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edsanon · 1 year

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Eeeeee !

I wrote something !

So, I noticed that there’s a lot (only) fem readers for the Hantengu clones, so I decided to write something as a trans!masc guy.

Sekido’s part turned out as a fucking fanfic at this point.

And I am sorry for the Karaku fans out there, your part is so short compared to Urogi and Sekido :,(

I swear I did my best-

CW : Reader cut contacts with his parents on Aizetsu’s and Sekido’s part, internalized homophobia in Aizetsu’s part, mention of scars in Karaku’s part, deadnaming, slut shaming, calling names, description of violence, zapping someone on Sekido’s part.

Hantengu clones finding out that their SO is trans!masc HCS

Aizetsu-

•He thought you were a very pretty guy, that’s honestly it.

•He didn’t know if you would like him too, since in this society it has to be a man and a woman but he was so so happy when you accepted to go on a date with him.

•You didn’t talk much about when you were a child, or your family, and he always found it odd the way you would always try to deepen your voice, but he didn’t question it.

•It’s only when he went over to your house for the first time that he saw a picture, hidden away. It was a tiny little girl, she kinda looked like you.

•” I didn’t know you had a daughter..”

“I don’t have one.”

“A sister then ?”

•You looked so nervous, anxious, fidgeting with your hands..

•”That’s..Me, actually..”

•He was about to question you when you clapped your hand.

•”Welp ! I’m gonna make myself a snack, is there anything you want ?”

“I’m fine, thank you.”

•You were so glad that he dropped the subject, at least until you two were cuddling on your futon.

•”You look better now..”

•You tilted your head upward to look at him, confused.

•”You look happier now, you’re glowing.”

•He held you close.

•He wasn’t dumb, he pieced it together, and he felt so sorrowful that you had to go through not being comfortable with yourself for so long.

•If someone misgenders you he will gently correct them. He will not hesitate to murder if the person misgenders you on purpose. He won’t take too kindly disrespecting his boyfriend.

•You’re his amazing boyfriend and he’d rather walk into the sun than not telling you as such.

Urogi-

•When he caught a glimpse of you, he honestly didn’t know what you were…

•”Hey hey ! What are you ?”

•You were so confused at his question.

•”A human..?”

“Are you a boy or a girl ?”

“Boy.”

“Okay.”

•And that was pretty much it. No further question, you’re a boy and that’s it.

•But you were hiding something and he didn’t like it one bit, and he spent months trying to figure out what it was. It was a game for him.

•What did you swallow ? Why did you go see the doctor ? What do you mean you were born in the wrong time period ?

•He eventually found out when he opened the door to your room during one of his surprise visits while you were bandaging your chest.

•”Darling hi- What are you doing ?”

“Urogi ?!”

•To say you were panicked and mortified was an understatement. Your mouth felt dry as he sat besides you. You were terrified that now that he found out he wouldn’t treat you the same, would treat you like a girl, a person you were NOT.

•“Dear are you-“

“I’M A BOY !”

•You shouted panicked. He looked at you surprised while words were flowing through your mouth.

•”I’m a boy, I really am, I was just…Not born in the right body…” Was your simplistic answer. It was so much more complicated but in your state that’s all you managed to say.

•He put his head on the back of his talons while looking at you.

•”Are you happy ?”

•You were not expecting this question, and it apparently showed.

“Are you happier as a boy ?”

•You blinked, not knowing what to say. It was something much trickier than living as a boy or as a girl, but you did appreciate his effort.

•”I guess so ? I guess I’m happier now.”

•He smiled at you before pushing his entire body onto yours, nuzzling your collarbone.

•”That’s what counts the most. I’m happy as long as you are.”

•His wings were flapping happily while you hugged him back tightly, squealing in his hair with how happy you were.

•”But I thought you were hiding a partner from me.”

“Excuse me what ?”

•Urogi is an absolute menace when it comes to you. He will bring you himself to the doctor, if anyone misgenders you and you don’t have the guts to correct them, he will. Someone tries to harm you for who you are or disrespect you he is killing them but slowly. He’ll make them beg for forgiveness for hurting you.

•You are his precious darling and he wants you to be happy. If someone even tries to make you sad he is fighting.

•He became a bit protective of you.

Karaku-

•You’re hot and that first picked his interest, that’s it.

•He’s literally thirsting so hard over you, he doesn’t care, you’re such a hotty.

•How did he find out ? By thirsting over you-

•You were painting the table after it broke (and you repaired it of course-) since it sadly cracked.

•Some paint managed to get on your kimono after you were done, so you decided to take off your kimono and get yourself another one.

•Which is a this moment the pleasure demon walked in.

•”Hey babe.” You greeted him while making a ball out of your kimono.

•”Hey sweetheart.” He greeted back, looking at you near salivating.

•He noticed the scars, understood, and somehow that just made you hotter to him ? Help this man he’s so down bad for you.

•He made his way to you, circling his arms around you while kissing your neck.

•”You’re so fucking handsome babe..” He said lowly in your ear.

•He will get his hands dirty to keep you safe, but you do have a good passing so he doesn’t doubt that you’ll be fine.

•But just to be sure-

•No matter what he will treat you like royalty, like a deity, because yes he does, and you’re literally the prettiest most hottest person in existence to him and he loves you lots.

•He will blow people away for you, you just have to ask.

Sekido-

•He fell for you because he finds you sweet, and a few more reasons but especially because you’re sweet.

•You’re nice and you offer nice hugs (the rare times you do actually hug him.)

•He won’t complain but he often wondered why you cut contact with your parents. They must have done something really bad for you to actually leave them out of your life.

•But that means you’re all his so a win is a win.

•He found out when you two were going on a midnight walk, he even allowed you to hold his hand, it was a nice date.

•Suddenly you both heard a voice shriek from behind you.

•”(Deadname) ! Where have you been ?! How DARE you leave like that young lady !”

•You were terrified. How did you mother found you ? The date wasn’t even close to your hometown!

•Sekido took things in his own hands, very much annoyed that some bitch was ruining his date with his perfect boyfriend.

•”Listen here harlot, you’re obviously talking to a guy. You have dementia or something ? Go get checked and stop bothering us.”

•The crazy witch was still spouting nonsense at you. Why weren’t you responding ?

•”Mother listen-“

“THIS is the kind of man you’re with ?! What, did he knock you up ?! I wouldn’t be surprised you whore !”

“I love him-“

“And change these clothes, you’re a woman so dress like one !”

•Sekido was annoyed, electricity was coursing in his veins and around him.

•He did not want you to see him kill someone, especially your own blood (probably.) but he was very close to.

•”Mother I am a MAN-“

“No you’re not ! You’re just confused !”

“Mother-“

“Shut up you ungrateful brat of a daughter !”

•That’s enough.

•He grabbed her by the back and throw her hard against a tree, savoring the sound of some of her ribs cracking.

•He stabbed the trunk of the tree with his staff just above her head, a warning.

•”That’s enough you old hag. I am at my LIMIT. NOBODY treats my BOYFRIEND like this, I understand why he’d cut contact with such a disgusting freak like you.”

•He was furious. He wouldn’t kill her in front of you, he doesn’t want you to be afraid of him, but he would gladly shock her until she gets scars. Which is what he did.

•Her cries and screams of pain were delectable to his ears, until he felt you gently tug on his kimono, brave enough to risk being shocked and yelled at.

•”Sekido please stop, let’s just leave, I want to go..”

•He sighed as he stopped.

•You were close to crying, which would be annoying to him usually but right now he could forgive it.

•He grabbed your hand and started leaving with you, he still glared one last time at your birth giver.

•”If I ever see you again, I will not be so merciful. Be grateful to your son, bitch.”

•Needless to say the way back was silent. Until he spoke up.

•”Why did she call you her daughter and other things ?”

•You gulped.

•You were not ready for this conversation, terrified of his reactions. What if he sided with your mom if he knows the truth ?

•You took a deep breath to answer.

•”I was born as a girl, this is why. But I AM a man, I was just..Born in the wrong body.”

“Okay.”

•That was it ? That was his reaction ? ‘Okay’ ?

•”You…Really don’t mind ?”

•He tsked under his breath, looking just as angry as ever, but his words were gentle.

•”I meant what I said, you’re my boyfriend.”

•You smiled at him, so glad to be accepted. It lifted such a weight off your shoulder, it felt really nice.

•”Thank you..”

“(Deadname) is really fucking ugly by the way, I like your name much better. You know how to chose a nice name unlike your birth giver.”

•That made you crack up. You softly laughed at his remark.

•He was still reeling with rage, but first he has to make sure you’re okay.

#kny aizetsu #aizetsu #aizetsu x reader #kny urogi #urogi #urogi x reader #kny karaku #karaku #karaku x reader #kny sekido #sekido #sekido x reader #kny hcs #hantengu clones #hantengu clones x reader

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cowboyjen68 · 2 years

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Hello! I’ve seen you give advice to other people on this, and I was hoping you could give me some. I think advice from an older LGBT person would aid me in my predicament :)

I’m fairly certain of myself being a lesbian, and I have been for as long as I can remember (even if I didn’t know the word for it), but relatively recently I’ve thought of myself as being a trans man- I’m attracted to women as a female, but I view my gender as wholly male. It feels wrong to claim myself as one and not the other, but I’ve been told by others that you cannot be both.

Basically… are lesbian trans men a thing? Can I be both?

I am frankly not sure how to really give you a good answer. Only you can know your heart and reasoning for why both lesbian and trans man resonate with you. Loving or being attacted to women as a female sounds pretty lesbian to me. ;)

But it sounds like perhaps it is presentation in public (the idea of gender as a social construct) as a trans man feels comfortable you.

I have had many lesbians friends through the years, particularly women's festival friends who, when in the presence of women/lesbians used lesbian and woman but when in the greater world presented and described themselves as trans men. It didn't really seem incongruent to me. I could understand why being seen as a man, even feeling more attached to being a trans man would be a way to be more safe, less hassled by mixed company in social situations, jobs, etc

When someone sees me as a man, depending on the circumstances I used to definitely let them think what they think becase it was easier for me. Now that I am older and more confident in my voice I correct them gently.

I don’t think your experience is every trans masc/trans man/lesbian experience but certainly you are not alone. The strong push to divide lesbians, particularly butches, and trans men just wasn’t a thing I came out to or was around and I mostly see it on line and not in any real life friend groups.

I do think you will get more push back on line or in echo chambers of thought than you will with real life friends or with in intergenerational lesbians groups. Most lesbians with some life under their belts will not be so hung up on making you define yourself by strict definitions that only serve to ignore what is your reality of being a female attracted to other females but also having your reasons to connect to being a trans man.

Not everyone will be comfortable with that dichotomy but some will and those are the friend groups you want to put energy into.

I don’t want to go into a bunch of “actually... it is like this” or “are you sure you aren’t just this” because I am not a therpist nor do I know anything about your life. Feel free to come into my DM’s if you want to talk things over with someone who will not judge you for needing to talk things through.

If you decide to attend a women’s festival, and I would HIGHLY recommend you do because I think you might meet others who feel exactly as you do, I will but links at the end. Having other people to relate to can be very helpful. You only would have to suck it up for a week and be okay being seen as a lesbian only for a few days. But the connections you would make could travel into your real life and help you to form an understanding friend group.

I suggest the Ohio Lesbian Festival Or perhaps Fern Fest

https://ohiolesbianfestival.org/

https://www.michiganfernfest.com/

#lesbian #trans man #female

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mlmxreader · 2 years

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Huh? | Peter B Parker x transmasc!reader

request: uhhh can i pretty please request peter B parker who is very clueless but also very supportive with his trans masc friend and maybe friends to lovers, up to you :) - anonymous

summary: you come out to Peter.

warnings: swearing

Peter wasn't sure why you were spending so much time with the lawyer from Hell's Kitchen lately, he knew Matt well of course and trusted him with you, but he wasn't sure what exactly was going on; sure, he found some extra baggy and oversized hoodies in your wardrobe, and he found some foam pads in your underwear drawer that he wasn't exactly sure were used for. But he minded his own business, for the most part, only occasionally putting them back to where they came from if he found them lying around the flat you shared. He didn't want to pry, and he wouldn't.

But when you came home on a Sunday afternoon after being out with Matt, Peter couldn't help but to ask - he was curious, more than anything, and he wanted to know if there was something going on that he could help with; he sat down next to you on the sofa, an old three seater with orange-y red cushions on a light brown frame, the pattern yellow and green - it looked like something out of the eighties, but it had been free and it did what it was meant to do.

Clearing his throat, Peter licked his lips, looking around the room for a moment before finally catching your gaze. "Are you in shit?"

"What?" You furrowed your brows, tilting your head and looking at him like he had just spoken to you in nothing but nonsense.

"Are you in trouble?" He clarified. "It's just... you've been seeing Matt a lot lately, and I thought-"

"I'm not in shit," you chuckled, relief washing over you as you leaned over and grabbed his shoulder. "I just... needed some advice."

"Advice?" Peter was none the wiser. "Advice for what?"

"I wanna change the gender marker on my ID and everything else," you told him.

Peter hadn't a clue. "What's that, like, you wanna change your signature?"

"No, Pete," you pressed your forehead against his arm, trying not to laugh. "Peter... I'm trans."

He fell silent for a few moments, but then he smiled. "Oh. Oh! Oh, that's so cool!"

"What... what did you think was going on?" You asked.

"I thought you'd gotten into trouble," he admitted. "Matt's a lawyer, so I thought..."

You looked back at him, shaking your head before moving close enough to gently kiss his cheek. "For someone so smart, you really can be an absolute dumbass."

"So, your pronouns," he cleared his throat. "Have they changed, or are they still the same?"

"They're the same," you told him. "And before you ask, those foam pads I have are used for packing - it... makes it look like I have a dick."

"That's really cool," Peter nodded, but then he paused. "Do you want a realistic one?"

"I can't afford one," you shook your head.

"I can," he offered. "I mean, once I get paid this week, I can... I can get you one."

You moved closer again, practically snuggling into his side as you sighed. "I can't ask you to do that."

Wrapping an arm around you, Peter shook his head. "You're my best friend, (y/n), I want to and... I want you to know that I support you - even if I am a dumbass."

You chuckled, shaking your head and grasping his hand so you could run your fingers over his, tracing callouses and little scars. "About that - the, uh, the friend thing..." you swallowed thickly, practically gulping. "What if... what if we were more? I mean, I know you're still not quite over your divorce with-"

"I'd like to give it a try," he said softly. "If... if you'd be willing to give me a chance."

"Sure I would," you muttered. "But are... would... I mean, I'm... y'know, with the whole-"

"I support you," his voice came out a little more stern, trying to push sincerity through each syllable. "I support you, and I love you, and I'll do everything I can to be good to you."

#mlem writes #peter parker x reader #peter parker imagine #peter b parker x reader #peter b parker imagine #peter b parker #spiderman into the spiderverse #spiderman

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lokescurse · 3 years

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Hello I hope you're feeling better soon and please a - z for naoya and the nsfw alphabet hehe I'm greedy for Naoya content. Sending love and hugs

Thank you~❤️I'm doing okay, still recovering but I was well enough to finish this. I hope the wait was worth it! Some of these letters were already answered for other people, so I'll be linking back to the posts where I put them. Otherwise, here you are, a full alphabet for our favourite little menace of the Zenin clan:

These are gn!Reader friendly!

As one could expect, MDNI, thank you!~ Specific warnings under the cut.

C/D1/K/W1 & B/D2/J/N/W2

Warnings: Mentions of cum, katoptronophilia, limited aftercare, oral sex (both receiving), rough sex, mocking, degradation, humiliation, praise, choking, implied unprotected sex, creampies/cumming inside, detailed descriptions of uncircumcised dick, semi-public sex, quickies, exhibitionism, descriptions of pubic hair, use of toys, sexting, dick pics, overstimulation, dumbification, multiple orgasms, and orgasm denial. Also if there are grammar and spelling mistakes, I’m sorry but I didn’t have the energy to proof read this a million times lol.

A = Aftercare: Aftercare with Naoya is...minimalistic, really. If he’s awake enough after sex, he’ll probably want to wash off with you so that you don’t have to worry about yourself or your bed sheets in the morning, though. This can be a shower or a bath and he doesn’t really have a preference, so if you just want a quick rinse that’s fine & if you’d like to put some scented bath salts in the tub and just soak for a bit, that also works. He’s not really picky during this time (in fact, Post-orgasm Naoya is probably the most agreeable version of him lmao). Anything more than this is a bit of a toss-up, however. He’s probably just gonna want to go straight to bed or he’ll have to even skip the wash, adjust himself, and head off to whatever he has next on his daily agenda. But, if he does get to stay in bed for the night, expect him to also use whatever power he has to sleep in with you the next day.

D = Dirty secret: This is one that even a very beloved partner would have significant difficulty wrangling out of him.....but Naoya really doesn’t mind the idea of wearing lingerie, even if it’s a bit more on the feminine side. He has a great figure and he knows it. What’s more is that he loves all kinds of accessories that accentuate his naturally pretty features. So it should come as no surprise to learn that Naoya has definitely tried on a few things in front of his mirror, and somewhere deep in his computer are the selfies he took while wearing the pieces he liked most. He’s especially partial to black garments with lace trim and lots of straps & garters. Perhaps even more than the lingerie itself, he loves thinking of all the praise and compliments he’ll receive for wearing it. So his partner had better be prepared to absolutely drown him in heartfelt flattery if this is a thing they’d like to see more of in the future.

E = Experience: Naoya isn't very experienced, in my opinion. I do think that he'd be willing to have a few one-night-stands here and there just to get out some of the frustration that he can't relieve himself, but that doesn't mean he was all that well-educated on what to do. He's not innocent by any means, but being with him means being willing to understand that he'll need some actual practice to be exceptional at anything in the bedroom. His one strength is that he does have some natural talent with his tongue and fingers, though, if you get my drift. It's a learning curve, but he'll get there. F = Favorite position: I’m of the mind that Naoya enjoys the butterfly, cowgirl, classic missionary, and spooning positions best. Ultimately, these are all positions that either 1) let him see his partner’s face & body, 2) let him press his skin directly against theirs, or 3) both. A position that allows Naoya to choose between getting up close and sensual or leaning back and enjoying the view is going to land on his favourites every time. All four of these also allow him to have good control over the pace to some extent or another (which we’ll establish later as being fairly important to him). Even cowgirl gives him the option to steady his partner’s hips and push into them at his desired speed from below. An honourable mention here is doggy style, but he tends to only like it while him and his partner are facing a mirror. Like I said, he likes to be able to see everything.

G = Goofy: Naoya doesn't tend to be goofy during the act, per se, but he does enjoy bringing his normal scoundrel attitude into the bedroom with him. He's the mocking, sarcastic, and teasing sort. At times, it can also just be him playing coy in an attempt to get his partner to admit to/beg for something they want done to them. He's the kind to hear his partner say "please..." and ask "please, what?" even though he knows full well what it is they're looking for. Playful, to say the least. We’ll get more into this when we get to U.

H = Hair: While the idea of Naoya also bleaching his pubes is...interesting to me, I do think that he keeps them the natural black colour they are. As far as the cut goes, I’d say he’s very well groomed. He keeps it well-shaped and tame down there, sometimes he might even shave it completely if he’s going to be too busy to see to it properly for a while. He does also take into account what his partner likes, though, as he wants to make sure he’s as attractive to them as he can be in every possible way. Tell him what you like and, if it suits him, he’ll do his best.

I = Intimacy: Let’s face it, Naoya’s not the romantic type. While he can be tender, it’s rare that there’s a time with Naoya that isn’t punctuated by roughness or mockery to some extent or another. But that doesn’t mean that there isn’t something deeper to it at all. More accurately, Naoya’s roughness is largely due to his enthusiasm to be wrapped up with his partner in the first place. Obviously, his nigh insatiable appetite is also to blame, but it’s not the only contributor to his eagerness. When Naoya desires someone, he desires them wholly, and he seeks no one else. So while his partner probably shouldn’t expect a soft/romantic lovemaking session unless it’s their birthday or some such occasion, they should know that everything Naoya does is specifically, and only for them. It has its own inherent romance to it, even if it’s not always clear.

L = Location: There a few different locations that Naoya loves to get tangled up in. His own bed, the estate sauna, the training mats in the dojo - they're all great and he'll almost never say no to them. But there's one place that Naoya absolutely loves to defile with his partner more than any other:

His father's bed.

It's risky and he knows well that it's not always an option, but if there's ever a moment in which his partner is game and Naobito is busy elsewhere, Naoya will practically sprint there. The whole way he's biting his lip at the thought and loosening his clothes to prevent lost time. He can't help but to love the high that comes over him when he and his partner have their way in the Very Important Private Room Only for the Head of the Zenin Clan. It serves as both a reminder of his own personal motivations, as well as just a giant "Fuck You" to his father in general. The best of both worlds. M = Motivation: Naoya isn’t a difficult man to turn on, as he’s practically always at the ready. You can pretty much just vaguely allude to the concept of sex and his brows (and something else) will begin to perk up. However, I do think there are a few little things that will get him particularly entranced with his s/o. One of them is low-cut or revealing clothing. Parade yourself with confidence or tease him with a suggestive outfit and he’s already ravishing you with his eyes at every possible moment. Naoya loves beauty and ostentation, so if his partner takes the time to pick out clothes that really highlight all their best curves & features, you can bet that Naoya isn’t going to be able to keep his hands to himself. For male/masc partner’s especially, I think he also loves shows of strength. Naoya can’t help but stare when he sees taught muscle flexing, or be impressed by how easily his partner can lift heavy objects that he can’t (as I’m writing this, I’m thinking maybe maybe maybe Naoya might just have a bit of a size kink, too eheh). Finally, something that works for all kinds of s/os is that Naoya absolutely loves having his neck touched - it’s probably his most sensitive, non-erogenous body part. If the person he’s involved with at the time comes up behind him while he’s sitting on a couch or at his desk, gently grazes their fingers along the side of his neck, and whispers something suggestive in his ear, Naoya’s all but putty in their hands.

O = Oral: Oh, Naoya, Naoya, Naoya. When isn’t this man wagging his tongue? Honestly, even he knows that he really ought to put it to better use sometimes. And so he does, but you almost hate to admit that he’s so damn good at it. As one could imagine, it’s filled with a ton of teasing, though. There’s plenty of him blowing lightly on the excited skin, lots of kitten licks and soft kisses, and of course it wouldn’t be sex with Naoya without a heavy dose of “use your words” and other taunts. Ultimately, there’s not much Naoya Zenin loves more than really taking his time between his partner’s thighs and watching as they completely come unraveled beneath his diligent tongue. It’s so good to him, that he’s often caught moaning around his partner’s sex, sending pleasant vibrations all along the flesh there & enhancing the experience further. Sometimes, even, he can’t bring himself to stop after his s/o’s release finishes coating his lips, and he’ll continue to press his tongue against them until they’re jolting from overstimulation. Even then he might not stop without a safeword. Asking Naoya for oral really is a gamble in that way. There’s no telling whether he’ll leave his partner at a comfortable satisfied, or catapult them thoroughly into mindless and exhausted.

Naoya prefers to give and, honestly, if he had to choose the method to his climax, he’d just choose sex over oral if he had the time. That being said, Naoya was made for multiple orgasms. So if there’s only enough time for oral, expect for him to try and make use of every possible second. Therefore, his partner should probably make sure they rest their jaw afterwards.

P = Pace: Generally speaking, Naoya prefers the act to have a more rapid pace. As one can expect from someone with a speed-based technique, Naoya has a great capacity to keep things moving quickly. The bedroom is no exception. Even in moments where the scene is more sensual, he can’t help but raise the pace as time goes on. There’s something about the extra friction and the desperation it fills him with that makes the sex all the more passionate in his eyes. Just him and his partner, recklessly chasing their highs together. Mmm.~ ♡

Q = Quickie: Naoya loves quickies, for the most part. He kind of has to, seeing as he has to always be somewhere for some reason or another. His partner can probably expect at least one each week in-between blocks of missions, meetings, and other monotony. Sometimes it's the only kind of sex there is, which is mostly fine for him....but he does sometimes long for the more calm, slow moments when he can really take his time. A balance between the two, is really what he craves. R = Risk: Naoya is very willing to experiment and take risks, as I'm sure you've probably guessed by this point. He's down to try almost anything once, and some of his favourite acts are ones done in places where it would be easy to be caught. The things he likes are also pretty varied, and he doesn't mind going from soft to harsh or anywhere in between. Ultimately a pretty exciting partner once he starts getting the hang of things. S = Stamina: I’ve talked about this before in separate posts, but I think it’s fair to say that Naoya likely has pretty good stamina. I don’t necessarily like when other people just say that every character they write for can go multiple rounds all night because that’s not always realistic. But, since Naoya so very specifically has a speed-based ability and we know how important strength, performance, and training were to the Zenin...I don’t think it’s unfair to say in this case that, yes, Naoya can probably go for quite some time. I’m also of the mind that he cums quickly, but is not easily overstimulated, leading him to be able to hit multiple orgasms without getting too overwhelmed or tired. Ergo, this man can and will keep you up way past your bedtime if you ask nicely. ♡

T = Toys: I like to think that Naoya is pretty open to the possibility of using toys. After all, they can very easily result in a heightened experience for both him and his partner. He’d especially love using things like vibrators, clamps, and plugs because of how readily they can bring his s/o over the edge and deep into overstimulation. And since he’s someone who also likes to cum multiple times in any given session, I can definitely see them as being useful to him, too. Ultimately, I think this is a “you name it and I’ll try it,” sort of subject for Naoya. He’ll give anything a go at least once.

U = Unfair: Oh, are you kidding? I think we’ve established by now that teasing may as well be Naoya’s own, distinct love language. It’s impossible for him to refrain from denying, teasing, and openly mocking his s/o during any stage of sex. For him, it’s an integral part of the fun. He loves to make his partner beg, to mock their whimpering, to intentionally “miss” any of their sweet spots, and to give only the slightest of touches against the skin for far too long. Bringing his partner to the brink and sinking them down over and over again - having them completely at his mercy...oh yeah, he positively adores it all.

V = Volume: I think this is where I differ the most from a lot of other people who write for him, because I absolutely think that Naoya is shameless enough to fully moan whenever the mood strikes him. No hushed grunting or strangled noises with this man. He will just let it all out exactly as he feels it. After all, Naoya’s not a person to conceal his emotions as is. Why would he bother to hide what a good time he’s having? Plus, if you’ve been around my posts long enough, you know full well that I think he would also really enjoy trying to embarrass his partner by repeating their own sounds back to them when they get particularly amusing. So, really, there’s no way I would have ever told you that this man is quiet, of all things. Lmao.

W = Wild card: Naoya loves to lock his partner in place, especially when he’s close to cumming. This can sometimes be in the form of choking, but other times it’s just him pressing closer against them or wrapping an arm across the chest/sternum to anchor them to him. It’s quite the display, really. A hand or arm will come up to curl around his s/o’s body, his pace will quicken, and his breathing grows ragged. He has almost no mind left for dirty talk and simply moans readily into his partner’s ear as he reaches his peak inside them. The whole time, he’s holding them firmly in place and making sure they take every drop of his seed.

X = X-ray: He’s beauty, he’s grace. Naoya’s overall body is lean, fit, and sculpted. His musculature is more on the subtle end, but each gentle slope and rounded hill is wrapped so perfectly in smooth, even skin. His ass is especially noteworthy, as it is that somewhat square shape with divots in the sides that one can expect from a very fit build, but also with enough mass there to give the actual cheeks that lovely & grab-able bubble-like quality. Truly, it’s an enticing thing that any good partner would be loathe not to appreciate. Rotating the man a bit, let’s talk about what he’s workin’ with, you know what I’m sayin’? 👀 Naoya’s a proud member of the Pretty Cock Squad, in my opinion. It’s not particularly large or small, sitting at about a comfortable 6-6.5 inches. He is uncircumcised and almost religiously clean. His foreskin is about the same colour as the rest of him, but with a red, blushing quality to it. It’s also very smooth & soft to the touch. There are no veins visible, save for a single prominent, raised one along the underside that looks almost like a seam turned out. The head underneath is cutely rounded, very pink, and super sensitive - which is largely why he cums so fast. Overall, it’s a member to be proud of, and he’ll certainly take any opportunity he can to show it off to his partner. Hopefully they like dick pics during sexting!

Y = Yearning: Oh, boy. This man is horny 24/7, babe. It’s honestly a wonder that Naoya isn’t trying to chase his high every moment of every day. If he isn’t engaging in a sexual act himself, he’s probably thinking of the kinds he’d like to be involved in later, or ones he’ll think about with more clarity when he has a moment alone. So any time a partner even jokes about getting intimate, Naoya will be there actively hoping that they mean what they say deep down because he’s already thinking about just how he’d like to do it tonight.

Z = Zzz: Conked out immediately. Naoya can last quite a while, but no matter how high your stamina is, there comes a point where you need to stop for a bit. It's actually because Naoya is able to exert so much energy during the act that he needs sleep so badly after. Don't be surprised if you roll over to snuggle up to him sometimes only to hear him softly snoring away. Just make sure you wake him up at some point so he can brush his teeth!

Okay! With that all being said and done, I’m gonna tag you ( @depechemoth ) as well just to make sure you get it since sometimes tumblr doesn’t tell people when their asks get answered anymore + I spent a lot of time on this so I don’t want you to miss it!

#WHEW! Sorry this took so long but it was a lot to think about lmao!#Kinktober #Naoya Zenin #Naoya headcanons #Naoya smut #Naoya x Reader #Naoya x gn!Reader #smut alphabet #not sfw #not sfw text #mdni #asks #depechemoth #long post

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mammons-tax-returns · 3 years

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"for one muse to kiss the other's scar" w satan pls? 👉🏻👈🏻

masterlist / 600+ followers event

Thank you for your request, anon! No pronouns were specified so I hope you don’t mind masc mc :’)

I kept getting scared that this was getting too lengthy (i have a short ass attention span so ik i cant read long stuff LMAO) so I redid a bunch of parts, i hope it’s not too apparent!

✖️MALE MC✖️

Anything with history is an eye-catcher to Satan.

Just like a good novel, things with meaning and origins deeper than surface level are so much more enjoyable and genuine than things that simply are there. Who says an Avatar of Wrath can’t be poetic?

But it’s often that things with such overwhelming sentiment that Satan feels become an eye sore much quicker than anything else. Some things of personal importance are meant to be remembered, but not belabored to the point of ruin.

He is forced to face this fact today when Lucifer pushes a boundary that may not have even existed before. At any rate, it does now. Skipping past the point of negotiation entirely, Satan now finds himself pacing his room, cursing his brothers name under his hissing breath.

MC patiently watches as Satan goes through his breathing exercises on his own, knowing that if Satan has learned to calm down on his own before, he can do it again. Just being in his room with him is enough.

On the other hand, Satan isn’t too keen on that idea.

Things have become enstranged between him and Lucifer— Even more so. At this point, it’s hard to tell that MC’s help had brought them any closer at all.

The recent fights and arguments continuously end in Satan peering at the long, winding scar wrapping around his wrist and forearm like a ravenous snake. Just its faded presence is enough to make him conflicted.

He received this scar long ago, at least thousands of years ago. From a day that Lucifer got a bit too close to Satan when he was angry.

Maybe that was the day that set the precedent. The precedent that stated that no matter how smart or calm he presents, there will always be some turmoil within him brewing like a storm.

The disappointment and weariness that shows in his own family’s faces when he gets worked up is so evident he wishes he could be anyone else than who he is. Even if just for a day. But isn’t it unfair to only expect chaos from him? Certainly he’s been doing better to keep his anger in check... Right?

Besides... It’s just his nature to be angry. So, maybe... No, he still is held accountable for his actions. He definitely should just—

“Satan? Are you... Are you okay?” MC quietly calls his name from his bed. Perhaps he should have called Satan’s name a little earlier? The demon stood staring at his clothed arm in absolute silence for a number of minutes until now.

Satan’s eyes open a little wider. “Huh..? Oh, I’m sorry. I must have spaced out... How uncharacteristic of me.” He can’t find it in himself to smile, and instead uses his left hand to hold onto his scarred forearm, pushing it aside in hopes to shake off his intrusive thoughts.

“Moreover... I feel like I have calmed down significantly. Thank you for being here MC, but perhaps you’ve been bored out of your mind here.” He gives a firm smile and quickly looks away. “You may leave if you’d like.”

MC doesn’t quite listen to his offer. Satan seemed more tensed than normal when he would have “calmed down”. If he were a danger to be around at that moment, he would have said so, anyways. And if there was any chance of being able to help him before he does something risky, MC would take it.

“Well... It wouldn’t hurt to stay just a bit more, would it?” MC gave him a small smile, in which Satan seemed to become a bit flustered upon seeing.

Satan wonders how to respond. MC was right. And it may just hurt more if Satan is alone with his thoughts. “Oh, MC.” He sighs with unsaid appreciation, then makes his way into bed beside the human, who is still sitting on the edge. “Sometimes I wonder who truly are the angels of the exchange program.”

MC giggles, rolling over so that the two males lay side by side. “I’m no angel, but humans aren’t so bad... Occasionally.”

Satan smiles to let him know that the response was well received. Lord knows how grim his expression was while he was subconsciously considering his past just moments ago.

“But, that aside...” MC turns his head to look at the blonde. “What’s wrong, Satan? I’m not forcing anything out, but I’m thinking I should start to worry.”

Satan could almost laugh at those words. Worry? For him? A demon who embodies fury and unrelenting rage? It’s... A little odd to picture.

“Hmph. Well... Now that I have to put it in words, it seems a bit silly when it really shouldn’t be...”

MC raised a brow. “Based off of how you were glaring at your hands earlier, I doubt that this is about it being silly, and more about you trying to downplay it. But I’d say that’s a rather common coping mechanism.”

Satan felt as if he were see through. A mere glass pane. How could someone see into his mind so well? He had barely gotten into his explanation at all. “Er. I guess you could say that...

“It would appear that the tension... Between Lucifer and I has caused some rather distasteful memories to surface.” Satan mumbles the words as if they would reflect his character poorly. As if they were something to be ashamed of.

MC picks up on this, and a frown deepens his features. “Satan...” He pauses to think about what to say next, “You see, this is the part where I have no idea what to add because you guys have thousands of years of age on me.”

Satan ruffles the male’s hair when he sees the small pout on his lips. “You’ll come to learn that most demons are petty, shallow creatures with personalities about as deep as a puddle,”

Coming to a stop, the Avater of Wrath subconsciously began to pull up his sleeve to reveal the very edge of his scar. However, he hesitates, and his throat tightens just barely.

What in the hell was he doing?

“...” MC can’t look away from Satan’s hands, and it seems that time has stopped for a moment. Even the air that previously entered and exited MC’s nose seized.

Satan suddenly relaxes. It’s just MC. A human that knows all too well that this household could be dangerous and frightening. So he continues to pull up the bit of cloth covering peach skin.

“And sometimes, we tend to give into vainglorious temptations that only end up hurting someone, or everyone.” Satan finishes, voice barely breaking the border between a whisper and mutter. “I suppose I could have gone about pushing Lucifer’s buttons in a smarter way... But I didn’t, unfortunately. So I’m left with this loving scar from my brother.”

MC supresses a gasp, and gently takes hold of Satan’s arm. “It looks like it was super deep... I’m sorry this happened to you Satan.”

Satan watches MC trail his fingers calmingly along the edge of his river-like line along his arm. He rotates his forearm so that he can follow its path all around his arm.

“I appreciate that, MC... But I’m ‘over it’, for lack of better words. You see here, the scars actually make the silhouette of a cat on the untouched skin. It’s rather cute.”

MC laughs at the revelation. It was cute. But as much as he could admire Satan’s turning of an unfortunate event into a moment of entertainment for the two of them, he couldn’t ignore the weary look on Satan’s face.

“Awh... That’s adorable.” MC lightly mocks a babyish tone, and rubs his finger on the head of this imaginary feline. “It’s like a mini Satan cat.” He feels Satan’s shoulder move as he chuckles breathily.

“I value your adoration for my unsightly skin, MC. But if you’re so affectionate to this mere imagery of ‘mini Satan’ , perhaps you could spare a moment or two paying more attention to me.” He’s not sure if Satan means to sound dismayed rather than playful, even through the smile on his lips.

So he decides to gently grab onto Satan’s arm and press his lips against the indented skin on his forearm.

“M-MC-..!” Satan jumps, free hand freezing mid-air. His body heat is rising, and he’s sure MC can feel it.

“You’d better not be talking about Mini Satan like that, Satan.” MC mumbles against his skin. “He’s not unsightly. He’s wonderful and handsome, just like you.”

Satan can’t find a way to respond. Was he supposed to feel his heart squeeze? This seemed too menial of a response from MC for his heart to be racing like this. He simply smiles and shakes his head helplessly.

“Thank you, MC...” He lets out the breath he had been holding in.

Perhaps he could afford to be transparent every once in a while.

#obey me satan #satan x mc #male reader #obey me #satan

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thecreelhouse · 3 years

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all of you

Paring: Steve Harrington x Non-binary!Reader

Summary: just some cute comforting fluff about reader wanting to explore their gender expression and Steve being a supportive partner!! follow up to they/them/theirs !

Word count: 2.3k

Warnings: some language maybe? light talks of gender dysphoria and questioning what makes someone “non-binary” (reminder: the only thing that makes u a certain gender is u identifying with it), but lots of fluff to help! Also, sweater stealing and polo hating.

A/N: hi! It’s been a long time since I’ve posted something that isn’t smut lmao. again, this is for all my fellow NB readers, but anyone is welcome to read! And please remember, one non-binary experience does not fit all! What works for you is most important! Take care and hope y’all enjoy! <3

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“Is that my sweater?”

Steve’s hand was intertwined into yours, shielded from the cold while the oversized sleeve spilled over your fingers.

You looked ahead to the park’s path in front of you, watching leaves gently flutter off the trees with each breeze that rolled through. The air was crisp and smelled of late Autumn, and an earlier sunset began to blanket the scenery in golden hour’s warm light.

Steve slowed his pace while he took a longer look at the sweater you wore, a lazy smile curling at his lips. “That’s definitely my sweater.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Harrington.” You shrugged as you tugged on his arm. Steve stopped, bringing your attempts forward to a halt. “What?”

“You know, if you continue to steal my clothes, I won’t have anything to wear,” Steve joked, followed by a light chuckle. You couldn’t help frowning though, and he noticed, pulling you into a hug. “What’s up, love?”

You sighed loudly, face buried into his shoulder before mumbling, “I just wanna know how it feels.”

Confused, Steve pulled back to get a better look at you. “Know how what feels? Look, if you wanted to wear some of my sweaters, all you have to do is ask. It’s cute—“

You shook your head fiercely before glancing around, making sure the trail was still empty aside from you and Steve.

“I- I wanted to kinda’... you know…” Your eyes darted around everywhere, avoiding Steve’s gaze. “See how it feels to dress more… more masculine, I guess.”

It had been about a month since you opened up about your gender struggle to Steve, which meant it had also been a month since you both confessed your feelings for one another. It was all still fresh, this whole battle of questioning your own gender. You didn’t feel like a girl, or a boy. You still liked to dress more feminine, but some days you wondered how it would feel to wear masculine outfits.

Gender, in clothes, in things, felt pointless to you. It felt like a big charade, but you still wanted to explore the areas where you knocked boundaries of gender down. So, you quietly had been borrowing Steve’s clothes here and there… without his knowledge, of course.

“Oh,” Steve replied, nodding. He didn’t quite get it himself, wanting to explore and test the limits society placed everyone in with their assigned gender at birth, but he did understand when something was important to you. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

You sighed, relieved but also flustered, still caught up on your own tangled thoughts.

“I’m— I don’t want to fuck this up.” You blurted out, laughing bitterly at yourself. Steve looked at you with concern. “What if this is just a…. a phase, or something?”

“If it is, isn’t it just as important that you figure yourself out through it?” Steve shrugged, trying to calm your nerves. “In the end, it’s just clothes. Can’t hurt, right?”

You stared up at Steve in awe of his casual attitude, though it still held love and support. It was something that you’d appreciate until the end of time, the way he could just accept people for who they were, or who they changed into, open mind and all.

“You sure?” You asked softly, and Steve grinned in response.

“Yeah, of course. We can do, like, a fashion show tonight, or whatever. My closet’s all yours, babe.”

You hugged him tightly, knocking a laugh out of his chest. Joy and relief overwhelmed you, recognizing that this was something you could always talk to Steve about. It would really take time, always such a shock someone was on your side in this world filled with uncertainties and ignorance.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you.” You squeezed him as you mumbled into his sweater.

Steve could only hug you closer, pressing kisses to the top of your head before you pulled away, anxious to head back to the car. You stomped ahead through the brisk breeze, one mission on your mind.

“Whoa! Where’s the fire? I promise my clothes aren’t going anywhere!” Steve laughed out as you pulled him along back down the path. “They’re all yours when we get back.”

“Sorry, just excited.” You grinned sheepishly as you looked over your shoulder at him. “Except the polos, I’m staying the fuck away from those.”

“Wh— What’s wrong with my polos?!”

———

“Have you always had freakishly long arms?”

Steve looked up from a magazine he had been flipping through while sprawled across his bed. He tucked his lips inward, trying to keep a straight face as he focused on you.

You wore a long sleeve tee under one of his beloved vests, only the sleeves hung off your body like long ribbons. You had lost count of the number of outfit combinations you had tried, and successfully hated. It’s not that you hated the clothes, no, because on Steve, they looked great. On you, though...

Your eyes flicked to Steve’s face and narrowed as he stifled a laugh, nearly letting it slip out.

“Don’t laugh at me, I know you want to laugh.”

Steve shook his head quickly, incredibly animated as he sat up and shoved the magazine aside as he slid to the edge of his bed, closer to where you stood.

“Not at you, just…” Steve slowly spoke, trying to keep his laughter inside. “I- you- have I always been… longer than you?”

You broke first, throwing one of the sleeves over your face as you howled in laughter over Steve’s words.

“That makes it sound even worse!” You giggled, finally breaking Steve into his own fits of laughter.

“Well- I mean—“ Steve had to catch his breath, running his hand through his hair. “You just look like… like a kid dressing in their dad’s clothes.”

You rolled your eyes and sighed dramatically before flopping onto the bed next to Steve, face buried into the comforter. Steve laid back down next to you, gently pushing to flip you over. You took the hint and rolled over, looking at Steve with a cartoonish pout.

“That’s the last thing I want. I just… I want to feel like me in the clothes I pick.” You grumbled, sliding out of the vest before throwing it to the floor. “Let’s be real, I can’t pull the vests off the way you can.”

Steve smirked, leaning up on his elbows before looking back at you. “Not many can, it’s alright.”

“Alright, King Steve, settle it down.” You teased, and Steve scoffed before wrapping his arms around you, pulling you on top of him as he held you close.

You giggled and hummed, content to have his comfort through this absolutely absurd idea.

“Maybe dressing masc just isn’t for me, Steve.” You sighed, burying your head into the crook of his neck. Steve began rubbing soothing motions into your back as he continued to hold you.

“Well, to be fair, it’s my closet you’ve been digging through,” Steve chuckled. “You could have a completely different style from me. I mean, even when you dress more feminine, your style is far different from mine.”

You smiled softly before mumbling into his neck, “That’s because I’m more fashionable than you, Harrington.”

Steve laughed before rolling over, ending up looking down over you as your back rested on the bed. Steve’s features carried more seriously than his tone did.

“I’m gonna ignore that,“ Steve started, reaching out for your face to caress your cheek with his thumb lightly. You leaned into his soft touch. “You’ve always worn what you’ve wanted because it’s you.”

Your brow quirked up at his words, staying silent to let him continue.

“You can always try dressing in whatever clothes you want, whoever they’re labeled for, because they’re just clothes. I think you accepted that a long while ago, and you’ve been confident in what you wear already.”

You stared up at Steve in awe, always impressed with how he seemed to be steps ahead of you in this journey of embracing whatever your gender seemed to be.

Sighing, you ran a hand over your face, closing your eyes. “I thought— god, this will sound ridiculous outside of my head— I thought if I dressed more masculine, I could be taken more seriously. Y’know, with my… my gender, and stuff.”

Steve blinked a few times, eyes searching yours as they opened again. He was quiet for only a moment, but it felt incredibly long and drawn out.

“You will always be taken seriously, any way you dress. Well…” Steve trailed off with a small laugh, “... except if maybe you had to dress like … a chicken, or something.”

“A chicken?!” You laughed out, rolling your eyes. “I’m having a crisis over my identity, and you think the worst could be me dressing as poultry?!”

Steve laughed at your response, leaning his head down to yours, foreheads touching. He didn’t pull away as the two of you let your laughter die down.

“Listen- okay—“ You reached up to cradle his face, and he forced himself to be serious, only to break again with more laughter. “- Okay, listen! You’re incredible no matter what you wear, no matter what gender roles you present yourself in. You know why?”

“Because I’m hot?” You joked, and Steve shoved your shoulder playfully as you laughed it off.

“Yeah, that’s an advantage,” Steve rolled his eyes. “But it’s because you’re you. In the end of it all, you’re always you. What makes you non… non— fuck, I’m sorry, I forgot how to say it.”

“Non-binary,” You assisted, and Steve nodded, mentally taking note to keep practicing to remember the new terminology for you.

“Non-binary. Right. Got it. Thank you.” Steve said, mumbling it to himself again before continuing his words of comfort. “You’ve told me before there’s no rules, really. You just don’t feel like a girl, and that’s okay. It’s always going to be okay, no matter who you feel like. Whether you feel this forever or your gender changes as time goes on, you are you. That’s what’s most important, babe.”

You sighed a breath you hadn’t realized you had been holding, relieved by Steve’s words. You leaned forward on your elbows, and Steve shifted back so you could sit up with him.

“How the hell do you have this more figured out than I do?” You laughed quietly as you shook your head. Steve ran a hand up to hold your face gently again as he smiled down at you.

“I don’t.” Steve answered honestly. “I just know you’re happiest being yourself. Always have been, always will be, and that’s what matters most.”

“I hate admitting it, but, Steve Harrington, you are right.” You said, leaning into his touch again.

“I know,” He jokingly replied, grinning. “If you do want to try out more clothes than just what’s in the women’s section in the mall, we can always go shopping together and pick what you like. If anyone asks, it’s for me. Also, if anyone thinks they have the right to ask, I’ll tell them to take a hike.”

You laughed, feeling tears build along the edges of your eyes, happy ones. Ones of relief.

A month ago, you had never thought of admitting this secret of who you truly were, and instead, you ended up telling your best friend, Steve. Best friend first, through and through, even as newly self-proclaimed lovers.

He had always supported you being yourself, so it really came as no surprise that support carried over to your gender, too.

“I love every inch of that kind, intelligent brain of yours, Harrington.” You said, reaching out to his face before pulling him close into a soft, slow kiss. You could feel Steve smile into the kiss, and you’d bet he was probably blushing, too.

“Yeah?” He asked as he pulled back. “What else do you like?”

With an eye roll, you shoved his arm playfully, but he wrapped his arms around you tightly, showering you in kisses on every inch of your face he could reach.

“That you accept me for me, even through this confusing journey.” You replied softly. “Also, you’re a babe, but that’s nothing new.”

“Well, of course I do. That’s the best thing about you. All of you is my favorite part.” Steve answered so surely, pressing a kiss to your forehead before chuckling. “Also, I know I am, but thanks for trying to butter me up anyway.”

“Did it work enough so I could borrow another one of your cozy sweaters?” You jokingly asked, though the coziness of your partner’s clothing was no joke to you.

“You have, like, five of mine right now!” Steve whined, earning more giggles from you. “I’m just getting you sweaters for Christmas this year so you leave mine alone.”

“Nuh-uh, you said you liked all of me, you have to accept my sweater stealing side, too.” You teased, sticking your tongue out.

Steve sighed in defeat, admiring how cute you looked, even when challenging him to get what you want. He jerked his chin over towards his closet. “Go pick what you want, brat.”

You kissed his cheek quickly before replying with a soft, “I love you,” before moving to shift off the bed.

It took a few moments for you to register what you had said, and when it clicked, you turned around, eyes wide, almost mirroring Steve’s expression of surprise.

“I’m sorry- I- fuck—“ You began to babble out nervously, “- I just- I wanted that to be so much more special, and it’s okay if you don’t want to say it yet, or at all—“

Steve followed you, closing the gap between your faces once more to catch your lips against his in another soft, sweet kiss, one that left goosebumps creeping across your skin.

He pulled back just enough where your noses were touching, hands cradling the sides of your face before whispering, “I love you too. All of you.”

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#steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x nonbinary reader #steve harrington x you #steve harrington fanfic #my fics #all of you #I will be genuinely shocked if this shows up in the tags at all

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