!
ʚ ♥︎ ɞ yan idol who start to trust you since the plushie incident. he is eager if theres any other event in your country,he really wants to meet you again!
ʚ ♥︎ ɞ yan idol who will learn your native language and will try to talk with your native language,trying to impress you(if your native language not the same as him)
ʚ ♥︎ ɞ yan idol who have ppl to stalk look over you,since his career + schedule wont let him see your adorable face everyday
ʚ ♥︎ ɞ yan idol who also gives you little gifts such as candy or chocolate bar secretly into your hands when you ask him to sign an autograph at his album etc
ʚ ♥︎ ɞ yan idol who winks at you when he sees you at one of his concert. your flustered face are so cute! if not for his career,he would explode by your cuteness right away! but of course,he needs to be professional
ʚ ♥︎ ɞ yan idol who will sends at your address a vip ticket,when he finally knew abt your address
ʚ ♥︎ ɞ yan idol who will wear a cute onesie of your fav animal at one of his live!
ʚ ♥︎ ɞ yan idol who will flirts only with you. you are so cute when you are blushing!
ʚ ♥︎ ɞ "hi cutie [nickname] ~! where should i sign my autograph? on our marriage certificate it is?"
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kiskisur · 6 months
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my boy.
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warnings: NSFW, playboy!mreader x top kaveh, slight degrading kink, kaveh whimpers while fucking you because I said so, possessive ig?
note: this is for a friend of mine who will NOT CALM DOWN ABOUT KAVEH.
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"fuck, you're so deep inside m-me ah..!" you moan closely to his ear as he panted and rutted his hips into you like a dog in heat.
he was frustrated and angry at you for flirting with other people again and kissing them, he wanted to be the only one who can kiss you, the one to touch you.
"(name) s-so- mMmf! tight!" Kaveh whimpered, moving faster now, rapidly thrusting his hips against you while you dug your nails into his back, tightening your muscular legs around his waist.
The room was filled with your loud moans, groans, whimpers, and cries as he continued to abuse your prostate.
"you know- mm.. damn well they can never fuck y-you better than I do!" the blonde hair grunted, recalling the times you flirted and even made out with people knowing he was looking at you.
In one swift motion, catching you off guard, you were now on top of kaveh, riding him.
the position of his tip brushing on so many deep spots inside you made you so sensitive, your hands holding onto the blonde man's shoulder for dear life.
"s-sO deep..! ngh aH mmF?!-" you were a moaning mess, kaveh brought his hand down to your own dick, rubbing the slit and stroking you at the same rhythm.
a new sound even escaped your lips when he began to squeeze the head slightly almost pushing you over the edge.
"that was cute" kaveh laughed breathlessly, still jerking you off as your leg muscles began to weaken from all the riding.
"pLeas- mmN!~ harder, f-fucK me haRder please!" you were practically crying now, tears of pleasure streaming down your flushed cheeks as kaveh cooed and caressed your cheeks.
he wipes the tear that was falling down your face, kissing your forehead when his hand took a hold of your waist and slammed you down deeper, your eyes rolling back as cum spurted to your stomach and kaveh's shirt.
"l-little sl- nnGh.. slut, always flirting with someone else when you know I can only fuck y-you aH! dumb..!" he shuddered, a few powerful thrusts later something warm filled inside you, too exhausted and hazy to talk.
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dumbificat · 1 month
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imagine gambling with aventurine.
you tried to stop him, you really did. he’s got you in his lap, hand wrapped round your waist and resting on your thigh. his other hand is busy shaking the die that will decide his fate. you can feel the stares of the surrounding gamblers, cut the air with a knife the tension is so thick. it’s no surprise: aventurine is gambling his life on a dice throw. he holds the die up to your face, whispering to ‘blow for good luck, sugar.’
with bated breaths, he throws the die with a smirk. there are gasps, but none of it matters when he pulls you into a kiss before the die even land. you can only hope, pray that he won the bet but if he keeps kissing you like this, maybe you should join his gambles more often.
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@ryuryuryuyurboat @imapencil @aventurintus @rainswept (tagged meisha + crow bc i know you love him)
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kissmiya · 4 months
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☆ ❝ 𝐬'𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐫𝐲 ❞ ⋆ genshin x reader
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synopsis. general nsfw hcs with wrio (i deleted the anon ask that asked this im so sorry aaahhh
warnings. 18+, nsfw, hair pulling, dacryphilia (the title, come on), threesome mentions
author's note. i saw a fanart about wriolette on tiktok so i had inspiration to answer the ask huhu
pairings. wriothesley x gn!reader (sub & dom!wrio + sub & dom!reader)
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wriothesley has a habit of pulling your hair as he pounds his member inside you, and if you've really been that naughty, he'll make you read or help him with a few documents while holding your hips down onto his shaft, forcing you to take him all in :x
oh but don't get me wrong, he likes his hair getting pulled as well, or just like, play with it while he's giving you head cause i think personally he'd be into that.
has a thing for marking you one hundred percent, can't look at me in the eyes and say to me he wouldn't (probably unaware of when he does and how he does too i swear, will apologize afterwards lol)
unintentionally pushes your head while you suck him off, just feels that good.
^^ probably girth > length, like he'd be a good 5.5 inches when soft, maybe 6.5 inches when hard, 3 inches wide but hey yk its curved to the right a little so maybe its a bit longer than we think
likes eye contact while doing allat to you, thinks it's romantic an would like to keep his eyes locked with yours while you both feel pleasure
i think he'd also like quickies, but only when he's in a certain mood; that mood being stressed out or mad. like just quickly eats you out before going back to work
unknowingly and doesn't notice he goes too rough, although when you mention it, he'll try to slow down. keyword: try
lets neuvillette join in on the fun :p i don't have anything to add on to that
both probably really into double penetration too, so mmf ngh to them iykwim, they both get to have fun (or atleast one of neuvi's cocks bc personally i think he has two)
ok later on for neuvillette hcs, aside that,
erm, i think he'd personally have a size kink, whether it'd be you being smaller than him or larger and taller, either way he's like 'meow >_<'
giddy schoolgirl wriothesley when it comes to his s/o who's taller and stronger than him and can sweep him off his feet like a little princess
aside that again im getting carried away
he definitely has a temp(erature) kink, that cryo vision not there for nothing !!!!
uses his cryo powers to see you squirm on his lap while he signs a few stacks of paperwork, maybe even cockwarm him a little
aye to the sub wriothesley fans this one's for you; he def likes being pulled by a chain, i'm just saying i don't know man, consider the thought (he has literal chains on his outfit), and with that in mind, maybe getting handcuffed (you handcuff him) doesn't sound too bad
at first look, he's not a begger, like you look at him and probably think "why would he beg"
he begs no joke
will personally get on his knees, hell even all 4s if he that desperate to let him hit
even if he's not the one getting his back blown out he still louderrr than you are,
+ he's all for teasing, and overstimulation
i like to think he's just sooo whiny for you to just take it down your throat already seeing you just teasing his tip with small licks before taking it into your mouth, brushing your fingers against the base and to the shaft every now and then
more of a 'i'll eat my cum right back out you after releasing my load inside you' but he doesn't mind fingering your and his mixed liquids out your hole
idk im alreay burnt out and out of ideas
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yippee!! jjk nsfw hcs soon :p
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rrairey · 4 months
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Ryomen Sukuna was the king of curses, the strongest curse and the most heartless person you will ever meet.
But you, however...
You could weaken him with one kiss, or worse yet, one adorable bat of your insufferably pretty eyes.
Whenever he was around you, he forced himself to say the same thing over and over in his mind until he could believe it was true.
'I hate you.'
So far...
It wasn't working.
"Useless." Pacing around his throne room, with a cowering curse kneeling before the throne, you watched on sitting on the armrest.
The armrest of the throne for the king of curses.
'.....how are you not dead yet-?' The curse wobbled on its feet, sending you a glare and that thought to you knowing full well you couldn't hear it.
Sukuna stomped back to the throne, glancing over you with his crimson red eyes and sat down, one of his arms gently wrapping around your waist to steady you.
"...Out." The curse shuffled its feet and sent a questioning look to Sukuna, before quickly staring at the floor. "Pardon-" Sukuna snarled, his eyes alight with murderous fury. "Out!"
The curse quickly stood up, nearly tripping over its feet and exited repeatedly bowing, a spark of fear in its one eye. "....That includes all of you." The guards surrounding the throne floor quickly saluted and marched out, the black wooden door shutting with a bang.
"....Idiots. All of them, idiots." Turning to Sukuna and placing a hand on his arm, you gave him a slightly scolding look. "Calm down, Ryo."
You.
A weak, insufferable human.
He would never follow orders from you-
Sukuna sighed as you gave him your ultimate weapon.
'Goddammit. That fuckin face.'
Reaching forward to poke at his scowl, you innocently smile and give him a kiss between the eyebrows. Sukuna rolled his eyes, and after a good second, he tugged you off the armrest right onto his lap, resting his chin on your head.
His crimson eyes closing in slight content, he wrapped his arms around you in a tight embrace, slightly opening an eye to see you looking up at him, a questioning look in your eyes.
"....Ryo?" Inhaling the fragrance of [scent], he leaned down to steal a kiss from your lips, he felt his anger melt away with each second. "Shut up brat." He whispered, his scowl fading away, along with his 'heartless' facade.
'....I don't hate you do I?'
Hearing the way you laugh, seeing the way you smile makes him feel something a curse wasn't supposed to feel.
'No I don't.'
When he instantly scowls at you, but his ruby eyes brighten when he sees you walking towards him, makes him feel.....
'How annoying.'
Weak.
Opening his eyes, he stared down at your half asleep face, relishing the feeling of warmth, the feeling of peace.
He never felt like this before.
He felt like he had everything and nothing.
Men like Sukuna love once.
Deep. Eternal. A soul binding love that will never ever waver.
'it's a pity that you are the one that has to be burdened through it.'
Because he wants all of your love.
To him, you were his world, his heart, his soul and his.
You were where his heart rests.
And only you could have it.
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this wasn't supposed to be this deep.
tagging you! @no-b10g-here @lostinwildflowers (soft-ish sukuna! 👀)
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darby-rowe · 24 days
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i’m creaming at this idea
imagine sej pounding the shit out of coryo in doggy style and ur in front of coryo, holding his face in ur hands just praising him
sej would be degrading him while ur comforting him as he’s getting POUNDDDDDEDDDDDD
anon this idea has me (s)creaming too WHOA. also hope u dont mind that sej isnt much of a degrader and more like... sassy? i guess thats the word?
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18+ | nsfw | mdni cw m/m/f threesome, sub!coryo, dom!sej, dom!reader
coriolanus's moans were nearly pornographic in nature — a melody of sounds you had never heard before until sejanus buried his cock deep inside his ass, and suddenly a whole new world unlocked before you.
and you had front row seats to the blonde's unraveling, too. laying down on your back as coriolanus straddled your hips, sejanus fucking him from behind. you reached your hands upward to hold the poor boy's face in your hands as he moaned and moaned and moaned, nearly on the verge of fucking tears.
a large smack could be heard as sejanus's hand came in contact with coriolanus's ass, eliciting a pathetic yelp from him. you shoved your thumb in between his plush lips and watched in awe as he immediately latched onto you, swirling his tongue around your digit. his eyes looked so dumb and weepy, curls sticking to his forehead from sweat. this was the prettiest he had ever looked.
"such a pretty boy..." you cooed, your hands never leaving coriolanus's face. you watched as his eyes fluttered shut as the compliment left your lips. "such a pretty boy taking sej's cock in your ass, yeah?"
"s'fucking tight," sejanus groaned from behind him, leaving a few more large handprints on coriolanus's pale skin. you could feel your thumb vibrate as the blue-eyed boy whimpered around you. a small string of spit connected your thumb to his lips when you retracted your hand, his mouth falling open to emit more dirty sounds.
"i know this fucking feels good, don't it?" sejanus taunted, smirking as coriolanus openly cried as a response. "not so stubborn now, are you? fuck, you feel fucking great around my cock,"
"wanna cum," coriolanus whined. "wanna cum so hard..."
when coriolanus's head fell down onto your chest, reaching beneath him to jerk himself off, you held him the entire time — cooing such sweet nothings as you the top of his disheveled head.
and you made sure to tell him he did an extra good job after he came all over his hand and your tummy.
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eternalbuckley · 25 days
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rafe cameron who would be so cocky about being the one who is the one you are with, especially if you‘re the one that nobody ever got to be with. you always turned down everyone, even rafe in the beginning but still, it was him you want to be with. despite so many different people promising you to be the best one‘s you could get. despite them trying to tell you they‘re better than rafe. despite them trying to talk bad about rafe behind his back, knowing that it could end up being beaten up by rafe personally. rafe would be so proud to be your boyfriend. showering you in small, meaningful presents, gifting you your favourite flowers every day. showering you in kisses, hugging you from behind and making you laugh. having this soft spot for you and only you. showing everyone that he is yours and always will be yours. everybody knew that you‘ve got him wrapped around your finger and they knew that they shouldn’t talk bad about the other one in front you or rafe, unless they want to deal with being beaten up. yet, some people tried to level him up. and whenever he had his mental breakdowns? you were there for him. making sure he knew that he wasn’t alone, that you were there. at his side. even if it was 3am in the morning and he called you, you would be listening to him. you were the only one who was able to calm him down.
and obviously the sex with him would be good as well, that‘s something we can’t argue about. no matter if it was rafe being soft, angry or jealous for whatever reason. it would end up in feeling good anyways. ♡
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wtfsteveharrington · 2 years
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put away my pride / roommate!steve harrington x reader 
contents: requested - mutual masturbation where reader’s vibrator dies so they get a helping hand. i changed up the ask a lil but hopefully this still works! 
roommate steve finds you flustered and on the hunt for batteries and wants to help take care of your bad mood. 
if you squint there’s a bit of perv!steve energy. female masturbation w/ toy, mutual masturbation, oral (f receiving), unprotected sex, a hint of cum play. a lil praise kink for steve. 
author’s note: this was meant to be pwp then steve harrington’s chokehold came back strong so SOME plot was made. no reader pronouns included nor body descriptors outside of fleshy/soft skin references.
word count: almost 4.6k
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Steve would never tell you this to keep you from getting embarrassed - but the walls in your apartment are thin. And you? Well... You can be a little loud sometimes, much to his surprise. 
Not just you, but late at night there’s this faint mechanical buzzing he can hear that keeps him up. He’s tried moving his bed to a different wall, tried asking if you could hear him rustling around at night, tried everything he could think of. 
Alas. 
You wait until it’s late enough that you’re sure he has to be asleep, pulling your heavy comforter over your naked body and getting yourself comfortable back on the bed. It’s been over a month since Robin had dragged you two towns over to go to some sex shop, getting the two of you matching vibrators because she was too embarrassing to get one by herself. 
It sat in the box under your bed for over a week until one day you were so frustrated and needed an outlet. 
You’d been on edge the whole day and didn’t have the energy to tease yourself tonight. The toy hums to life under the blanket and you quickly think up some plot to keep yourself entertained before bringing the toy towards your clit. If you had been more present you might have noticed that it sounded weaker than normal, but you weren’t. 
The toy had, maybe, 3 minutes of life left. Even in your needy state, three minutes wasn’t nearly enough. You hear it start to slow down, muttering out a string of panicked profanities as the toy gives out on you. 
You’re flabbergasted, pulling the blanket off your heated frame which sends the toy tumbling somewhere across the room. A problem for later. You had told yourself to pick up batteries on the way home but forgot and were now paying the price. 
Stumbling around your dark room you pull a shirt from the pile of laundry in the corner and begin your hunt because surely there’s two batteries hiding somewhere in this apartment. You’d steal them from a different appliance if it came down to it. You’re turning the corner into the kitchen and letting out a small scream because - 
“Holy fuck, you’re awake!” 
Steve’s standing in front of the sink with a glass of water in his hands. Truthfully? He’s a vision. Shirtless with these light blue sweatpants sitting low on his hips, hair a crazy mess, and you refuse to let your eyes linger too long but you could swear there was a bit of a bulge under those damn sweats. “Couldn’t sleep.. What are you doing up?” You’re cursing yourself for not throwing on shorts or cleaning yourself up before heading this way because you’re pretty sure he could hear why you’re up if you take a step. Still on edge and wet and he looks so pretty that it’s not helping. 
You’re walking over towards the sink, pulling out the junk drawer next to it and digging through on a mission. This night had already become significantly more frustrating than you anticipated and this wasn’t going to help. “Just uh, - Noticed my alarm clock was dead. Wanted to get new batteries in it so I don’t oversleep.” Steve’s chuckling into his water, giving the energy that he knows something you don’t. Normally it would annoy you but tonight you’re too focused. 
Where are they? 
Everything in the drawer is getting slammed on the counter. The batteries surely have to be rolling around somewhere in there. Steve’s leaning in closer to you, heat rolling off his body and the combination of everything is starting to make you dizzy. “What do you need? AA’s? Hate to break it to you but I took the last of ‘em for our TV remote.” Fuck. You’re gripping the edge of the drawer, leaning over it and trying to take a deep breath to calm yourself down. 
Steve’s hand is on your lower back and he’s trying to reassure you with the touch yet little does he realize that it’s making your problem so much worse. “Wanna borrow my alarm? I don’t work until two tomorrow... Pretty sure I’ll be up before that.” You’re throwing everything back into the drawer, tears burning the edge of your eyes because you’re so frustrated. “Don’t worry about it. I’m not going to be able to sleep tonight now. Won’t matter.” 
Maybe you’re being a little dramatic but nothing’s worse than being so close and having it ripped away without a solution in sight. Yeah, you could use your fingers but it’s not the same. His hand’s giving your back a small squeeze while he sits his glass in the sink. 
“What’s got you this worked up, huh? Anything I can do to help?” 
It feels like there’s something laced in his words but you can’t decide if it’s actually there or your brain is imagining it due to your current state.
He’s turning to face you, bare chest pressed against the side of your arm. Your cheeks are burning up and you can’t believe how much you’re falling apart from not being able to finish. Between the vibrator dying and the way you can smell how minty Steve’s breath is from brushing his teeth and the way his chest hair is tickling you with each deep breath he takes... 
“Robin convinced me I needed this stupid vibrator and I kept telling myself I needed to get batteries after work for it because I’m practically -” You toss your hands up in the air with a scoff and you know you need to shut up but you can’t help yourself, “I’m addicted to using it. Like, fully addicted, Steve. All I wanted to do after this long ass day is lay back and make myself cum but now I’m standing in the kitchen looking crazy. I can only imagine what you’re thinking of me right now.” 
You can practically feel how entertained he is. Lopsided grin as his hand presses deeper into your back. The pressure brings out this small moan from you that Steve’s not quite sure he didn’t imagine. 
“M’not judging you. Trust me.” 
Your shirt’s getting pulled up ever so slightly by his motions and he’s trying so hard not to look down and take in each inch of exposed skin. “I uh, - I could help. If you want me to, yanno? Getting girls off is one of the few things I’m good at and I don’t want you to suffer like this when I could easily take the edge off.” Blame how late it was for, blame the countless nights he’s spent listening to you moan in the other room... 
Steve’s now cupping the back of your thigh, sliding up until you feel his thumb brush across the bottom of your ass. His lips are ghosting over the shirt covering your shoulder and you can’t help but wonder what they’d feel like on your skin. You whimper out this pathetic sound as he begins to knead at your tender flesh, pushing your hips back into his touch. The past few years have toughened up his hands. His grip is stronger, the pads of his fingers and palms not nearly as soft as you were used to from the boys you’ve been with in the past. 
Plus, not to mention, it felt different because this was Steve touching you, after all.
“Gotta give me something... Tell me to stop if this is too much and I will. We’ll get you the batteries out of the remote and never talk about this again.” You barely let him finish before you’re turning your head to finally face him, leaning in to brush your lips along his. “Need you to take care of me. Please.” He’s bumping his nose on yours, sliding his hand forward and giving you with a moan at the feeling of how slick your thighs were. 
“Jesus Christ.”
You gasp as his fingers find their way between your folds, taking a small side step closer to him to give his wrist more space to move. The step has your thigh pressing along his crotch, now it’s both of you who are moaning at the sensation. Steve ruts his hips up towards you at the same time he push his hand forward to fully cup you, crooking his middle finger so it’s tracing the outer part of your folds. You finally lean in, connecting your lips in a kiss that’s messy and loud and so needy.
He adds his pointer finger to the mix, lightly applying pressure against your hole. You can feel yourself clenching at the touch, rocking your hips down on him. Pulling back from the kiss, lips glossy, you watch as the motion of your hips both works you up from the added pressure between your thighs and you can feel him getting harder on your side. The combination of all these sensations is making you lose all train of thought. This is crazy, isn’t it? 
“Need to cum, Steve. Can you make me do that?” 
“Yeah... Fuck, yeah, I can do that.” His hair is flopping down in his face as he nods his head along with his words, but that doesn’t stop him from watching your expression as he finally dips his index finger into you.
You’re gripping at his arm with one hand, his muscles flexing under your touch while the the other grips the counter for some sense of stability. Lips ghosting over each others as you gasp at the feeling. His thumb’s dragging along your clit at the same time he slips his middle finger inside of you too.
Steve’s finally kissing you and every nerve in your body instantly lights on fire. His lips are warm, more gentle than you expected. There’s a part of you that’s convinced you could cum from just his fingers and this kiss alone considering everything else that happened tonight. Both of you savor each time the other moans into the kiss. 
You bring your hand to his chest, sliding it up through the patch hair then reaching down to toy with the waistband of his sweatpants. “Can I touch you?” He’s chuckling against your mouth, giving a small nod while reaching around to cup the back of your neck. In all honesty, Steve would let you do anything to him. Tilting your head just right so he can deepen the kiss at the same time your hand slips into his pants.
Running your fingers through the patch of hair, dragging your nails against the skin, the combination making him buck his hips up towards your touch. His hand starts picking up the pace, scissoring his fingers deep inside of you to stretch you out. Not that he’s expecting anything more than this… But just in case he wants you to be prepared.
Your hand goes lower, his length hard against your palm. He’s rocking himself towards your touch, lips parted against yours but there’s too much going on for him to be able to keep up with kissing for now. You wrap your hand around him, cursing yourself for not getting something to act like lube before you got this far. Nonetheless, Steve’s fucking himself into your fist, enjoying the drag and friction your dry hand provides.
The two of you work each other like that, a mess of needy touches and sloppy kissing. You’re pretty sure the both of you could finish like this if you gave it another five minutes.
Steve has other plans.
You feel the vibrations through his chest as he groans next to you, pulling your lip back gently with his teeth and slowing his motions between your thighs.
“So fucking wet. Let me clean you up... Gonna feel so much better.” 
He’s fully pulling away from you, eyes hooded and his lips swollen. Falling to his knees in front of you and using a firm grip on your waist to turn your body so your back’s now against the counter.
Steve’s ducking his head under your shirt. You can feel him alternating between kissing your inner thigh and dragging his tongue over your heated skin as he gets closer to your core. He knows how badly you need him, a feeling that has his ego sent to the moon, but he’s not sure if this will happen again so he’s going to savor it while he can.  
This damn drawer handle behind you continues to press into your hip. A stray thought passing through that holy shit you’re gonna be left with some insane bruises tomorrow. You barely have time to process that when Steve’s pulling all your attention back to him.
“You ever think about me when you fuck yourself?”
The question makes you gasp, throwing your head back as if not looking at him makes it better. How do you even answer this without sounding insane? His thumb is pressing firmly against your clit as if to punctuate his question before continuing when you don’t instantly answer, “Have you? Because I’ve thought about you. Know I shouldn’t but sometimes I can’t help myself.” 
Your hips jolt back as his thumb now swirls your clit, “Yes. Sometimes you come home and I can tell your date didn’t go well... I’ll lay in bed and think about you using me instead of your fist.”
He doesn’t respond, instead rewarding you by finally leaning in and pressing a kiss to the left of your clit, the right, above it, then wrapping his lips around the nub while starting to move his fingers still buried inside of you. 
You’re lacing your fingers in his hair, knees getting weaker by the second as you rock your hips towards his mouth. He’s lapping at your hole, letting his tongue just push in to tease you before showing your clit love too. You feel his fingers at your core now, one sliding inside of you once again while he sucks at your clit. He’s already worked you up, he knows one won’t do, so before you can even register there’s another finger being pushed in with the first one.
Steve’s fingers are dragging inside of you, a firm pressure along your walls, bending them to press down just right and - “Steve, fuck. Gonna cum if you keep that up.” That’s all the encouragement he needed to keep up that pace, continue tracing over your clit with his tongue at the same time. Flicking it against the nub, moaning into your sensitive skin. 
There’s something about Steve Harrington kneeling on the kitchen floor, ignoring his own hard cock, and eating you out better than anyone else...
You’re tightening your grip on his hair, hips twitching as your orgasm builds deep in your stomach. He’s not backing off. Bottom lip dragging along your folds as he moves to suck your clit in between his lips now. You’re choking out his name, pressing your thighs tight around his head and throwing back your head as your climax hits. 
Steve licks you through your orgasm, humming into your sensitive core as he works away. His grip on your waist is the only thing keeping you upright as your body starts to go limp, overwhelmed and exhausted from the night’s events. You can feel him sit your feet on the cold kitchen floor but you both know your thighs are shaking too bad for you to support yourself. 
He’s chuckling to himself, admiring how much he was able to get you to fall apart before helping you jump backwards onto the counter. Maybe you shouldn’t be up there bare assed, neither of you particularly care at the moment. 
As your body comes down from it’s high, you start to really notice how much Steve has given you without asking for a single thing in return. He’s straining against his sweats, shifting uncomfortably, cheeks turning rosy. 
You wave him closer, giving him a sleepy and haphazard grin as he steps between your legs. He’s going to excuse himself to the bathroom or claim he needs to sleep... Make up something so he can go take care of himself.
Steve’s lost his train of thought as you brush your fingers alongside the top of his cock. You’re taking mental notes - slight curve, thick vein to the left of where you’re touching, his hips keep jerking when you gently rake your nails against his length. There’s a thick tension in the air that’s sending a shiver down your spine, the motion not going unnoticed. Both of you know you should probably go to bed, but Steve deserves more than a night of jacking off in his bed, right? 
The question comes out before you can even register what you’re about to say. 
“Do you wanna fuck me?” 
Steve’s cock twitches beneath your fingers and you can hear his breath get stuck in his throat. He starts rocking himself into your hand and if you scoot up a little more - The head of his cock is now flush against your core. You watch as he grabs a hold of himself, dragging his tip through your folds and shuddering at how wet and warm and God he wants to sink into you so bad. 
“Don’t know if I can fuck you just once. Think I’m gonna get addicted.” 
Which makes you giggle. A lot. 
You’ve seen him through all his phases, from King Steve to hopeless Steve, and you never once pictured that you would be his undoing. You wrap your arms around his neck, leaning in to press a kiss to his brow, his nose, his cheek, all the way until you’re kissing under his ear and - 
“Make me yours then.”
Steve bites down on his bottom lip and has to take a moment or he’s running the risk of ruining this for both of you. He’s tapping himself on your clit one last time before lining himself up, meeting your eye and watching your expression as he starts to inch in. Your face scrunches up as you give Steve this gaspy moan that he’ll never forget. Once he’s fully buried inside of you, there’s a hand clutching at your hip while the other comes to cup the back of your neck. 
“Feels good?” There’s more pressure on him to get this right with you. You’re nodding instantly, tightening your arms around his neck to pull him closer. Some of the tension in the air being replaced with nerves as it hits you both that holy shit you’re fucking on the kitchen counter. “Yeah, feels really good. Do you, Stevie? Feel good?” 
He’s giving you this goofy little smile, giving an experimental rock of his hips. “Feels - shit... Feels amazing.” Stopping short of telling you that he’s already pretty sure you were the best thing he’s ever felt. That might be a little too much. 
Steve’s lips drag across yours, moaning into your mouth as he starts to build up a rhythm. Slow, deep strokes. He’s a little caught up in his own thoughts - Trying to make sure he doesn’t do too much since you’re still sensitive, trying to show off for you after years of talking up how good he was, trying desperately not to make a fool of himself.
You stroke along his chin before letting your hands fall down his chest. “Too much going on in that pretty head of yours.” Tightening your legs around his waist and digging your heels into his ass so he’s bottoming out in you. He’s choking out a moan, hips instinctively rocking the best they can against the pressure you’re putting on his body. 
“Wanna do a good job - Wanna impress you.”
His hips buck deeper, making the two of you moan in unison. Your arms wrap around his neck, fingers lacing in his hair as you drag him into another kiss. The two of you haven’t learned the other yet, how you both like to kiss and be kissed, so it’s sloppier than you wanted but it gets the job done. Steve’s grabbing onto your hip with one hand, clutching the counter with the other for stability as he deepens his motions. 
You whimper at the new sensation, thighs losing their hold on his frame as he fucks into you with a new passion. Muttering out a broken string of praises and pleas as he chases his own orgasm. Steve’s burying his face in your neck, all you can hear anymore is the sound of him moaning mixed with his shaky breathing right by your ear. 
“Wanna impress me, Baby? Can you come for me? Know you want to so bad... Show me how good I feel.” 
You’re not totally sure where this side of you is coming from, but you know you did something right when Steve brokenly grunts out your name and his hips start to lose their pace. You start clenching yourself around his length, sneaking a hand between your bodies to toy with your own clit. It’s rare you finish during sex, yet here Steve was making you think you could come twice. 
He’s pulling away from your neck, lips finding yours with a feverish intensity you weren’t expecting. It’s needy, primal even. You’re whimpering into the kiss, dragging your nails along Steve’s back with the hand that’s not between your thighs. It hits you by surprise, that tension building up once again as you cry out Steve’s name. 
It takes every ounce of strength for him to not finish deep inside of you as you come undone. Instead he’s pulling out once he feels you relax, choking out your name as he strokes himself through his orgasm, watching as each drop lands against your fucked out pussy. Admiring how pretty you look like this, how much he likes when you look like you belong to him. He’s unwrapping his fingers from his cock, reaching forward without thinking to collect the mixture of you both. Thick on his fingers, he’s making eye contact with you for a moment before looking pointedly down at your lips. 
You part your lips, eyes focused on his as Steve’s fingers now weigh heavy against your tongue. Getting right to work cleaning him up, moaning at the way you two taste together. His eyes gloss over, pulling his fingers from your mouth then stealing one last kiss.
The two of you stay close for a few minutes, both trying to catch your breath and simultaneously letting the reality of the situation settle in. His forehead is pressed against yours. His hands lazily sliding along your thighs while yours are firm on his back.
Holy shit.
You just fucked Steve.  
He silently gets to work cleaning the two of you up. Taking a moment to ponder between using a kitchen towel or a paper towel to wipe you down with - finally deciding that the paper towel was probably cleaner. He’s delicate with you. Catching your eye and waiting for the small nod of permission before reaching out to wipe your inner thighs. You grip his shoulder as he wipes at your core, heat rising to your cheeks before giggling out some apology about still being sensitive.
As if you need to apologize.
You watch, entranced by seeing him this up close, as he twists his head, pressing a small kiss to your fingers still resting on him, then stepping back and out of your touch. He toss the paper towels away before moving to grab the discarded cup of water from earlier. Filling it under the tap while he yanks up his pants much to your disappointment. It’s not an uncomfortable silence… Just the two of you trying to navigate what the hell comes next.
Steve takes a long drink of water and you let your eyes linger on the way a droplet finds its way down his adam’s apple before disappearing into the hair on his chest. Now that you’ve finally let yourself truly look at him, not just keep your guard up against admiring him... “You’re pretty, Steve Harrington.” 
He’s blushing, choking a bit on his last sip of water. The half full glass is being offered your way and you use taking a drink of it to mask your entertainment at the sight of how flustered he got. Steve’s wiping his mouth with the back of his hand then reaches over to squeeze your knee. “You’re not too bad on the eyes either.” 
The glass is taken out of your hands once it’s empty, so you take that as your signal to hop off the counter. “We gotta deep clean this kitchen tomorrow. No way I’m gonna cook off these counters until I know we’re both off of them.” Now Steve would laugh, but you way overestimated how steady your legs were and land on the floor too unstable for your own good. You can hear him laughing behind you at the sight, reaching out to hold your waist and keep you steady.
You both start stumbling down the hallway, a mess of laughter and jokes and getting comfortable with each other once again. It’s not until you hit your bedroom door that you realize... What comes next? Is it bold of you to assume you two would sleep together? Does Steve even want to sleep next to you?
Glancing between the door, back at Steve, and towards his bedroom door - You decide to leave the decision up to him. 
Easily navigating your dark room, you find your way to the bed and make a show of scooting all the way against the wall. Your door is still open, there’s plenty of space for Steve, it’s the best invite he could possibly get. So imagine your surprise when there’s nothing more than silence at the door before you hear him start to make his way towards his own room. 
Not even a goodnight? 
You sigh into the pillow, pulling your blanket tight around your body while squeezing your eyes shut. What the hell was that? 
The fact that he didn’t even say goodnight was close to sending you into an overthinking spell - If it weren’t for the fact that seconds later you hear his bare feet padding down the hallway and Steve’s bursting into your room. “You always take up so much blanket I needed my own.” 
“I do not! You always get hot while you sleep and kick it off, not my fault if I take advantage.” 
He’s kicking something across the room, wincing in pain and stopping himself right before getting in bed. You can just make out him squinting and - “Holy shit, I think I just kicked your vibrator. Why was it so hard? I thought they would be like kinda squishy?” You’re squealing, pulling the blanket over your head to try and hide from the embarrassment. 
“Steve Harrington! Shut up and get in bed or I’m going to lock you out!”
The bed dips besides you, Steve laughing while he wiggles his way under your blanket and draping his own across the two of you. “Fine, fine, Jesus Christ don’t lose your mind.” He’s pulling you into his chest, pressing a string of soft kisses against your shoulder. The two of you falling asleep easily. 
Just know - Steve still wakes up with neither blanket in the morning. 
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