#he just yanks his pants up like a nerd

[fayewoodss]

whenever george wears a light colored shirt and you see just how far up his pants are on his waist >>>>

[fisheito]

Something about dark nova yakumo makes me want to bully him. Every time I see him I want to shove him in a locker or pour mop water on his head. I'm not sure why; I don't feel that strongly about his other alts but for some reason just thinking of him in a school setting turns me into a generic high school bully.

you're so right nonsy i could be standing under my angelic umbrella with the utmost compassion and empathy for the rough life of a high schooler but if yakumo walks by in his stupid oversized untucked shirt i'm gon na

[oreo-creampie]

𝐂𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐨; 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐫𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐩𝐢𝐝 𝐬𝐥𝐮𝐭 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐢𝐧 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐬

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: mean/angry nerd!switch!choso, hate fucking/academic rivals, Daddy/brat, biting, degradation/mocking, two pussy slaps, a hint of oral/fingering for some prep, pain kink, begging, just the tip, choking, light fem dom!reader, biting, hair pulling/dragging, mirror sex, full nelson, squirting

Oreo: @arminsumi @vampress7 lets all be delulu over nerd!choso, normal choso could and would never be so mean. I stand by that but this is nerd!choso Au whose done with your shit even if you are right! 🤤

“You’re such an annoying brat correcting me in class.” Choso grabs your arms pinning them above your head. Stuffing his thigh between your legs. Grinding your hips, your soft clit perfectly rubbing on his thick thigh.

Fighting the urge to groan. “If you weren't wrong, I wouldn't have to-!” Choso shuts you up with a rough kiss, biting your bottom lip. Slipping his tongue past when you cry.

Squeezing your neck, pulling away, smirking down at you. “Say something now, do anything other than grind your clit on my thigh like a pretty dirty whore.” Glaring up at him, unable to stop yourself. It feels to go to rock your clothed cunt on his clothed thigh.

Sneering, “If only the class knew what a pathetic whore you are. Glaring up at me like you won't beg for my cock.” It’s going straight to your needy cunt the way Choso is looking down at you with such angry hunger.

Moving his thigh from between yours. Roughly unbutton your pants, yanking them down your thighs with your underwear Curling two thick fingers into your cunt. “Already stupidly wet for me, nnn can't believe such a pretty cunt belongs to such a brat.” Letting go of your neck, crouching down ripping your pants down the rest of the way.

“Aw Choso Kamo is mad 'cause I’m right! Doesn't matter how much of a stupid cock drunk slut your fat cock makes me it won't change that!” Slapping your clit and cunt repeatedly. Slapping your hand over your mouth, muffling your cries from the sweet sting.

Biting your stomach, gliding two thick fingers. You grab a fistful of his dark hair tugging till he whines. Your sloppy wet cunt quivers around Choso's thick fingers from the beautiful sound. “Annoying brat.” Propping your thigh on his broad shoulder, shoving his face towards your clit.

“Shut up and suck my clit.” Biting your thigh, pumping his thick fingers faster. Massaging your sweet spot, licking your soft clit. Groaning into your cunt, grabbing your hip digging in his nails.

Squirming grinding your hips, swiping your clit on his pierced tongue. Curling from your toes from the sweet pressure of his hard bar. “Fuck you for being so damn beautiful with my cunt on your face.” Sloppily sucking on your soft clit, groaning getting off in the soft squelching of his finger sinking into your sloppy wet cunt.

Gliding his fingers out, slipping your thigh off his shoulder standing up. Unbuttoning his dark pants, pushing them down, kicking them to the side. “No underwear? Figures why everyone could see the fat outline of your cock when you were in front of the class.”

Picking up his beautiful cock. Biting your lip, stroking your clit, you love the way he’s so fat and heavy he hangs. He smirks looking down at you, trapping your head between his large hands.

Grabbing his cock touching stroking your clit. “I knew you were lookin’ n you lied sayin’ you weren't.” He groans when you slide your side lips along his cock, smearing slick into his cock head. Helping you stroke your clit better.

“Fuck you, you didn't deserve the satisfaction after being wrong. You should have studied better I'm disappointed in you can I even think of you as a rival after that.” Biting Choso’s tattoo of black flowers and dark green leaves and thorny vines.

The large garden covers most of his body. Hiding scars you’ve memorized the placement of. You hate him so much, yet you know his body better than your own.

Tracing over the one above his heart. Kissing the bite mark. “Please you know you’re going to be thinking about seeing me in class tomorrow. Let’s see how good your essay is, if I think it’s less than 96 you’re not cumming.” Grabbing your hair pulling your head back.

Looking up at him, siding your hand down from his thick hard pecs to his sculpted abs. “Fuck whatever stupid grading system you have it's rigged. You just want to hear me beg.” Stepping back, taking away his thick, warm cock on your soft clit.

Choso leads you from his living room into the hallway with a firm grasp on your hair. “Damn right, I want to hear you beg for this cock. Watch yourself, see what a dumb slut I fuck ya into.” Letting go, shoving you into his bathroom, grabbing your arm, and twisting you to face the mirror. Bending you over, lifting your ass up in the air.

Grabbing the counter. Admiring Choso in the mirror. His broad chest, thick arms, and slim waist. “I want to be fucked dumb by your fat cock.” Lining his thick cock up gliding in just his fat cock head.

Suspended in the air with only his tip in you, you look so desperate begging. "Please fuck me with your fat cock, I don't want to think of anything else. Wanna be your pretty dumb cock sleeve." Gliding his cock out, slapping himself on your lips.

Clenching with every wet smack, lining himself back up gliding only his fat tip into you. His fat head alone stretching your cunt feels too damn good. "Please fuck my bratty attitude outta me, make me your mindless cum stuffed slut. NNn." Roughly pulling you back to meet his harsh thrust, stuffing you full of his cock.

Loudly moaning, "Fuck me!" Choso grabs your hair, yanking you upright. Wrapping an arm around his neck. Choso slips his arms underneath your legs, folding you in half. Bouncing you in time with his hard, quick thrusts.

Stroking your sweet spot before stirring your guts up. "That's what I thought it's ok ya can moan you are my stupid pretty slut." Slipping his arm across your body, trapping both your legs over his thick forearm.

You're tightly pinned, knees to your chest watching your cunt get stuffed. Getting off on how Choso needs one arm to support you. Stroking your clit whining from the sweet toe-curling pleasure, clenching his fat cock. "Nnn daddy please!"

"Daddy? Already is it that good? Like seeing how your cunt is making a perfect circle from how fat my cock is." Steadily stroking your soft clit. Over the months of ending up in his apartment he's perfected playing with your clit.

You couldn't do it better yourself anymore. Couldn't cum this hard that your eyes are rolling back, body trembling, jaw-dropping. Your thick slick dripping down Choso's balls, some of your squirt splashing onto his counter.

Forgetting everything but getting fucked stupid on Choso's fat, veiny cock. “Ya cummin' so much for me, thought ya hated me but look at you. Giving me those love sick eyes." You don't have the mind to protest.

Choso smirks, "I might be second in class but I'm still your Daddy. No one else can fuck ya like I can look at ya already a stupid drooling brat.”

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[babygorewhore]

Primal

Spencer needs to take out his anger on you after his traumatic experience in prison.

Warnings! Porn no plot! Pussy slapping! Mean Spencer! Dom! Spencer! Sub! Reader! Degrading! Bondage! Unprotected sex! Light fingering! Brief primal play! Sir kink! Crying kink! W.C less than 1k. Requested by my angel @xxbimbobunnyxx

“Spencer? Are you going to come to bed?” You prodded gently as you leaned on the doorway of Spencer’s office. He relentlessly typed away at his computer and only cast you a side glance.

“In a minute.” He mumbled. You looked at the clock.

“Baby…it’s almost three am.” You responded carefully and Spencer snapped his full attention to you.

“I can’t sleep. It’s better I’m here being productive.”

Ever since he got out of prison, Spencer wasn’t the same. Understandably so. You tried your best to support him. Help him cope with the aftermath of the trauma he went through. But it was growing harder and harder to sleep alone. You missed him terribly. It had been a while since you’d been intimate.

“You can’t torture yourself. Please, just try to come to bed, Spencer.” You extend your hand but he narrows his eyes.

“Come to bed or fuck you?”

Your eyes widen at his brass words and your mouth becomes dry as Spencer stands from his desk. His long fingers grasp the strap of your nightgown.

“You have no idea what I want to do to you.” He breathes and leans down. Your eyes drift shut as he nuzzles his face into your neck. Spencer’s lips brush against your collarbone. “But I don’t want to scare you.”

“You couldn’t possibly scare me.” You answer back sternly and he shakes his head. Brown curls tickling your skin.

“The nights I laid there in prison. All I could think about was that sound you make when you cum. It would replay over and over in my head as I imagined making it louder.”

Your nipples harden as Spencer cups the back of your head and stares into your eyes. “Do you think you can handle what I want? You think you can…take it?” His lust filled tone sent shivers down your spine.

“Yes, sir.” You reply and Spencer tugs off his tie. He pushes you backwards, leading you to the shared bedroom and you stumble onto the bed.

“Put your hands up.” He orders softly and you immediately obey. Spencer wraps the tie around your wrists above your head.

“Are you going to be a good girl?” You nod but you feel a harsh slap to your cunt making you squeal. “Use your words.”

“Yes, sir!”

“God, you’re dripping already. Clenching around nothing probably and I haven’t even put anything in you. That’s absolutely pathetic.” Spencer rolls his eyes as you blink away tears from your eyes. “Don’t waste those tears yet, doll.”

You weren’t used to this. Spencer was your sweet, nerd boy who spent his time studying statistics and reading nonfiction. But the dark look in his brown eyes caused your hips to buck as he landed another blow to your cunt.

“Fuck,” you whine as Spencer shoves up your nightgown and revealed your glistening pussy.

“Wet from me slapping your pussy a few times? Spread your legs wider.”

You listen to him and Spencer admires the wetness slipping down your inner thighs. He separates your pussy with his fingers, gathering it and brings it to his lips. He sucks them clean before shoving them in your mouth.

“Taste how desperate you are for me to touch you.” He barks and you gag around his fingers. Spencer yanks them out, tapping your cheek. “Bet you spent a while touching yourself while I was gone but no one can fuck you like I can.” He mounts you, disregarding his pants and boxers. Spencer’s length and girth was impressive. He gave himself a few pumps, the aching red tip making your mouth water. He wraps your legs around his shoulders and shoves into you, your cunt squeezing him tightly.

“Come on, you can do better than that.” Spencer growls and wraps his hand around your neck.

Your eyes widen from his force and drool peeks from the corners of your lips as he makes you keep eye contact. “No one can fuck me like you.” You wheeze.

He shocks you by pulling out of you, his cum leaking onto your exposed stomach. You start crying harder and Spencer reaches up. He unties you, giving your aching cunt another slap.

“Run. Run out of here now.”

You lay there for a few seconds and Spencer gestures.

“I said run. Now!” His raised tone frightens you. He never yells. You scramble up, legs shaking and you quickly move out of the bedroom.

You had no idea what you unlocked in him but as you run to the living room, you feel a strong grip wrap around your hair. You shriek as Spencer’s surprising strength manages to manhandle you onto the couch on your stomach.

“You wanted to get caught didn’t you? That’s why you ran around like a deer.” He hoists up your lower body, your ass up in the air. Spencer shoves inside your pussy for the second time. Cum drips off your stomach onto the sofa as he humps so hard into you, the balance nearly knocks you off.

His brutal pace clouds your vision. “Tell me who owns you.” Spencer wraps his arm around your throat. “Tell me right now or I won’t let you cum.”

“You own me!” You weep and your orgasm overcomes you. You cum all over his dick, giving him extra lube and you let out a pornographic moan that would normally embarrass you.

“God damn, princess. You can’t even wait for permission? I shouldn’t have been so nice to you.” Spencer hauls you off the couch, making you sprawl onto the floor.

He looked fucking insane. His eyes filled with dark desire, mouth trembling with weeks of pent up rage and hate. You were terrified and turned on.

“Crawl back to the bedroom and start thinking about all the days I was your sweet boy. Because you’re not gonna see him for a while.”

Tagging @xxbimbobunnyxx @cxrrodedcoffin @bimbotrashcan @redhead1180 @starkeysprincess @oceandriveab @oceanblvd111 @fear-is-truth @olivia-moo

[johnnieguilbertsgirlfriend]

hi hi hi! so i was wondering if you could possibly write a little johnnie Smut and fluff where maybe johnnie invites his gf (reader) to be in a video with him and Jake (possibly a Halloween type video) and jake making his silly little comments about johnnie being a virgin and getting no pussy and reader makes a lil comment agreeing w jake. Johnnie being salty the rest of the video and it leading to smut w a lil choking maybe 😜🤭🤭🤭

(i love your writing, feel free to tweak this however u please!)

𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚 𝐯𝐢𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐧? - 𝐣𝐨𝐡𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐞 𝐠𝐮𝐢𝐥𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐭 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

contains: dom! johnnie x f sub! reader, fluff, smut, p in v, choking, fingering, spanking

word count: 1.5k

this request is mmm i needed some dom johnnie

story below the cut

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emo guy:

y/n

babe

babe.

baby wake up

you:

mmmm whats up

emo guy:

wanna be in a vid with me and jake pleease

you:

ok only bc ur so cute

y didnt u tell me this in person?

we live together

emo guy:

oh shit i forgot

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johnnie opens the door to your shared room to find you sprawled out in the bed. you see he's already ready to attack the day, which is surprising, considering he normally doesn't wake up before 2 p.m. you stare at him for a few moments, not saying anything, before playfully pretending to fall back asleep. he takes this as a challenge, walking over to the curtains and yanking them open, almost blinding himself in the process.

"aughh johnnie it's way too bright" you yawn, the light hurting your eyes. he walks back over to you, leaving a quick kiss to your forehead. "c'mon you have to wake up, jake wants to film a video." you sigh, "what are we gonna do?" he looks at the ceiling before looking back down, "i don't know, i think he wants to buy some halloween stuff or something." "okay tell him i'll be ready soon," you say while stretching your limbs. scratching your head, you get up. "we're gonna leave soon, don't be too long babe." johnnie says, walking out of the room.

you finish your light makeup, as you had already styled your hair and put on some clothes that consisted of johnnie's shirt, no name pajama pants, and socks with birks. it wasn't too much, but it was still so cute on you. johnnie watches you finish your makeup, coming up to the vanity. "how did i manage to get the prettiest, loving, and sweet girl ever?" he says, peppering kisses on top of your head, putting his arms around you. "ooh someone's feeling lovey dovey today," you say, pulling him in to a longer kiss. jake bursts through the door, "i- ew, okay guys stop licking on eachother. mama bear needs some candy in her system right now, and i don't need to see all that." he says in a funny southern accent, leaving the room. you laugh a little with johnnie, as you see jake grab his keys, heading to the garage, which is a signal for you guys to get your butts out of the house.

this time, you were the designated camera man, so you held it while they walked through the parking lot. "-and this time we actually have a special guest," you turned the camera around on to yourself and waved, "hey guys, i'm gonna be babysitting these nerds because they got kicked out last time!" johnnie makes an offended expression, "um excuse me it was actually jake who got kicked out because he wouldn't stop screaming" "guys stop ganging up on me" as you film them walking in the store, jake loses spatial awareness, crashing into the metal racks behind him, causing a laugh to come from you and your boyfriend. "oww what the hell johnnie why would you push me like that?" "yeah johnnie why would you do that to poor jake?" "okay how is that fair-"

the video continued like normal, just you three being idiots and making dirty jokes. the shopping cart is almost full to the brim with junk food, random costumes, and halloween decorations. "oh my god johnnie, we have to get you this." jake says, as he holds up a really stupid costume. "that's definitely something a discord mod virgin would wear." "yeah that's exactly my point." "seems pretty realistic." you and jake say at the same time, making fun of johnnie. bursting into fits of laughter, the two of you take turns roasting him. "what do you mean dude you get absolutely zero pussy" "okay y/n help me out here-" "yeah the only girl johnnie hangs out with is you jake." you say, following up his comment. "hey!" johnnie rolls his eyes, looking away and scoffing. you and jake didn't notice, continuing to joke around about johnnie's lack of action, which obviously wasn't true because he was dating you.

typically, you guys wouldn't get mad at eachother when you took turns embarrassing the other, but for some reason he actually seemed slightly pissed. "anyways.." jake continues talking about anything he can think of. for some reason, your boyfriend still looked salty, making snarkier-than-usual comments towards his friend. you guys ended the video, as jake drove home. johnnie stayed quiet on the ride home, and you were thinking if you genuinely might've hurt his feelings. even though it was unintentional, you were determined to find out. jake walks back to his room and shuts the door, presumably going to take a long nap. you turn to johnnie, "are you okay? i'm sorry, i was just teasing you if anything." not saying a word, johnnie grabs your hand, tugging you back to your shared room.

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when both of you get inside, he immediately locks the door and pushes you on the bed. "wha-" he puts his hand over your mouth, leaving you unable to speak. "so you wanna embarrass me in front of the camera huh? i really don't get any pussy, right?", he says while pulling down your pants. you moan out, feeling the friction of his hand against your crotch. "look at you, you're already so wet. do you wanna tell them how much of a slut you are for me, or should we just keep that between us?"

johnnie starts rubbing your throbbing heat through your panties, not letting you answer. he attacks your lips with a passionate and lustful kiss. you kiss back, moaning into it and easily giving into his control. he starts marking your jawline with bruises, as he slides a finger into your soaked pussy. he groans, feeling a tent grow inside his pants. "m' please.." you whine, as he forcefully adds another finger, speeding up the pace. he takes off your lacy panties leaving you completely vulnerable. as you feel yourself getting closer, he removes your shirt. you're finally about to cum until he removes his hand, leaving you practically whimpering for more.

"only good girls get to cum, but you've been really naughty, haven't you? now you have to hold it in." "shit, please johnnie," you say, climbing on top of him while taking off his shirt. he unclasps your bra, quickly sucking on one of your breasts, making you arch your back. while he does this, you get yourself situated on top of his crotch. he takes both of his hands as he gropes your butt. being as horny as you are, you start grinding on his hard-on through his jeans. you whine his name as you start having an orgasm on his pants. "i told you to fucking wait. now you're gonna get it rough whether you like it or not." he moves you off of him, taking off his jeans and his boxer briefs. he flips you on your stomach, and pulls you hips up leaving you in a doggy position. johnnie teases you, rubbing his tip on your now sensitive and overstimulated clit. with that, he takes his hand and gives you a harsh smack on your ass, making you groan loudly.

instantly after, he pushes his full length into you, making both of you moan out. you dig your face into the nearest pillow, trying to deafen your sounds. he starts his pace, getting himself adjusted while groaning. "don't do that, i want to hear your slutty, pretty noises." "w- what if jake hears?" you manage to whimper out. he is attacking your pussy at this point, slamming into you. "then he can hear how no one can fuck you as good as i am." he slaps your ass again, and this time you fully release a moan. "mm fuck" he holds your neck, slightly choking you as he pounds into you. both of you are close to your climaxes. "cum on my dick baby." johnnie groans as he starts rubbing his fingers on your clit, helping you release. while shaking, you shudder out and squirt all over his dick. he follows after you, cumming inside you. (you're on birth control)

he takes himself out of you and stands up. you're so dead at this point that he puts on his boxers, and heads to the bathroom. johnnie comes back with a wet hand towel, cleaning you up and puts a new pair of underwear on you. he also holds you while putting one of his t-shirts on you. "thanks baby." you tiredly say, laying back down on the bed. he crawls right next to you and you cuddle up into him. "so... are you gonna stop making the virgin jokes?" you both laugh, soon falling asleep.

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you're eating cereal for breakfast next morning as johnnie is pouring himself a cup of water. a tired jake comes out of his room, the first words out of his mouth being; "okay guys what the fuck was that?" you look at johnnie, obviously embarrassed as he has a smirk plastered all over his face.

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thank you for requesting! i've been sooo so lazy and it was hard to finish this one but i did it to feed you guys xoxo

[thesassypadawan]

Nurse Stephen, Mr. Glass (Stephen x FemReader)

Summary:  You’ve been begging your boyfriend for a boo basket for Halloween this year and he certainly didn’t disappoint…

Warnings: 18+ (mdni), because there sooo much of the smut.  Switch, sub/dom nerd, adorable nurse, handy, fun from behind, and… Stephen’s cute, big dick.

Notes: Happy Kinktober all you, lovelies! 🖤🧡

- Slowly you shed your clothes.  Wicked smile spreading across your face.  Eyes hungrily looking him up and down, taking in the ghoulishly delightful sight before you…   

- Dozens of flickering candles and pumpkin lights, placed and strung throughout the room.  All your favorite candies lay scattered on the bed, along with… 

- Your sweet boy…sat patiently waiting on his knees… faint dusting of pink on his cheeks…dressed up in the skimpiest, most darling nurse costume…cute, chubby cock peeking out and leaking from underneath the skirt…big bow tied and knotted at its base…  “You…you've been BO-BOO'd."

- “Awe, baby,” you coo, coming to kneel before Stephen.  Your hands resting on his firm chest; giving each pec a gentle squeeze through the thin, sheer fabric.  Length bobbing in response, a soft whimper falling from his plump lips.  “I love it…the perfect little treat.”

- “Real…really?”  He stammers, watching your fingers intently as they descend.  Fiddling with the red laces, the top of his thigh-high.  Snapping the lacey band, drawing out a small squeak.  “You d-do?”

- Leaning forward, pressing a kiss to his nose.  “Yeah, such a thoughtful gift…”  Loosely you wrap them, slide your thumb over the prominent veins that lace around his girth.  Stroking slowly, pausing at his flushed, pretty pink tip.  To spread, coat it in the glistening beads; adding a glob of your own spit for extra measure.  “…such a good boyfriend.”

- “I t-try.”  The words come out more like a groan; adam’s apple bobbing deliciously, tantalizing.  From the sensation of you picking up the pace, grip tightening.  Slick sound of saliva and pre against your palm filling the air, while it drips down…splatters on the sheets and assorted confectionaries below…along with your own juices.  “Just want t-to make you hap-happy.”

- “Doing a great job,” you praise.  Reveling in the way his head tilts to the side.  Brow knits in pleasure, covered in a light sheen of sweat.  Mouth hanging agape, the most darling pants coming from him.  “Always.”

- Warm breath ghosts over his neck, lips and tongue trails across his salty skin.  Nipping, sucking in those sensitive spots that have him gasping…hips bucking, seeming to seek out more friction.  “I…I…”

- Hearing the strain in his voice, feeling him twitch in your hand.  It’s easy to tell that he’s close, about to go crashing over the edge.  And he’s been so well behaved, so generous.  You decide to…

- Fingers tug at the bow, trying to free his dick…  “That’s it, cum for mommy.  You deserve it after being such a good boy.”  But just as it was about to come undone…

- He snaps…

- Hooking his arms under your legs, he tosses you onto the bed.  Squeak of surprise escaping you while he manhandles, turns you around so that you lay on your stomach.  Roughly yanks up your hips, holds them even…flush with his. Fat tip prodding, poking at your soaked core.  “Baby, what are you-”

- “Shut up, I say when we’re done,” he growls low.  One hand slapping your ass hard; making it bounce and ripple.  The other winding, squeezing the back of your neck…cutting off your air supply slightly.  “And we’re far from it.”

- Slamming into you, Stephen doesn’t give you a moment to adjust.  Thrusting fast and punishing.  So deeply that you he seems impossibly larger…like he’s splitting you open on his cock.

- Desperately, you suck in every breath you can.  Only managing a constant stream of broken mewls and cries instead.  Practically punching them from your lungs as he pounds mercilessly, hits that small bundle of nerves over and over.  The heat in your stomach pooling, rising up…the coil growing incredibly tight.  “I…I…”

- “That’s it, cum for daddy…”  He mocks, pressing your face more firmly against the mattress.  Stray pieces of chocolate melting underneath, sticking to your cheek.  “You deserve it after being such a good girl…”

- A strangled moan flies from your throat, walls clench and clamp down on him.  As waves of blinding pleasure come crashing over you…as he continues to fuck you through your orgasm.  Speed increasing, drives become more brutal.

- Weakly, you whimper.  Fisting the stained sheets, body trembling.  Second release quickly approaching.  “Dad-daddy, I…I…”

- Gripping your neck harder, stars start to fill your vison.  “Love your perfect little treat?  I know…”  Head swims, tears prick at the corners of your eyes.  “You’re going to keep loving it all night long, until you’re sore…numb.  Until Mr. Glass is through with you…”

Tag List: @espinathena-17, @myheartwillgoon2022, @wifeofasith, @princessswifie, @kenobiskywalker16, @loverforoldermen, @adorbzliz, @sythethecarrot, @divineani, @decaffeinatedunicorn, @fuckmyskywalker, @jediavengers, @anisangeldust, @fredswrite

[female-hysterics]

Stormkobra-5 asked:

sets food down carefully* Fuck or die scenario, you say?!?!

Okay, picture THIS!!!

You and Steven have been been crushing on each other for MONTHS, okay??? And neither of you have made a move yet because you’re both Shy As Fuck™️ or smth, and you end up trapped in some ancient Greek tomb on a mission— my nerd brain is thinking of stories where stuff like this actually happened in some myths I can’t remember which ones atm but— after decoding the inscriptions on the temple that state the victims must either consummate OR get crushed by a ceiling of spikes that descends if they don’t within like an hour or two or smth 🙂🙂🙂 Indiana Jones style traps I guess XD

IDK I haven’t thought of any actual scenarios tbh just the PORN—

Alternatively, I offer you Steven trying an aphrodisiac and he turns into a total dom, and I’ll leave your imagination to run wild 😈😈😈

Oh jeez... 🥵 I honestly don't know which one I like better.....🥴

Dom Steven has my heart SO

Steven taking the aphrodisiac innocently, not realizing what it is, and by the time you do realize what it is he is gone. His eyes are both soft with adoration and burning with pure lust while his hands effortlessly strip you of your panties and yank your shirt and bra down enough to free your breasts.

"I just have to feel you, love. Let me just come inside your tight little cunt, take the edge off, yeah?, and then I'll fuck your throat like a good girl," he all but growls in your ear while bending you over his desk, sending a small tower of his books toppling over, and your head is spinning at his words and you are positively dripping for him.

He does exactly that, fucking you deep and hard until you are seeing stars until he spills inside you with a hurt sound deep in his chest, and then you are on your knees with his hands fisted in your hair and his cock buried in your throat while you drool and choke and moan his name. Steven seems to twist you in every position possible, even some that leave you flushing in embarrassment, but he is ravenous for you. His touch desperate, words filthy as he grunts them into your flesh, and you can't help but notice how hot his skin is. How his hands tremble against you, how his eyes are glazed, and this heart is fluttering like a hummingbird in his chest. You are worried for him, but with each orgasm he drags from you your brain become more and more fried.

Everything eventually becomes a blur at one point and you are lost in a sea of heat and euphoria. When you come back to reality you are a sticky naked mess, body limp and laying sideways on the destroyed bed with Steven curled up behind you, and you dimly realize that he was still holding himself inside you. His breathing was even, skin cooled down to a more reasonable temperature, and his heartbeat is a strong steady beat.

"Was a bit rough, wasn't I?" He suddenly whispered against your shoulder and your throat is raw as you try to croak out a response.

You feel him twitch inside you and then he slowly starts to roll his hips in slow sensual waves that make your eyes roll back in your head. His hand moves up from where it was resting on your breast and curls around your throat gently, tilting your head back until you could pant against his open mouth, and you didn't even have the energy to grasp at his arms as his hips continued to snap against you deep and slow. He groaned against your lips.

"A little longer, love. Let me fill you just a little longer."

[covetyou]

fools just wanna have fun

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pairing: Dieter Bravo x fat contortionist f!reader rating: Mature (18+ only!) warnings: no smut, Dieter's cock and balls, arguing as foreplay, references to past and hoped for sexual encounters (fingering, squirting, oral), clown!Dieter is a menace (but not explicitly clowny at all in this, for those with coulrophobia), drug use, reader is referred to as Sparkles and has a briefly mentioned latex allergy. word count: 1k summary: A quiet night is all he wanted. It's what he deserved after sweating his balls off out there in the ring all night. But, you have different plans - plans, he's certain, involve riding him until the sun comes up.

A/N: this is a follow on to for one night only (Frankie x Reader), but can be read totally independently of that fic. if you'd like more of this pairing, check out jester little bit more.

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when the workin' day is done, oh fools, they wanna have fun, oh fools just wanna have fun...

Bravo the Clown's balls were sweating. They had been all fucking day. It's simply what you get when you're in the asshole of Florida dressed head to toe in colored polyester.

But he was free now. Free for the night, free from another fucking show and, most importantly, his balls were free.

He'd just pulled them out actually, yanking his waistband below them, letting them bunch up under his flaccid cock as he rolled another joint. The one he had just before the last show didn't quite hit the spot, but this one was sure to do the job. Especially now that his balls were finally cooling down.

Not that the peace and quiet lasts too long. It never does.

Before he can so much as find a lighter to light the joint resting between his lips, you slam your way into his trailer with a bang.

"What the fuck?!" He shouts, flinging the nearest thing to him - which just so happened to be his fucking lighter - at you as you stand there panting.

"Don't you dare light that," you say, pointing to him as you catch your breath. "Condoms. I need condoms."

This isn't the first time you've stormed in here, demanding sex of him wearing nothing much at all. It is the first time you seem to have ran here though. You're never usually this desperate for it, but he supposes there has been a lot of tension between the two of you lately. Not exactly sexual tension, more extreme general frustration directed at him rather than anything particularly mutual. Still, it was there, he'd sensed it, and now here you were, demanding a fuck from your favourite clown, already looking positively fucked out -

Wait.

"What the fuck," he says again, pointing right back at you. "I am not giving you my condoms. What about me?! I know that look, you're not leaving me high and dry, Sparkles."

You're practically snarling at him now, and fuck does he love you like this. Feisty. Definitely wet too, even if it's not because of him. Don't ask him how he knows, but there's something about the way your sweat smells that changes when you're get horny that never fails to make him hard.

"What about you? You are not cock blocking me again, Bravo."

Dieter scoffs. You always brought this up. It wasn't exactly his fault you were fucking a civilian out in the open like that. He was well within his rights to walk over and take one of the blankets you had under your head that day. They didn't belong to you, they didn't belong to anyone. They were communal. "That was one time, and he was a nerd anyway."

"A nerd with a massive dick and button mashing fingers. He was about to make me squirt and you came stumbling over. And you're forgetting the girl with the nipple piercings!"

With each angry flap of your arms, he can see your panties as your t-shirt rides up on your thighs. They look wet and fuck if he isn't jealous of whichever asshole is getting a turn between your legs tonight. It should be him, with his condoms. It's not fair.

"That doesn't count," he answers, crossing his arms over his bare chest with a pout.

"It does!"

"If there was no cock involved, I didn't cock block shit."

His dick is at full mast now, and he's surprised you haven't noticed. If you have, you haven't said anything, and usually you were very good about shouting at him when he had his dick out.

Instead, you just sigh. You give in. To him.

"I don't have time for this shit. The condoms, Dieter. Please."

And, quite frankly, it's no fun fighting with you if you're not going to fight back. That doesn't mean he's going to put his dick away, of course. There's no point. He's only going to play with it when you leave.

What he does do is point you to his condom stash kept in a tin under his trailer bench. He didn't exactly use them often. He didn't like them. But he did use them with you, or if he was taking a little knock at someone's backdoor, or even if someone looked a little less sanitary than he'd like. He did have standards.

He also could've got them out for you. But if he did that he wouldn't have been treated with the view of your ass he's currently getting. You always wear the tiniest little thongs for shows. They're the only things that won't show up around the edges of your glitzy costumes. It gets him going just thinking about them wedged up your ass as he watches you perform some nights - an activity that has made him late to his own performances more than once.

Right now, that tiny little thong is nestled right between your ass cheeks, your t-shirt hiding none of your modesty now that you're bending over in front of him. The gusset of your panties peeks out from between your plush thighs too, and it is absolutely fucking drenched. If he knew you'd be amenable to it, he'd be on his knees eating you from the back already, but he knew you. Only the lucky asshole waiting for you would be getting that privilege tonight.

"Gold packet," Bravo grumbles as you rifle through the tin, picking out a small handful of condoms like you plan on having a very eventful night.

"I know what ones are latex free, Bravo."

Because that is why you came here, to him, and not to anyone else. He's probably the only person in this whole place that carried the condoms you could use - the latex free ones that didn't smell like balloons.

You finally stand just as Dieter idly wraps a hand around his balls, giving them a gentle little squeeze, and with nothing more than a middle finger and the poke of your tongue, you go to leave his trailer.

"Oh, and Dieter?" you say, stopping in your tracks halfway out the door. "Max was looking for you."

"Shit."

His wank would have to wait.

tagging previous lovers of clown!Dieter: @beefrobeefcal @sp00kymulderr @not-a-unique-snowflake-blog @clawdee @chronically-ghosted @dieterbravobrainrotclub @for-a-longlongtime

[hyomaluvr]

// HSR LEAKS

can we talk about what it’s like fucking dragon dan heng? scratch that, PLEASE talk to me about this i’m begging

cw: hsr spoilers / hsr leaks, breeding kink, size kink, minor tummy bulge mention, reader could be read as stelle/trailblazer, reader is afab

dan heng going from a calm, collected nerd to an unraveled, horny monster? CHEFS KISS

he’s so headstrong that it isn’t you he likes. he will not let this facade slip, always teasing you with the irritation he has towards march, but you grind his gears in a different way.

that’s why it’s so embarrassing when his cock is tenting very obviously and you’ve just brushed up against him, he’s losing it

it’s not like he’s surprised either, he’s noticed that the scent you’ve been putting off is just delectable— noticed it since he first met you, actually. he’s fighting himself even as he’s in this embarrassing situation not to hump against your ass and mark your neck

“get out of here. it isn’t safe.” even if you’ve shown you want this, he’s still worried because he knows once he gets you he won’t be able to stop <3

it’s crazy someone so quiet can still say all the right things to push your buttons and flirt with you

“you’re so much smaller than me, i’m afraid you’ll break in half.” “is that supposed to turn me off?” “i suppose reckless behavior is to be expected of you. i’ll make sure to warn natalia.” he’s so cold even though he’s holding his dick through his pants all for you <333 he’s dripping if you start whining

his words contradict his actions, his protests of how you need to think this through better don’t match up at all with how he’s going feral on your dripping cunt. your scent is so strong that he’s love drunk and he’s soooo loud eating you out.

if you touch his horns he moans

animalistic urge to breed you. needs to cream pie you or he swears he’ll die!!

his actions are very stream of consciousness. yanking your hair but sloppily kissing you like you’re the greatest treasure in the world and then abruptly sucking on your nipples— if he wants it, he’s going to get it

“does a classless thing like you know what it’s like to get your womb filled to the brim?”

he fucks you so hard, he doesn’t want you to know your name. he can’t help it! he warned you earlier that you were in trouble and he wasn’t going to stop until he bred your poor, drooling pussy til he was satisfied. something about this season made you irresistible and the perfect candidate to release his lust into since you were the main subject of it anyway.

the second he sees his bulge in your tummy, he’s cumming ropes in you!

don’t even get me started on how possessive he is. ordinarily if anyone saw you two he’d be stopped in his tracks in utter humiliation but right now? he’s biting you all over, sucking wherever he can to leave fang marks and hickies while staring angry daggers into any poor intruder’s eyes. they’d probably feel uncomfortable if it wasn’t for the complete terror they were in while being faced with a dragon who visibly wanted to tear them to shreds for interrupting his mating session.

he NEEDS your eye contact he has to watch how pitiful and sweet you look underneath him and it’s such a guilty pleasure

in his fantasies about you, you were usually on your knees looking up at him with your lips prodding at his cock, so even though he usually struggles with eye contact, it’s become a downright kink for you to be just as captured by him as he is by you

“you’re not looking at me when your eyes are rolling back like that, are you? perhaps i’ll have to train you better.”

can go for hours but if it’s not mating season he’ll tease/degrade you for being a whore <3

your womb filled to the brim with cum = happy dan heng ^w^

[tell-me-a-tale-that-tells]

TATTOOS

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Pairing: Eddie Munson x Reader

Summary: Eddie and Reader go upstairs after he offered to show her his other tattoo, just that said tattoo is in a prived area.

Warnings: a bit of mild nudity and just a lot of flirting and some sexual tension lol

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Chapter 2

Eddie walked to your room, he knew your house like it was his own.

He dropped sitting in your armchair, hands resting on the soft manchettes, legs spread open.

You sat on the edge of the bed, facing Eddie and fiddling with the silver rings on your fingers.

He spoke first.

"Y/N, I don't want to make this awkward for the both of us. My other tattoo is a bit... well, in a place near my..." and he gestured vaguely near his crotch.

You swore the temperature rises ten grades more, you knew very well that your friend would not make anything to upset you, but he liked to flirt too.

He liked to flirt A LOT.

"Yeah, I already guessed that" you laughed to ease the tension.

"Do you?" he smiled, interested.

"We're in my room even if we're at home alone" you explained.

He stood up abruptly, making a bow to you "Excellent deduction, my pretty friend".

Pretty, here's the flirter.

You already saw Eddie with fewer clothes on, but it was many years ago when the both of you two were still children and you went to the school's pool.

You still remember his compliments on your swimsuits, always cute and colorful, he always said that they matched your personality very well.

"So is it ok?" he asked more seriously.

You nod and held your breath when you looked at his long fingers undoing the buckle of his belt, the metal of the handcuffs clinging with his rings.

He sat down again on your armchair to lower his pants, to not trip on them, he kicked away his shoes, remaining in his black boxers.

You were thinking about anything for not concentrating on the waistband of his cotton underwear, the sparse hair trailing down below it and the small part of a tattoo peeking out.

Kittens, your father's car, your grades, and math tests, the ugly history teacher...

"Earth call Y/N " you heard distantly before snapping back to reality.

Eddie was standing there, with a warm smile and waving his hand.

"Sorry, I got distracted," you said.

He placed both hands on his heart faking feeling pain.

"And I was thinking I'm way too sexy to think about something else, dammit" he joked.

You laughed and gestured for him to come closer.

His jaw almost dropped to the floor when you grabbed the hem of your tank top and yanked it out, doing the same to your shorts.

"For equity" you said smirking.

"I'm not complaining, sweetheart" he dropped beside you on the bed, leaning on his elbows.

"Left hip, a bit lower actually" he instructed you.

Your trembling hands reached for the left front side of his briefs and pulled slowly down, revealing a tattoo of a small dragon with a long body and open wings, very near his groin.

"Is this...no way! You got Smaug from The Hobbit?" you shouted.

He chucked sitting up "You recognized it!"

"You perfectly know I love that book, you big nerd" you admonished him, letting go of the waistband in your fingers, making it snap audibly against Eddie's skin.

"And you know perfectly that no one ever saw it before, do you?" he asked, mere inches from you.

"But you said-" you commenced.

"That only pretty girls get to see it, yeah. But I haven't said that someone has seen it before, didn't I? The only pretty girl I know is you" he brushed a loose lock of your Y/H/C behind your ear.

The world was spinning, like very fast.

"Eddie..." you tentatively caressed his right cheek, stroking it lovingly with your thumb.

He was about to lean towards you and close the small gap that separated your mouths when the sound of your parents' car on the garden's gravel reached you both.

"SHIT, THIS IS GOING TO LOOK BAD" Eddie said stumbling down the bed and dressing himself while you tried to do the same.

By the time your parents entered the house, you and he were sitting at the kitchen table, with some books and notebooks, pretending to study.

"Hello, Mr. and Ms. Y/L/N" Eddie greeted politely.

"Hello, dear" your mother responded, "is Y/N helping you with some holiday homework?"

"Yeah, Eddie's very bad at physics" you smiled at your mum.

Satisfied, your mother began to stack away some supplies until your father sneaked near her.

"Is Eddie wearing one of my old shirts?" he asked her, amused.

"Oh, I'm pretty sure he is" she answered with a knowing smile.

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[babybatscreationsv2]

I thought we could all use a little fluffy hurt/comfort

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"I'll take his fucking head off," Tony grumbled. "When I get done with him he won't even have a head." Tony yanked the tie from around his neck, leaving a bruise behind in the process. His fingers fumbled with the buttons of his shirt, attempting to pry the fabric apart. He huffed through his nose and grabbed the fabric, intending on ripping the damn thing off. Then soft hands came from behind to cover his own.

"Let me," Peter whispered. He kissed the hinge of Tony's jaw. Tension fled his neck though his hands needed more coaxing.

"I'm gonna kill him. I'm gonna do more than kill him," Tony continued.

"Mm hm," Peter murmured, neither in agreement or argument. His thumbs stroked Tony's knuckles until he relaxed enough to let Peter pull his arms down. Peter unhooked the buttons quickly but carefully lest Tony's patience snap again.

Tony turned and looked at his husband, pretty and patient as ever. Then his mind wandered back to that same piece of his shit that had him fuming in the first place.

"He's gonna regret this."

Peter kissed him, soft with closed lips. Tony barely responded, no softness to be found in him now. Peter's fingers plucked open his belt. Gentle hands slid it from around his hips. He stepped away to put it back in its place while Tony kicked off his pants and tossed them into the hamper. He stomped off to the bathroom.

Tony scowled at his reflection. He turned on the faucet and splashed water on his face, drying it with a towel that he dropped on the counter. Peter hung it up for him while he reached for his toothbrush.

Tony scrubbed at his teeth, violent, bareing his teeth at his own reflection. Peter hopped up to sit on the counter. He squeezed a bit of moisturizer onto his fingers silently rubbed it into Tony's face.

Tony stopped and spat into the sink. "Car crusher. I'll put him in a car crusher."

Peter nodded supportively. He held back a smile as Tony stood obediently and let him finish his face. Then he stomped back out of the room.

Peter followed, turning out the lights behind them. Tony threw back the covered and slid into bed. Peter sat down beside him and covered them both up before sliding down onto the pillow. A rough arm wrapped around his waist and yanked him against Tony's chest. Peter yawned softly as he settled in. He listened to Tony's heart pound in his chest. Then he smiled as it slowed.

"How do you always know how to calm me down?" Tony kissed the top of his head.

"I don't," Peter lifted his head to look at him "I just love you and that seems to do the trick."

Tony kissed him, soft and sweet. "I love you, Peter."

He smiled. "You should probably call Happy in the morning. I'm sure he didn't mean it."

"He made me look like an idiot," Tony grumbled.

"No one could make you look like an idiot, Tony Stark. He just said you didn't know what Fortnite is."

"At a conference full of pre-teens!"

"Shh," Peter kissed his jaw. "At least he gave them something to talk about. God knows they weren't going home to tell their parents about renewable energy."

"They might," Tony pouted.

"We can't all be giant nerds. That kind of thing is just for us."

Tony sighed. "Well did you think it was interesting?"

"I'm pretty sure you could talk about the chemical composition of cement and I would be fascinated."

Tony smiled. His hand rested on Peter's cheek, thumb brushing over his skin. "I love you," he said again.

"I love you more," Peter answered.

[queerwithapen]

Translucent- Katsuki Bakugo X Izuku Midoriya

CW: 18+, animalistic tendencies, transparency kink, subtle degradation and humiliation, mark-making, slight sadism/masochism. The characters in this story are depicted as a ghost and a werewolf, and they are of legal age.

A/N: Happy belated Halloween! I actually wrote this based on a Patreon artwork that @hanodefanart did for Halloween! If you'd like to see the art that inspired this, please go check them out! Anyways, posting this late because time is an illusion and we can still enjoy some October smut even if the month ended 😋

Izuku had wished he could remember every second of how Kacchan had been treating him that night. He wanted to have that kind of pleasure engraved into his brain so vividly he could relive it when his eyes fluttered shut. He could see glimpses of how the wolf boy tongued his neck and had pushed his cloak up above his chest.

"Always so damn flushed," Kacchan teased. His index and thumb found one of Izuku's nipples, rolling it between his fingers, making it stand even more at attention than it already was.

A small noise left Izuku's lips, barely audible, but it only contributed to the heat already filling the room.

"C'mon Izuku, you can do better than that." Despite the already pleasure-driven haze in Izuku's head just at the anticipation of what was to come, he was cognizant enough to look up and see Kacchan smirking down at him, noticing just how enticing it made his canines look. "Or," Kacchan leaned down, his tongue finding the shell of Izuku's ear, "you gonna make me earn it?"

A shiver rushed down Izuku's back, making his hips involuntarily arch up just enough for Katsuki's eyes to flit down. "Kacchan—" he couldn't have stopped the name from tumbling past his lips even if he'd tried.

Katsuki pushed Izuku's hips down to the mattress with one hand, purposely putting it where he could graze his nails over the skin just above the waistband of Izuku's pants. The movement drew an involuntary breath, albeit a shaky one from Izuku. "C'mon 'Zuku, you gonna let me make you feel good?" He didn't even allow the nerd to speak in response, nails lightly scratching over what was exposed of Izuku's hip and biting the spot just beneath Izuku's ear in tandem.

Izuku couldn't keep his eyes open if he tried. The slight sting of both made his cock twitch in his pants and he only said Kacchan's name again, like a mantra, a plea for Katsuki to give him more without saying the words directly.

"You know how this works," Kacchan mumbled, breath fanning on the spot he just bit. "You gotta use your words." His tongue dragged over the slight indentations his canines left.

God, Izuku couldn't stop from whining. "Kacchan, please— need it," he breathed.

"Need what?" he tsked. "Gotta tell me exactly what you want. You got a big brain, use those pretty little words."

Izuku was sure he looked like a mess; like a whore on the verge of begging for it. He knew he was flushed to his ears, down his neck. His nipples were hard, equally flushed. He was throbbing in his pants and nothing more he wanted Kacchan to— "fuck me, please, Kacchan," he panted, his voice shaking with need and slight embarrassment. He wasn't one to curse much, but Kacchan's pupils always got a little more dilated when he heard Izuku's filter slip and ask for what he really wanted.

He knew that Kacchan said something then, but truthfully he couldn't recall because the wolf boy ruthlessly yanked Izuku's pants and underwear off, no longer willing to accept the pleasantries of the situation and eager to get to the main attraction. Izuku moaned at the force of it and with one she squeezed shut, he looked down at himself. His cock was flushed, the tip smeared with precum, and it twitched at the shift in temperature from his suffocatingly hot pants to the atmosphere of the room.

"Good fuckin' boy," Katsuki mumbled, eyes set on Izuku's cock for a good moment, taking him in. Some nights Kacchan preferred taking his time with Izuku, staking claim on every inch he could, leaving bites on his neck, his wrists, thighs, ass, anywhere soft enough to bite that would last a few days, but for now he just wanted to quickly take the nerd before taking the main event. "How much stretching will a whore like you need before I can fuck you, huh?"

The answer was not much.

His eyes were closed, panting by the time he felt Kacchan's fingers withdraw, and the empty feeling was enough to make him whine. "So fuckin' needy," Katsuki grumbled. However, Izuku didn't feel an absence for long. He felt the head of Kacchan's cock press against his hole and the noise of relief that left Izuku was an adrenaline spike for Katsuki.

"You gonna take it, 'Zuku? Gonna let me fill up that pretty little hole?"

"Kacchan—" he moaned again, embarrassed at the way Katsuki was talking about him, but the blonde knew he liked it, feeling Izuku's body try to pull him in.

"Greedy," he nipped at Izuku's neck and took in a deep breath of him before licking at the bite again. "You so cock-hungry you forget how to say anything other than Kacchan?" God, he fucking loved Izuku's scent, especially when he was like this- good and needy and just wanting more. Even though he was mocking the boy beneath him, his mouth was watering.

Izuku wasn't saying words at this point, too lost in gripping the pillow behind him and taking whatever Kacchan was willing to give him. His head was starting to feel fuzzier than before, realizing he was only moments away from being filled up so good by Kacchan. His body, in this haze and lack of focus, began to sort of fade out in a sense; parts of him started to appear not quite so solid, though he was too eager to even think about that fact.

Instead, he nearly blacked out for a second when Kacchan pushed in because his body was just screaming good, so good, so full! Katsuki grabbed Izuku's hips, not caring to be overly gentle, and yanked them so he was buried even deeper and Izuku's legs were around his waist, shaking.

"So fuckin' pretty when you arch like that," Katsuki growled. Though his eyes traveled down, ending on a sight that made a groan slip past his lips as his tongue dragged across one of his canines. "Well fuck, wouldn't ya look at that? I can see myself fucking you."

Izuku, blissed out, had to replay the words in his head. "Huh...?" He lifted his head up just enough to look down at where his body was somewhat translucent and some sense of alertness washed over him because he was embarrassed. "Kacchan— don't look—!"

"Embarrassed I can see how tight you're squeezin' me?" Katsuki leered closer, looking as though he were considering taking a bite, his breath fanning over Izuku's face.

Izuku began to mewl, but it was turned into a blatant cry of pleasure as Kacchan rutted into him. "Ngh— not f-fair!" He gasped.

"Tellin' me you don't like seeing how good I fill you up?" He nipped Izuku's jaw a little harder than earlier, his nails only the smallest bit of pressure from breaking skin.

Izuku's eyes fluttered shut as he took it. "J-just need you Kacchan—"

"You're gonna get it, don't you fuckin' worry—" Katsuki growled, his pace growing a little more vicious as skin against skin and Izuku's noises filled the room.

Izuku's mind climbed to that floaty place it always did when Kacchan did this and he didn't come back down until he was empty, leaking semen, and panting, whining at the loss of being filled.

Katsuki was littering Izuku's body with hickeys and actual bites, every little gesture saying mine without having to say a word.

Yeah, he was glad he was his. He couldn't imagine belonging to anyone else in the same way he belonged to Kacchan.

[artiststarme]

Ex-fucking-cuse you

Thank you to @carlyv for the title idea! I don’t know if I really like whatever this is but other people seem to so I’ll leave it be. Let me know what you guys are thinking in the comments!

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Whenever he had shared his feelings in the past, he’d had them stomped on. From crushes to life goals, anyone he’d ever confided in had laughed in his face. The first memorable time had been when he told Tommy about his crush on Heath Sellers at recess in fourth grade. Tommy H. told him that he wouldn’t be friends with a fag and if he ever mentioned liking a dude again, he’d kick his ass. That circumstance really showed Steve that he couldn’t trust anyone. If he couldn’t share what he was thinking with his best friend, who else could he tell?

The second time was with Nancy Wheeler. Steve told her he loved her even though he knew it was too early into their relationship and he knew she was still grieving Barb. But he still told her and all she did for the first few times was call him an idiot afterwards. Steve loved too much and too hard. Sure, after a few weeks she said it back but Steve could tell it wasn’t genuine and was most likely said out of pity.

The fact that she called him bullshit just two weeks later kind of cemented that fact in his mind.

It made him feel sort of hypocritical. He told the kids to be open and honest, prided them on their communication. And then he neglected to do the same. He hid his nightmares and semi-suicidal thoughts behind an impenetrable wall that no one in the Party could breach.

Until Eddie.

For months, Steve hated Eddie because it felt like he was stealing the kids away from him. He was jealous that they shared a common interest that he couldn’t understand and was gearing up for the kids to leave him behind. But then, Eddie told him that the kids worshiped him and he’d been jealous too. Jealous of the cool babysitter that influenced their actions in DnD and could do no wrong.

Steve felt like Eddie could truly see him, could understand Steve, and liked what he saw. He could tell that Eddie was going to be a great friend of his, or more. He liked more.

But when he ran back to the trailer park after flambéing Vecna, he saw a blood soaked Eddie being cradled by Dustin. His slow paced jog turned into a full blown sprint. Steve yanked Eddie out of Dustin’s arms and made a mad dash towards the portal in his trailer. He wasn’t going to lose the one guy that made him feel more understood than anyone else had ever made him feel.

The girls and Dustin tearfully followed them but Steve couldn’t spare them any attention. He was solely focused on the sluggish bleeding of Eddie’s wounds.

“Ow, Harrington. Calm the fuck down.”

“Eddie?!” The metalhead’s eyes were blurry but somewhat focused on Steve’s face. “Hey man, you have to stay awake. When we get out of here, you can teach me all about your shitty yelling music and nerd game, okay?”

The blurriness lifted slightly as pure offense filled his face, “ex-fucking-cuse you. That “shitty yelling” is true music unlike your Tears for Fears garbage or whatever the hell else you listen to. I have taste. And yeah, Harrington. I will be teaching you Dungeons & Dragons when we get out of here. Lugging my body out of here when I was trying to make a noble sacrifice is disgraceful.”

“You’re not allowed to die, Eddie.” Steve said, panting with exertion and stress.

“That’s not up to you,” and then he passed out.

“Fuck!” Steve screamed. That fucking dramatic shit, if those were his last words, Steve would bring him back just to kill him again.

Steve’s feelings were threatening to overcome him as his hands shook while he put Eddie into the car. Nancy held one of them and gave him a look of meaning. “I’ll drive.”

“Um, yeah, yeah. Okay, thanks. Henderson! Keep pressure on his wounds. We need to stop the bleeding.” He desperately put pressure on the worst of the wounds on his torso and prayed to a god he no longer believed in.

And then they sped towards the hospital.

Steve was there when Eddie woke up, just as he had been in the four days he’d been unconscious while recovering from shock. He was trying to read the dancing letters in The Hobbit but when he looked up and met Eddie’s eyes, the book dropped from his hands.

“Didn’t take you for a fantasy nerd, Harrington.” Eddie mumbled, his voice hoarse but unwavering.

“We need to talk about your theatrics, man. You almost gave me a heart attack, Eddie.”

“Oh, we’re on a first-name basis now? If I’d known all I had to do was risk my life to be in King Steve’s court, I would’ve done it a long time ago.” Eddie smirked at him.

“I’m not a king anymore.” Steve said and shook his head. It’d been a long time since anyone had called him that and he didn’t like the way it sounded on Eddie’s lips either.

“My apologies, Steve. You’re not a king, you’re a paladin. And that’s better than any noble.” Eddie said wisely.

Steve had no idea what the fuck any of that meant or what a pal-man was but he could listen to Eddie rant at him for hours as long as he kept looking at him like that. His face was fond and his lips, though scarred with a vicious bite marring their softness, smiled softly at Steve.

He coughed a bit to clear his throat and tore his eyes from Eddie’s lips to his amused eyes. “Um, do you said you were going to explain your screamy metal shit?”

That got Steve his desired reaction and Eddie squawked. “You motherfucker-”

As Steve listened to his enraged ranting, he made himself a promise. He was going to be more like Eddie. He was going to be more free with his feelings and he would find a way to talk to his friends about them. But for now, he’d listen to Eddie’s virtriolic soliloquy about the merits of metal artists and the importance on nonconformist music in “this sweaty armpit of a state”. And Steve couldn’t be happier.

@doubleb11 @nburkhardt @zerokrox-blog @newtstabber @carlyv

[thesassypadawan]

Feel The Force (Hayden x FemReader)

Summary: It’s May the Fourth and what better way to spend it than with your big dork of a boyfriend, the dark lord himself, Hayden! Even though you two aren’t able to see each other all that much during the day…you still manage to squeeze in some quality time to ‘feel the force’.

Warnings: 18+ (mdni), because there sooo much of the smut. Bad puns, public sex, up against the wall, and, as always… Hayden’s big, fat dick.

Notes: May The Fourth Be With You! 🖤❤️

- It was May the Fourth, one of your absolute favorite holidays!

- What better way to celebrate it than at a con. Rocking your FemObi cosplay. Surrounded by fellow nerds, who are just as passionate about the franchise as you are. And, of course, with your big dork of a boyfriend, the original moody teen from Tatooine, Hayden.

- Despite not being able to see each other all that much during the event. You two still manage to squeeze in some quality time here and there. Which typically involves Hay showing how ‘wizard’ he thinks the most recent addition to your costume is. A pair of black booty shorts with ‘I Only Date Sith Lords’ printed perfectly across one of your cheeks.

- As the day goes on though, your ‘negotiation talks’ become more and more ‘aggressive’. And, soon enough, he’s dragging you off to a somewhat deserted hallway in the con center. Begging you to let him show you his ‘lightsaber skills’.

- “Hay, we’re going to get caught,” you giggle. Shrugging off your cloak and handing it to him, just like he asked.

- Quickly he pulls it on, flashing you one of those damn smiles. “Guess you’ll have to find a way to muffle all those cute sounds of yours. Think you manage that?”

- Biting your bottom lip, you nod excitedly. Tugging impatiently at the cloak, wrapping it around you both.

- “That’s, my good little padawan,” he chuckles. Backing you against the wall, shrugging down a bit to capture your lips in a searing kiss. Big hands resting on your hips; squeezing and kneading them gently.

- Moaning softly, your fingers get to work. Frantically unbuttoning and unzipping, pushing his jeans just far enough to free his rock-hard cock. “Someone’s eager for the fun to begin.”

- “Can’t help it,” he groans. Yanking at and helping you slip out of those wonderful shorts. That are hurriedly stuffed into his hoodie pocket, most likely not to be returned until the end of con. “Want more.”

- “Ah uh, you know you shouldn’t,” you tease. Leg hiking up onto his hip, the other balancing precariously on your tiptoes. While your hand fumbles to shift your panties off to the side.

- Still having to crouch a bit, Hayden lines himself up. Fat head prodding at your soaked entrance, he growls low in your ear. “Oh well, I was never the jedi I should be.” Before thrusting forward, burying himself inside your tight pussy.

- You press your face in his neck, trying to cover up your sobs from feeling that familiar burning ache. Teeth nipping at his shoulder as he starts pounding up into you, splitting you open so deliciously.

- For as much of a hot mess as you’re becoming, he’s fairing no better. Panting above you with every pump of his impressive length, hand firmly gripping your thigh. “W-when I’m around you…m-my mind is no longer my own. It’s al-always a muddle…can only t-think of you.”

- Those words, coupled with his long fingers desperately circling your clit; aid in speeding your release along. Making you clench hard around him, head tipping back while you mewl out loudly. “Kriff! Gonna…gonna…”

- Bending, he leans his forehead against yours. His blue eyes blown wide with lust; lips curled in a smirk. “You grow too aggressive. Be mindful.”

- Picking up his pace, hitting that sweet spot over and over. You barely manage to gasp out, “I…I lo-love you,” before the pleasure overtakes you. Tears stinging at the corners of your eyes, whole body clamping down on him. While you completely and totally go crashing over the edge.

- “I know,” he grunts. Bucking into you one last time, reaching his peak too. Filling you with rope after rope of hot, sticky cum.

- Mouths melding to stifle the noise coming from both of you. Bodies trembling against one another, riding out your aftershocks together. Utterly oblivious to the slow, steady stream of con attendees filtering out of the nearby panel room.

- It isn’t until you pull your head back that you notice how packed the hallway has become. Letting out a small squeak of surprise, you tense up. Walls giving an involuntary flutter, fists scrambling to pull the cloak around you two tighter. “I have a bad feeling about this.”

- Hayden on the other hand… Realizing your predicament, a smug look crosses his face. Cock twitching in interest, hardening again. Hips start to rock as he leans in more, muttering. “Relax. Just feel the force overflowing inside of you…trickling down your leg, onto the floor.”

Tag List: @espinathena-17, @myheartwillgoon2022, @wifeofasith, @princessswifie, @kenobiskywalker16, @loverforoldermen

[master-of-junk]

Sukuna x Reader

Warning!!! ⚠️ Smut

Side note: lol I like Sukuna a little too much

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You panted slightly, your cheeks bright red as a hand yanked your head back, saliva dripping from your chin. Sukuna smirked down at you “Aw, darling, don’t tell me you’re tired already?” You caught your breath but shook your head leaning forward onto your knees “No- it’s just a little rough…” you looked at his cock that was wet and glistening with your saliva.

He smirked pushing himself back between your soft puffy lips and began guiding your head once again “That’s it… good girl…” he breathed out watching you intently making sure you looked up at him while your mouth was full.

As he thrusted into your mouth, you partly wondered how you got into such a position with a man like him?

Oh, right- You were in college. Like everyone else you were poor most days. Though, things had been tougher recently and you were trying to get a hold of some extra money. Sukuna was an investor on your college board. He helped fund various projects around campus. He was receiving a tour of the new wind tunnel the college had built with his help, when he met you. The bright-eyed, bushy tailed, nerd. At first you were nothing special write home about but something about you just grew on him. Maybe it was because you were so sweet and nice? Maybe it was because you were so honest yet innocent… maybe it was all of those things as well as the urge to ruin your kindness.

This wasn’t your standard M.O.

You didn’t actually take interest in others all too often. Or maybe you just never found the right type of man you wanted.

Sukuna pulled you up after pulling you off of him “Come here-“ the hunger and possessiveness clear in his voice as his hands wrapped around your arms and guided you. Sukuna laid back on the pile of pillows on the satin bed sheets, his large hands moved from your arms to your hips.

He enjoyed the way your face turned red and how you tried to look away sitting on his chest “U-Um… are you sure, Ryomen-“ he cut you off “Just say Sukuna, brat.”

You shut up and nodded. He smirked at your compliance and how willing you were to please. He had no idea that an inexperienced nerd like yourself was so desperate. Although from the way you sucked his cock he couldn’t help but feel that there was some sort of desire you held back. The innocent nerd was just a facade and he wanted to break it.

Sukuna wanted to hear you beg for him. He wanted to see your face twisted with pleasure. He craved it. Sure, he liked the willing little slave you were but he wanted to see you hungry.

Grabbing your hips gently his tongue gently pressed against the sensitive bundle of nerves between your legs making you moan out “Sukuna…” he hummed, enjoying the taste of your cunt. He smirked when his tongue hit the already wet folds.

He was glad to see that he wasn’t the only one enjoying this particular rough session. He felt something odd stir within him at the thought of you just being so excited at the mere act of pleasing him. He smirked licking your clit once again “Such a good girl-“ though he was suddenly cut off though when your hips suddenly snapped forward and your hand shot to the top of his head tangling in his pink messy locks “S-Sukuna…” he stared up at you, almost in awe seeing your expression. You didn’t look so innocent anymore as you peered down at him moving your other hand “Keep doing that.” He felt your hips rut against his tongue again.

He only stared for a moment longer before complying with your order. A new hunger burning within him as your sudden dominance. He felt your hips twitch more. He watched your expression twist as you began moving your hips “Yeah, yeah, yeah-“ your grip tightened his hair- he realized you were damn near suffocating him, but he didn’t want you to stop. He watched as you rode his face more roughly chasing after your orgasm “Fuck!” Your hips bucked sharply, Sukuna grasped your hips harsher working his tongue against your clit repeatedly making you throw your head back sucking in a sharp breath as you gripped on hand into his hair and the other tangled with his fingers on your hip. Once you started breathing out harshly, your body twitching mindlessly, Sukuna picked you up easily and threw you against the bed. A smirk clear on his face “Someone’s a little needy today, hm?”

You eyed him wearily, your shy expression returning as you laid belly down on the bed “Um…” he watched as you perked your ass up a little bit “I-I’m sorry…” he instantly crawled over you, pushing himself into you. Sinking all the way down making you let out a groan “It’s okay, darling.” He whispered into your ear as his weight kept you down against the bed “I’ll give you what you really want.” You turned your head enough to see him smirking at you before he drew back and roughly thrusted into you. The small breaths fell from your lips, your hands began gripping the sheets as Sakuna took full enjoyment of your gummy walls taking him so willingly.

He was done yet though “Mm, like a bitch in heat-“ he went a little harder making your grip tighten “So willing to take me- Such a good girl-“ His hand gripped the back of your neck and shoved you down into the bedding and pillows. He heard a muffled yelp and eased up for a second, worried he had pushed you a little too far. He eased up letting you moved your head upward for a free breath however that worry was erased when your hips perked up more, and your legs spread wider letting him gain more access “Please use me-“ you gasped with your one free breath, your expression hungry and pleading as if he was the only one who could help you reach your climax. A wide smirk crossed his face as he shoved your head back down and let loose. On hand holding you down the other grabbing your hip hardly to help brace your hips against his. He felt you squirm and yelp out into the pillows “Harder- p-please! Fuck-“

He was surprised you wanted more but was all too happy to comply and abused your cervix to his hearts content.

However he underestimated how much fun he’d have in seeing your shy innocent expression broken. His hands moved letting you up slightly before his body weight came down onto again from behind. His cock still thrusting against your velvet walls but one of his arms wrapped around your neck and shoulders, as if hugging you from behind as he growled into your ear. You felt him throb inside of you, that was enough to send you off the edge “Keep going! Keeping going please Sukuna! I’m almost-“ you were cut off as you felt the waves of pleasure wash over you. Making you forget your words as you held onto Sukuna tightly. He felt you clenching around him making him growl until suddenly his hips snapped against yours. You let out a high pitch quick yelp at the sudden thrust but understood as you felt his grip tighten keeping you in place as he came. He breathed out harshly after a few moments and slowly pulled out before collapsing next to you. He covered his face with his arm catching his breath as his head became clear from the fog you had brought to it. He was almost a bit surprised at how good that felt. There was that odd tinge again, in his chest.

The both of you sat there breathing… you were still laying face down. Legs and body twitching from the waves of pleasure you just felt. You didn’t usually do this- but you had to admit that Sukuna was truly something else and he had given you something else.

You leaned up onto your elbows and looked towards him mumbling as you turned red once again, your senses coming back to you “I’m sorry… I know you don’t like being told what to do…” you fumbled with your hands… Sukuna look at you with brief confusion before barking out a laugh and grabbing your face, kissing your lips making you look surprised “This is the only time you may ask things of me, brat.”

His phone began ringing making him sigh and roll his eyes, clearly unhappy that his time with you was uninterrupted. However he pulled away from you grabbing the phone and pulling on a robe “What?” His voice snapped as he walked away leaving you in the bed…

Though as you laid there, you felt your chest twist a little… he had never kissed you like that before…

[hbyrde36]

It's Only Forever

R: Mature | WC: 5203 | | Ch 7/8 | Read on AO3

[Penny Art - Eddie's Introduction] [Penny Art - The Ball]

[SissayeRys Art Link]

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Chapter 7: Thirteen O'Clock

Steve woke with a sudden, violent jolt. 

Heart pounding, his eyes snapped open wide, taking in the details of his bedroom ceiling through bleary eyes as he tried to shake off the sensation of falling.

It wasn’t anything out of the ordinary. It happens to everyone, and Steve more than most with his lifelong fear of heights—that moment when you’re just dozing off and out of nowhere your whole body jerks and you feel like you’ve plummeted off a ten story building to land hard on the pavement below.

Tick, tock.

Huh. 

Steve raised his arm, pulling back the sleeve of his wash-worn yellow sweatshirt to tap at the watch on his wrist. Had it always been so loud?

He sat up, feeling groggy and a little confused, swinging his legs—with sneakers still laced to his feet and everything—over the side of the bed, no memory of deciding to take a nap. He must have come back upstairs at some point and laid down, tired from practice and having yet another fight with Dustin, and accidentally fallen asleep.

Which meant that all of the hazy recollections and insane shit that was swirling around in his head like a goddamn tornado had just been a dream. That was… a relief, he supposed, and it made more sense than the alternative. Goblins weren’t real, neither were magical ever-changing labyrinths or half-dwarves, talking worms or friendly hairy giants with surfer-boy accents, and certainly not Goblin Kings. No matter how attractive they were. 

Even if he could still feel the ghost of Eddie’s lips on his own. 

Steve shook his head, trying to clear away the feeling and the lingering fog. He should probably go check on Dustin, see if their pizza ever arrived and make sure the kid ate. He’d been a bit too harsh on the little guy earlier, if he was honest. It really wouldn’t kill him to be a better big brother and just play the stupid nerd game every once in a while.

Crossing to the door, Steve yanked it open, but instead of being faced with the upstairs hallway of his childhood home, he was knocked back by a tsunami of miscellaneous junk and garbage pouring in through the opening.

It reminded him instantly of when Robin made that door to get them out of the oubliette, accidentally finding a broom closet before finding the way out.

Suddenly everything came back into sharp focus. The stark reality of what he’d been through, no longer fuzzy at all. 

What the—

Robin. 

The peach. 

It must have done something to him. He couldn’t believe it—it wasn’t a dream, it was all wonderfully—terribly real.

And as usual, he was running out of time.

He didn't quite know what to think about the ball, and everything that had happened between him and Eddie while his memories had taken a holiday. He wasn’t even sure how he’d managed to escape that place, but there was no time to dwell on it now. He had to find a way out of this tomb of trash and get back on course.

“Steeeeeeevieeeeeee!”

The sound of his name being called by a familiar voice from somewhere up above made its way through the garbage heap, thanks to a small gap between an old tire, and what might have been an antique tiffany lamp, where Steve could just barely see a little daylight. 

“Down here!” He called back, beginning to claw through the debris when a pair of arms forced their way through. Argyle’s huge hands wrapped themselves around his waist, lifting him carefully out.

When Steve was finally free, the gentle giant crushed him to his chest, while a whining Jonathan clung to his leg, embracing his calf as though he were hugging him around the middle all the same.

“How’d you get down there? We've been looking for you everywhere, brochacho!” 

“Look, Steve. We’ve almost made it!” Jonathan said, tugging on Steve’s pant leg as he swiveled around to point at a spot behind them. “Those are the gates to the Goblin City!”

Steve turned, staring in disbelief—they were standing on top of a pile of forgotten trash at the edge of what looked like a massive junkyard. But following Jonathan's line of sight, he found that it was true. Not a hundred yards away stood a small city, surrounded by smooth stone walls.

“Robin?” Steve asked quietly, glancing from one friend’s face to the other.

Argyle and Jonathan both shook their heads sadly, wearing matching looks of sympathy. They may not have known exactly what happened, but they’d clearly figured out she had something to do with it.

Steve nodded, mostly to himself, and pushed ahead to lead the way, not sure what else to say about it. 

Yes, she’d betrayed him—again—but he couldn’t help caring about her now. Besides, this was Eddie’s doing, not hers. She’d only done what she was ordered to do, he was sure of it.

“Let’s go, quickly,” Steve called back over his shoulder. “We don’t have much time.”

The gates were made from a pair of heavy wooden doors with thick iron rings for handles, set into a wide stone archway. A comically oversized iron crown with six curved prongs sat on its peak, the only decoration.

A single guard who had fallen asleep at his post seemed to be all that stood between Steve and his companions, and the city beyond.

It all felt a little too easy as Argyle forced the big doors open, their movement all but silent on well oiled hinges, and the three of them snuck inside. 

Steve should have known the other shoe was about to drop.

Almost as soon as the first set of gates closed behind them, another even bigger set—the real gates to the city, he assumed—made of shiny and oddly bulbous metal, slammed closed in front of them, cutting them off before they could pass through the city limits. As the two halves came together, the reason for their strange appearance became clear—to create the visage of a massive goblin warrior wielding an equally huge axe.

“Who goes there?” A distorted and slightly robotic sounding voice boomed through the enclosed space.

If all of that weren’t ominous enough, then the enormous warrior began to move, freeing itself from its slot in the doors and raising its weapon.

Steve gulped.

Any hope, however pathetic, that what he and Eddie shared at the ball had been real was officially squashed. If Eddie had felt even a fraction of what Steve had—did—he wouldn’t still be fighting to keep him from his brother like this.

The great mechanical goblin stepped forward, bringing his axe down on them in a wide sweeping arc. Luckily, the creature… robot… thing… moved so slowly that it was easy enough to dodge its hits for now, but Steve knew they couldn't keep this up forever. They had to find a way past it.

Argyle must have sensed the urgency too, hauling Jonathan up onto his back before jumping high into the air to grab onto one of the metal goblin’s arms. Jonathan scampered up to Argyle’s shoulder, leaping the last few feet to latch on to the machine’s other arm. 

While their tandem attack did manage to make the metal giant drop his axe, he was still able to quickly shake them off. They tumbled to the ground in a heap of flailing limbs, hair, and fur, thankfully with Jonathan landing on top of their two-creature pile, both of them unharmed.

Steve stood in front, shielding them as they recovered and stood, and raised his eyes back to their enemy to see its next move only to spot Robin crawling her way across the high city walls that flanked the inner gate, making her way towards them.

“Robin!” Steve cried out, but she didn’t look down.

She jumped, landing right on top of the metal goblin’s head, tearing it from the rest of the body and tossing it to the ground below with a hollow clang. 

It truly was some kind of machine. Sitting inside its helmet of a head, now exposed to the light, was a much smaller goblin, a live one, operating what was essentially a moving suit of armor with knobs and levers. 

Robin grabbed for the controls, managing to switch the thing off while the small goblin slapped at her repeatedly. His efforts were mostly ineffective given their difference in size, until she got a little too close to the edge of the machine. 

She lost her balance, falling out of the small cockpit, but not before grabbing the little guy up by the scruff of his neck, determined to take him down with her. 

When they hit the ground Steve rushed to Robin’s side, making sure she was okay before checking over the goblin. The small creature’s eyes shot open, and he screamed in terror when Steve reached for him, launching himself to his feet and fleeing in a blur.

“I’m so sorry, Steve. Eddie made me give you that peach,” Robin rushed out as Steve helped her to her feet. “But, that’s not an excuse. I knew it was wrong. I should have resisted, no matter what he threatened me with. It wasn’t worth losing your friendship. I won’t ask for your forgiveness, I know I don’t deserve it. I just had to come back and make sure—”

“I forgive you,” Steve cut her off, scooping her up into his arms and squeezing her tightly. “I’m just glad you’re okay.”

She collapsed in his hold, pressing her face into his chest. “I’m glad you’re okay too.”

“Those were some pretty sweet moves,” Argyle said, moving closer to pat Robin gently on the head.

Jonathan raced in circles around the three of them, his fluffy tail wagging with abandon. “Yeah! It’s good to have you back.”

Reluctantly, Steve eventually had to let her go so she could turn to their furry friends, smiling sheepishly. 

“Thanks.” Robin blinked away tears that they all pretended not to see, before clearing her throat. “Well, what are we waiting for? Let’s go get Steve’s brother back!”

The four of them pushed through the second set of gates and into the city with their guards raised, ready for the next fight. They passed home after unusual home, small cottages mixed in with multilevel bungalows, all built on precarious angles with stone and brick, and all appearing as quiet and empty as the streets outside.

“Where is everyone?” Steve asked. Not really expecting an answer. His companions were all looking around too, as confused as he was. 

“I don’t know.” Robin shook her head. “But I think if we cut up this alleyway it’ll take us to the main road through downtown, and lead us straight up to the castle.”

They walked single file, with Argyle insisting on taking the lead, down the narrow space between two of the larger buildings Steve had seen so far, only for the big guy to stop abruptly just before they could all spill out onto the next street.

“Hey, why’d we stop?” Robin called out from the rear.

“Uh… dudes?” 

Steve turned sideways, plastering himself against the side of the building to squeeze around Argyle and see what the problem was.

Lining the street on either side were dozens, if not hundreds, of goblins of all shapes and sizes. From tiny infants in their mother’s arms, their pointed ears sticking out from beneath swaddling blankets, to withered gray-bearded goblins, hunched over as they leaned on walking sticks made from gnarled wood. 

All eyes turned in his direction as Steve took a few careful steps out onto the road, swallowing hard as he took in the sheer size of the display, stretching all the way to the castle sitting on high at least a mile away in the distance.

Robin appeared at his side, whispering from the corner of her mouth. “What are they doing?”

Steve could feel Argyle and Jonathan move up to his back as he shook his head. “This is weird.”

It was like they were the stars of an eerily quiet parade. As the four of them walked up the middle of the main drag, none of the onlookers said a word or tried to stop them, they simply watched with open curiosity.

In no time they were at the base of the castle steps, and Steve braced himself, turning to face his friends. 

“I guess this is it. Wish me luck.”

“What do you mean?” Robin asked, eyes narrowed.

“I’ll never be able to thank you all enough for getting me here, but I have to go the rest of the way alone.”

“But, why?” She asked.

“I think that’s just how it's done,” Steve said.

Jonathan tilted his head with a hum. “Oh, well if that’s how it’s done—”

“Screw that,”Robin snapped. “We’re coming with you.”

“Robin… it’ll be okay—I’ll be okay.”

She frowned, arms crossing over her chest. “Fine. I don’t like it, but fine. I’ll stay out here if that’s what you want, but I'm not leaving.”

“Me too!” Argyle agreed.

Jonathan barked. “Me three!”

Steve tipped his head at them all and turned to go.

“Hey, Steve?” Robin called out. “Should you need us—”

He looked back over his shoulder, smiling even though his throat was suddenly painfully tight. 

“I’ll call.”

The castle halls, much like the streets below, were similarly lined with goblins. Though, these were dressed more like soldiers than the more common folk who’d stood watch on the way through the city. 

One by one, as Steve passed, the guards pointed him on, using their spears as arrows to show him the way to the very heart of the castle. 

Its center. 

Which housed, not some showy throne room like Steve was expecting, but a breathtaking atrium with a wide open air ceiling. 

The space was perfectly round, with arched entrances to the north, south, east, and west. A tranquil pond full of colorful fish sat in its middle, fed by a small waterfall, surrounded by lush green foliage and flowers in bloom that Steve had never seen before—that he wondered if they even existed in his world. The rest of the room was dotted with ornately carved benches and thick velvet cushions.

Steve was so distracted with taking it all in that he nearly missed it, his watch, falling suddenly silent as all of its hands came to rest on the thirteen with a final tick. 

“No-no-no. I’m here!” He shouted to the empty room. “I did it. It might have taken me every single second you gave me but I did it. Now, give me my brother back!”

Steve heard the footsteps before he saw anyone. 

Light and quick, the set of feet seemed to be racing towards him from the northern entrance. He rounded the pond, unsure whether to ready himself for some kind of face-off or what, when Dustin came charging through the doorway and flung himself right into Steve’s arms.

Tears sprung to his eyes as he clutched the younger boy to his chest, relief quickly overtaking the shock, hitting him like a tidal wave, so hard he might have fallen to his knees if Dustin hadn’t been holding him back just as tightly.

With a final squeeze Steve pulled back, searching his little brother over from head to toe. He looked… fine. Unharmed. Happy, even, gazing up at Steve with sparkling eyes and a wide gummy smile. 

“I’m so glad you’re finally here! I missed you! I knew you could do it, I told them! I did! This is the coolest thing that’s ever happened to us! I can’t wait to hear all about your adventures. Did you make any friends? I bet you did, and I—”

“Wait a second,” Steve cut in. “Aren't you mad at me?”

“Are you kidding?! This place is like a dream come true! Magic is real! All those things I thought were made up actually exist! And I never would have known if it wasn’t for you!”

“But—”

Steve was interrupted by another set of footsteps headed their way, echoing through the same hall Dustin had just appeared out of. They both glanced up as the sound grew nearer and finally stopped, to see a figure standing in the shadows, hesitating in the doorway.

Dustin turned back to Steve, a smirk playing on his lips as he patted him on the arm. “I’ll let you two talk.”

“Wait—” Steve began, but before he could stop him, Dustin was already walking off with the confidence of someone who knew exactly where they were going.

Steve reeled. 

He’d expected to find his little brother shaken and terrified, locked up in a tower or some creepy dungeon in the bowels of the castle, but Dustin seemed comfortable in its walls—beyond comfortable. The kid made it sound like he was having the time of his fucking life!

What the hell had been going on here while Steve was busy fighting his way through the labyrinth?

The figure in the shadows took a few tentative steps forward—into the atrium, and into the light.

He wore a pair of white vintage Reeboks and black jeans that looked like they’d seen better days, a little bit faded and ripped at the knees. His white t-shirt was emblazoned with a devil’s head logo Steve didn't recognize, partially obscured by a worn black leather jacket, and finally a denim vest, a little big through the shoulders, and covered in various pins and patches of old bands. 

It was a far cry from his usual Goblin King regalia, but it suited him just as much, maybe more so. Even his hair was different, still curly and a little wild but much less voluminous and untamed, framing a freshly washed face, bare of its usual makeup.

“Eddie?”

Eddie dipped his head in a shallow nod. “I’m sorry about all the trouble down at the gates. You and your friends got there before I could get the word out to stand down.”

“W-what…” Steve trailed off, looking the other boy up and down several times. “What’s going on?”

“This is me. The real me. I couldn’t let you go without… I mean, If this is the last time we’re ever going to see each other, I wanted to meet you as myself.”

“I don’t understand.”

“It happened in the Spring, 1986,” Eddie began, biting nervously at his plush bottom lip.

“I’d just turned nineteen, and I was taken by the Goblin King, same as Dustin. Except no one was there to fight for me. My old man said good riddance. I’m sure he thought it was a happy accident, or an acid trip. He didn’t care where I'd been taken, or by who. If I was alive or dead. The king took pity on me. It turned out he was kind underneath all the–” Eddie gave a wry smile, gesturing down at himself as though he were still wearing the fancy linen, leather, and cape. 

“He gave me rooms, free run of the castle, the labyrinth, and after a short time he asked if I would take his place. I didn’t know for a long time if I'd made the right decision or not. But now I know, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that I wouldn’t change anything. It all led me here. Without that exact course of events I never would have seen you playing basketball that day.”

With a flourish of his hand Eddie produced one of his crystal balls, rolling it through his fingers with the usual practiced ease. The now familiar move was a little funny to see performed by someone in streetwear. 

Eighties era metalhead streetwear at that.

“That’s another thing I need to come clean about,” Eddie went on. “I watched you. Before you ever wished Dustin away. I would sit on the throne and watch you out there living your life, and you were so—you are—so beautiful, Steve. I was an idiot, lying to myself about who I was, who I thought you were, how I felt about you. And I'll understand if you hate me for it. For spying on you, for kidnapping Dustin, or any of the other things I've done and let happen to you while you’ve been here. But you deserve to know the truth.” 

Eddie stepped in close, reaching out to take one of Steve's hands into his. 

Steve let it happen. He was frozen to the spot, trying to reconcile the Eddie who’d appeared in Dustin’s window, threatening to take him away forever, with the Eddie he’d met at the ball, so weak in the face of Steve’s flirting but also charming in his own right, and finally with the Eddie in front of him now, sweet, open, and a little scared. 

“This is who I am. Some dumb kid from Indiana who stumbled into a life full of magic, and got in way over his head, all caught up in who he thought he was supposed to be, and who is desperately and completely in love with you.”

Love.

The word reverberated through Steve’s mind, and the part of him that had fallen for Eddie at the ball wanted to believe, but—

“I-it was real?” He asked.

Eddie nodded, raising Steve’s hand to his lips just like he had in the middle of the dance floor. “The ball was a vision but everything else, what I said, what we did, everything I felt, and what I hope you felt too—that was all very real.”

With a soft kiss Eddie released his hand, reaching inside his own shirt to free his necklace, the same one Steve had seen him wear every time they’d crossed paths, and pulled it up over his head. 

For a moment Eddie was still, the pendant sitting heavy in his palm, and Steve could finally see what the symbol on it was meant to be. A swirling infinity, carved right into the gold.  

Then, without another word, Eddie squeezed his eyes shut, his fingers closing tightly around the amulet. He screwed his face up in concentration, the tip of his tongue poking out from between his lips, as his fist began to glow with a mystical light.

As quickly as it had come the light faded, and there in Eddie’s palm, strung on the same length of leather cord, was no longer the pendant, but two polished rings. 

One silver, one gold.

“I know this is fast, and more than a little insane. And I wouldn’t blame you if you wanted to leave this place and never look back, but I could not live with myself if I didn’t at least ask you to stay. Live here with me, and share my power.”

Steve hesitated, his head swimming. “W-what about Dustin?” 

“He’s free to do as he wishes. He can stay, or he can go.”

“Really?”

“I’m already breaking all the rules for you, sweetheart. And nothing bad has happened so far, so what’s one more? Whatever you decide, we’ll find a way.”

“We?”

A flash of strawberry blonde hair caught Steve’s attention out of the corner of his eye. A girl, who looked to be about his age, bounded into the atrium, her pale pink dress flowing out behind her.

She skidded to a stop right in front of him, cooing as she reached up to pinch his cheek.

“You’re even more adorable in person!”

“Chris,” Eddie whined.

She rolled her eyes. “Sorry, not sorry.”

Eddie threw Steve an apologetic look. “This is Chrissy, she’s my best friend and right hand—everything. She practically lives in the castle library. I wouldn’t know how to do half of what I can do without her.”

Chrissy beamed, winking up at Steve. “There has to be a way for Eddie to control travel to and from the Labyrinth, I just have to find it.”

“I can help with that,” a voice called out from the west archway, the same side Steve had come through when he first arrived.

Robin. 

“What are you doing here?” Steve asked as she made her way to his side.

“I got worried, so I followed you.”

And maybe he should have been annoyed that she didn’t do as he asked, but Steve was too happy to see her familiar face while he was so far out of his depth to care. 

“Have you been eavesdropping this whole time?” He asked warily. 

“Maybe,” she admitted, elbowing him sharply in the side. “Why didn’t you tell me about this ball?”

“There wasn’t exactly time,” he hissed, “a-and I didn’t know…”

“Hi there!” Chrissy’s sudden and very bright, bubbly voice was too loud in the open space as she sidled up to Robin. 

“H-hi,” Robin stuttered out, her face instantly going redder than a ripe tomato.

That was… interesting. 

“You said you could help?” Chrissy asked.

Robin only nodded dumbly, lips parted.

Chrissy giggled, trying to hide it behind her hand. “Can you read goblin?”

Robin swallowed audibly. “Y-yeah, I’m good with languages.”

“Great!” Chrissy took Robin by the arm, winding it through her own and immediately began to lead her away. “Come on, I’ll show you around.” 

Robin looked back at Steve wide-eyed, mouthing silently, “oh my god, she’s so hot!”

Steve gave her a little finger wave, glancing over at Eddie who seemed equally amused, both of them stifling a snicker as they watched the two girls go.

“So, what do you say?” Eddie asked when they were alone again. 

“Can I have a little time?”

“Of course. Take as much time as you need.” Eddie carefully pulled the necklace back over his head, the two rings tinkling lightly as they fell together against his chest. 

Steve couldn’t help staring at the twin pieces of jewelry, the shining promise of a new life, if he decided to take it. “It’s a lot to think about.”

Eddie shrugged, his mouth curling into a crooked smile as he raised a hand to gently cup Steve’s cheek.

“It’s only forever.”

Steve took a long walk around the grounds to clear his head, eventually finding Dustin sitting in the back garden, sprawled out on the lush grass, soaking in the last of the day’s fading sunlight.

He settled down on the ground next to the younger boy and gazed out at all the greenery and colorful trees. It was beautiful here, and now that he knew they were safe, that in reality he and Dustin had both been safe all along, being in this place no longer filled him with dread. Instead he felt a strong sense of inner peace. Like maybe, after a lifetime of pretending to be something he wasn’t, he’d finally found where he belonged.

“So…” Dustin prompted after a long moment of silence between them.

“Hmm?” Steve hummed absently, a little lost in his own head trying to figure out how to broach the topic of one or both of them uprooting their entire life for a fantasy world. No matter how he thought about wording it, it sounded completely nuts.

“What do you mean, hmm?” Dustin scoffed. “Did you take Eddie’s offer? Are you going to stay here with him?”

Steve snapped his head to the side, gaping at his brother. “You knew he was going to ask me?!”

Dustin nodded, chuckling a little to himself. “He came to talk to me a little while ago and said the deal was off. He wanted my permission, or blessing, or whatever to ask you to stay with him. I said no way in hell, of course. I mean, sure I've been having a good time playing with the goblins, and this place is really cool, but… I didn’t understand what changed. He said he’d fallen in love with you.” 

“I still refused, told him that was his problem, but then he—” Dustin held out his palm, tongue between his teeth in mock concentration as he mimed the way Eddie rolled his crystal ball over his hand, “showed me the two of you at this masquerade ball.”

“Oh my god,” Steve groaned, feeling his entire face flush.

Here he was worried about how he was going to explain falling for the boy who’d kidnapped his brother, and Eddie had already shown him more than he ever needed to see. 

“What’s wrong with you—oh.” Dustin scrunched his nose up in disgust. “Eww! No, he didn’t show me any of that. But I did see you smiling and dancing together. And the way you were looking at him… Steve, I’ve never seen you look so happy. I told him I still didn’t think you’d go for it, but that he was welcome to ask.”

“I didn’t answer him yet,” Steve admitted, quietly.

Dustin grinned. “That’s not a no.”

“No, it’s not a no.” Steve couldn’t help returning his brother’s smile, though his own was a little more reserved. “But it’s not a yes either.”

“Do you want to say yes?”

Steve looked down with a shrug, tucking his knees into his chest. “What about you, Dusty?”

“Don’t worry about me. Just this once, don’t worry about what anyone else wants, or thinks you should do. What do you, Steve Harrington, want?”

“I want… him. I know it’s crazy but I think I fell in love with him too, and I—I like it here. There’s nothing for me back home. Mom and dad… I'm just a failure to them now, they won’t care if I'm gone.” Steve took a deep, steadying breath, raising his head to meet Dustin’s eye’s again. “I want to stay.”

“Good. I’m happy for you, big bro.”

“What about you?”

“Part of me wants to stay too. It would be so cool to live here with you and Eddie and the guys, but—”

Steve raised an eyebrow. “The guys?”

“Yeah! I made friends with these awesome goblins. They even let me give them names I could pronounce—Mike, Lucas, and Will! I've been teaching them all kinds of games. I think I could have them ready for D&D in no time if I stuck around. But… I have to go back. Mom and dad… I know they’re not always the best parents but we can’t both abandon them. And I'm only thirteen, I should really finish school. And obviously I can’t leave my Suzie-poo behind.”

“Suzie?” Steve asked.

“My girlfriend from summer camp? Seriously, Steve?! Do you ever listen when I tell you things?”

“I didn’t know she was real!”

Dustin pretended to be offended for all of five seconds before the two of them dissolved into hysterical laughter, leaning on each other as the sky continued to darken.

“You gonna go back in there and tell him?” Dustin asked.

“Maybe I should let him sweat it for a little while, what do you think?”

“He deserves it, honestly.” 

Steve pushed himself to his feet, offering his little brother a hand up.

“Does this mean we’ll never see each other again?” Dustin asked, his voice smaller and sadder than Steve had ever heard it.

“Oh, buddy,” Steve pulled the younger boy in for another bone-crushing hug. “I’d never let that happen. I promise.”

Chapter 8: Home At Last

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