#♠️ask

[dearestdrearilygirl]

Honest question because I'm confuzzled.

You have both radqueer and exclusionist in your dni. Isn't radqueer just someone who isn't an exclusionist, aka someone for all good faith identities? So it wouldn't make sense to be dni for those two because that would be like being "everyone dni"?

Asking because I want to know if I can follow and also if I'm defining myself wrong by misunderstanding a label lol

what ur talking about is radinclus or radinclusive-someone who accepts people with "contradictory" labels such as mspec lesbians and gays, gay girls (a label which i use for Reasons which I don't feel like explaining rn) and lesboys.

A radqueer on the other hand believes in harmful labels (i mean that literally and you'll understand why in a sec) that people can be things like trace (trans race, think oli london).

they also believe people can be transage and while i do believe in age regression radqueers often believe that a minor who's tranage is an adult can do things like consent to have sex with adults and stuff like that which noooo.

they also believe you can be trans neurodivergent or trans mentally ill. which as a neurodivergerent person that's just sooo ablest. I've seen radqueers say that trans autistic people (aka people who want to be autistic but aren't) are just as autistic as "cis autistic" people (acutally autistic people). I've even seen some say that transdisabled people deserve the same disability aids as "cis disabled" people (aka people with actual disabilities) if that acutally happened resources that could go to people who need them would go to people who are perfectly abled.

some radqueer labels I've seen are "transnazi" "transharmful" (like i said- literally harmful label) "transharmed" "transabuser" "trans abused" "trans cult survivor".

A "trans abuser" is someone who "wants to be or feels like they are an abuser even though they aren't". same thing with trans nazi. I've also heard some radqueers say you can be a trans nazi because you want to be a nazi but don't agree with nazism or like the "nazi aesthetic" (i wish i was joking but that's something someone's said). I shouldn't have to explain why that's bad.

and a "trans cult survivor" and "trans abused" are people that haven't survived a cult or been abused but want to or believe they should be. I also shouldn't have to explain why that's bad and extremely insensitive to people who've actually been abused.

I've also seen wayyy too many radqueers be pro contact for harmful paraphilias. I've seen some that are anti contact but in my personal experience most are pro contact.

[dandysworldhcs]

*Hands you my headcanons for why Shrimpo would have such bad stats in-universe (excluding movement speed because I haven’t figured that one out yet)*

For extraction speed, I think every single time he headbutts the machine it stops extracting for a second. If he just didn’t headbutt it his extraction could easily be a two star.

It’s the same thing for skill check, he’s too focused on headbutting to notice the skill check until he’s about two seconds from missing it

Stealth is honestly obvious. Shrimpo is LOUD.

Aaaand for stamina I think he just gets tired easily. Characters with high stamina have better endurance, and characters with lower stamina have worse endurance ~♠️🖋️ anon

Hes so me, i cant run for shit dude

[everdreamtheseclowns]

are y’all atleast friendly with Quachil, Yog’s kid?

SPECIAL GUEST: QUACHIL UTTAUS(👁️‍🗨️🪽)(

Speaking of the little angel, Unlikely is actually with it right now! It just happened to wander into his territory, and appears to be hanging out with him! They seem to be getting along quite well…

“ mmhm—Cute kid. It don’t do anything much, but It’s a sweetheart, truly.”-🃏

They seem to be aimlessly walking around…with Quachil anchoring him around…as if it was leading him somewhe-…oh. Oh no.

“ I got absolutely no idea where she’s takin’ me to right now, but ‘least she ain’t pushin’ and shovin’ me around like her daddy-

“OOF-“

Whoops. Down with the clown.

“…!”-🃏

“..s-sir….hh….”-🤡

“AaAAaaaAgh…”-🛸

“Ĥⓐ𝔥卂𝒽𝓐Ĥάｈ𝓐! “-🪽

Now it is laughing at them… very distorted, weird laughing. (It can only speak/laugh coherently through telepathy)

“…HHEHEHEHEHEHEH!”-🃏

Unlikely, clearly, doesn’t seem to mind…unlike his subordinates.

“HHHAHAA! Well…heh, At least the lil’ guy’s got a sense of humor!”-🃏

[tboyluvtgirls]

Good job, handsome boy, listening to you beg has my oral fixation going WILDDDDDD

I suppose youve begged good enough for me

-♠️

oral fixation dom 🤝 overstim lover sub

you could go as long as you wanted, it wouldn’t matter how many times i cum, just keep going until you’re satiated 😵‍💫😵‍💫

[princeinsomniavoid]

@cutest-silly-nb

[plan-tq]

Glitch duo rambles, please

-♠️

YESSSS okay so sory this had been in my draft for like... A bit, but Oh my god glitchduo and their stupid "we're dooming eachother" in every universe what the actual hell... (Probably ooc warning ahead!!)

Lets say ls s5, the fact that ash always seemed to have just... Too much to deal with, too many people around him while squiddo constantly pinpointed her world on HIM, like, name one instance where she DOESNT consider ash when doing something. Its like its written into her code to overwrite ash over whatever other thing/priority she's doing alot of the times

Speaking of that, the arcs!!:

The NUKE ARC she only felt bad because it was going to blow up spawn, because ashswag told her that he cared about it. Birthday party? Whole thing planned around not letting ash die. HER SO WHOLEHEARTEDLY BELIEVING THAT ASH WOULD VOTE FOR HER IN THE ELECTIONS?? It was like her world narrowed down into a pathway to him whenever he was involved personally...hell, the EXPLOITS because she wanted to save him (and others i suppose), everything s5 ls!squiddo cared about was somehow always linked to the man, whether he was involved or not.

I call them doomed because ls!ash well isnt a person like her, as much as they're besties and do silly things together and have fun she's not his top priority capable of pushing back everything else, because he's more focused on survival, from what ive seen. (This is extremely ooc probably but its okay)

Now uu! glitchduo is....uh .. weird, me and yakultoomf had been theorising their canon partnership since the first time ash showed up. there's not much to say about them so you can have the funky little hcs that we've made for them like how ash would prepare his big speeches to squiddo before he goes to the uu!protags, or that they just... Hang out when everyone else is going through hell because hey, people arent ever worried that squiddo might do something and no one expects ash to be doing something as weird as hanging out with such a overlooked person.

S6 ls glitchduo however... Ohhoho we're in the good stuff, Its MUTUAL??? WE'RE GETTING MUTUAL CONTENT??? I need them gone i need them gone i need them gone i need...

S6 is just silly and whimsy and ash sticking so loyal to squiddo makes me want to EXPLODE okay im writing this at2am i should probably stop.... There's alot more i jst think its getting TOO LONG id love to hear what u think of them too....

[ask-shadow-medic-soli]

(Hey it's sarge, I want to seriously apologize for my inactivity. I want to get back into roleplay and I thought I was good to go when I posted those open RPs turns out no, but to make a long story short my house flooded about a week and half ago and I was informed that there is a chance my spouse might lose their job and by extension our home and healthcare. So I've been in consistent panic mode hoping that it's panic for no reason. There is a chance I'll be back to posting in coming weeks or I might have to put @ask-shadow-medic-soli, @callsign-king, and @k-4spade in an indefinite hiatus. I'll post an update as things become more solid.)

[lifesteal-headcanons]

I was sendind a headcanon but for some reason it kicked me out, so here it is but actually finished this time:

I like the headcanon that ClownPierce is human, he's just a little weird and offputting (he just like me fr) so players think he's not, but I also like the headcanon that he's some sort of shapeshifter void monster/creature! I don't know how to explain myself but the closest thing I can think of would be Kedamono from Popee The Performer, except that he also has some kind of face to look human, kind of like mask > fake humanoid face > actual mouth. Sorry my explanations kinda suck, if I ever get motivated enough I will draw and post the concept

During fights, he can't just take off his mask to eat gapples since it would take too long and it would make him vulnerable, so I think he would just lift his mask up a little then eat them in one bite. Other lifestealers have pointed out how it looks like they just dissapear right in front of them but no one has actually asked Clown.

Sorry for bad english! It's my second language, also, could I please be ♠️ anon if it's not taken? or 🎭. Thank you!

.

[bxxth1ll]

Hypothetically speaking if you were to wake up from stainless metal clanging and drill buzzin' and the first thing you saw when you open your eyes was me disassembling your stomach cavity and then I got surprised and accidentally (purposely) cut off your power supply and then got knocked out for 12 hours straight and then when wake up with your stomach is securely attached to your body so you think that whatever you saw was just a dream and continue to do your daily routine of being a galaxy ranger for 8 months straight and then when the final month came around you hear this constant beeping for your stomach cavity and get it checked up to your mechanic and to both of your surprise there was a small button being installed in your belly button area that keeps blinking red light and your mechanic now alarmed and skeptical of what that button would active if pressed did end up pressing it and your stomach cavity opens up as smoke (?) pours out of your said stomach cavity to find a robotic fetus peacefully resting in your stomach.

Also I was sitting next beside you holding your hand while holding a gender reveal cake :3

That's all thank you 🫶

~ ♠️

WHAT THE ACTUAL MUDDLEFUDGIN' FUDGE IS THIS QUESTION??!??

[teenyytiinyy]

such a needy little sister. Surely you don't need a big brother rubbing himself against you from behind, pressing into your wet little panties while I grope your chest ♠️

How icky big brother 🫣 I don't know what you're talking about though. I'm too naive and innocent to know anything about my brother rubbing himself let alone on my princess parts 🥺👑

[lostemperorjoey]

Hello.

[Xornoth's voice is strange, almost like it's a mimicry of a human voice. It's a weird thing Joey was used to, but not positively. This is not the Xornoth that exists today.]

oh

hi

[dearestdrearilygirl]

your parents had you for tax benefits

No, they had me because of the heteronormative patriarchy's social pressure. Along with people who act like you can't be a good, religious and cultured person unless you have a heterosexual arranged marriage and lots of children (and those people include my entire extended family and culture). And those people would've socially exiled or gossiped about them unless they gave into the pressure to comply and have children iregardless of whether or not they wanted and/or were capable enough to raise children.

Also, while i am flattered to be popular enough to have gotten hate and your insult was really quite funny, it was factually untrue and it's honestly quite pathetic of you to be sending anon hate to a random teenage girl for being weird.

I sincerely hope you get fun hobbies, build a happy life, and gain a proper outlet for your misery instead of resorting to getting pissy at people you don't know. If you can't do that, perhaps try utilizing the block button, it's really simple which is why I'm awfully surprised because your behavior makes it seem like you don't know how to use the block button. Lastly, if you still can't figure out how to use the block button even after trying and googling and whatnot, and feel like the only way to deal with your anger is to send hate to a teen girl who you've-once again never met, don't do it anonymously, ya fuckin coward.

[heyimkana]

New Nonny coming about, so let's call me ♠️ Nonny since it's relevant. So I am aroace, but that bit in the last SL episode with Jinwoo all soaked in the rain and they focus on his hands undoing his tie... oof... that does something to me. I don't know what it is, but it does something.

Hello ♠️ Nonny, very nice to meet you!!

Nahhhh bro i feel you, like jinwoo really is THAT man who could pull everybody and i mean EVERYBODY jinwoo is HIM

I don’t even wanna imagine how we’re all going to react when season 3 drops bro

You’ve seen jinwoo in suit and tie, you’re not ready to see him sporting a long black trench coat that’s THE ICONIC SJW look 😩 our man be fighting out there looking like bruce wayne and shit i’m SOAKED

[everdreamtheseclowns]

INTRO ──★ ˙♦️ ̟ !!

“Salutations, dudes, dudettes, and every single solidarity pixel of the world wide web! Time-traveler Chester Titor here! Ever wanted to see what happens when you give a demonic killer clown that lurks from the depths of your nightmares and his most devoted mortal follower, both of which are currently stuck in the ancient year 1955, access to modern day social media? Well, You’ve come to the right place!” -🛸

CONT’D BELOW CUT!! (Including character intros, basic etiquette, boundaries, etc.)

.★⋅.──────.˳★˳.──────.⋅★.

CHARACTERS ──★ ˙♦️ ̟ !!

Unlikely (Nightmare Clown) ♠️🃏

“Anon” (Mask Clown) ♥️🤡

Chester Titor 🛸👽

.★⋅.──────.˳★˳.──────.⋅★.

“Now that you’re here, let’s talk about the two circus freaks that this account is reallly about! (I mean…sure, i’m apart of this whole thing too, but…c’mon, read the room!)”-🛸

“Let’s start off with the big man himself—The night hag, The primordial chucklenuts from the void, The grin reaper! The-“-🛸

“The clown that’ll be the reason you end up in a horrifically overdue grave?” -🃏

“…well dang, i was just hamming you up! No need to get your taco in a twist, man!” -🛸

“Mmmmhmm~ that’s what i thought, Titor. Now make like an egg n’ beat it for me. Lest i end up scramblin’ you like one!”-🃏

“SO not cool, dude… but i’ll dip.”-🛸

“Good, good…now…”-🃏

♠️🃏”What say you to a little GAME?”🃏♦️

MEET UNLIKELY! (AKA The Nightmare Clown)

(Biologically) 100+ years old, (Physically/Mentally in his late 30s-early 50s

Voice Headcanon: DJ Grooves (AHiT)

Speech indicator: signed with 🃏, ♠️/♦️ + RED text!

He isn’t the sweetest ball of sunshine around, feel free to expect the worst from him. He’s just peachy when he wants to be though

He likes human contact! Go ahead, approach the clown! he won’t bite! (Reverse psychology woooooo)

A sore winner and a sore loser. A sore player even. Every last ounce of him is sore. Yeah.

The only thing bigger than himself is his ego. Followed by his appetite, greed, and sportsmanship (or rather the lack thereof). All of which are at an unrecordable size.

Despite his knack for bloodshed, and all things carnage, he has a strong sweet tooth! He favors the more sugary cuisines (Cotton candy, cake, ice cream, anything that stands out to him)

Totally doesn’t secretly run an underground society of mortals wearing clown masks that devote their entire existence to him

.★⋅.──────.˳★˳.──────.⋅★.

“…What’s the fun in playing all these games if you know you’re going to win? It’s kind of anticlimactic methinks”-🛸

“What isn’t the fun ‘bout it? It’s definitely funner when you don’t got a pathetic lil’ morsel in your ear screamin’ about some “YoUr gAmE iS rIgGeD!!””-🃏

“Heyyyy!!! I don’t scream like that :c”-🛸

“I don’t mind it one bit though! After all, it ain’t like they’re gonna be screamin’ their heads off any longer—once they’re CUT CLEAN OFF!”-🃏

“True, however, there’s a possibility that they’d still be alive for a short duration of time afterward, considering that bodiless heads can still function semi-properly, albeit for only a few seconds. But yes, they physically be incapable of screaming post-decapitation.”-🤡

“Hey! Where’d you come from?”-🛸

“…”-🤡

“Ya see? I even got my own second in command to back me up! Where’s yours, Titor? Scared her off or somethin?”-🃏

“…moving on.”-🛸

“It’s…!”-🛸

♣️🤡”ANON!”🤡♥️

MEET “ANON”!

⚠️NOTE: “Anon” is a PLACEHOLDER NAME for the Clown Mask man in TNMN. This character has no official name as of the moment this is all being typed. This section is subject to change in the future, if any more information regarding this guy’s identity is revealed in the tnmn canon.⚠️

33 years old. (8/11/1922)

Voice Headcanon, in the cases where he rarely speaks out: L Lawliet (Death Note)

Speech indicators: signed with 🤡, ♥️/♣️, BLUE text + small letters

Small text will be used for his speech, since i headcanon him to speak in a very soft tone, by default. Only ever raising his voice when experiencing intense, overwhelming emotions

Isn’t good with presenting himself, and social cues. Has trouble communicating his thoughts, and feelings properly—considering how many would assume, upon initial meeting, that he lacks them.

Unlikely’s right hand man. Does errands and chores for the Big Top, all the while luring pedestrians into playing his boss’s inevitable games.

Rarely speaks, unless talking in regards to his boss (Unlikely), or to add onto a conversation

Knows too much. The government fears him.

Is neighbors with Chester, knew him before the incident occurred (2/9/1955), but didn’t become proper friends with him until then.

When he isn’t talking, he’d normally either write his thoughts out, draw, or reply with simple gestures.

.★⋅.──────.˳★˳.──────.⋅★.

“Alright, Chestnut. You’re up…”-🃏

“Oh? Already?? Cool beans!”-🛸

“Yea, yea…don’t go all grandiose, grandpa. This ain’t about you, y’hear?…”-🃏

“Ughh,, fiiine…”-🛸

“But lemme just…ahem…”-🛸

“ohh boy.”-🃏

“Salutations, dudes, dudettes, and every single solidarity pixel of the world wide web! It’s (as seen on the news) Time-Traveler…

🐄🛸CHESTER TITOR, HERE!!🛸👽

47 years old (6/24/1908)

Voice Headcanon: Fiddleford McGucket (Gravity Falls)

Speech Indicators: Occasional typing quirks/modern “slang”, 👽/🛸/🐄, PURPLE text

He was on the daily newspaper. Twice! Such an achievement, i know.

Rots the brains of civilians nationwide with his obscure 21st century Pop/Internet culture references

Has an exact 42% chance of popping up during asks, even if they don’t have anything to do with him.

May or may not be friends with Aliens

.★⋅.──────.˳★˳.──────.⋅★.

“Well, that’s just about enough out of us! Next stop: basic rules and etiquette! Bye-byeonara!”-🛸

BLOG RULES ──★ ˙♣️ ̟ !!

Basic blog rules:

The blog will open and close every so often to prevent influxes of asks. If there’s a lack of asks at the time of closing, they’ll stay open for a day or two

No Anonymous asks, for now. This fandom (TNMN) has a bad problem with anons and askboxes, as one who’s been in the Tumblr community for a while now should know. As per the beginning of this askblog’s existence, I’ll be keeping Anonymous asks off, for safety reasons.

Though i accept and often play into suggestive jokes about the three (🛸,🃏,🤡), borderline N$F₩ asks will be discarded. The person running this askblog (@gabbbyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy ) is a MINOR!!

If i end up discarding or never answering your ask, it’s possibly because I was uncomfortable with it. I hate to do it, but. Yeah.

I may be on/off with this blog due to real life issues (in this specific case, School and other projects.) BUT i will make time for it though!

Please note that most of the stuff i make these characters say and do are based around HEADCANONS!! Their actions and thoughts aren’t entirely correct, unless proven otherwise by canon (or by Nachosamagames himself). However, i attempt to stay as close to whatever goes on in said canon as possible, aside from throwing in my theories and personal twists in there.

[tboyluvtgirls]

Such a good boy, wanting to show off how someones posessive over you <3 ughh ive been grinding on a pillow for the last 5 minutes thinking about rocking my clit against your cock and my whole body is BURNING with how bad i need it

-♠️

(I kinda like spade 😊)

hehe you should mark up my neck and my chest and maybe even my thighs (thigh hickeys drive me crazy 😵‍💫) lets please frot our clits together it'll be soooo good <333

[scoops-aboy86]

♠️♥️ speaking of dragon dens: Blacksmith Steve wandering around the village woods when he quite literally falls into a cave onto a pile of gold. Inside is a dragon, black scales and sharp claws who's staring right at him. Before Steve can scream or runaway though, the dragon shifts into a man, “Wait! Don't go, I won't bite!” Turns out the man's name is Eddie and the two become unlikely friends whilst also setting up a deal: If Steve can forge him more gold or bring some back to him, Eddie will grant him a wish. Over the coming months Eddie's pile grows larger and the two fall in love and by the end of July, Eddie finally reveals what the gold is for. “I'm going to be hibernating soon and us dragons feed off of gold, and now I have plenty to keep me well for the winter. The taste is amazing, at least for me,” he explains. Eddie transforms into his dragon form and works his way through the literal mountain of riches he's attained, all of it melting together into liquid. He's finished just a fourth of his treasures when he falls asleep. In the morning he's back in his human form, thicker than he was the day before, and with the rest of the mountain to finish, there's no telling how big he'll end up. Steve never could figure out what it is he was going to wish for, who knows!

This is fun! What if they already know each other, though? Steve just doesn't realize that his kinda scruffy looking friends with the intense brown eyes and slightly too-sharp teeth is actually a mythical creature in disguise...

(read below or on ao3)

(And a quick note first: Steve in this fic mostly interacts with Eddie's human form. He's in awe of his dragon side, but they're not actually physically, erm, compatible that way due to size difference. But, on the other hand, Eddie is a lone dragon, banished from the company of his kind because he was too interested in humans.

Eddie is the monsterfucker.)

Eddie comes into town sometimes in his human form, passing himself off as some sort of hermit who lives up in the mountains, and Steve is fascinated by the stories he tells in the tavern to anyone willing to listen (and buy him a drink). Everyone in Hawkins knows the legend of the black dragon, known as Munsfire or just Munson in the versions that actually mention a name, so a lot of people ask Eddie if he's seen it.

But Steve, who inherited the family forge when his father died and hasn't really had the luxury of wandering too far from it since, just wants to know what it's like beyond the town he's spent his entire life in. He asks if the wildflowers by Eddie's home are the same as the ones that grow around Hawkins. He asks how high into the mountains Eddie has climbed, how deep he's explored in their caves. Eddie answers it all and then some, often with a flair for the dramatic that makes Steve wonder how much of it is made up. Tells Steve how much more vivid the stars are when viewed from the steep meadows high above Hawkins' valley, and that alone sounds like magic.

"But I have never, not once," Eddie stresses frequently, "come face to face with a dragon up there."

Steve doesn't care about the legend, but he does want to see those stars. So one afternoon he finishes his work early and sneaks out of town to begin the long hike to the sky, figuring he can find a good spot by dusk and make his way back down the mountain at dawn's first light.

Only, just when he thinks he's found a good spot, he trips and falls down a deep crevice. The fall feels like it takes forever and the landing on a hard, non-rock yet very unforgiving surface knocks the breath and sense out of him for a moment. But Steve eventually climbs to his feet: deeply bruised, scraped, and sore, yet miraculously nothing broken.

However, he is face to face with a lizard-like beast taller than a one story home and longer than Hawkins' Main Street, so. Maybe he counted his chickens too early.

The dragon is sleek for something so huge, it's black scales with glimmers of iridescent red ranging from the size of Steve's palm to the size of his entire torso. Sharp teeth, sharp claws, and slitted pupils surrounded by dark irises that glitter like amber gold when the meager light in the cave hits just right.

The dragon regards him unreadably for a moment, then holds up one wicked claw that could easily skewer a grown man, and rumbles, "Wait."

It turns, winding and winding into itself until all that scaly bulk has somehow shrunk into itself and standing before Steve is a familiar figure in familiar black clothes and tattered traveling cloak.

"You can stay, if you like," Eddie says, pulling a lock of his human form's long curly hair across his face in a show of nervousness that Steve has never seen before. "I promise I'm not as mean and scary as I sometimes look."

"I know," Steve replies before really thinking about it, because he knows Eddie. He does give the pile of gold they're standing on top of a gentle kick though, sending coins clinking together. "So, never come face to face with yourself, huh? You never thought to snag yourself a gilded mirror while collecting all this?"

"Why, Blacksmith Steve," Eddie gasps in theatrical affront. "Of course I have. But that would be coming face to face with a reflection of a dragon, not the real thing. It's quite different, trust me!"

Steve chuckles, putting his hands on his hips. "Yeah, well, you'd be the expert, I guess."

Eddie shows him to some of the smaller adjoining caves, which although a bit dusty is perfectly serviceable for accommodating a human guest. Eddie gets a fire going in the rough-hewn hearth with a strike of his fingertips instead of a match, and Steve observes the way he seems more relaxed here in his own domain than he ever has in town. Not that he's tense in Hawkins, exactly, just…

He moves with a languid sort of unselfconsciousness and grace, while doing something so simple as sets a kettle to boil, that Steve has never seen before. Not from anyone else, certainly, and definitely not from any of the times he's witnessed Eddie indulge in a little too much ale and end up listing off the side of his bar stool.

So he asks about it, and Eddie turns to him with that sharp-toothed smile and then… moves? Steve's not sure, just knows that one moment the man-shaped creature was halfway across the cave and the next they're sharing air. Body heat, too—Eddie is radiating warmth, and it takes just about everything Steve has in him not to gravitate towards that.

What can he say? He's a blacksmith. He feels at home near a good heat source.

"Dragons are faster than humans, even in this shape," Eddie practically purrs, leaning an arm against the wall at Steve's back, just above his shoulder. "I try to tone it down when I'm around more of them." His dark amber eyes, which Steve is only just noticing have a kind of banked glow to them when you look up close, dip down for a fraction of a second, then back up to meet his gaze with sanguine smile, like he might eat Steve right up.

Except Steve is pretty sure that Eddie was just looking at his lips.

"It's been a while since I've had such a pretty thing in these caves. Could I perhaps interesting you in… staying the night?"

Steve has longed for adventure for so long, and Eddie's presence and tone are making the hairs on the back of his neck stand up but in a good way—the kind of way where he's noticed that Eddie is good-looking too. And his dragon form? Breathtaking. Maybe some day Steve will try branching out into glassblowing, try to recreate that dark, dangerous iridescence. Call it his version of a poem, since he's never been a that good with his words.

So he lets his eyelids dip, watching Eddie from beneath his lashes in what Steve thinks of as his 'come hither' eyes that always made the young maidens of Hawkins swoon, and says, "That depends. I won't have to sleep on a bed of gold, will I?"

"Oh, sweetheart." Eddie smirks. "I don't sleep on gold. I eat it."

Moments later he's dropping Steve on the softest mattress the blacksmith has ever encountered and kissing Steve within an inch of his life. And he shows him the stars alright—with a slightly forked tongue and strangely calloused hands and a dick that Steve swears must have been sculpted by angels, all night long.

In the morning, a very disheveled Steve Harrington stumbles down the mountain next to a bright and chipper Eddie, who pauses just inside the tree line to give Steve a long, involved kiss goodbye.

"One more thing," Eddie murmurs against Steve's lips.

"There isn't time for that," Steve whispers giddily back, even though his body is happily on board with being a little late to work for once—falling behind on his tasks be damned. He has apprentices, they can figure out how to start the day on their own.

"Oh, there's always time for that, sweetheart," Eddie teases, but draws away. "Remember when I briefly mentioned last night that I eat gold?"

Steve doesn't, because he'd already been thinking pretty exclusively with his dick by that point, but Eddie explains that yes, dragons collect and eat gold before hibernating through the cold winter months. And that if Steve brings him more gold, Eddie in turn will give him any other metal or precious stones he might wish for. As much as he wants, more than the gold he comes to trade is worth.

Eddie leaves him with directions to a less dramatic entrance to his caves—"I might not be there to slow your fall with my magic next time, Steve"—and one last kiss.

~

After that, any time Steve is paid in gold he treks up the mountain later that evening. Eddie makes a point of doing the trade first, filling Steve's pockets with unpolished gems and his rucksack with iron ore, before taking him to bed. Says he doesn't want Steve to feel like he's being paid for what they do together, that it's an honor just being allowed to touch and pleasure him at all.

Sometimes they spend their time together outside, under the brilliant stars, and Eddie tells him stories about the constellations. As the weather starts to turn chillier they spend more and more time inside instead, but that their fascination with each other or Steve's interest in Eddie's tales of exploring the wider world never cool.

"Sweeter than gold," Eddie calls him, over and over, growling it in his ear while bending Steve practically in half and whimpering it into his thigh between sucking him off and eating him out, from desperate to demanding and every way in between. "Sweeter than gold."

It's a while before Steve really gets to see what that means. He arrives later than usual one night; Eddie must have assumed not to expect him, because the only suggestion of his presence as Steve enters the caves is the sound of distant shuffling and metallic clinks. At first Steve thinks little of it, caught up in stirring memories of their last encounter when Eddie had held him up and fucked him good and hard against one of the smoother cave walls. But when his dragon (as Steve has taken to thinking of him, even though they haven't discussed what they are to each other and perhaps it's a liberty he hasn't earned, but… what Eddie doesn't know, and all that) fails to appear, Steve goes looking.

He finds Eddie in the treasure room, sprawled out in dragon form over the gold. The air in the room is thick with heat, Eddie practically glowing with it in a slow pulse that seems to keep pace with his labored breathing. Alarm spikes through Steve—but then he notices that perhaps a quarter of Eddie's hoard is missing. And that the dragon's stomach is distended, belly scales almost looking bigger they're so stretched across where his long and usually lithe form rounds out. Every movement is sluggish but calculated as Eddie rakes more of the gold closer, scooping it into his mouth. Steve watches in awe as the gold melts across the dragon's tongue, glow visible at the back of his throat before Eddie tips his head back to let the liquid metal run down into it. Another mouthful follows immediately, leaving himself little opportunity to make a sound, but his tail writhes and curls amidst the coins tellingly, even to Steve's human perspective.

Eddie is enjoying this. Not as vocally as he enjoys Steve, but with the same intense focus, the all-in quality of someone lost entirely to pleasure.

Sweeter than gold.

Before Steve even has a chance to react to this heady new understanding, one reptilian eye rolls around and fixes on him.

"Steeeve," Eddie rumbles, though neither the words nor his labored breathing sway him from his next mouthful. Or the next, but the lazy writhing increases. The eye slips shut but the pace of gold-to-maw increases for a moment until it's clear that he's struggling to keep going, though not from lack of want, and Steve is…

Steve is in awe. He'd been hovering around half hard ever since deciding to hike up here tonight, and that conditioned interest hasn't flagged at all. The fact that Eddie was so enthralled in consuming his treasure trove that the dragon struggles a little just to roll onto his side away from Steve, starting that curious trick of curling in on himself until the scales blur and lighten into cave-dweller-pale skin, is just as fascinating as Eddie swallowing around Steve's cock until his lungs force him to come for air. And even when Eddie has fully shifted into his human form, he still looks, well… full.

"Oh my god," Steve breathes, and hurries to him. "Eddie, are you—"

The dragon interrupts him with a long, drawn out belch as he struggles to sit up, hands clutching at his swollen pink belly where it juts out beneath the hem of his shirt and over the waistband of his dark trousers. There's a layer of softness on his frame that Steve doesn't remember being there at his last visit, just before the autumn air had started taking on more of a chill—though Eddie seems to be radiating far more heat than usual now, keeping the caves as warm as summer.

"Oooh, needed that. Hey sweetheart." His smile is lax, eyes a little glazed over, but he looks up at Steve with a familiar smouldering look. "Didn't know you were coming tonight so I started without you. Y'don't mind, do you?"

"No, I, it's fine," Steve rushes to assure him. He's finally gotten a hand on Eddie's back and helps lever him up to a sitting position. "So, you're… What's happening here?"

"Ready for you," Eddie says with that same lazy smile, draping one arm across Steve's shoulders and drawing him close enough that Steve can smell the heat and metal on his breath. It's always been there, a little, and it's not unpleasant but it's definitely sharper now. "Getting ready to hibernate, but need you now. Need to mate."

"Mate?" Steve repeats blankly. That's not… It's not a word he's heard Eddie use for what they do, is all. What the hell does 'mating' mean to a dragon, just a synonym for fucking or…? Meanwhile, he's trying to get Eddie to his feet but he is heavy.

Like he's just eaten literal tons of one of the densest metals available, and all of his usual dragon strength is going towards digestion and keeping his overladen stomach from literally falling out of his body.

Eddie just laughs at his attempts, sounding almost drunk. "Don't think I can move, Stevie, gonna have to do it here. C'mon, sweetheart..." He bites his plush bottom lip and Steve can't help but zero in on it. "I'm not full enough yet. I need you."

Okay, yeah, yep, this is happening. Steve eases Eddie's trousers off—struggling to pull them down his legs, lithe and lean the last Steve had seen him only a few days ago but now ever so slightly plump. And there's no way the fastenings at the waist will close again later, not with the way his lower belly spilled out to fill the gap as soon as Steve undid them. But Eddie's thighs are so sensitive, quivering with every brush of skin on skin, straining to open further every time. It makes getting the trousers off even more difficult, Steve keeps telling him, but still, every time, like he can't help himself. The rest of their clothes are easy by comparison.

They haven't done it this way before, but Steve has been on the receiving end often enough now that he knows what to do. Opens him up with slicked fingers to a chorus of moans and praise interrupted only by hiccups. Eddie hardly even seems to register them beyond grabbing at his belly to keep it from shaking around too hard, eyes rolled back in his head and clenching enticingly around Steve's fingers.

It should be too high a temperature for comfort. Eddie is hot to the touch all over, keeping Steve perfectly warm in the big cave without a stitch of clothing on; inside he should be an inferno, hundreds and hundreds of degrees to breach gold's high melting point and keep it sloshing around in his belly like that. But it should also be impossible to have expanded so much all over in just the few days.

Must be some sort of dragon magic, Steve decides as he explores the new curves of Eddie's human form with his free hand. The softness of his hips and sides. How his touch sinks in, even a little bit over his full-tight stomach that grumbles and burbles noticeably under Steve's palm, struggling with the gluttonous overload.

"I like you like this," he murmurs low in Eddie's ear, biting not-so-gently at the lobe in time with a stretch of his fingers, relishing the gasp it draws out. "Big strong dragon, got himself all needy and helpless for once." And feels—nerves at attention just in case helpless is a step too far for a creature that could easily bite him in half if he wanted—a thrill when Eddie whines and drags him into a messy kiss.

"Done it before," Eddie pants against Steve's mouth in between more kisses. "Every—hic—year. Do it every year. Never, mmm, never had anyone for during, before."

Steve is too worked up, cock too hard and throbbing to ask about other dragons, but he does wonder. From the start, Eddie has been adamant about there being no other dragons in the area. A tiny little voice in the back of Steve's head wonders, would this still be happening if…

And then Steve sinks in, and in, and in, Eddie's claws scrabbling greedily at him demanding more, faster, harder, and coherent thought goes out the window.

He watches the way Eddie moves with each thrust, the bounce of his belly and chest, new and fascinating, and he can’t help but slide both hands everywhere he can to grope and squeeze and touch. And it turns out that Eddie is sensitive all over, head thrown back with a cry and shaking with pleasure, clenching around Steve until all he can do is tip over the edge with him.

Quick, fast, and dirty, right there on the floor of the cave surrounded by piles and piles of more gold. A whirlwind of lust so overpowering that Steve doesn't notice at first that Eddie's sharp teeth sink into the join of his neck and shoulder—or rather, does notice, and the shock wave from it is what launches him headfirst into the pleasure still crashing through the form beneath him.

They spend the rest of the night on the curiously smooth floor of the treasure room where it's been cleared of gold, Steve spooning Eddie from behind with a possessive arm curled around his full belly.

~

Of course, Steve learns later that it wasn't just biting during sex for the sake of biting. Eddie sheepishly explains, once he's digested enough to be helped up and found bigger clothes to slip into and helped bandage the bite mark on Steve's neck, about dragon mating rituals and how he's considered a bit of a freak by the rest of his kind.

"Most of the others don't really care about humans," Eddie confides while Steve fixes himself breakfast. (When asked if he wanted anything, Eddie had put a hand on his still bloated middle and simply said not yet.) "But you're so… colorful. Interesting." He flutters his eyelashes teasingly at Steve. "Handsome to look at. If thinking that makes me a freak, then so be it, I'm a freak."

"When you say freak…"

"Oh, yeah, they banished me." Eddie shrugs, like it's no big deal, but Steve can see a crack in the facade that breaks his heart a little for his dragon. "Back when I was barely even fully grown. It's been a couple hundred years and the jokes on them, because these past months with you, Stevie… You make it all worth it." He bites his lip. "I should've warned you better about the pre-hibernation eating. It's hard to stop once I get going, it's just so good. The taste, and all that pressure building up, everything else just fading out of sight because it's not important. Nothing's as important as getting more until I physically can't anymore. That's why it's a time when most dragons take a mate, while giving over to the body's basest needs. Pure hedonism before the winter sleep. Sharing that with someone, it… it means a lot."

Steve feels amped up a little on the vivid description—he'd seen what Eddie is talking about after all. For fuck's sake, he'd gotten off to Eddie begging to be filled to the brim with more pleasure.

"The biting is a whole… ouroboros eating its own tail thing," Eddie continues. "Symbolizes becoming one unbroken circle together or whatever. It's probably not binding in the human world, and I did forget to ask before just, you know, going for it…"

"Because you wanted it so much?" Steve finishes, starting to smile as what Eddie is saying sinks in. That the ravenous, sensual feasting isn't something Eddie would share with just anyone—hadn't ever, he'd said, before him.

Steve has been worried that thinking of Eddie as his was too presumptuous, and now it sounds like Eddie's done the dragon equivalent of putting a ring on his finger.

"I want you," Eddie confirms. He reaches out and tangles his fingers with Steve's, tugging him away from the hearth for a moment to stand close enough for Eddie, still sitting, to rest his head against Steve's chest. "And I'm going to keep wanting you, so if you need to tie up any loose ends in town for the next week or so then you'd best hurry down now if you want to get back before nightfall. That's when I'll start feeling hungry again. But listen," he adds quickly, lifting his head to make eye contact and cutting off an attempt to say that of course Steve is coming back, is he kidding, "I'm going to get bigger from all that gold. It's extra noticeable in this form, so if you're not interested I, I'll understand, okay? The bite won't even scar if you don't want it to, at least that how it works with dragons, I don't know if anyone's ever tested it on humans because of the whole aforementioned freak and banishment thing—"

"Eddie," Steve interrupts finally, squeezing his hand. "Listen to me for a minute. I do have some things to wrap up in Hawkins, okay? My apprentices are about to get a hell of a promotion." He has every confidence in Lucas' metalworking capabilities, and Dustin isn't quite there yet but can easily run the business side of things. They'll make a good team. "And I'll be back before the sun sets, I promise."

Eddie's relieved hug is crushing and soft at the same time, and Steve kisses the top of his dragon's—his mate's—curly head.

He'd always wanted an adventure, something new and different; now, it seems, he's gotten everything he wants and then some.

~

The days that follow are a whirlwind. Steve learns how to safely hand feed Eddie the gold he craves in both forms, wearing special gloves so old that even his dragon doesn't know who made them—one of his most prized treasures besides his perfect mate, Eddie reminds him frequently with passionate, overheated kisses. Despite the weather slipping deeper and deeper into winter cold, their caves are so warm that Steve takes to wearing the bare minimum of threadbare shorts.

He's running out of those, though, because Eddie may be bigger and slower by the day but he still has his sharp claws and an insatiable impatience for having easy access to his mate when he wants him. And his tongue in his dragon form has a long reach.

Eddie barely leaves his treasure room anymore, in either form. His capacity grows with the rest of him, midsection leading the charge in two, then three blubbery rolls, but the rest of him far from unaltered. As a human he used to have a natural gap between his legs; now they touch even when spread. It's getting harder and harder to pleasure him directly—even longer since Eddie could reach to do it himself—so when Steve isn't touching his cock while he eats he rubs them together and jiggles the fat across his lap for stimulation. Even his chest has swollen and softened to rest on the shelf if his perpetually full stomach, biceps too thick to cross his arms over himself anymore, though why would he do that when he's so busy reaching for more? Always more.

And the sounds. A constant shameless stream of indulgent moans and satisfied sighs, the slurping of liquid metal and little overfill burps that slip out as Eddie rakes more gold closer to keep digging in. The way he pats and slaps himself (or begs Steve to do it for him) for more room, panting and huffing around mouthfuls. The groans and weak struggles of his beached form whenever he has to break from mindless binging to wriggle to the next pile in the cavern.

They sleep, whenever Eddie's greedy belly lets them, in piles of blankets that Steve has brought in from their bed-cave to form a kind of nest. For his own meals, Steve relies on the stockpiled collection of food in the hearth-cave, with fresh water he carries by the bucketful from a subterranean river in one of the deeper chambers.

More and more often, Eddie is already awake again and back to gorging himself by the time Steve returns, too hungry to wait. Whines for more when he eats up everything within reach, and cries big, steaming tears when he's too full to take another bite but still wants. Sometimes he can get around that a little bit by switching forms, so they often end each feeding with human-shaped Eddie laying immobile in their nest and Steve feeding him with one hand, exploring and fondling him with the other. In human form, the underside of his gut is so sensitive that Eddie has come just from Steve raking blunt human nails along the skin, and his deep belly button is so much easier to thrust into than rolling him over for access to his ever-widening ass. He has stretchmarks everywhere, and Steve kisses and traces each new one that forms with his tongue. As a dragon, his dark scales stretch apart to reveal charcoal-colored, powdery-soft skin with thin but gleaming veins of buttery gold. Steve kisses Eddie there too, breathing in the woodsmoke and red hot forge smell of him.

Eventually, it gets to the point where Eddie is sleepier and sleepier. He's always eating, always laboring for breath, always growing, always thinking about more. He comes in Steve's hand without slowing down, keeps accidentally shifting to his dragon form without warning—"It'll be soon," he tells Steve on the tail end of a drowsy yawn. "Hibernation time's creeping up. 'M gonna, urrrrrp, gonna miss you while I'm sleeping, Stevie."

"I'll still be here," Steve murmurs, pressing the promise into his dragon's bulging cheek. He's pressed into the generous rolls of Eddie's side, clothes long given up for not fitting so they can be skin to skin (or skin to scales) essentially all the time. It's been quite the honeymoon, honestly, and when he's not touching Eddie he's touching the bite mark. Whenever he catches a glimpse of his reflection in the odd gilded mirror or polished metal, he admires the healed but still vivid marks with a mix of pride and bliss. It will be a reminder, while Eddie sleeps. Something of his dragon he'll always carry with him.

Steve's only regret is that he can't return the bite with his blunt human teeth, but he has a plan. As soon as Eddie succumbs to sleep full-time, he'll spend his mornings and early afternoons in Hawkins working on an iron necklace with a bite-shaped oval on one side, carefully constructed to mimic the actual imprint of his teeth.

By spring, he'll have two ready, one for each of his love's forms and adjustable enough to grow into when the colder months come to round him out again.

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