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shmpxx · 9 months

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NOTHING BUT A BULLY — g.s

⛤ bully! gojo satoru x fem! reader

you’re a victim of gojo satoru and his annoying tactics, it’s hard getting away from him but probably not this time.

cw. smut. mentions of non-con(photo taking). dub-con. virginity loss. oral (f.receiving). creampie. unprotected sex. fingering. dacryphilia. breeding. public sex. overstimulation. 18+!

wc: 2k

a/n: it’s been a minute bc I’ve been picky on what i write and i got inspiration from bully!gojo fics I’ve read so I’m writing this one!

Something about you was different, in a way that gojo couldn’t stop teasing you, he could never get bored even if you wished and prayed there be a day where he grew tired of poking at you.

He purposely trips you down the hallways or acts like he doesn’t see you and intentionally shoves you with his shoulder. Makes derogatory comments about you where he makes sure you’re listening. Stealing your lunch which he probably doesn’t even eat, he just wants to make your life miserable. Slaps your books out of your hands and watch you pick them back up while he chuckles to himself, if your lucky geto would be there and help you and excuse gojo’s actions. He would also secretly takes pictures under your skirt of your panties probably jerking off to them later.

He does get a little jealous when he sees someone else talking to you, he’ll always come around throwing his arm over your shoulder or even pushing you forward.

You tried to avoid him as much as possible, when you see him you try to walk the other direction he was coming from. He always know you try to avoid him as well and sometimes he still catch you. “Trynna hide from me?” He deviously smiles.

It wasn’t that he hated you, he just loved to tease and make fun of you. He made sure of that when you were both alone in a classroom.

He had you sitting on a desk with his hand slipping past your skirt to grope your thigh and ass. He grins to himself spreading your thighs for him to get in between them as he hungrily kissed your lips. His other hand on the back of your neck preventing you from pulling away from him even though you tried, fingers tugging on his shirt for desperation of air.

There wasn’t a day where every time he saw you, he thought of kissing you and touching you indecently. Now the time has come. His sexual fantasies of you are finally coming true.

Why were you letting him do this to you? After months of bullying and torture, you were letting him do whatever he wanted and you didn’t know why.

“You don’t know how much i wanted this” He moved down to your neck, ravishing your neck not caring that even after people would see the marks on your neck only to embarrass you.

You jolt when you feel his fingers press against your clit behind the fabric of your panties.

You kept thinking to yourself, you should stop this now. You can’t have gojo satoru control you like this. Not here.

“don’t want to anymore-“ you let out.

You pull away seeing his face in a pout expression, “aw don’t be like that” He moves your panties to the side, spreading your folds apart before entering his two fingers inside and feel the stretch of your walls by the intrusion of his fingers, letting out a cry and cling onto him. Your muscles tightening around him by the weird sensation he brought you.

“Your so tight, i bet your a virgin huh? Saving yourself for me right?” He whispers into your ear whilst pumping his fingers into your hole.

His fingers curl into the right spongy spot inside you making you wail loudly, smirking to himself watching your aroused expressions.

Looking at you as you were such a inexperienced sweet thing he loves that he’s toying you like this.

he speeds his pace faster into your cunt with also his thumb rubbing circles on your clit bringing you a whole new sensation you never felt before, you feel the tears breaking through your closed shut eyes. The tingling feeling bubbling up inside you, you didn’t know what that was, afraid of it.

“No! No! Wait-” you beg with a moan, you were about to reach something. Reach something you don’t know of and you felt complete emptiness. You were confused.

His drenched fingers covered in your arousal left your hole, instead gojo hooks onto the elastic of your panties and strips them down but you stop him from doing shaking your head no.

“you don’t want me to make you feel good?” He tilts his head at you.

“I..” you didn’t know what to say, your cunt feeling in ache of touch again but realization hit you that your in a classroom doing such activities in public.

“You want me to make you feel good right?” He stills brings your panties down dangling off your one ankle.

Apart of you wanted to say no but without thinking he had you wrapped around his finger like you were entranced that you nodded yes that got him smiling from ear to ear.

“I know you feel sore don’t you? I can kiss it better” Subconsciously you leaned back onto your palms when his hands under your thighs pushed them up more for him to gain more access as you watch him dip his head between making your heart ponder at your chest.

You whimper feeling his lips giving you a gentle kiss on your clit and started off with soft kitten licks on your cunt.

His lips latching onto your clit, sucking and licking your sensitive area. The same feeling building up inside you again coming much faster than before causing you to break out a moan.

Giving him the signal to bury his tongue deep inside your walls and give you a hard suck one last time before you start feel an rippling pleasure throughout your body. You feel as if the air ultimately left your lungs and you try to catch your breath.

Gojo licking the creamy substance that came from you from his lips and your cunt, not even giving you a break to let you calm down and your clit becoming sensitive spasming uncontrollably from his tongue and your legs became like jelly. You try to buck your hips away from his mouth but you were to weak to do so. Letting out sweet sobs.

“sweet angel being so good for me” he brushes his thumb across your bottom lip leaning in to kiss you again.

Without a warning from him, you break away from his lips feeling the tip of his leaky cock rubbing between your swollen folds.

“Gojo-“ your hand on his shoulder stopping him from going any further.

“Just relax angel—if you let me, I’ll let you call me satoru” as if it were a deal for him to take away your purity.

Half of his cock disappear inside you, he couldn’t help but chuckle to himself as you clutch onto him for support, dipping your face into his chest and his shirt damp from your tears. It was different from his fingers, his dick was pushing aside your walls. An inch of pain engulfing you but only for a few seconds.

“Sweet thing it’s not even all the way in yet”

“Ah! Gojo! I-“ his hips slamming into you. Not giving you time to adjust his rhythm already being so rough. You can’t think other than him being so thick and how far he’s reaching deep inside you making your head spin. He was so hard too and impatient he couldn’t wait to fuck you.

“Please—you’re too rough” As if he would listen to you. He thrusts into you hard, skin slapping against each other, the sounds of squelching from your sobbing cunt and his cock bullying your walls you might end up in the shape of him. Your body bouncing and your breath hitching every second from his aggressive thrusts.

You wanted him to be gentler though did you want this at all? Your mind still can’t comprehend anything other than the sweet spot he hits repeatedly. You cry and whimper into his shoulder making cute noises to gojo’s ears, holding onto him as you heard him grunt and pant into your ear.

“Who knew a slut like you could be enjoying this?”

“That’s not—ah!” You couldn’t get your words out without being interrupted by each moan you kept choking out.

Gojo couldn’t get over the way you squeezed him tight every time he pushed in and out of gummy area, your hot soft walls. You were full of warmth and wetness, making his dick twitch already. Even the way you cling onto him and cry into his chest by the overwhelming pleasure was so cute.

He can even see the way you move against his hips knowing your so desperate for it and enjoying it even how many times you try to deny it he knows.

“I’m gonna cum inside okay? I want to so bad need to fill you up”

“No—don’t! ah!-h, don’t wanna-“ the familiar tingling came back again yet you felt as if you were gonna cum much harder than before. His hips hitting you faster at a brutal pace, his hand grabbing behind your lower back to pull your hips closer to his to hit deeper inside your cunt, his tip almost at your cervix you might go dumb.

“Can you imagine having kids together? wouldn’t that be nice?” Carrying a child of your bully would be the last thing you thought of.

Shaking your head no he is quickening his pace and his slams his hips on his last thrust, emptying his hot load into you as you also reached your second orgasm much harder than before, your gummy walls contracting around his girth. Your body trembles and you sob loudly tears damping his shirt at this point feeling full and warm of his cum in your tummy.

He pulled out and cum leaked from your hole dripping onto the desk. “aw your letting it all spill”

Your body goes limp and he decides to flip you on your stomach onto the desk, your ass hanging in the air though you feel as if your about to fall apart. He smiles to himself watching his cum stream from your cunt like it was his masterpiece. it was too much already but gojos hands finds your waist, you whine feeling pressure and his cum gush out, sticking his erect dick once again inside you. “I miss your pussy already and plus i want to cum inside you again and fill you up a little more, just be a good slut like you are okay?” He squeezes the plush of your ass.

“Gojo no-“

“Satoru…you earned it now and you earn a little more—hah” already thrusting inside your abused swollen cunt. It was so easy for him to slide in again and how you still feel so warm inside just how he likes it.

“Sa-toru” you moan and whine water filling your eyes and soaking your lashes. “I love it when you say my name” his voice in a raspy tone, throwing his head back, pleasure engulfing him whole. His essence oozing onto the floor.

He grabbed your thigh lifting your leg up for him to gain more access more control, you were onto your side holding onto the desk preventing yourself from slipping off. He just continues tormenting your body, reaching towards your clit and his thumb putting pressure onto it. You couldn’t do nothing but cry out, you were so overstimulated, you were weak and now his thumb adding a more electrifying sensation and you were about to achieve your third orgasm.

You would consider this torture, it was too good to handle at all once. Your head spinning, your out a breath only to make small noises.

“I’ll try to make this quick, just for you sweetheart” he continues his frantic thrusts, rubbing your clit in rough circles, your eyes roll back in too much ecstasy you were basically drowning in. He loved watching you all fucked out, his cock plunging you every second.

He finishes up and cums into you one last time, fire pooling low into your abdomen. Another warm load filling you up making you fuller, Gojo thinks to himself that this would not be the last time he will have you.

You thought gojo would change a bit towards you, that was a lie. The next day your shoes are missing and you can hear him laugh from the hallway down. You hate yourself for liking someone like him now but you can’t help it, you know he is just using you as his little toy and also messing with you at the same time. From your missing shoes to him freeing his cock and pressing it against your lips on your knees.

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50cal-fullauto-astarion · 6 months

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horny, sulky, kinda mean, kinda roughhousing könig thought bc it's my birthday, it's 2:50am, i have been horny like a fuckin werewolf for like a week now. f!reader ig for talk about pussy.

So our man König doesn’t keep normal hours—not that you do, but dude is two days back from KorTac and pretty much strung out on the “fun” amphetamines KorTac req officers pass out like candy if you even wave smth that looks like a form at them. So kind of out of the worst of it, exhausted, but wired and feeling kind of shitty and toothy and wound up.

He wants to fuck. Easiest way to diffuse, decompress, and he’s hard as shit by the time he lumbers his way into bed with you—over you—all around you. You were reading off your kindle, not anymore. He plucks that shit right out of your hand and puts it behind him, tangling those long, heavy limbs around you like a boa constrictor.

“Was wondering when this was going to happen,” you say, hissing when he’s none to kind in nipping the skin of your neck, wrapping his arms around your torso, pushing your breasts up under your t-shirt. “Shit, you’re moody,” it’s half a laugh, and a grapple at not immediately just folding and giving into him. You like to bite, too.

“Give me your mouth,” he grunts, nose pushed into the spot behind your ear. He’s pushing down your underwear, singlemindedly stripping you down. His words make your skin humid, “Gonna play with your pussy, want you fucking wet for me.”

You give that little bit, turning your head over your shoulder, smirking into a kiss that drives deliriously deep as soon as contact is made. König isn’t a prim kisser, but a primal one. It’s not a clean act; sloppy, yes, and somehow tinged with something kin to restrained violence. Challenge? Dick swinging? Maybe something more biblical in nature—gluttony, or greed.

He’s a fearsome thing, and he may only be beautiful to you. A needful thing, too, twisting nest of starved serpents—6 feet 10 inches and pushing-300-lbs of fucking muscle, battering-ram-body housing more than thirty years of neglect-crushed memory out for retribution.

But you never were a target. He didn’t have a choice in that matter. You both know good and goddamned well that you picked him. Everything he gets away with is at your allowance, and good fucking Christ, he loves you for it.

His cock throbs against your bare ass through his boxers as his arm wraps around you, craning his hand to pump two big fingers into your sopping cunt, angling his wrist so he can press and rub your clit with his thumb.

Man’s got his perversions, and he’s the most physical person you’ve ever met in your life. He’s had a fraction of the sex he’s fantasized about, but you’ve covered hectares of that ground since you’ve gotten together. He’s a quick study, and his mind’s a nightmare of steel trap memory. He never forgets what you like.

Two fingers turn to three, and he almost pushes it to four—assured torture, too much stretch too fast—before you snap a hand around his wrist and buck hard back against him, seething his name in warning. “Don’t fucking dare.”

“Ja. Ja, Schatzi,” he mumbles, breathing hard and too collected. You’re both sweating already, and the bed feels too damn warm, but neither of you shift. The spooning position is perfect as-is, only needs acted upon. In the mean time, he draws his slicked fingers up, leaving them in the air before your mouth in question. He groans and shudders harshly when you take the digits into your mouth, almost laughing at the ever-fresh amusement of your own taste. Salt and cold coins, your own metallic tang a complement to the one on his skin. His voice shakes as he warns, “Time, now. It’s time, bitte, aw, fuck.”

Just like that, he sinks right into you, to the base, balls pressed tight against your lips due to your body’s contortioning to meld against his form. An ungodly moan bellows out of his throat, rattling from his chest into yours, arms tightening around you. You meet the fuck-weird noises, turning your head to keen into your pillows and pressing back against him. Your hand anchors behind you on his hip, as if pinning him in place, affixing your bodies together.

You both hang in a moment of suspension, hearts pounding, minds blank, stomachs rising as if careening over a hill with momentum not sparing you a moments reprieve.

When that finally snaps, you have to force him to focus, to fuck, and he’s slow about it, grinding into you as your cunt sucks him deeper.

That huge hand you know so well drops between your legs, right back to toying with you. Oh it doesn’t take long to get you off, bent in half on your side, holding onto him and gasping as you’re hit with wave after wave of pleasure.

He’s not subtle to signal when it’s his turn. He pulls you back up and clamps his teeth into your shoulder, biting down hard through the fabric of your shirt, fucking you rough, now, and unheeding, like an animal in heat. When he finally finishes, spasming and jolting all over now that his balls have been emptied into you, he leaves his heavy arm over your waist, keeping you close. “Good shit,” he mumbles, throat sticking to itself it’s so dry as he pants, parched, “we split a smoke?”

You’re not much better, even though you’ve bravado to fucking spare. “I smoke. You go the hell to sleep now,” you try to sound stern and dismissive, but there’s a laugh in your tone some place. And fondness, undeniably. You feel his grin against your neck, his body purring mhm in question. “Feel better?” you ask, at length, stroking the hair on his forearms.

“Yes,” he says after a moment, weak and sweet with relief, “can sleep now.” A pause, you can hear him thinking. “Won’t, though. Because you were an asshole and had to bring it up first.” His laugh wheezes, low and susurring.

#konig #könig #call of duty #cod mw2 #mw2 #konig mw2 #konig call of duty #konig x reader #teehee and as usual it's just my oc dressed up as a reader yall know the drill by now

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lustfulslxt · 5 months

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hii can u do a smut femxmatt fic where they meet at a party and they like are kinda drunk and matt’s really flirty and touchy and they just end up fucking!! ty!!!

(kinda like ur party revelations one but maybe they’re both influencers or u could even do chris!)

Under The Influence - Chris Sturniolo

warnings : alcohol consumption, smut

a/n : i wrote this for chris bc as you said, i have party revelations for matt, and a friend of mine received a request just like this for matt. xx

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Tie it up, put a chain on it

Make you tattoo my name on it

“Will you please come?” Sage begs, shaking my hand up and down, on the verge of a temper tantrum.

“You’re literally being ridiculous.” I chuckle, shaking my head. “I don’t see what difference it would make if I were there or not.”

Sage has been asking me to go to this party with her for weeks now. However, my answer has been a constant no. I’m not a fan of parties, much less big influencer parties. Too much drama always stems from them; whether it’s so and so cheated, whoever’s beefing, they did this, they did that. They never fail to have some dumb shit pop off, hence why I’d just rather not go. I don’t need anyone attempting to ruin my reputation and career just for their own benefit, I’m good.

“Because you’re my best friend and I need you. You’re my hype man and wingman all in one. Please! Just this once! I’ll do anything!” She continues to plead.

I sigh, ultimately knowing I’ll cave, “This is the only party you’re going to convince me to go to. You know how I feel about being around a bunch of fake and dramatic fucks.”

She instantly starts jumping up and down, cheering whilst shaking my hands again. “We’re leaving in three hours, so make sure you’re ready. Also, we’re gonna uber so we can get fucked up.”

I just shake my head, not really looking forward to the night ahead of me. But maybe, just maybe, I can get drunk and enjoy myself. Dismissing my thoughts, I turn on some music and head to my bathroom to begin getting ready.

I take a long shower, thoroughly washing and exfoliating myself. I shave and do a hair and face mask, prepping myself for tonight. After getting out, I dry off and apply vanilla scented lotion to every part of my body.

Next, I slip on my undergarments and apply deodorant, then head to my closet to choose an outfit. It doesn’t take me long, before I choose a plain, black mini skirt and tube top with a long sleeve mesh dress paired over it that had gems scattered all over. I stick with a pair of black lace up pumps to go with my outfit. Sitting down at my vanity, I go through my makeup, debating on what kind of look I want. After pondering for a moment, I just choose a dark smokey eye with a basic beat. I line my lips with a medium dark brown and apply clear lip gloss, blending it all together flawlessly. For hair, I just stick with a basic blow out.

“Great! You’re ready!” Sage suddenly cheers from my bedroom door.

I look over and see that she’s fully dressed and ready to go, holding a bottle of vodka in her hand. Upon seeing that, my eyebrows raise.

“Why the face?” She asks, before registering it. “Oh, this! It’s for a little pregame. So, come on.”

I shrug and gather everything I need for tonight, placing it in my purse, then follow her downstairs. She already has two shot glasses set out on our dining room table, ready to be filled. Without another word, she fills both glasses to the rim with vodka, smirking at me as she raises her glass.

“Cheers to a great night!” She grins, clinking my glass with hers, both of us downing the harsh liquor.

My face contorts in disgust as the liquid flows down my throat, and I can’t help but cringe at the awful taste. Immediately, my chest is hot and I don’t want anymore. I’m not really a drinker, but I already know I can’t be sober in order to get through this night. We both take two more shots before our uber arrives and we’re heading to the party.

The driver talked our ears off the whole ride, so when we finally shut the doors of the black suv, we both sigh and fall into a fit of tipsy laughter. We’re not drunk, but neither are we completely sober.

Upon walking into the party, we’re met with a glowing red light, loud music, the smell of alcohol and weed, and a ginormous amount of people all chatting and dancing throughout the house.

“Y/N! Sage!” A voice calls out, directing our attention towards them.

It’s one of Sage’s friends, one I personally am not a fan of, but I know how to be nice. I shoot her tight lipped smile, leaving Sage to greet her.

“Hey! It’s been so long, how are you?” Sage asks, pulling her into a hug.

Before she can respond, I quickly interrupt, “Sorry, I’m gonna go get a drink.”

And with that, I’m making my way through the crowd of people, in search of the kitchen. It takes me about five minutes to get through everyone and I’m already slightly disgusted at the sweaty bodies and the lack of personal space. I’m not lying when I say parties aren’t my thing.

Finally being able to breathe in the less packed room, I deeply inhale and exhale, ridding myself of the building nerves. I walk over to the counter, grabbing a solo cup from the stack and browsing through the bottles of alcohol. I opt for an unopened bottle of vodka, not wanting to risk anything that may or may not have been tainted. I fill my cup up a little over half way, then turn towards the cooler to grab a chaser. More people have already piled into the kitchen, there now being less room to roam around. I reach into the cooler, grabbing the last can of pepsi, only for it to come up with another hand attached to it. My gaze trails up the veiny hand, following the arm it’s attached to, to observe who it is.

Bright blue eyes, pink lips, a sharp jawline, and wavy hair. A silver Vivienne Westwood chain hanging from his neck, sitting atop a white t-shirt that had a bear in a watering can, surrounded my grass and little flowers. Blue jeans and, last but not least, white air forces covering his feet.

He looks familiar. Hot, yet still familiar.

“Oh, hi.” He grins, snapping me from my thoughts.

That’s when I realize we’re both still holding the can, but I don’t let go.

“Hi.” I reply, my gaze set on his face.

“I think this is the last pepsi.” He points out.

I nod, raising my eyebrows at the obvious statement. “Yeah, I noticed.”

“Pepsi’s my favorite.” He adds.

I can’t help the smirk that tugs on my lips, “Do you want a cookie?”

He shakes his head, chuckling, “I can’t have it?”

I only repeat his action and shake my head in return, pursing my lips to keep the smile from forming.

“Can we share it?” He asks, giving me puppy dog eyes.

And just like that, I’m folding. With a shrug, I pull the can from his grip. I open it up and dump some of its contents into my cup, then bring the can up to my lips, taking a drink all whilst holding eye contact. I notice him intently watching me, before grabbing the can and taking his own drink, licking his lips afterwards.

“You’re Y/N, right?” He questions.

I nod, biting my inner cheek, “And you are?”

“Chris.” He smirks, eyeing me and up and down. “Well, Y/N, we basically just kissed.”

I can’t help the loud laughter that falls from my lips, nothing less than amused at his statement. I can see the smirk on his face turn into a full blown smile as I try to catch my breath, recovering from the fit of giggles he put me in.

“That was corny.” I say, smiling at him with a shake of my head.

He tosses his hands up in defense, shrugging, “I mean, did we not?”

I don’t say anything, and bring my mixed drink up to my lips, downing all of it in one go. His eyes widen as he watches me. I don’t like alcohol, but I can manage. It doesn’t take long for it to take effect, on top of the shots I had earlier, I can already feel the warmth coating my insides. With a surge of boldness, I lean forward and place a small peck to the corner of his lips, swiftly pulling away and making my exit.

Just before I slip away, I turn back and flash him a smile, “See you around, Christopher.”

As the party goes on, I can tell the alcohol I’ve consumed has fully kicked in. The loud music is no longer bothersome, I don’t feel suffocated in the sea of people, and I feel good. It’s been around an hour since I’ve been here, and I’ve only ran back into Sage once. She’s off with her other friends, mingling around, and I’ve just been vibing.

I’ve seen Chris around, more times than I’ve seen anyone else. Unless I’m just fixated on him. It’s like every time I turn my head, my eyes are meeting his, and I never want to look away. Though, to save myself from embarrassment and humiliation, I force my gaze elsewhere.

After downing another shot, I make my way to the makeshift dance floor, and let loose. Under the Influence starts playing, and I can’t help but move my body to the beat, letting the rhythm flow through me. My hands make their way into my hair, my hips swaying in sync with the beat booming in my ears. Suddenly, I feel a warm presence directly behind me, causing me to spin around.

Hot and delicious.

Christopher.

“Hey, mama.” He slurs, a goofy grin showcasing across his lips.

He’s definitely invading my personal space, but I don’t even care. Especially when his enchanting scent is filling my nostrils, winding me in closer.

“Hello, Christopher.” I reply, my speech slightly incoherent.

“I knew you knew who I was.” He stammered, his body damn near pressed against mine.

“Mhm.” I hum in response, turning around and backing into him.

“You look good like this.” I hear his voice in my ear.

I grab his hands that were just barely grazing my waist, bringing them to fully grab my hips as I move into him. His large hands guiding me back and forth.

“You’re so pretty, it’s distracting.” He mumbles, his breath fanning my neck.

I can feel the goosebumps spreading, the hair on the back of my neck standing up.

“You’re drunk.” I softly say.

He shakes his head, “I’m not drunk. I’m just intoxicated by you.”

Again, I’m bursting into a fit of giggles from something he’s said. I can’t tell if it’s because I’m drunk or if he just makes me nervous.

“You’ve been stuck in my head since I first saw you earlier.” He admits, stumbling over his words a bit.

I turn back around, looping my arms around his neck as we continue rocking to the music. His hands go up to my waist, pulling me into his chest.

“What are you thinking about?” I ask him.

He licks his lips and shakes his head, a slight chuckle escaping, “You don’t wanna know.”

Instantly, my eyebrow raises, “Try me.”

“I see you flipping your hair around and all I want is to wrap my hands in it while you’re taking my cock.” He states, his voice low and husky.

I immediately feel heat rush to my core, the sound of his voice and the words he’s saying, turning me on. I bring my bottom lip into my mouth, biting down on it to prevent the large smile that’s close to taking over my face.

“What if I was thinking the same thing?” I ask, the grin breaking through.

“Will you freak out if I kiss you?”

Looking up into his eyes, I subconsciously scoot closer to him as I shake my head. His eyes flicker from my eyes to my lips, then he slowly leans in. The second his mouth meets mine, my eyes flutter shut and I’m savoring the feeling of his soft lips on my own. One of his hands reaches around me and cups my ass while his other one is wrapped around my throat, pulling me impossibly closer. As our lips mold together, I find my hands in his hair, my arms holding him into me. The kiss is desperate yet soft, passionate yet hot. He pulls away, his face only centimeters in front of mine.

“Follow me.” He says, his breath slightly heavy as he intertwines our hands.

I do as he says, following closely behind him. We walk through the kitchen, dodging everyone in our way. We round the corner to a staircase leading downwards. He pulls me in front of him, ushering me to go down.

“After you.” He says, holding his arm out for me.

I shoot him a look, before grabbing his hand and walking down the stairs, him following in suit. We get to a door that he opens for me, nodding to enter. It’s a large bedroom, quite tidy in itself, and I can smell his scent wafting through the air. Only now did I realize this is his house. As he shuts the door, I walk around, taking everything in. My hands trail across the edge of his bed, feeling his comforter beneath my fingertips.

“Do you like my room?” He asks.

I turn around to face him and he has a soft, innocent look upon his features. However, I can already see right through him. I know what’s about to take place.

“I do.” I nod, “It’s very neat, and it smells good.”

“Thanks.” He grins, strolling over to me.

“Why didn’t you tell me this was your party?” I ask him, sitting on the end of his bed.

He shrugs, “Why did you pretend you didn’t know who I was?”

I toss my head back, soft giggles pouring out of my mouth. I look at him with a cheeky smile and low eyes, shrugging my shoulders. He just grins at me, before kicking his shoes off and nodding towards mine. “You can make yourself comfortable if you want.”

Within seconds, I’m unstrapping the uncomfortable heels and setting them aside. He lays back on his bed, his legs dangling off the side. He grabs my hand and gives it a soft tug, so I copy his actions, and lie back. We’re both facing one another, drunk and happy.

“How come I’ve never seen you at any parties?” He questions, his fingers playing with mine.

“I’m not really a party girl. Definitely not an influencer party girl.” I admit, warmth building in my stomach at his soft gesture.

“Well I’m glad you came to this one.” He says, staring into my eyes.

“Why’s that?” I smirk.

“Because who knows if I would’ve met you had you not.”

I can’t help the blush that pools to my cheeks at his response. He’s flattering and he knows it. I don’t say anything, I just take in his features for the millionth time tonight. His hair slightly out of place from my roaming hands, his face flushed from the heat upstairs, his eyes lidded from the alcohol in his system, his pretty pink lips looking oh so kissable. He looks so good. Without a word, he pulls me closer to him, my body flush against his.

“Is this okay?” He asks me, trying to read into my facial expression.

“It’s perfect.” I nod, enjoying the warmth he’s providing.

“You’re so pretty.” He whispers, his breath fanning my face due to our short proximity.

A smile sneaks onto my lips as I look down, attempting to hide the red color that’s now adorning my skin. His large hand grabs my chin and lifts my head so that he can see my face. Our eyes meeting in an intense gaze, holding it for what seems like forever. He only breaks the eye contact when he puts his lips on mine again. It’s only a soft, chaste kiss.

“So pretty.” He says again, his voice low as he continues to press gentle kisses onto my lips.

The delicate kisses turn into feverish ones, our tongues now gliding in and out of one another’s mouths, lapping each other perfectly. Our lips move together so well, like we cannot breathe without each other. My hands return to his hair, softly tugging it, eliciting low groans from him. One of his hands cups my cheek, the other one resting on my lower back, pulling me even more into him. He flips me over onto my back and hovers above me, staring into my eyes once more as a small smile takes over his face.

“God, I can’t get enough of you.” He groans, smashing his lips into mine again.

One of his hands rests on the bed by my head, the other one rubbing my outer thigh. Just his soft touches are enough to make my skin hot beneath his fingertips. My hands connect with the hem of his shirt, lifting it slightly and running my hands up his torso. He breaks from the kiss and removes his shirt, tossing it on the floor, then reconnecting our lips. He’s positioned between my legs, his groin inches above mine. My hands continue roaming along his torso, feeling his hot skin. I bring my legs up, hooking around his waist, pulling him down into me. His clothed erection presses into my heat, causing a low moan to leave my lips.

“Are we really doing this?” He pulls back and asks, his fingers playing with the hem of my dress.

“Yes, please.” I answer, my voice soft and breathy.

He grinds down into me, his hard on hitting exactly where I need him, causing another moan to leave my mouth.

“Fuck, I can’t wait to feel you.” He groans into my ear, leaving a wet kiss on it.

I shudder in pleasure as he continues down my neck, sucking and biting, marking me up. I reach down for his dick, palming it over his jeans. He lets out a low moan, bucking into my hand, before harshly grabbing both of my hands and pinning them above my head.

“You first.” He mutters, holding my wrists with one hand while his other one travels down my body.

His hand swiftly makes its way between my legs, my dress riding up as he kneads my thighs. Then, he’s rubbing my core through my underwear. Hums of pleasure come from me, and I can feel them growing wetter and wetter.

“Can I take your panties off?” He asks, his voice raspy as he looks into my eyes.

“Y-yes.” I answer, moaning louder as he presses harder into my heat.

“So good using your words, mama.” He groans, licking my neck.

He then pokes his fingers in the waistband of my panties and slowly pulls them down my legs, discarding them to the side. He spreads my legs again, my dress and skirt now sitting completely on my hips. He throws his head back at the sight of my pussy glistening with my arousal. Without another word, his face is hovering above my center, his warm breath hitting it. I can feel myself clench around nothing, desperate for any type of stimulation.

“Look at you. I haven’t even done anything and your pretty pussy’s begging for me.” He smirks, his fingers now prodding at my folds.

Now coated with my juices, he runs a finger over my clit, rubbing in soft circles. I’m physically writhing beneath him, so badly needing more. He then thrusts a finger into me, causing my body to jerk and my mouth emitting a loud gasp. He continues pumping it in and out of me, then adds another and doing the same with it. My hands squeeze the bed sheet beneath me, attempting to release the tension building. His fingers are moving so fast in and out of me, curling in the right places. My mouth falls open, my brows furrowing as pleasure overcomes me.

“You look so pretty coming undone like this.” He says, peppering kisses all over my thighs.

“Feels s-so good, daddy.” I moan out, clenching around his fingers, unaware of the name that slipped from my mouth.

His eyes are completely black as he stares up at me, watching me fall apart. His dick is rock hard, throbbing and impatiently waiting to be inside of me. Without a second thought, his lips are wrapped around my clit, sucking on it as his fingers fuck into me. That alone is enough to push me over the edge, my legs shaking as I let go, giving into the building pressure. I feel my cum ooze out of me, quickly being slurped up by Chris, tasting every drop of me as his fingers help me through my orgasm.

“Mmm, you taste so good, ma.” He says, licking my lips.

He pulls his fingers out of me, coming back up to hover over me, shoving them in my mouth. I moan around his fingers, sucking my own juices from them. He harshly grips my jaw, slamming his mouth onto mine, the taste of me lingering on our tongues.

Breathless, he pulls away and stands up, pulling me to the end of the bed by my ankles. His hand travels up my leg from my foot, tenderly squeezing along the way.

“Can you stand up?” He asks, softly rubbing my hip.

I nod and scoot to the edge, standing up on shaking legs and looking up at him. He cups my face, brushing my cheek with his thumb. He plants a sweet kiss on my lips.

“Take your clothes off.” He says, his tone firm.

I happily oblige, stripping from my clothes as he does the same. I watch as his dick springs from its restrictions, hard and throbbing. Just from the look of it, I know I’m in for a treat. He strokes himself as he looks over my body, licking his lips. He steps in front of me, his member poking into stomach. His hands run up and down my body, pressing kisses into my neck.

“On the bed, on your knees.” He demands.

I do as he says, and he follows behind me, holding me up with his hand on my throat. His lips meet my neck, sucking and biting all over it, causing soft whimpers to leave my mouth. He pushes me forward, laying me flat on my stomach. He leans over me, licking and nipping my back, leaving a warm trail of saliva. His hands part my thighs, squeezing himself in between them. I can feel him run his tip between my folds a few times, causing me to push back in anticipation. He pushes me back down, slowly sliding himself inside me.

“Ugh, fuck.” He moans, bottoming out.

“You’re so big, daddy. Feels so good.” I moan, feeling him slowly thrust in and out, filling me so nice.

His strokes start slow and hard, before the speed picks up. His hands are on my back, holding himself up as he fucks into me at a delicious rate. I can’t help the moans that continuously fall from my mouth, feeling nothing but never ending pleasure.

“You feel so fucking good wrapped around my cock, mama.” He groans out, fucking into me deeper and deeper.

It doesn’t take long for me to feel the buildup in my stomach once again. His hand wraps around my hair, tugging back as he leans over me once more. His mouth comes to my neck again, leaving wet kisses. I can hear his heavy breathing and low moans in my ear, and they’re driving me insane.

“Feels like you were made just for me.” He whispers. “I knew you would feel good, but this is better than I imagined.”

“All yours.” I babble, ridden with pleasure.

“You’re so tight, I can’t take it.” He moans, his voice holding a rasp to it.

I clench around him, feeling seconds from giving into my orgasm. A string of moans and curses fall from my lips, pure bliss coursing through me.

“You’re about to cum, I can tell.” He says, “Let it go, baby. Cum for me.”

And just like that, I’m releasing all over his cock with the loudest moans. His thrusts start to grow erratic, indicating he’s close to finishing as well.

“Such a good girl. Taking my cock so well, mama.” He moans out, thrusting harder.

Within a few more strokes, his dick twitches and his hot load is spurting into me, lewd groans emitting from his mouth. He pumps a few more times, riding out his orgasm, before slowly pulling out and watching his cum drip out of me. He collapses next to me, breathing heavily, looking me in my eyes with a goofy grin. His face is flushed red and his hair is sweaty, sticking to his forehead.

“That was amazing.” He breathes.

Unable to form words, I nod in agreement. His hand interlocks with mine, gently squeezing as his other hand brushes my hair out of my face.

“God, you’re so pretty, Y/N.”

I bashfully smile, “Thank you.”

“Will you stay with me tonight?” He asks, his eyes shining with hope. “We can shower and you can wear some of my clothes.”

I ponder for a second before shrugging with a nod, “That sounds perfect. I’ll just have to let Sage know.”

He smiles, brightly, pecking my shoulder over and over as he pulls me into him.

“You’re never getting rid of me now.”

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a/n : this took me entirely too long to finish, so sorry ab that!! also not proofread, as per usual. hope you enjoyed this!! continue sending in reqs and i promise i’ll get to them eventually <3

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solstcie · 5 months

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— dom!momo, sub!femreader, name calling, g!p-momo, throat fucking(f. receiving), fingering. lmk if i need to add more!!(⌒.−)＝★

— short drabble !!!

— an; hella short bc i didn’t think i did well, but it’s my first fic/drabble so.. i hope you enjoyed!!!(> <。) not proofread !¡

“no more, please, i can’t” you moan out. “aw, does it hurt baby?” momo fake pouts. all you can do is weakly nod. “oh well. but, you know i’m also hurting?” she frowns grabbing her length. “i hurt here baby. when you tease me and i can’t put you in your place right away, then you decide to touch what’s mine. that also makes me hurt.” the woman finishes by landing a smack on your ass. “now, i don’t want to hear another pout, whine or protest from you unless it’s your safe word, got it?” she says sternly. “yes ma’am” you plop down on your knees, not minding the wetness between your legs, awaiting your next orders.

removing her bottoms, she pulls out her length and gives it a few pumps. “open.” she spits out. opening you mouth and sticking your tongue out, she inserts her length into your warm cavern with ease. “such a fucking slut.” she mumbled, titling her head back due to the immense pleasure. not being able to take it anymore, you decide to slowly inch your fingers towards your dripping cunt. rubbing circles around your clit causing you to moan on momo’s cock.

grabbing a fistful of your hair and putting it into a makeshift ponytail, she begins to hit the back of your throat causing you to gag. “such a cockwhore. getting all wet just by sucking me off, huh? you like this don’t you? like it when i put you in your place?” momo grunts. whimpering with tears in your eyes, you’re overcome with pleasure as your cunt begins to pulsate causing you to come undone. with one last thrust of her hips, momo hits the back of your throat with a low grunt and curses ridding off her tongue and cums down your throat.

“such a good little pet, next time you’ll learn how to follow rules.” she says while patting your head.

#twice smut #twice momo smut #g!p smut #g!p #x fem reader smut

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subskz · 4 months

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Imagine Minho being a brat. You're leaving kisses on his chest, while fingering him and (even though he enjoys your sweet kisses) he keeps demanding more, keeps commanding you, keeps complaining that you're not doing a good job. "Fuck- not like that- faster, go faster". And you, being a pretty patient person, decide to indulge him. But Minho keeps up his act. "I said- shit- i said faster- nngh- are you doing a bad job on purpose?" You know he doesn't mean these words, he's just teasing and you're too focused on kissing him to respond anyway, BUT! Your silence is just making him want to keep up his attitude.

"A-are you serious? You know what, just stop. Do something useful and bring me a dildo so that i can get the job done myself."

You knew damn well what he's trying to do. He's saying those things, wanting to rile you up, so that you fuck him harder and show him that he's wrong. Well, you're going to do the exact opposite. You stop your movements and look at him. "Does it really not feel good?" you ask, looking at him with a serious expression on your face. Minho didn't expect that reaction, he expected you to get mad and talk back, so he stayed silent for a moment. Then you started getting up from the bed.

"What- where are you going??" You had to keep yourself from smiling at his panicked voice.

"Umm...to get you a dildo? Like you asked me to?" The look on his face after that was priceless. You wish you knew what's going on in his head right now.

"N-no- i was just- i didn't-" he couldn't believe his plan backfired like that and now, in order to get you to touch him again, to make him feel the way that no other person or toy ever could, he has to swallow his pride and apologize. Watching him avoiding looking at you, struggling to find the right words and the way he's rubbing his thighs together, those pretty thighs shaking, begging for your touch...

English is not my first language, so excuse me if i made any mistakes🫢

no worries at all your english is perfect! 😭 and so is this ask hehe you wrote it so wonderfully~

i absolutely love the idea of besting minho by not falling for his bratty behavior like he wants you to. instead you can break him without even having to lift a finger, treating him softly no matter how much he mouths off until he realizes that all his lil mindgames won’t work on you. it’s honestly cute that he’s too shy to ask you to fuck him harder so he has to resort to provoking you like that, but only way for him to really get what he wants is to spit it out like a good boy 🥰 it makes it a million times more humiliating for him that you don’t even have to be rough to mess up his act and get him begging for you

kissing all over his chest and pretty collarbones while he secretly basks in all your attention <3 i firmly believe lino is weak for having his chest played with so feeling your warm lips press against his pecs and brush over his nipples would heighten the pleasure of you fingering him even more. he hates how it gets harder and harder for him to focus when every pump of your fingers feels so intensely good, like a jolt of electricity passing through his entire body that he can’t get enough of

“are you doing a bad job on purpose?” god u nailed his insufferable antics 😭 he thinks he’s sooo clever trying to cover up how badly he wants more by pretending it doesn’t feel good. poor kitty doesn’t know how to handle it when you see right through his challenge and suddenly he has nothing smart to say anymore~

his thick gorgeous thighs rubbing together so obviously and his pouty face watching you so helplessly would be such a perfect sight. you know you’ve got him right where you want him when he starts squirming around in the sheets, mumbling and stuttering bc he’s so caught off guard. the way “sorry” and “please” sound on his tongue when he finally musters up the courage to murmur them would be so sweet…you can’t help but make him repeat it over n over again before taking pity on him as payback for him being such a fussy brat who can’t use his words properly <3

#ask #💌 lino

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yxami · 6 months

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Going with gojo but zennin works too

A maid reader who really shouldn't be doing this because well, theyre just a maid but

How could they ever say no when the clans prized possession pouts in such a cute manner when they try to tell him he can't fuck them because they're just a maid

That’s a cute idea, I don’t know much about the clan and how it works but I’ll try my best for a short promt just bc I’m bored and sad

You shake your head, being met with an oh so sorrowful pout placed on the clan’s prized possession, one of the strongest and if not the top one then he’s a pretty damn close 2nd.

How could you say no to that face? His pale complexion only focusing in on his extraordinary blue eyes, shadowed with the pair of dove white eyelashes that many envy, even you.

“Please?” Satoru repeats, tears peaking from his waterline out of pure need for you. Honestly, you should probably call him gojo out of respect for his power in this clan but the night you tried, you ended up in a stuffy closet with a desperate gojo pumping his cock inside of you, begging for you to say his name.

“I don’t know Toru, you know that was just a few times, and I said there wouldn’t be anymore of.. that. I really like working here, I’m just a maid, someone of a higher status would suit you so much better” You wave your dust collecter to show the invisible ranking between you and Satoru, you being, very below, of course.

“I don’t want anyone else and I don’t care about statuses, I love you” He huffs, sensing that you were on this tangent again, the one where you insist that he’s practically royalty compared to you.

He hates it, and for once it’s the only time he wants you to keep quiet, even if he loves your soothing voice.

“Why can’t you just accept that I want to marry you and only you”

#yxami’s yam #patrik6090 ask #satoru gojo x reader #gojo satoru x reader #gojo smut #jjk gojo

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pulpbeing · 7 months

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whenever i go to church, if im not asleep i always thinkin bout fuckin my fav on the altar (this case, dottie,,)

excuse me if this seems too. you know.. sacrilege ,, (i dont know if you actually like god or forced to like big daddy up in the sky) feel free to ignore my ramblings im a crazed man

yk,, thinkin bout maybe you're a priest. n you end up with a sinner of a lover.. he gotta repent, right? just bending him over the altar, making him wet the bible with his drool and tears.. poundin into him so hard and relentlessly but your words are sooo sweet and just praises, makes him so dizzy cuz you're tuggin on his hair harshly as ya make him read the bible,, tellin him good for tryin to read even tho his babblin and his eyes are blurry from cryin,, makin him bite onto a rosary as u cum inside of him, but never stoppin until you think he's repented for his sins despite him being so fucked out and cumming so many times he can't think anymore,,, only how good your cock feels inside of him 😰😰

of course can't forget about the confession booth. favorite place to think about doing it. making him touch himself on the other side as you tell him what to do, and allll the nasty stuff u want to do to him and he's whining for you because he can't possibly finish without you :( then stuffing his mouth full of your cock, telling him to be quiet as you let others in for confessions... n he's tryiing so hard to stay quiet but ohh he just loves how you grip on his hair so harshly and bury his face down to your crotch till he could barely breathe.. choking till theres tears in his eyes and he's gripping on your thighs until your skin bruises... n when they leave, you fuck his throat and express disappointment that he's not keeping shut, but you forgive him and that you believe that he can do better! and ofc he would,, so he tries and tries again at every person that enters the booth.. not getting a taste of your release bc he keeps failing,, n he wants to sob cuz fuck he wants your cum down his throat so bad.. but its worth it, you're always very generous when u reward him when he finally does it right 💞💞

basically sweet priest that has effectively broke his mind,, makin a man like dottore worship you like a god n would get on his knees for you without any questions... thinkin mindbreaking him with really sweet praises that he now can't live without em,,,

i was raised christian, specifically pentecostal and missionary, so i don’t have much experience at all with catholic practices beyond media i’ve consumed o7 and dw. i don’t believe in the man upstairs. sacrilege is my middle name with how much gay sex shit i be thinking in a church. if he hasn’t struck me down yet, doubt he exists as i’ve been told lolol. not like i’d want my church’s version of a hypocritical god.

n e ways

if he can’t even accept your god-fearing, pure love, you doubt he can accept god into his heart for sure. he’s too greedy, always begging for more of you, of your semen, more of you folding him in half and bending him over so roughly you leave bruises on him for days. watch how he shivers in sinful delight when you tut in disappointment into his ear, calling him a “worthless whore destined to an eternity of damnation” and a “greedy, filthy sinner.” the wood of the altar is only saved by the nun’s habit you have him wear, the modest dress flipped up and held from behind to expose his greedy hole, ring of frothy white around it that exposed just how sinful he’s willing to be if he’ll defile such a place with his filthy, dirty words and sins. but… it’s better if he only sins with you, and since your god is merciful, you just have to forgive him, make him repent and beg forgiveness from the lord as you pump him full yet again, force his head back by grabbing his dyed hair and make him look at the ceiling, to the heavens above as he screams your name. looks like you have to have him repent again.

like any pastor, one must guide their sheep through all, especially when they misbehave— especially ones like dottore, who at the moment, doesn’t even deserve to have you properly continue with his guidance with how sloppy and loud he is, sinful mouth drooling and slobbering with every bob of his head, so, in his punishment, you keep him from his reward. of course, you still have a job to do, still have others to guide, so while he pouts with his lips still attached to your sex, you attend to follower after follower, your merciful god granting them all forgiveness as you do with your pitiful dottore. like all lambs, he’ll eventually learn to listen completely lest they be led astray and be devoured by the wolves— so he takes your gift, his throat bulging with how you fill him like the holy spirit does to a true believer. he takes it all as he should, eyes fluttering to a close as he basks in your forgiveness and mercy.

ah, it seems as though he sees you as his god now.

#top male reader #top reader #dom male reader #dom reader #idfk i’m tired #genshin smut #genshin dottore #dottore x reader #dottore x male reader #bottom dottore #tw sacrilege #cw sacrilege

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indiaalphawhiskey · 9 months

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i was just wondering do you think there really is a chance that harry might be less popular when he comes back (whenever that will be) and not be at his career peak anymore? i find it really hard to imagine him not playing stadiums/ being extremely popular etc anymore tbh for me it obvs won‘t make any difference i will always love him just the same (and wouldnt mind annyoing tiktok stans and fans who only like him bc hes „trendy“ to leave lol) i just wanted your thoughts on that :)

Okay, so I’m not a music industry buff. What I know, and what I’m about to say is based entirely on my general knowledge of pop culture (that’s heavily influenced by American pop culture, btw) so if I make any leaps, or if there’s an alternative view from a non-America-centric perspective, please forgive me.

But, for all intents and purposes, if you look at Harry’s profile as an artist and compare it to other artists of a similar profile (super popular boyband member + teen heartthrob turned solo pop star), historically you don’t really have many examples of successful solo careers, and even less of career longevity.

If you compare it to The Beatles, for example, they weren’t a traditional boyband (and arguably, neither was One Direction after TMH, but still), and if I’m not mistaken, though John Lennon and Paul McCartney both went solo, (and Paul obviously has the longevity down), their individual work still wasn’t comparable in popularity to their work while they were in The Beatles.

More modern examples, like George Michael, Robbie Williams, and Justin Timberlake, have a similar story in that while they were all able to launch solo careers, they all had a relatively short shelf life because pop music (and their fan bases) are very synonymous with youth, and they all eventually “aged out” of that marketing bracket.

So, really, the only example I can think of, of someone who was more popular solo than he ever was in a band and still managed to hold such a wide and devoted fanbase over multiple career eras, is Michael Jackson. And that’s like, music legend level.

I think Harry has already currently surprised people on many counts by being able to equal and arguably surpass his success and popularity in One Direction as a solo artist, especially without having to drastically rebrand or pivot his genre of music. He’s managed not only to hold on to what people thought was a very age-specific fanbase, but also broaden it massively. That’s beyond rare in pop music, and if you add that to the fact that a lot of people still attribute a big part of his success to his looks, the music industry is expecting him to age out soon, and therefore, for the steep decline in his popularity to start. That’s why people think it’s crazy that he’s taking a break because the industry is constantly pumping out new young artists and so, there’s always going to be a ticking clock.

Personally, I think Harry is a once in a generation performer, and has everything it takes to get to that legend level. But it’s something that is so rare and impossible to predict or orchestrate because so many factors have to go into making that happen, and the pressure of setting that as the ultimate goal of creating music could very, very easily break a person. I think he’s much more content to take a break, cultivate his connection to music, and just let those dice fall where they may.

#iaw ask #iaw anonymous #Harry’s career #Harry’s popularity #iaw thoughts

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strangerbitxhs · 2 years

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Call Me When Your Sober PART ONE

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Fem Reader

Rating: 18+!!!

A/N: this is my first time writing in a veeeery long time but steve has me back on my bullshit. pls be kind

Warnings: S M U T (bc i would let stevie do some QUESTIONABLE things to me), drinking, fingering, unprotected sex, cussing, lil bit of fluff, lil bit sad

Steve Harrington always looked for you after his parties had died down. Not before, not during-only after the alcohol had a hold on him was his mind filled with all the things he wanted to do to you.

Sometimes you wished you could stand up to him, wished you could tell him you were worth more than some drunken hookup. He had a hold on you, stronger than anything you had ever felt before.

“Y/N!” A shout snapped you out of your thoughts, turning your head to see Steve stumbling towards you, clearly tipsy. A cheeky grin was plastered across his face, he knew what was coming next.

You couldn’t help the small smile that crept across your face. Even in this state, he was the most beautiful person you had ever laid eyes on. Hair messy from the long night of partying, bloodshot eyes and that perfect, stupid grin.

“Yes Steve?” you looked up at him. He wrapped his arms around you, planting a small kiss on your lips. His breath smelled of beer and cigarettes, but you couldn’t care less at this point. The thought of what was coming next was enough to make your senses fly out the window.

“D’ya wanna go upstairs?” his words were slurred slightly. You knew the drill, not understanding why he even bothered asking anymore. You and Steve had been doing this a long time. Practically every single weekend since him and Nancy had split up.

You rolled your eyes slightly, grin spreading across Steve’s face as he grabbed your wrist and led you to his bedroom.

He wasted no time shoving you into his mattress the second the door was locked, crawling on top of you and kissing you, deeply and full of lust. You moaned into his mouth as his rough hands trailed underneath your shirt to grab a handful of your tit. He loved hearing your soft moans, his hips slightly bucking into you at the sound.

The two of you wasted no time undressing each other, your hands squeezing every muscle you could. God, he was just so sexy.

He crashed his lips back to yours, kisses hungrier, rougher, and more intense than the last. His fingers trailed down your stomach, landing in between your thighs.

“This okay princess?” Steve asked. You nodded, maybe a bit too fast, but at this point you didn’t care. All you wanted was him.

His fingers teased you, rubbing your clit before sliding down to your soaking wet entrance. “So wet for me already.” Steve smirked, causing a small whimper to escape your lips. “Don’t worry darling, I love it.”

He slowly inserted a finger into you as he brought his thumb back up to your clit, making small, rhythmic circles. Overtime, Steve had learned exactly what you liked, what made you squirm under his touch, and god did he ever love to watch you squirm.

You could feel the knot in your stomach forming embarrassingly fast. Steve’s fingers pumping in and out of you as he trailed soft kisses down your neck was something that drove you absolutely crazy.

“Steve..” you moaned, feeling a small groan come from the back of his throat as he sucked the sensitive spot right below your ear. “Steve, I’m so close.”

His rhythm quickened slightly as his lips came crashing down on to yours. He traced his tongue along your lower lip, silently asking for permission.

Steve’s small grunts and a “cum for me baby” was enough to send you completely over the edge. Your vision blurred as you screamed his name, body shaking and withering under his touch. Steve guided you through your orgasm, lips never leaving yours as he slowly removed his fingers from your soaking wet cunt.

“Good girl.” he whispered. “Do you need a break or can we keep going?” You giggled, loving how he was always considerate, although he knew you would never say no to him. Shaking your head, he positioned his hard cock at your entrance, sliding it up and down over your already sensitive clit.

You both moaned as he slowly inserted himself into you, waiting for the go ahead from you before his hips slowly rolled.

“Fuck baby.” Steve moaned. His moans were the most beautiful sound in the world, something you could never get sick of. “You feel so good.”

His pace quickened as he brought his thumb up to your clit, small circles causing your walls to clench around him.

“You gonna cum all over my dick?” Steves words were barley audible between grunts and moans, but they sent you into an absolute frenzy. Grabbing his face and kissing him, tongue’s dancing together as he thrust his hips into yours.

Your nails dug into his back as he brought you closer to the edge. “Fuck-Steve..-Fuck you’re gonna make me cum again!” You were practically screaming at this point, the mix of overstimulation and pleasure consuming your body.

You came undone, once again as Steve’s thrusts started to get lazier, moans louder from his beautiful swollen lips. “Gon-gonna cum baby” he could barley speak. Hips smacking together as he chased his high, you couldn’t help but smile at how beautiful he was.

His cock twitched inside of you as he completely filled you up, slowing his pace until he collapsed on top of you. “That was-“

“Amazing.” you cut him off, earning a small smile and a few kisses before he slid himself out of you. You whined at the emptiness, missing the feeling of him already.

“Gonna get you cleaned up, ok darling?” Steve got up from the bed, wobbling, but no longer because of the alcohol. You nodded, post-sex reality hitting you harder than usual.

God, you needed to stop sleeping with him. You were head over heels in love with him, and all you were to him was a good hookup. Tears welled at the corner of your eyes as you spiralled into the cycle of overthinking.

You hadn’t even heard Steve return with a towel, tears freely running down your cheeks at this point. “Hey, hey darling.” He sat down beside you, hands gently wiping your wet cheeks.

You couldn’t bear to meet his gaze, too embarrassed by your true feelings for him. “Sweetheart, talk to me, whats wrong?” His voice was full of concern.

“Why do you only want me when your not sober?” you sobbed, completely breaking down at having to ask that question.

part two coming sooooooon

#steve harrington #steve stranger things #stranger things #steve harrington smut #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington supremacy #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington angst #steve harrington blurb #steve harrington concept #steve harrington deserves the world #steve harrington fanfic #steve harrington imagine

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eddywoww · 4 months

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Are you worried about the fandom slowing down?

Nah not really

All fandoms slow down at some point. Nothing can be as popular as it once was, especially with how quickly media is pumped out today. Fandom is meant to be fun and I think a lot of people focus too much on what is and isn’t popular. Or they get stuck on whether or not it’s cringey to be involved in after-popularity fandoms. I mean, people write fic and make art for shows that don’t exist anymore. Literal decades of dedication and love. I think it’s very sweet that people get so attached to characters that they want to continue writing about them.

I’d say I’m personally in a different box too bc I write so many AUs that could probably be switched into different fandoms. I like writing as a practice so 😂 whatever motivates me to do it, I’ll do it. As long as at least one person reads and enjoys it, I’m happy

#asks #lee asks

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thebomb-thebird-andtheburntbitch · 1 year

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prohero!bakugou who just got one of the best offers of his early career

its got so much goin for him

it would give him experience overseas/out of country, inside work and extensive fieldwork, near constant communications with other seasoned heroes on sight, its described as a long term gig, and after its all wrapped up it would undoubtedly give him a good shove up the charts and get himcloser to his goal that much sooner

the catch? he'll have little to no open contact with those he leaves for this specific job

when it's offered to him, he says he needs a day or two to think about it which shocked the people who reached out. they thought he'd jump at the chance to go- and he would've if not for that lousy ass catch

he goes home that night and immediately tells you about it

he explains that it's looking to be a long process job and being out of the country

you tell him he should totally take it- but then he tells you that he wouldn't be able to talk to you often or maybe even at all for whatever reason

you definitely have mixed feelings- knowing that he'd be gone for so long with nothing to keep you grounded while he's gone

but you dont want to hold him back either

"if you don't want me to go, i'll turn it down."

and he's dead serious too

the whole reason he wanted to think about it was to give you a chance to make him stay- bc he would

he would give up this opportunity in a heartbeat bc not only would it be hard on you- but he'd miss the hell out of you too

if cabin fever was possible to feel towards a person, katsuki knows if he goes he'd feel it towards you

it'd be homesickness pumped up to the max and with no outlet to talk to all those miles away (his friends and you not by his side)- he wouldn't know how to cope

"you should take it"

mans is flabbergasted honestly

he gave you full rights to tell him to tell them 'no' but here you are- telling him to go anyways

"you realized i could be gone months with no authorization to contact you. not you, my folks, or any of the other idiots."

theres a hidden fear he's not bringing up and it's not like he's avoiding it, he just doesn't know how to say it without sounding absolutely pathetic

"you really think i should take the offer?" he's hesitant and quiet when asking you- just to see if maybe you'll change your answer

"Of course i do, this is a big opportunity. the last thing you want is someone else to snatch that up when it's being delivered to you on a silver platter."

he starts nervously toying with your clothes. picking at your shirt hem and pitching the fabric between his fingers

and definitely not making eye contact

"plus," he tuts to signal he's listening "you know you'd beat yourself up if you turned it down."

he huffs absolutely hating that you were right

"I'm shocked you didn't just accept it the moment they told you honestly," you lightly laughed at him as he slightly sent a scowl up at you

"you said we needed to talk about important shit like this- so im tryin' to fuckin' listen"

"Is that all?"

he hated how you could always tell that when he was baring his heart to you, you could still tell he was keeping something else

"we haven't been apart for that long, have we?"

"well no, but it's to be expected"

"and we wont be able to talk or see each other"

"yes, so you've told me"

"what if..." he huffs, planting his forehead on your shoulder so he wouldn't have to look at you "what if i come back and you don't love me anymore?"

“what?” That was eve last thing you expect to come out of his mouth

“I’ll be gone for fuck knows how long and I won’t be able to talk to you or see you or listen to you- so I’m just...” the unspoken ‘worried’ didn’t need to be said

You understood

“Well, what if you come back and you don’t love me?”

His head snaps from its previous resting place and the expression he wore was like you just said the stupidest thing known to language

You light tap your fingers on his forehead shifting his expression to more of a ‘what was that for?’ scowl

“You see how that feels? Being worried over things you shouldn’t be?”

Your way or comforting him was sometimes awkward and sometimes bit weird, but he has to admit to did help settle the concern in his gut

“Even if I can’t reply,” he starts and your sure now that his mind was made up. “Even if I can’t do shit, I still want you to text me”

“Will that be okay?”

“If you don’t I’m going to be the most insufferable hero on the team; they’ll wanna send me back”

You laugh at him and he cracks a smile too. After so long frowning, the upwards turn in his lips was a sight for sore eyes

“Alright then. What should I text about?”

“Everything. I want to know when you wake up, when you go to bed. I want you to tell me about your day and what you are for meals- and if you skip meals, you better cough up the truth or else” he pitched your side at his faux threat

“I just want to know it all. And- and maybe the occasional voicemail wouldn’t be unappreciated so i can hear your voice from time to time”

Katsuki still has some issues with swallowing his pride and being “mushy” so you were proud of the requests he was making without much pushing from you- not that you’d made him say it if he really couldn’t have

He contacted the heroes who had offered him a spot in their team for the mission and told them he accept it

He then took the remaining days he has left before departure with you

Taking time off patrols and only doing minimal work through his laptop at home when you were taking a shower or sleeping.

He’d help with all the household chores on his newly found window of down time.

Going shopping with you and holding spices he wanted to buy over his head so when you tried to grab it and put it back- it was well out of your reach.

Cooking new dishes you both hasn’t tried before, binging random shows, even being attached to your hip sitting on the couch as you both preoccupied yourselves

He wanted to spend every second possible by your side until he wasn’t anymore

When you drop him off at the airport security gate, you weren’t sure if he’d let you go. The hug he gave you felt right and secure and he wishes he could pick you up and take you with him

It was an early morning flight and it was barely 3 in the morning- it was for the nest bc less people had the chance to see dynamight clinging to his partner like a touch starved koala

“‘m gonna fuckin miss you so much”

You scratch at the nape of his neck and feel him huff into your own as his palms spread in your back- lifting you to your toes on the verge of swaying side to side

“I’ll miss you too, katsuki” you’d be lying if you said you weren’t getting choked up

When he fight let’s you go, he’s cupping your face and running his thumbs under your misty eyes

He’s mapping out your face and the way you look so he can burn it into his brain. The pictures he had in his phone wouldn’t be enough, he has to remember how you feel under his hands

“Remember your promise,” he instructs and you chuckle- a bubble of emotions in your throat

“I’ll make sure to text you so often you’ll wish you hadn’t told me to”

“That’s what I like to hear”

He kisses you goodbye before being ushered through security and before you can even get to an open public seat in the airport (bc you want to wait until his fight takes off before going home) you get a text

-I miss you already dammit-

You laugh, rubbing at your still wet eyes at the seemingly thick impatience he’s using to show how he feels

You figure he’s just doing this since he won’t have a chance in the future- so parking your butt in a chair you indulge him

-I bet I miss you more-

-I seriously doubt it-

-you’ll push me to the back of your mind the moment you land overseas and shift into dynamight mode!-

-yeah, fat chance. you’re always on my mind-

You smile at your phone and when he finally tells you he’s boarding the sinking feeling of being alone finally hits you- but you don’t regret this decision

You receive one last phone call from katsuki just before he needs to shut his phone down

You can hear the loud humming of the plane and the clambering background noise of others boarding that are coming in the mission too

“I love you” is all he says. And it’s all you say back.

Because you do- you both do.

“I’ll see you soon, okay? Kick some ass for me”

“Oh, you know I will, babe”

Then the line ends. And soon after his plane take off. You’ll miss him like hell, but you know he’ll be back

-x-x-x-

a/n: Pardon any spelling errors. Started this on laptop- finished it on phone and I have quite the track record for typos LOL they (may) be fixed later on

#katsuki bakugou #bakugou scenario #bakugou heacanons #Bakugou x y/n #bakugou #my hero academia bakugou #boku no hero academia bakugou #Bakugou x y/n fluff #Bakugou fluff #Bakugou scenarios #Bakugou headcanon #katsuki Bakugou fluff

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iknowyuu · 1 year

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Hi I hope you're doing well! I love your writing so I came for a little request for a sieun x reader (weak hero class 1) if you don't mind <3

- sieun help s/o manage her stress for exams because she puts too much pressure on herself

- comfort, fluffy, honesty it's up to you haha

- she/her

It's alright if you don't want to do it, no problem at all! Thank you, and have a nice day! :)

exams suck

kdrama!sieun x reader

// reader is really stressed about exams and can’t take it anymore- luckily, sieun is there to comfort her.

tags: reader crying & feeling empty in the beginning, hugs, cuddling in bed, sieun being lovey (lovey lovey dovey dovey dovey), established relationship

warnings: feelings of no self worth, stressed reader, depictions of deep emotional distress

note: this actually fits so perfectly bc i just had my exams too, this was very therapeutic to write <3 hope u enjoy!!!!

♡

you sat in your room, your surroundings dark, shades drawn closed, staring at the work in front of you, unmoving.

your eyes were blank, and so was your head. the pressure on your shoulders had been weighing you down- down, down, down, until you cracked. why does this even matter? why does anything matter? why are you putting yourself through this? you hated exams with every fiber of your being, but the incessant need to do well on everything pumped through your vains- you need to do well, because if you don’t, what worth do you have?

your thoughts came to a halt when you heard a soft knock on your door. you’d forgot that you and sieun were supposed to study today… unfortunately, you no longer have the energy to do anything. you slowly turned your head towards the door and just hoped he’d come in without you having to speak.

“[name]? are you in there?” he asked. his soft voice was enough to make you snap, and suddenly, tears streamed down your face. sniffling, you tried your best to mumble out a cracked “mhm,”, your voice wavering as your shoulders began to shake with your rapidly flowing tears.

he enters the room and softly closes the door, placing his backpack on the floor before walking over to you. “[name]…” he said, “what’s wrong?” his lips tilt downward as he stands there, awkwardly watching you cry.

sieun doesn’t have much, if any, experience at all when it comes to comforting people. he’s never really showed much emotion in his life at all, so when you both started dating, he tried his best to get used to expressing how he was feeling more often; and seeing you like this just made him feel so, so gutted.

“i-i,” you attempted to start but was interrupted by your own sobs. placing your hands on your face, you cried harder, your worksheets and journals getting wet from the tears.

sieun finally makes the move to walk over to your chair, placing a hand on your shoulder and tugging slightly, “c’mon,” he mumbled, his eyes watching you as you stood up and leaned into his arms. you couldn’t help the flood of emotion that filled you when he hugged you, your eyes squeezing shut. you knew how foreign affection was to him, so him initiating it first touched you so much.

“don’t cry.” he spoke, trying his best to comfort you like you did him. you gripped his body like you didn’t want him to ever leave you, especially like this.

you sobbed into his shoulder, and he stood there with you, eventually making moves to rub your back in soothing circles, the both of you finding your way into your bed. you hid your face in his chest, every now and then hiccuping. “are you ready to.. talk about it?” squeezing your eyes shut, you turn your head to have your ear on his chest, calming yourself with the sound of his heartbeat. it was always so steady and that soothed you- in an ocean of uncertainty, stress and fear, he was always there to be your shore. the thought alone made you tear up again, holding him tighter (if it was even possible). “it’s just.. exams. there’s so much, and it’s too much, a-and i just don’t wanna do it anymore. it’s so much studying, and i can just feel myself deteriorating with every review question i get wrong.” you shifted your body to be in between his legs, wrapping your arms around his torso and face planting into his chest. “i just wish i could stay here with you forever.“ you mumbled, voice stifled by his shirt. he was glad you couldn’t see his reddening face. “i understand,” he said. you felt a little embarrassed for saying all that only to be met with two words, but then he spoke again. “im sorry that it’s so hard for you. all we can do is hope time goes by fast as we wait until exams are over, then you can rest… ill.. we can go out to eat after to get your mind off them.” he enclosed you in his arms before talking so lowly that you wondered if he even wanted you to hear what he said next, “i wish you could stay with me forever, too.”

you couldn’t explain the emotions that filled your body after he said that— the warmth that encased you made you feel replenished, and you couldn’t help the huge smile that came upon your face. “thank you sieun.” you moved your head to the side once more, closing your eyes and enjoying the feeling of butterflies in your tummy. you almost missed the little “mm” of affirmation he let out before you drifted off to sleep.

#she’s a little late lolz…#sieun yeon x reader #sieun x reader #sieun yeon imagines #kdrama!sieun x reader #kdrama x reader #weak hero class one x reader #kikisficz #weak hero class 1 fic #weak hero class 1 x reader

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6irlpet · 1 year

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Well, tell us more about how you trained you nipples, sweet little thing...

im sorry this is so late plz forgive my months-long sex repulsed eras BUT

it’s honestly simple and v easy to replicate!!! i don’t have naturally sensitive nipples, which sucks for Sexy Things (actually it’s kind of nice when putting on clamps. they only hurt when removed then) and i wanted them to be super sensitive to the touch.

so for a few months in 2020, i used simple twist pumps (the ones u just twist up and leave on) for ~15 mins a day. that was it! but after just a week they were already more sensitive from the regular pumping. and after a little longer than that…. let’s just say i absolutely had to wear a bra bc i would shiver and immediately be turned on with any friction. like, i’d accidentally brush my nipples on the edge of a desk, and it would be such an immediate pleasurable thrill that i’d go dumb and start grinding them without being able to resist it…… so…… excellent results from that little experiment

i dont upkeep it currently, i havent since 2021, and while im nowhere near as sensitive anymore, i definitely have more sensitivity than before! i actually enjoy playing with my nipples now and will feel pleasure from it vs before i didn’t feel anything. in my future relationship im definitely going to ask that it be something my partner forces me to do at least a few times a week, if not daily, as part of a training regimen for them :3

tldr easy twist up nipple pumps daily for increased sensitivity was a successful experiment, highly recommend

#i just dont allocate the time/energy since im not in a dynamic or relationship… but my ideal is definitely having to do it alongside +#+ other training tasks partner gives me as a list like edging stretching throat training etc to be optimal sex toy :3 #and yes i could do it now to be good but theres no reward system single and im lazy. so.#also wont it be fun for partner to design regimen and see results (and also… again…. i am lazy… i need to be forced)#ask

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laundrybiscuits · 1 year

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(wait for the season to come back to me tag)

They’re moving Eddie’s small pile of stuff into Steve’s room when it all goes to shit. Steve’s struggling with the air mattress, trying to figure out if the pump’s attached right, and Eddie calls out, “Hey, can I hang some of my jackets and stuff in the closet?”

“Yeah, sure,” Steve says, not really thinking about it, and then Steve suddenly remembers— “Wait, hang on—”

And Steve knows he’s really screwed, because Eddie’s found the shoebox.

It’s not as creepy as it sounds. Or as it looks, maybe. It’s just, after Steve had lost the vest, he’d wanted something to have. Not as a reminder, exactly; there probably hasn’t been a single day of his life since March 1986 that he hasn’t thought about Eddie in some way or another. Just some physical thing to have and look at sometimes.

So there’s a little pile of the few pins he could find that more or less matched the ones on the vest, and there’s a stack of cassettes that honestly Steve never really listens to anymore. One of those stupid-looking dice in black and red. A guitar pick on a chain, thinner than the type Steve normally uses.

None of it is stuff that Eddie ever actually touched, not even once, but looking at it all together is pretty damning. There’s no way to pretend that it isn’t what it is: a fucked-up little altar to Eddie Munson circa 1986.

Eddie’s hands flex once, twice. He turns around, stalking over to Steve in measured, liquid paces, and Steve’s never seen him so angry.

“Hey, King Steve. Wanna score some weed to smoke behind the bleachers with Tommy Hagan? Wanna give a freshman a wedgie and call him a queer? Where’s your preppy polo shirt, Steve ‘the Hair’ Harrington? Party at yours this weekend, ‘cause your parents are out of town?”

Steve stares at Eddie’s tight, furious snarl. It doesn’t feel like he’s actually expected to reply.

“You want to keep me in a box, Harrington?” Eddie’s eyes are wild and strange.

“No,” whispers Steve. He might be telling the truth. He’s not sure. He hopes so.

Eddie steps right up and shoves him hard, flat palm smacking against his shoulder. “I’m not yours. Just because you fucking, you built a shrine to me or something. Just because you did a bunch of stuff I never fucking asked you to do, and now I live in your room. You don’t own me.”

“I know,” says Steve.

“So.” Eddie’s standing so close, Steve can see the wheeling red lights sparking in his irises. “You don’t want to own me. You don’t want to keep me. Steve Harrington with the BC Rich Mockingbird, Steve Harrington with the secret shoebox dice, Steve Harrington, what is it you do want?”

Steve opens his mouth and shuts it again. He’s been asked that so many times, by Robin, by girlfriends and boyfriends, by his mother in a rare moment of raw frustration over a crackling international line. His secret answer, the one locked away tight in the dark, has always just been Eddie.

And now Eddie’s the one who’s asking, and Steve doesn’t have an answer. He can’t say you, I want you, because it’ll sound like he was lying earlier. So instead he sits back on the bed—his bed, not the air mattress—and looks up at Eddie’s beautiful twisting face. Eddie looks like something from a story, even barefoot and wearing a faded t-shirt that might actually be Robin’s. Eddie looks mythological.

Eddie looks confused.

“You could keep me,” Steve says. “If you wanted.”

It is, objectively, ridiculous. It’s too much. It is in no way cool or smooth. But it feels good and correct in a way that Steve hasn’t felt in a very, very long time.

Eddie’s just staring down at him, staring and staring. “What’m I gonna do with you, huh?” he says quietly. “You want to be owned, Stevie? You want me to own you?”

“Yeah,” breathes Steve.

“You don’t know what you’re asking for, sweetheart.” Eddie shakes his head like he’s shaking off the idea, sharp and dismissive.

“Oh, fuck you, Eddie,” Steve growls. The spike of anger passes as soon as it hits. “I mean. Just, don’t talk like I’m some kind of wet-behind-the-ears virgin. I know exactly what I’m fucking asking for, so don’t act like you’re doing me some big favor by turning me down.”

“Okay,” says Eddie. “Then maybe I don’t know what you’re asking for. You gotta be crystal clear with me, here.”

“I don’t want you to leave me again,” says Steve. “I know—I know I can’t keep you from going. I’m not trying to, I swear. But you could take me with you, if you leave. And, uh. If you wanted.”

It shouldn’t be this hard to say. He’s picked up so, so many guys before; he’s as good at it as he is at picking up girls. Better, actually. He’s perfected the thing you do when you catch a guy’s eye so casually it could be accidental, then a few steps away, glance back with enough heat to seal the deal.

But this isn’t some random otter in the Village who he’ll blow and never see again. It’s Eddie, and Eddie is sewn right into Steve’s soft tissue, where it hurts. Nothing has ever mattered even half as much in Steve’s entire life.

“If I wanted?” Eddie says, very soft.

“Anything you want,” says Steve. “I don’t know what you want, but. It’s yours. I want it too.”

“Okay,” says Eddie. “And just to be clear. Is this a sex thing.”

“It’s not…not a sex thing. I mean, it doesn’t have to be. I told you, anything you want. I meant it.”

“Hm.” Eddie lifts a hand, gently, and puts it in Steve’s hair, pushing his head back a little. “Harrington, have you been jerking off about me for the last ten years?” His voice is sharp and uneven. It sounds like the broken edge of a bottle feels.

Steve doesn’t blush. He’s sure of that. But he feels his head go hazy the way Eddie’s handling him like it’s effortless, the hand in his hair tilting him this way and that, just a little bit. “What answer do you want,” he says.

“The truth, Steve. Nothing but the truth.”

“Yeah, then.” Steve's mouth is dry. “Sorry. If that’s weird for you.”

“It’s all weird. This kind of weird, I can probably live with.” Eddie's fingertips are firm on Steve’s head.

“Yeah,” breathes Steve. “You’re. You’re really, uh. You seem like you know what you’re doing.”

“Oh, sweetheart,” Eddie purrs, and Steve feels himself go liquid, shivering and pliant, at the animal edges of Eddie’s voice. “I do not have a single solitary clue what I’m doing, but I’ve had a lot—a lot—of time to think about what I want from you, Steve Harrington.”

Eddie steps closer, sliding his hand down to grip the nape of Steve’s neck. Steve’s knees fall open automatically, and Eddie laughs a high manic laugh.

“Steve. You know I’m a goddamn nightmare monster from the underworld. What the fuck makes you think it’s a good idea to offer yourself up like some kind of sacrificial lamb?”

“Not—a sacrifice,” Steve says. Words are getting harder to dredge up. “I trust you.”

“Fucking stupid of you,” says Eddie, and he leans in, sliding onto Steve’s lap.

This isn’t the right way to do things. Steve doesn’t really play around that much with the way this seems like it’s shaping up to be, but he knows enough to know better. There should be conversations and negotiations; his friend Connie has a whole actual Xeroxed form that she makes partners fill out, which does seem like kind of a lot to Steve. She walked him through it once, years ago, and laughed at how red and flustered he got.

But whatever it is he’s offering Eddie doesn’t feel like it exists in the same world as any of that. It feels inevitable and impossible all at once. This isn’t anything that’s ever happened before to anyone, maybe: a dead man twisting cold fingers in Steve’s hair, pinning him down and yanking his head back to sink rows and rows of pinprick teeth into his skin.

#fic: wait for the season to come back to me #not kidding when I say it'll all go to shit! they are not in a good emotional place here #we are coming up on the end though #probably like...3 more snippets?

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