#monsterfucking sex ed

[monstrousdesirestudy]

“Three tickets to Challengers please!”

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What’s the context, baby?👇

Okay I know that this meme is kinda obscure and niche BUT the above photos are of Oscar Wilde (The Picture of Dorian Gray), Bram Stoker (Dracula), and Florence Balcombe. The three of them had a complicated and strange relationship with Florence first being Oscar Wilde’s beau until Stoker (a friend of Wildes) snatched her away from Wilde and married her all without Wilde or their friends knowing.

Wilde and Stoker had a homoerotic rivalry for much of their relationship in which they participated in triangulated homosocial relationships, vying for the attention of not one but TWO different people: Florence Balcombe and Sir Henry Irving (an idol of Wilde’s).

It is theorized that Stoker and Wilde’s relationship, as well as Wilde’s public trial after he was accused of sodomy, profoundly affected Stoker and his writing of Dracula. In fact, he wrote Dracula 1 month after Wilde was convicted.

Read more about the gay legacy of Dracula 👈

[biscuitdragonwithastick]

Parasite Kink, A Poorly Written Essay

I'm not sure how interested y'all are in an introspective essay of my parasite kink, but it's 12 AM and I got class tomorrow. I might as well.

Monsterfucker, as far as the word goes, is an umbrella term for sexual interest in non-human entities. In my opinion, the spectrum of Monterfuckery goes from nonhumanoids (tentacles, plants, insects, cosmic horrors, etc), (humanoids (werewolves, vampires, demons, robots, etc) and the very-humanoids (catboys, hucows, etc). All one needs to be a Monsterfucker is to have an interest in something distinctly nonhuman, whether that be through clear visual means or subtle mental and physical.

To that extent, parasites are a beloved monster of us fuckers, but rarely get the love they so deserve. Why is that? Well, across all monsters, parasites hold their own tropes that get covered just as well by others:

Want to be unknowingly corrupted against your will by a powerful foe that has no interest in your wellbeing? Demons, Cosmic horrors, Aliens, etc. got you covered.

Want to become a host to a growing population of critters within your womb? Any and all monsters can cover that front.

But what about carrying a disease that can be spread onto others, through sexual means with sexual side effects? Parasites are the only monsters that cover this within the Monsterfucker niche. (Though if you're willing to spread the Monsterfucker umbrella a little further, you got your Mad Scientist. But we're not talking about them here.) Regardless of prelude, you can have your Demons infect infect others with demonic STD's, an outbreak of tentacle monsters that can only survive within the innards of unsuspecting individuals, or even a lycanthropy parasite.

Though, that brings up the divide of the parasitism kink. On its own, it's a bit of an umbrella term as well. I personally count sex disease and parasites under the same niche (corruption and spread being the forefront of the appeal). Along with further division: its purpose.

Does it originate from a specific monster/place? A divine being looking to create worshipers regardless of consent? An asteroid some hapless individual happened to stumble upon? An insect species that only needs you for your body to grow its population?

Does it exist as a disease to take over the mind and body? Turn individuals into mooing cows that'll fuck themselves on the phallic object? Is it a demonic infestation to turn humans into proper cum factories?

Is the parasite mainly for spreading or corrupting? Is the victim unaware of their parasite? Do they care at all? Do they fight its corruption? Can they do it successfully?

Does the parasite want? Or is it as mindless as any virus in the real world?

All these questions. Because parasites are a rather vague monster. They can take on any origin and lore you could ever want. Though all monsters can have those similar qualities. However, monsters on their own don't take on the parasitism quality by default. But that's what makes monsters so lovely anyways. The ability to adapt them to your specific desires is what makes writing about them so fun. Why writing smut is so fun.

All this to say my enjoyment of parasites comes from my love of corruption of the self mixed with the corruption of others. A permanent change made against ones will by something using you for its own means while also focusing on changing others.

[psychobootyshorts]

It's always when I open my socials around children that the monster fuckers post and I have to yeet my phone.

[ghostalservice]

Tagged by @xoxoemynn and @spirker (and @soupbtch literally while I was writing this!!) to share my favorite fics I've written! What a lovely meme!!!

I have sixty OFMD fics published for a total of over 700k words in this fandom (with another 100k at least dropping for AUgust....) and if I listed every one I loved I would be here for hours SO. Let's do a few per category??

THE BIG BOYS

Wanna Fly Away, my collab with Petrichorca, is my most beloved work and the most complex, personal, and honest thing I've written. It's an alien!Stede AU based on the Animorphs universe, and it explores gender and identity and community and what we owe each other and ourselves and. I love it. 180k, E.

The Squssyverse, my collab with @zombee, is 70k of tentacles, worldbuilding, mythology, ocean shit and gender fuckery, and it's one of the richest worlds I've ever been a part of building. Also.... it's INCREDIBLY SEXY. 70k, E

2. THE WEIRD BOYS

I write a lot of monsterfucking and monsterloving because of queer reasons and also it's FUN and it's HOT, so. Here's my favorites of those!

The First Wave, my mer!Stede/Selkie!Ed collab with @nonplayer-character, is full of sweetness and weird bits and my favorite OC i have ever met! 10k, E

A Latent Spring, my tree!Ed collab with @swashbuckling-sweethearts, is weird and wonderful and about what it means to change and grow and also fuck a tree. THE ART IS SO GOOD AND THE MAGIC IS SO FUN. 31k, E

The Curse of Iphigenia, my giant sea god!Ed/mer!Stede fic, was written in 30 wild hours, many of which were at work, and is one of the silliest, most fun universes I've written and i LOVE IT. Featuring a really fun cameo, too. 8.5k, E

Come Hither Gleam is perhaps my most ridiculous fic—Yeti!Stede and Sandman!Ed who also happen to be X-Files style investigators. Also, there's sex pollen. Sort of. 6.7k, E

(if you like these, subscribe to me on ao3 because there is MORE COMING YOUR WAY FOR AU-GUST)

3. HUMAN AUS

Checking it Twice, my learn-to-fuck fic, is my most traditionally kinky fics. Sweet, hot, featuring a list and some lace. 14k, E

Mighty Real, my pride fic, is all about the many different ways pride hits—and how it can kind of hit in all of them at once. Also, dildo parachutes and dick bubble wrap. I contain multitudes. The sequel is also a HUGE FAVE OF MINE. 15.5k, E

Man is a Giddy Thing, a post-apocalyptic radio theatre AU, is one that I love and that some of my favorite people in this fandom say they love best of my work. It's a strange one, but I've very proud of it. 10k, E

4. MULTI-PERSON COLLABS

Choose Your Own Adventure: Reunion! was maybe the coolest project I've been part of in fandom, ever? over forty scenes, 17 authors, SO MANY ART PIECES, and over a hundred ways the story could go. If you haven't checked this out, DO IT. 44k, E

5. CANONVERSE

Take It Slow (Hold Me Close) is a sweet little coda to 2.05, and I think it's one of the best things I've written, actually? 1.6k, T

Um. That's like. only 18% of my fics. I tag @trans-top-stede @swashbuckling-sweethearts @thetardigrape @gaypiratebrainrot @morethanslightly @dracothelizard and @mxmollusca!

[dame-zoom-a-lot]

Boba

For @steddiesmuttyseptember week 4 Prompts: breeding kink | slap | loud | vibrator

Tags: Breeding kink if you squint, Soft Dom Eddie Munson, Brat Steve Harrington, Brat Enabler Eddie Munson, Weird Biology, Human/Monster Romance, Monster Eddie Munson, Monsterfucker Steve Harrington, Getting Slapped with a Dildo Beta: @stervrucht Inspired by the podcast section in Lydia135's "if you need me, let me know, gonna be around". The entire series is so GOOD. I was knocking the 'brat enabler' concept around in my head after reading this section and I hope I've done it some justice. Rating: E Ao3 Link

“How does this even work? You literally can’t get pregnant?”

“Look,” Robin sighs deeply. “It’s not about actually getting pregnant. I can’t even keep a plant alive. Why the fuck would I ever want to be a mother?”

“Then what is it about then?” Steve asks, nose wrinkling. “And why do you need this… squirting thing?”

“It’s about the fantasy!” Robin exclaims. “It’s about thinking about getting changed. It’s just… it’s hot ok? Eddie! Back me up here!”

“Oh, I’m sorry. I thought I was in time out for stating correctly that breeding kink is just normal sex,” Eddie says from the couch, carefully lifting the page of his book with his knuckles to avoid tearing the paper with the sharp claws he has now.

“Ugh, talk about hypocrisy,” Robin says, lightly rapping her knuckles on Steve’s head. “You have a stabbing kink!”

“And? At least with my stabbing kink, I actually want to get stabbed. Right babe?” Steve calls out to Eddie.

Eddie wiggles his talons, grinning delightedly.

“Ugh, you’re perfect for each other. Never break up. Keep that shit contained from the population.” Robin presses her fingers to her eyes. “We are going to discuss this again when I’ve had more time to articulate my correct position. But, the point is, you have to get this with me dingus. I need the discount!”

“Can’t you just get all your girlfriends to buy one each?”

“We’re going to share,” Robin pouts. “And I’d have maybe ten dollars in my bank account after this and that’s with the group discount.”

“And you want me to enable you to buy this expensive-ass breeder dildo?”

“Yes! As you should! As my best friend!” Robin gestures so hard that she knocks her water bottle over. She bangs down on the the table for good measure. Eowyn the husky makes a deeply aggrieved huff and leaves the living room, making as much noise as possible. “See?! Eowyn agrees!”

“Eowyn just thinks you’re being loud and annoying,” Eddie says. “But, Stevie, darling, Birdie’s got a point. Who are you to deny her highness her fated sex-toy fueled bankruptcy?”

“Are you serious Eddie? This thing is like eighty dollars!” Steve sputters.

“Please Steve pleeeeease?” Robin begs.

Steve is getting assaulted by puppy dog eyes from both the side (Robin) and the back (Eddie). There’s only so much he can tolerate. He sighs. “Alright. I’ll get this stupid thing with you. But when you end up moving in with us because you can’t make rent, I’m going to tell you I told you so like a billion times.”

Robin squeals and kind of crushes him into the table with an over-enthusiastic hug.

Eddie throws him over his shoulder and marches him into their bedroom the moment Steve gets home.

“Eds, baby, what,” Steve wiggles, trying to find some sort of balance. “At least let me wash my face first, you menace.”

“Dude. Lay off your routine for one day,” Eddie insists. He throws Steve on their bed. “You’ve got to see this. It’s here!”

“What’s here?”

“The breeder dildo thing Robin made you buy with her?”

“Oh, ok?”

“Did you forget Steve? It’s only been a few weeks!”

“I didn’t… I didn’t know you actually wanted to use the thing,” Steve says laughing. “I thought we’d give it to Robin once she realizes it’s kind of gross to share a toy between partners.”

“Well, I did want to use this thing, my light, vanimelda,” Eddie pauses to lick up and down Steve’s neck. He jumps off the bed to grab something off the drawer. “And it’s here!” Eddie probably meant to hand Steve the toy. But he’s so excited that he kind of chucks it at Steve. The thing bounces off his face to land on his lap.

It’s not like any dildo he’s ever seen before. It’s vaguely phallic, sure. But it looks more like some sort of tentacle. A tube runs through the middle. There’s a pouch attached to the end of the tube. Some sort of a switch and dial dangle off the dildo itself. The pouch is full of some sort of liquid. Steve squeezes the pouch and whatever was in there gets pushed out the toy. It’s more of a sad dribble than the ‘squirt’ the ad promised, but it’s something.

“Ok, so the pouch is to squeeze...the eggy cum and that’s what’s coming out of the dildo?”

“Yep, yep,” Eddie nods.

“And what’s the… dial for?” Steve tries twisting it. He jumps back when the thing whirls to life, spraying fake cum everywhere. It’s loud.

“It’s a vibrator,” Eddie says with a glint in his eyes.

“I see that.” He feels it too. The vibration travels up his inner thighs right to his balls. The wetness feels pleasantly sticky. He was dubious before, but he isn’t anymore. Steve shifts a little and moans. Eddie giggles and pushes the vibrator harder into Steve’s legs right below the crotch.

“Do you see the vision now my love?” Eddie croons. “I’m going to get you nice and open with my tongue while this thing is vibrating against your cock. Then I’m going to put it inside you, still vibrating, while you fuck me. Does that sound good? Would that please you my dearest? My preciousssss?”

“Yes, please, all of that, minus the Gollum voice.”

“Alas, I see that I’m too far ahead of my dear Steve, but one day you’ll see the full vision.”

“Munson, I swear to god, if you make me picture fucking Gollum as I cum—”

“That would hardly be the weirdest thing I’ve done to you so far,” Eddie says, gently tracing the vibrating toy up and down Steve’s inner thigh. “Now, let’s put our hard-earned dollars to use, shall we?”

*********

Steve is on his back, wrists and ankles tied to each other on either side so he’s held open. His hair is still wet from his shower earlier. He has his blindfolds on. He can hear Eddie moving around him, taking his sweet time, occasionally licking him.

“Eddie. Please,” Steve gasps out. He’s been hard for so long it’s getting kind of painful.

“Please what babe? I thought you wanted to get all nice and cleaned up and ready? Weren’t we taking our time?”

“I just wanted to get the work gunk off of me! Not permanently lay splayed out like this!” Eddie laughs. Steve feels Eddie’s palms go up and down his belly. He writhes around, humping at nothing, trying to get any kind of friction on his poor sobbing cock. Then Eddie finally, finally, scratches down his side. Steve moans loudly. “Yes, please, that, again.” He hopes it’s bleeding.

Something soft and slimy slaps him hard on the face. The slime runs down his cheek. Steve pokes his tongue out as far as he can to catch and taste it. There’s something soft and bubbly in it. Steve keens and works his tongue, trying to work more of the thing in his mouth. He wants to swish it around, play with it, figure out what it’s reminding him of. Why does it make him feel so much hotter and worked up?

“Awww Stevie, you just wanted a good cock slapping?” Eddie croons. Something sharp, probably Eddie’s claws, pricks into Steve’s pecs. It hurts just right.

“Yes, yes. Again. Please.” Steve pants. Eddie slaps him with the toy again on the other side of his face. Then the thing gets shoved right into his mouth. Steve can feel Eddie’s cock rubbing against his. Steve sucks the toy hard, mewling. He’s pretty sure he’s drooling all over the pillow. He can feel the toy’s weird custom lube running off his cheeks onto the pillow as well. Laundry’s going to be a bitch. But it’s hard to care about that right now. Eddie’s soft fur rubs against his side. Eddie’s claws at his jugular, holding him in place. And there’s something delightfully slimy and squishy leaking into his mouth and out the side. Why is he getting so hot and bothered by the texture?

Eddie leaves the dildo in Steve’s mouth and moves away. Steve wiggles and whines, blindly looking for Eddie.

“Just a second love. Just a second. Gotta get to your pretty hole,” Eddie says with a reassuring pat on Steve’s exposed belly.

The bed shifts as Eddie moves off the bed then back on. Eddie’s tongue prods at Steve’s asshole. Steve can’t talk–there’s a leaking silicon tentacle in his mouth. Instead, he lifts his ass as much as he can to communicate that Eddie’s tongue should have been in Steve’s asshole yesterday (well, it was there yesterday, but that’s not the point).

Eddie’s particularly messy today. The slobbering, schlep sound of Eddie eating him out is driving Steve insane. He accidentally bites down hard on the very expensive dildo to. Fortunately, the thing holds. A training bead joins Eddie’s tongue, then two. Steve starts pumping his ass against Eddie’s tongue because he needs something bigger than just anal beads and tongues in there now. Eddie sputters and laughs.

“Ok, ok my liege. I did promise,” Eddie tries to pull the toy out of Steve’s mouth. Steve knows he should stop sucking on it. But it feels so good now that he’s gotten used to the silicon-y smell and taste. “Steve, baby, I can’t put this in you if you won’t let me take it.”

Steve keeps sucking.

“You want to keep it in your mouth?”

Steve shakes his head, whining.

“You want it up your ass?”

Steve nods, sucking even harder.

“So no take, only plug?” Eddie’s hands shake. He’s laughing so hard.

Steve knows he’s being impossible. But it tastes so good.

“What if,” Eddie says, running a knuckle up and down Steve’s taint, sending little jolts of pleasure across his inner thighs. “What if, I replace the dildo with my cock, and you can suck me off while I put the dildo up your ass and make it vibrate?”

Oh, that sounds perfect actually. Steve finally lets go of the dildo so Eddie can pull it out. He can’t resist giving it a little suck on its way out. Just a little one, as a treat. There’s a loud pop when Eddie manages to extricate it.

Steve smacks his lips, missing it in his mouth already. Eddie gently eases the toy up his ass. It goes in easily. It’s shorter than Eddie, but much thicker. The novelty of this new type of stretch almost sends Steve over the edge. He flexes his thighs, determined to last at least until Eddie gets his cock into his mouth.

Eddie eases himself in, and it’s heaven, being filled both top and bottom. Steve runs his tongue up and down Eddie’s cock, paying special attention to the sensitive scales that run along the side of Eddie’s dick. Eddie bucks a little, then hisses an apology. Steve can’t tug him deeper into his throat since his hands are tied, or tell him to buck harder, since his mouth is full. He tries to send the message anyway by bobbing his head as much as he can. Eddie gets the message and starts thrusting hard.

Then the dildo up Steve’s ass starts vibrating like Eddie promised. But in Steve’s defense, he was a little distracted by Eddie’s delicious, bumpy cock hitting the back of his throat. Steve almost clamps down on Eddie’s dick in surprise. Eddie squeals when he feels the beginning of Steve’s teeth. Steve manages to right himself.

“You good?” Eddie asks, giggling a little hysterically. Steve nods.

“Not gonna bite my dick off?” Eddie continues. Steve shakes his head.

“Not gonna bite my dick off even if I turn up the vibrations?”

Holy shit. He’s already so close, and he could have sworn that the vibrator was at its max setting already. It’s ripping through all of him from head to toe. But he’s not going to back down from a challenge. Steve opens his mouth wider and loosens his jaws, getting ready the best he can. He shakes his head.

Through the power of love and some other minor miracles, Steve manages to leave Eddie’s dick intact in his mouth as Eddie turns the vibrator up, and up, and up. He shakes with the effort of keeping the dildo inside; of not biting his boyfriend’s cock off. The toy is so loud it nearly drowns out Eddie’s grunts and moans as he chases his own orgasm up and down Steve’s throat. Steve feels perfect, like a thing made to take and give pleasure. He comes at the thought of being used and at the spurt of Eddie’s cum down his mouth. Steve swallows, relishing the slimy texture and the little squishy bits that pop in his mouth. Oh.

Eddie pulls out in a rush when Steve starts choking and sputtering. Steve howls with laughter as soon as his airway is free. Fuck oxygen. He needs to get these feelings out.

“Steve, Steve, talk to me. Did I break you?” Eddie sputters, laughing with Steve now that he’s sure Steve isn’t about to die from choking on his dick.

“No, no, it’s just…” Steve works his jaws. He sounds wrecked. He definitely feels like it too, loose around both his mouth and his ass. Words take so much effort. “I was trying to figure out why that dildo’s custom cum thing felt so nice.”

“Because it’s slimy and wet?”

“Yeah, but it’s also got like… little squishy bits in it.”

“Oh, what? Eww,” Eddie wrinkles his nose.

“No! It’s like eggs! Like tadpoles!”

“You’re really not selling the appeal here Steve,” Eddie says, gently untying Steve’s right wrist from his right ankle.

“Well, your cum’s like that, so,” Steve says, using his freed hand to stroke Eddie’s side.

“What?!”

“Babe, did you not know?”

“Oh, oh my fucking god. I’m never coming down your throat again. No, more than that. I’m doing a celibacy pledge. I’m a monk now. Stevie, you’ll never have to deal with my squishy cum again.” Eddie stops untying Steve to hide his face behind his hands and fluffy hair.

Steve finishes untying himself and tackles Eddie. Eddie squeals as Steve kisses him all over. “Eddie, if you really want to be celibate for the rest of your life, I’ll stay celibate right with you,” Steve says between little pecks and caresses. “But! I’m so into your cum. I’d guzzle it down any day. And judging by how many people want this dildo, I’m not alone.”

Eddie blushes. “You mean that?” He asks quietly.

“100%. You’re perfect. This was lovely.”

“Can I deal some psychic damage though? I thought of something while you were pulling me away from the brink.”

“Ugh, way to ruin the moment.” Steve pouts. “Alright, shoot.”

“So, you said this payload is a lot like my cum right?”

“Yes, and that’s why I liked it so much. Because you’re hot, and smart, and beautiful. I love how everything with you is so different, and this thing reminded me of that and—”

“Right, right! I’m assured now Stevie. So assured. But let me get to the point.”

“Ok?”

“Robin and her harem are all going to be breeding each other using my cum,” Eddie sings out. He cackles when Steve pelts him with their slimy, drool-soaked pillow.

[adagiodummy]

Call me Adagio💗

Use They/he/she/it pronouns on me

19yo Submissive silly bisexual bi-gender transmasc genderqueer aroallo fuckpet princess boy/soft mommydom who wants to make boys cry 💕 :3

Only interested in t4t

[cis queer people may interact RESPECTFULLY. Bringing up my transness as a degradation/bioessentialism thing is an instant block.]

Spam likes/reblogs, and dms [From people ages 18-25] welcome💕

Slut me out in my askbox please

Cute boys describe how you'll hump my thighs

This is a sideblog. I like/follow from @h******ig

[if I reblog sfw posts on this blog it is an accident and I am so sorry please look away]

Anon tags: 🌀,🐚, 🌔, 🪐, 🪶

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Hard Limits and DNI:

MINORS. I DO NOT CONSENT TO INTERACTING WITH YOU.

Cishet men

people with "men dni" in bio [I'm transmasc]

terfs

chasers

beastiality

MAPs

Detrans [if you are looking at me that way/involving me in it]

ED/proana

self harm blogs

30+ years old

stolen porn blogs

anyone who believes bisexuals are "less queer" or believes in "gold star lesbians." I'm a bisexual transmasc and I'm a dyke. Die mad about it.

[Won't hesitate to block and report you if you're 50+ I could literally be your grandchild and I've asked you not to interact]

ALSO DNI [but just for my personal health and safety] Blogs that post : gore, knifeplay, bioessentialism in all forms [includes patriarchy and trans supremacy kink,] dykebreaking/orientation play, raceplay [full respect to poc who find comfort in it, but it makes me uncomfortable]

Hard Limits: anything listed in my DNI, abandonment play, detrans, orientation play, referring to your genitals with pronouns, body mod, calling me "useless", public sex, blood blood and have I mentioned blood, and also needles. I have a phobia and this will immediately trigger an anxiety attack.

Only With Explicit Consent: being called "fucktoy", references to my weight/size, sending pictures, using she/her pronouns for me

Age in bio or get blocked.

My safeword is Sterling or simply ❌❌❌

Whether you find it sexy or not is irrelevant to me. Consent is necessary.

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Kinks under the cut

💗Petplay, breeding, impact play, hypnosis, praise, degradation, somno, cnc, bondage, monsterfucking, hucow, royalty, corruption, dumbification, free use, humiliation, tentacles, dacryphilia, edging, body worship + other kinks I pick up along the way

💗I like most petnames; throw stuff against the wall, and if it doesn't stick, I'll let you know

💗As for titles, both masculine and feminine titles work.

[caseythebunnyboy]

! MINORS, HOMO/TRANSPHOBES, TERFS/RADFEM, PRO-ANA, DETRANS/MISGENDER KINK, STRAIGHT MEN, STRAIGHT WOMEN & LESBIAN ONLY BLOGS DO NOT INTERACT !

!! WARNING !! this blog will contain hardcore kinks. please don't scroll through my blog if you are sensitive to these things, prioritize yourself.

hello, my name is casey! iam an 18 y/o, 5'4, south-east asian trans boy (he/him exclusively) that is going to be running this tumblr blog! im a bottom switch, which means that i prefer to be the one getting penetrated, but i can be both dom and/or sub while doing so.

taken emoji anons: 🗝️ || 🚂 || 🧸 || 🍅 || 👁️ || 🐺 || 🐦 || 🏹 || 🥀 || 🍡 || 🎸 || 👑🖤 ||

what i will be posting: mainly kinky text posts, nsfw art of myself, and sometimes ill show off my body in a nice outfit when im feeling more confident!

rules & info:

if you cross my boundaries 3 times, i will block you, no exceptions. depending on the severity of the crossing, i might block you instantly with no second chances.

if your blog makes me uncomfortable or i get a bad feeling from it, im blocking you.

sexting and roleplaying with me in my dms is allowed, but i will not send photos to you in dms! i dont feel comfortable doing that. so only strictly texting! i am fine with people sending me videos and photos though, but it depends on what you'll send me.

atleast say hi before chatting me, had someone say "worthless cunt" as their first dm and i blocked them lmao, its not hot to me. greeting me first would be nice.

if you are going to sext and/or rp with me, please keep my kink and no-no lists in mind, i have boundaries too.

only those that arent women and arent exclusively attracted to only women are allowed to sext with me. sorry to the women out there who wanted to, but im not attracted to you... but im sure you're still very pretty, and theres many other people who'd want to chat with you!

what to call my genitals: cock, dick, boy cunt, cunt, cunny, boypussy, bunny pussy, wet hole, front hole, little/small/tight hole, needy hole, bunny hole! (please dont call it a vagina, clit or just "pussy" by itself. only calling it a "pussy" without my preferred additions is something i can excuse sometimes, but i dont like it. vagina and clit will get u straight up blocked.)

what to call my chest area: chest. thats it. if you call it tits, boobs, or anything like that i will block you. even if you say "boy tits" or "man boobs" you are still getting blocked. its either you only refer to it as a chest or you never refer to it at all.

inbox and asks are always open! please send me threats of what you'll do to me if you find me, what you want to do to me, and if you got off to anything i post 💜

my kinks: cnc, somno, teacher/student, power imbalance/dynamic, roleplaying, voice kink, degrading and/or praising me, dry humping/grinding, humiliation, free use, gangbang, overstim, edging, orgasm control/denial, impact play, begging, namecalling, pet play, watersports, monsterfucking, tentacles, breeding (no preg, makes me dysphoric), creampie (also no preg, same reason), cum dump, bondage, shibari, being punished, manhandling, size kink, treating me like your toy, making me into a sex slave, being protective/possessive, dumbification, claiming, jealous/angry sex, rough sex, and teasing. (theres prob alot more but theres so many that i forget lol)

kinks that are hard no's: feet, knife/gunplay, feeder/feedee, ed, choking, scat, vomit, age play, misgendering kink, detrans kink, calling me any term mainly used for women (good girl, queen, princess, babygirl, using she/her for me), drug play, bioessentialism, pregnancy, forced feminization, and gore.

things i like being called: baby boy, bunny boy, little bunny, little boy, cunt boy, bunny, bun bun

tags: #casey ★ grumbling for little (often nsfw) text posts/rambles/thoughts that i dont think are interesting enough to be in other tags, #casey ★ mumbling for text posts, #casey ★ answering for ask posts, #casey ★ doodling for drawings, #casey ★ peeking for body pictures, #casey ★ speaking for important announcements/posts, and #casey ★ sharing for reblogs!

also! this is all a fantasy, i do not actually want this to happen to me. consent and safety is very important in kink, sex and bdsm. i do not condone these actions being done unconsensually.

thats all! i hope my blog can make your dicks throb 💜

[monstrousdesirestudy]

I had so much FUN talking to Dr. Justin Lehmiller about the science of monster fuckers on his podcast Sex & Psychology!! You can check out part 1 of the episode on all podcast streaming platforms to hear us chat about all things sexy monsters 😈

[edwardteachswombtattoo]

Ed's gun. Ed's fucking gun.

Hey, I realized no one seems to have brought this up so...I'm doing it? Buckle up, folks.

So one of the first times (if not The First Time) we see Ed's gun, it's when Stede is picturing Blackbeard and we get the slow panning shot with Blackbeard's gun kind of...hanging there? In what is (probably) meant to be very obvious phallic imagery? Stede doesn't even know Ed yet and he's already thinking about [REDACTED], why has no one written a meta about Stede being so fucking sexually repressed that he wants to sloppy the guy with glowing red eyes and a head made of smoke? Monsterfucker Stede truthers rise up.

Anyway!!! That isn't the only instance of Ed's gun being Important, centered in a scene, potentially phallic imagery, etc.

We also have this scene here.

Homoerotic looting. And Stede's love of books. If Stede had been Belle in Beauty and the Beast he would have been so fucking disappointed when the Beast turned back into some guy.

And this..during their first ever meeting.

POV: You're the Gentleman Pirate and Edward Teach is about to show you his top tier strap game.

And the iconic "Stab me!" scene, which is...

Look. I know this is a BTS picture and not an official scene, but can we please take a moment and notice the gun placement? Please? Okay.

Can't believe Stede and Ed had hot gay sex on screen before they even kissed, iconic.

Ed also gives his weapons to Stede during the clothing switch (which is important for my next point). And my next point?

Is that Ed's fucking gun??? The one Stede's using? As far as we know, only two people have used Ed's gun (other than Ed himself): Stede and Izzy. Stede had it (without using it) during the clothing swap and now he's using it here. Izzy is (potentially, unless Izzy has a gun in which case this meta is about to careen off in a different direction), using Ed's gun at the end of Season 1.

T4T Hot Topic girlfriends.

All this to say that Ed's gun is Important. Stede having it is Important. The way it's always placed in the narrative, to represent sexuality or protection or being vulnerable, the way Ed idly touches his gun (and knife) when he's just standing around. And who does Ed trust with it in Season Two?

This guy!

I've already written a little thing about this here, but to expand: I think the gun might represent a part of Ed's Self. But wait!! you shout. What about the red silk?

The red silk is Ed's heart. In the same way the petrified orange is (likely) Stede's heart, or at least a part of it. There are multiple items in the show that could represent Stede's heart/Self (the model ship, maybe the cravat) or parts of it. Ed's gun is more likely a part of Self. His Blackbeard Self maybe. And if I may spin off into the stratosphere for a moment, just go a bit silly.

I think Blackbeard (as an abstract, as a concept) is meant to represent a lot of things in the narrative. Masculinity, a protective persona, sexuality, etc. It can be many things for many different people (Ed, Izzy, etc.) because it is essentially an abstract of Ed's Self. What does Ed do when he's feeling hurt and vulnerable? He goes full Blackbeard, survival mode. Loads himself up with guns just like the depiction in Stede's book, especially over his heart. No one can break your heart if they can't touch it, right?

Right?

"Your Honor, the only thing he's guilty of stealing is...my heart!" --Stede, probably

But what if someone already knows your heart? What if they've touched it? What if you trust them with the part of Self you've been using to protect it? Vulnerable, letting your walls down, giving them a part of your Self and trusting them not to use it against you? Protecting them with it?

Ed doesn't trust Stede with his heart, but he knows Stede would never hurt him with this gun because he gave it to Stede before, turned his back on Stede even and he knows Stede would never harm him with it.

And Stede...

Shirt open. Vulnerable. Chest exposed. Gunshot wound. You see what I'm getting at?

It's interesting, right? Ed trying to protect his heart, while Stede is leaving his open? But Ed also giving Stede his gun? It's almost like trust (building and rebuilding) is going to be a big part of Season 2. But you know what else is probably going to be a big part of Season 2? Self. Identity. Ed giving his gun (a part of Self) to Stede, leaving himself just a bit more open (the trust is there, it's still there, Stede broke his heart but Ed still trusts him in some small ways with other parts of him. Not his heart, but other parts).

Also Stede using Ed's gun is super fucking homoerotic. I'm sorry, but it is. Like if nothing else in this turns out to be relevant, Stede using Ed's gun is so fucking homoerotic.

Fellas, is it gay to take a phallic object (gun) off your ex-shipmate and use it to shoot a British naval officer while running dramatically across a beach?

[pinheadspinhead]

Introduction Post :)

Hello!! Please call me X. I'm a trans gay man and pretty much only attracted to transmascs. My pronouns are he/him. I've been on T since 2019 and got top surgery in 2024.

I post usually about tying someone up and sucking dick. I post quite a bit about cnc and use the f slur pretty commonly, but I will tag everything in case anyone doesn't want to see it. (list of tags under the cut)

I am also in a committed monogamous relationship, so I will not answer dms

DNI + List of kinks and tags below :^)

DNI

Cis people please do not interact.

Anyone I see in my notifications who does not have an age over 18 in their bio or an introduction post will be blocked. Blogs that say "adult/over 18/etc." will be blocked. Blogs that say "20s" will also be blocked. ("30s" and up are fine tbh. don't really expect a teenager to lie abt being that old).

I've gotten a few systems in my notifications. I would at least like the host's age or the alters' running the accounts ages in the bio as well as alters that are minors not interacting when possible.

Minors are welcome to browse, I think it's fine to look at porn in safe and responsible ways, but please DO NOT like or reblog my posts, send me asks or dms, or follow this blog. You are welcome to view my blog as long as you do not appear in my notifications. If you do view my blog, I encourage you to seek out resources like contraceptives and education on things like aftercare and BDSM safety. Also, please keep in mind that this is blog is not a good representation of sex.

Blogs centered around non-sexual age regression please don't interact. No hate, I would just prefer not to see littles in my porn notifications.

Men DNI blogs. I am a man and I would really appreciate not being put on sapphic blogs as a trans man, thank you.

Harry Potter fans stay away from me your favourite author wants me dead or in prison and i think you're ridiculous for caring more about books than people. I will block you without even thinking about it.

People who openly post about ED or SH. Please seek help. The communities you are in are very harmful to yourself and others and they are absolutely not indicative of any sort of popular beliefs. This content is extremely triggering and I absolutely will not tolerate it if I see it.

There are also certain kinks and fetishes that make me a little uncomfortable and I would appreciate if blogs centered around those fetishes do not interact with me. These include:

Ageplay

DDLG

Feederism

Chasers

Detransition/Fakeboy

Dom men who post extensively about violent fantasies involving women

(This list may grow over time)

An Incomplete list of kinks I enjoy:

Bondage/Rope Play/Gags

Monsterfucking & Vampires

Priests lol

Pirates, Cowboys, Period Clothes

Mugging/Kidnapping Fantasies

Choking/Impact Play

CNC

Degrading

Threesomes/Orgies/Gangbangs/Spitroasts

Intoxication

Free Use

Dry Humping

Exhibitionism

Knifeplay

Tags

I tag everything with the same few generic tags. I only really tag for the sake of content warnings in case there's something someone doesn't want to see. I don't tag my content warnings without "ftm" in front of them because I do not want cis people interacting with me.

Ftm Intox

Ftm Cnc

Ftm Free Use

F slur

Ftm Knifeplay

That's all for now :) I'll update this post as I think of more things :)

[softavielovesithard]

PINNED POST. READ IT. BITCH. [In process of updating!!!!]

[Minors. Ageless blogs, blank blogs, and anyone discovered to be doing predator shit will be blocked (and reported, in a few of those cases]

Don't worry, I'm not gonna do that early tumblr thing where I type in all caps and call you a motherfucker every other sentence.

Hello, all! I'm Avie, a 31 year old nonbinary, switch, polyamorous, futchy dyke with raging AuDHD and Problematic Kinks ™️. This is a hard kink blog. Some of the contents *will* make you uncomfortable. And that's okay! If it's too much you can block me, I'm not worried about it. That being said, what you're not going to do is send me asks telling me that I'm a danger to "real lesbians' and you hope I get raped for real. Yeah, it's happened, and if you're someone who thinks that's okay to do, you need to take a long look in the mirror and ask yourself what the fuck is wrong with you. Kink is kink. Kinks between enthusiastically consenting adults are fine. If you can't handle that, don't call yourself kink positive, and don't enter kinky spaces because you're clearly not mature enough to be there.

Now that I've said that, let's jump into some of the kinks you'll find on this blog. Some of these I'd like to explore in a kink setting some day, others are strictly fantasy. Which is my business, don't assume:

Orientation play - Could be anything from being gay and trans to being ace, though I'm not into the "being fixed" flavor. Not into misgendering/detransition kinks.

CNC - soft and hard

Rape play

Ageplay

Age gaps (I like older people. Reminder that I'm *31* so like, 40+ is very hot to me)

Incest play (older brother, father, uncle, grandpa? Maybe?)

Forced to cheat (this is new and I'm still figuring it out)

Being made to enjoy forced stuff

Piss!!!

Breeding and creampies

Gentle, affectionate degradation/pet names

Public sex, especially on public transit and in nature

Intox play

Monsterfucking - werewolves, tentacles, and ghosts being the big ones, but not the only ones.

Size different/size queen shit

Fucked while on the phone

Fucked by customers (long-suffering retail worker), doctors, older friends/bosses, anyone who has some authority over me.

Autism-friendly play (see * on Hard No list)

As you can see, some decently hard shit. Again, if you don't like, just block me. Despite these kinks, I'm a pretty soft person. I like it when forcing me to feel pleasure and enjoyment in things I shouldn't is at the root of these kinks, not hate or degradation. So here is my list of shit I'm *not* into:

Harsh/mean degradation

Being called worthless, stupid, etc. Lovingly saying I'm going dumb from pleasure is okay.

Misogyny, patriarchy, white supremacy.

Cutting, bruising, face slapping, beating, choking, suffocation via head until water, burning/branding, knives or guns, genital mutilation...you get the picture. The only pain I'm into is the pain of an initial, too-big stretch, but even that needs to end in pleasure. I live with chronic pain, I don't want to deal with pain in kink, too.

Scat, vomit, spit, swallowing semen

Total loss of autonomy

* anything like being forced to look you in the eyes, sensory overstimulation, taking advantage of me during meltdowns, removing comfort items, making me eat/taste things I'm averse to.

Weight/food/ED stuff

Pregnancy! Pregnancy risk is hot, breeding is hot, but actual pregnancy kink toward me is a Hard No

Bloggers beware: pro-ana/pro-ed/fatphobic blogs will be blocked immediately

Basically, I like hard kinks coming from soft places. Is that a contradiction? I don't really think so.

I welcome and LOVE talking to others! I like being a slut! That being said:

I prefer asks over dms. I repeat, I PREFER ASKS OVER DMS.

Asks can be about anything! Scenarios, fantasies, questions, anything. Again, I like openly being a slut lol

If you dm me "hey," if we're talking and I'm doing all the work to maintain the convo, if you ask me for pics (I'll give them out if I feel like it, not on request), if you're younger than 25, if you violate my boundaries - depending on the situation I'll ignore/delete it or possibly block you.

You're allowed to send pics and vids at any point, no need to ask! Also in looove with piss gifs/videos, but if you're going to send me one (yes please) I'm begging you to drink water first. Hydrate, babes!

...okay, I think that's everything. Sorry for the long as fuck post! Once more, if it's clear you haven't read my pinned I'm gonna block you. You need to learn how to respect boundaries if you're going to do, well, anything in life, but especially being in kinky communities. If you can't even read one post, you don't belong here.

Have fun, send me naughty shit!!

~ Avie

[blackbeardkitten]

Superluminal Entanglement - fic by @queenclio and art by @blackbeardautism

Steddyhands, Rated E, Complete.

Sci-fi AU, Action & Adventure/Drama/Romance, Astronauts, Aliens, Alien Sex, Monsterfucking, Soulmates (Kinda), Discussions of Free Will

Edward Teach is an astronaut famous for his long solo flights for NASA. Three years into his longest mission yet, he receives a strange transmission from an unknown source: a mysterious alien named Stede. Neither NASA nor the US Space Force is interested in tangling with an alien threat, so when Ed goes AWOL to find Stede, he’s suddenly at odds with a lot of powerful people. Ethnolinguist Izzy Hands—Ed’s old flame— and NASA’s rogue Mission Control crew are left scrambling to save them both.

or, a Steddyhands monsterfucking AU in space.

So excited to share my art at last for the @ofmd-reverse-bang 2023! Amelia @queenclio was an absolute joy, we were vibing from day one shooting inspo back and forth for dayssss. Her end product with this fic had me in tears several times and so inspired that I made a whopping 6 pieces of art by the end! Under the banner (second image) is the original piece that started it all. If you are at all into sci-fi, don’t miss this one!!

Super special behind the scenes alien design under the cut!

[transpecter]

Please Read!

-im G, i'm queer (heavily prefer mascs/men, but ladies and lady-adjacents are welcome to try and flirt) and trans, pronouns are he/him, i'm a vers switch x

my cashapp is $GTranspecter in case anyone wants to donate, completely optional though. if you have any audio or writing requests that's where you'd put em x

🚫DNI: detrans/misgendering, ddlg/ageplay, raceplay, incest, ED/thinspo, terfs/swerfs, CISHET MEN AND WLW ONLY/MEN DNI BLOGS! If you follow me and all you post is straight porn and have no description or anything, i may block without warning.

RELATIVE AGE IN BIO OR GET BLOCKED

✨YES PLEASE:

-pleaaase send dirty asks, submissions, dms, anon or not, please don't be shy! i fucking love hearing how much i turn you on xxx

-please send me your fantasies, about me or in general.

✨KINKS (big ones are bolded):

-cum/breeding (receiving, no preg!) -consensual somnophilia (receiving/giving) -bondage (receiving) -CNC (receiving/rarely giving) (i will not post about it as it may be triggering to people but you can send me asks (that i will not post publicly but will find hot) or dms involving cnc content.) -light intox play (weed only, no forced intox) -overstim (giving/receiving) -monsterfucking (receiving) -praise (giving/receiving) -orgasm denial (giving) -light petplay (puppy) -spanking (giving/receiving) (If you want to send me something not on this list shoot me an ask or dm first asking!)

✨TERMS:

For me, please use: boy, good boy (!!!), pretty boy, puppy/puppyboy sweetheart, love, baby/babe, whore, fag/faggot, slut, sir (for you or me), pretty, handsome, cute, sexy

For my body: (boy)cunt, hole, (t)dick/(t)cock, (boy)tits, chest, (boy)pussy

🚫DON'T:

-call me a woman despite knowing I am a trans man. i get that my posts dont always communicate my identity but i can tell when youre being disrespectful.

-send me fetishes im not into without asking.

🚫TURN OFFS:

-misgendering/detrans -scat/piss -extreme painplay -feet -gore/trauma -pregnancy -i won't block you, but bad grammar while sexting. i don't know why, but it annoys me. this is like a legitimate turn off, not a hard limit. if we're just chatting then you can do whatever. -do not ever send me fauxcest content. i have personal experience with it and it's incredibly triggering. if you do it i'll block you immediately.

🚫TERMS: For me: daddy (ill use it for you if you ask, dont call me that), any other feminine terms

For my body: extra hole, clit, vagina, penis (does anyone actually use these last 2 during sex?) (I may use clit for myself rarely. do not use it for me.)

Thank you, and please enjoy! xxx

[captinkirc]

i wanna fucking tear you apart PT. 3 (demon!eddie munson x steve harrington)  18+ only

Summary: Steve Harrington and the no-good-horrible-bad day : or in other words, Steve was absolutely on his last leg. Exhausted, both mentally and physically, Steve gets his first taste in a long time of how it feels to have someone else take care of him for once. Like Eddie wouldn’t do anything for him regardless.  

Word Count: 11k  

[content warnings: swearing, demon/incubus!eddie, hurt/comfort, coming out, slurs and name calling, gay sex, slight gay crisis, praise!kink, Monsterfucker!Steve, sub!Steve, overstimulation, feminization, breeding!kink, violence, Jason lives only because I don’t like him and want to put him through it again]

Notes: Hi ya'll! I’ve returned? Sort of? I got the itch to write more on this fic, and the idea for this had just been sitting waiting for me to finally get back to it. Let this be a reminder to make sure to take time to take care of yourself and your needs before overloading yourself! I hope you enjoy!

taglist: @yesloverboy​ @stuckybanner​ @op3ncasket​ @roblnwheeler​

PT. 1  PT. 2

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They would find that despite his best efforts, Steve couldn’t quite hold Dustin’s wrath at bay. 

Steve woke up covered in a sheen of sweat and shoved face down into his mattress; solid, heavy weight draped over his back pressing him into the bedding. As the morning light flooded into the room, its intensity forced him to squint — he quietly cursed himself for forgetting to close the curtains last night. Slowly it registered; the tickle of curls along his shoulders, a heavy arm curled securely around his waist, hot air puffing over the back of his neck.

Steve shivered, craning his neck to look back. His shoulders suddenly tweaked in protest, pain flashing down the muscles in his back — a soft groan slipped from his lips and immediately Eddie stirred, a questioning hum rumbling against Steve’s warm skin.

“Too heavy, Eds,” Eddie chuckled, locking his arm tighter around him — Steve groaned, the air punched out of him as Eddie doubled down, dead weight over his back as hot, dry lips pressed along the nape of his neck and up into his hair.

“Get off, you ass!” Steve wheezed, doing his best to wiggle from underneath him as slender fingers teased along his waist. It was a valiant struggle, but Steve was already at a disadvantage; soreness bloomed along his back and limbs as his muscles slowly woke up. Eddie snickered, voice still gravely from heavy sleep.

A few more sneaky squeezes and he finally relented, rolling off and splaying over the bed.

Steve breathed a sign of relief as the air whooshed back into his lungs, and he found himself melting back into the bedding as Eddie’s fingers roamed over the bare expanse of his back, his palm heavy and warm and soothing as it ran along the curve of his spine. 

“Good-morning, Stevie,” Steve heard the sheets shuffle behind him and lips pressed against the slope of his shoulder; he hummed and shifted as well, turning his head towards Eddie as he descended upon him to kiss him sweetly. His eyes fluttered shut, sighing against Eddie’s lips and reaching up to thread his fingers through his mass of sleep-crumpled curls. Steve felt his heart melt a little bit as the peacefulness settled in his chest, washing over him as Eddie curled his hand around the curve of his waist. His breath was hot from sleep and his lips cracked and sinuses stuffy, obvious by the tiny whistle from his nose as it pressed against his cheek, but he couldn’t bring himself to pull away from the blissful security of the moment. 

They finally pulled back to breathe, but Eddie continued to stroke his fingers back and forth along the line of Steve’s jaw, gazing across the pillows at him. Steve’s eyes flicked over his face, not missing the way his paled skin was looking more healthy than the night before, and the dark rings round his eyes seemed to have faded rapidly. 

“Morning,” Steve murmured, pushing a stray curl out of Eddie’s eyes, tucking it behind his ear, “you look better, how do you feel?” Eddie huffed, feigning annoyance but he still smiled despite himself. 

“I think I should be asking you that, angel.” 

Steve watched Eddie’s eyes flit over him, along his neck and shoulders and down to his hips — a rush of heat roiled in his stomach, realizing what he was staring at. He didn’t have to look to know bruises were blooming around his waist, finger shaped splotches around the meat of his hips.  

“I’m okay, just a little sore,” he tried his best to sound nonchalant but the wince that escaped as he shifted onto his side betrayed him — Eddie at least looked apologetic, shuffling forward to help and pull Steve into his arms carefully. They settled again with Steve draped half over him as Eddie laid back, sighing with relief as they relaxed. Once again, those warm hands settled over his spine again and continued softly tracing shapes into his skin and curling up into his hair to massage his scalp. 

Maybe another nap wouldn’t hurt.

Steve felt himself dozing, halfway to sleep when suddenly banging erupted from downstairs, the front door swinging open violently, slamming and rattling against the wall. 

“Steve! Are you up there? Steve?!” 

Dustin. Jesus Christ, save him.

Heavy steps were already barging up the staircase, followed by a crash and cursing as he must have tripped over the furniture that had gotten knocked over the night before. Steve’s heart leapt into his throat.

“Hold on! Gimme a minute!” Steve hollered, struggling as he tried to kick off the twisted sheets from around his calves. Eddie was up in a flash, franticly searching for their discarded clothes from the night before — he managed to chuck Steve his boxers, nearly hitting him in the face with them as he wrestled his own up his thighs. 

The door slammed open just as Steve managed to finally yank his boxers on.

“I can’t believe Robin didn’t call when she left last night, I’m gonna kill her! Where’s Eddie, I didn’t—” Dustin’s eyes finally locked on Eddie behind him, shuffling through Steve’s dresser and pulling on one of his shirts. Silence filled the room — Steve watched as Dustin looked back him, eyes narrowing at the bruising and bite marks along his neck, the obvious rat’s nest his hair must be, the messy bed and clothes strewn across the floor — an indignant scowl spread across his face.

“Ugh, I told you to leave Steve alone!” Dustin pointed an accusatory finger at Eddie. Eddie raised his hands, obviously trying his best to look placating and innocent despite the smirk spreading on his lips. Steve scoffed, turning towards his dresser.

“I don’t need you to protect my honor, dude—”

“Oh and you looking like you got mauled is totally a good thing—”

“Mauled?!”

“I can’t help it that your mom is irresistible —” Steve glowered over at Eddie and yanked a fresh t-shirt over his head. 

“Ugh, gross! Just get dressed, please,” Dustin mimicked throwing up in his mouth, glaring over at them and already turning to head out the door, “You’re lucky we’re running late, and now we’re even more late cause I made Ms. Byers stop here so I could make sure you were still alive, ungrateful….” His voice trailed off as he headed back down the stairs.

“You better be at the shelter today, Harrington! You promised!” and with that, the door slammed shut, leaving the pair in thrumming silence. 

Steve let out a sigh of relief.

“I think your shirt is on inside out, baby.”

“Oh shut up,” Steve groused, grumbling as he tugged the shirt back over his head. Warm hands wrapped around his hips as he struggled to fix the shirt, teasing lips pressing along the back of his neck and successfully distracting him — the feeling of his thumbs sweeping along the dimple in his lower back made his head spin. Steve felt him smile against his skin, so tender and doting that he wondered if he was even aware he was doing it.

He couldn’t help but relax back against Eddie’s chest.

The shift back onto his heels sent a flash of ache up his thighs, and Steve felt himself turning red as it settled in his ass — finally awake enough to feel the deep throb from Eddie’s treatment last night. Eddie’s grin against the nape of his neck stretched wider, cheeky and knowing. Images flashed in Steve’s head, seeing himself from Eddie’s perspective: dark claws pressing into his ass, his eyes glazed over and teary, squirming against the bedding in a mess of his own come. He inhaled unsteadily, heat blooming in his stomach.

Steve looked down, watching as Eddie’s arm shifted into that ashy, burnt black, fingers extending into his sharp claws — he swallowed as they dragged along his stomach. Eddie’s lips pressed against the sensitive spot under his ear, and suddenly Steve was trembling despite himself as he was pulled tight against Eddie’s chest. 

“Look at you,” Eddie murmured softly, “insatiable, aren't you, hm? Maybe I should keep you home all day, keep you in this lovely bed…all to myself…” 

“I can’t…,” Steve did his best to protest even as he let himself be wrapped up, “you heard Dustin, I gotta go help at the shelter today.”

“C’mon, you deserve a day off, huh? Work too hard, baby, lemme take care of you.” Eddie’s palm spread wide over his abdomen, sliding a leisurely, hot path down towards the waistband of Steve’s boxers, claws tucking under the elastic — the anticipation of those claws wrapping around his dick made Steve’s head swim, his knees already feeling weak under his weight.

“Eddie, please.”

“Please what, baby?”

“I — I really need to shower…”

Eddie’s face dropped into Steve’s shoulder, a shuddering, disgruntled groan escaping him. 

“Let me join you at least?”

——————

Of course, the shower took much longer than expected. Not just because Steve was enjoying the warm water easing his aches, but mostly from trying to hurry through his routine while being manhandled against the shower wall with slippery hands groping at his thighs, shoulders, arms, chest, every inch of flesh on display. It didn’t take long for Eddie to have him pinned chest first against the tile, pressed up along his back and kissing along his shoulders, a slick palm wrapping tight around his cock. Steve whimpered, defeated and distracted as he sank into it — not even jolting when his shampoo bottle clattered to the floor.

It took a good forty minutes before they were tumbling out, skin flushed and all wobbling knees. 

Another hour and a half before Steve was dressed and primped enough to even think about leaving the house.

Steve pulled his sneakers on, tightening the laces as Eddie sprawled on his back over the bed. Fingers snuck over the bedding to tuck under the hem of his shirt, tickling his exposed skin.

“Do you reaaally need to go? I’ll be so bored in this big house all by my lonesome, Stevie,” Eddie whined dramatically, and Steve scowled over his shoulder at him — he couldn’t have been too upset, if the shit-eating smile on his face was anything to go by. Steve laughed softly, leaning over to kiss him softly, propping himself over him with one hand, the other twisting into Eddie’s damp curls.

“I’ll be back before you know it,” he whispered against his lips, “and we’ll entertain you to your heart’s content, okay?”

Steve rested there for a moment, pulling back to press his forehead against Eddie’s; something warm bloomed in is chest, something domestic and normal and something he didn’t even realize he was missing till now. Missing after years of absent family in an empty home, years of stress from failure and fear, stuck in survival mode. Emotion flooded his chest as he realized how much he wanted this to be his life.

“That’s an awfully intense face for so early in the morning,” Eddied teased. A short laugh got stuck in Steve’s throat. Eddie reached up and swept Steve down into his arms, and he sank easily onto Eddie’s chest and let himself be squeezed tight even if his ribs protested it. The laid there in silence for a moment, soaking it in.

“You better get out of here before I actually make you stay here all day.”

“Mmhm…”

“Or Dustin comes back for you.”

“Ughhh, fine.”

———————

As much as Steve enjoyed keeping busy, between the relief shelter, shifts at Family Video, and babysitting the little monsters, he had a feeling Eddie was right. He probably needed a day off, and soon. By the time his first break rolled around Steve was already dragging his feet, his back and muscles throbbing from hauling and stacking boxes of supplies. 

Robin snuck out to join him behind the building and collapsed back next to him on his makeshift couch of boxes, grunting as she settled. 

“I think Vickie and I stayed up way too late, I feel like mush.”

“Tell me about it.”

“Yeahhh, a little birdie told me someone kept you up last night, ‘Steve’s probably gonna pass out soon’ my ass — you look like you fought a vampire and lost, dude.” Steve groaned, rubbing his palms harshly over his eyes. 

Vampire, more accurate than you’d think.

“Dustin doesn’t know how to keep his mouth shut, I swear.”

“Sooooo? What’s goin’ on there?”

Dark claws, messy bedsheets, covered in sweat.

Steve could feel himself starting to heat up, cheeks burning. He saw Robin’s eyes widen and a grin spread across her face — he’d never hear the end of this, that’s for sure.

“Steve.” 

“Shut uppp,” he complained, hiding his face back in his hands. Robin laughed brightly, already trying to pry his hands away from his face. He couldn't help but laugh with her and she finally wrangled them away. 

“Spill, you loser!” 

“I mean…I think I really like him. It feels different, yanno?”

Robin let out an ear piercing squeal, latching onto his shoulders and shaking him violently before yanking him into a hug. She squeezed tight and Steve felt the air punched out of him, but laughed along anyway, feeling lighter than he had in months. 

“One of us! One of us!” 

“Oh my god, shut up, someone will hear you!”

They were both slightly breathless when they separated, smiling wide and giddy at each other. 

“So he’s the top isn’t he?” 

“I swear to god, I hate you—” Steve palmed her face and shoved, nearly toppling her off the boxes as she howled with laughter. 

“Hey you two, get back in here! Need some help with donations that just got dropped!” 

The pair spun around, only catching a glimpse of Ms. Byers hair as she disappeared back into the shelter. They side-eyed each other, devolving into laughter again as Steve stood, extending his hand out for Robin to help pull her to her feet. Robin draped her arm up over his shoulder as they walked back inside, tugging him crooked so she could whisper in his ear.

“Seriously, I’m so happy for you.”

“Thanks, Rob.”

——————-

A few hours later of folding and restocking, handing out boxes of supplies and food, and all hell broke loose. After a couple years of being on edge, waiting for the next monster around the corner, Steve had found his nose for trouble was fairly attuned — and sure enough, unease settled in his stomach as soon as he heard the jingle from the main door of the shelter. 

“So this is where all the freaks are hanging out now!”

Christ, not him, of all people.

“Mr. Carver, if you’re coming in just to cause trouble you might as well turn right around, we don’t need it —” Ms. Byers started.

“Oh no, ma’am, just seeing what these good samaritans are up to, right? Nothing better to do now that the lead freak is dead, isn’t that right, kids?” Steve bristled, finally turning to see Jason ambling towards the table where Dustin and Mike and Will were set up filling boxes. His group of cronies weren’t far behind, swaggering around the table and peering into the boxes, yanking items back out.

“Leave them alone, Jason, don’t you have anything better to do?” Steve spat, weaving through tables and boxes towards them. Heat was filling his head, winding up his throat, roaring louder as one of the cronies knocked Dustin’s hat off his head, sending it scattering across the floor. 

“Harrington! Well, well, well, how the mighty fall!”

“Fuck off, Jason, I swear —”

“I guess hanging around these losers made you one too, huh? You a freak now too, Harrington?”

“Grow up,” Steve snapped, “no one here wants to hear your bullshit —”

“Grow up? Rich coming from you, ‘King Steve’, looks like growing up didn’t do you any good —,” Jason rounded on Steve, squaring up to him with a smug smirk on his face, “turned you into a little pansy, huh?”

Glaring at him as his jaw set, Steve snarled. He lunged, shoving Jason back a few feet — he stumbled and tripped over his own feet, sending a flash of satisfaction up Steve’s chest. Jason was laughing as he scrambled to his feet, and launched towards Steve as he jerked his hands up, butting Steve in the chest. Steve grunted, staggering back into a table, knocking boxes askew, but was already up again and drawing his arm back when Ms. Byers jumped between them. She shoved a hand against his chest, holding him in place as Steve glowered over her head at Jason.

“Don’t make me call Sheriff Hopper, Mr. Carver!” she threatened; Jason scowled, but still backed down, brushing dirt off his letterman’s jacket and motioning for his friends to join him. They followed reluctantly; one of them —  Andy, if Steve remembered right — kicking Dustin’s hat further across the floor as they went. 

“Well, see you around, freaks.” The door bell jangled as they left, and Steve waited until they were out of sight before taking a breath. The spark blew out of him, but Steve could still feel his heart thrumming in his chest, adrenaline pumping and ready for a fight. He could feel his hands starting to shake, so he reached down to grab Dustin’s cap, dusting it off to keep his hands busy.

I guess you’ll always have to be ready for anything in this town. 

“You okay, dear?” Steve looked back at Ms. Byers as she ran a soothing hand along his back; he smiled softly, nodding. He looked around, catching the other helpers and onlookers taking a sign of relief as well before turning back to their work and conversations. He trudged over to Dustin’s table, handing over his hat and started on helping reorganize their boxes — Dustin shot him a grateful smile, righting his cap on his head. 

“Thanks, man.” Steve nodded, reaching out clap him on the shoulder. 

“I’ve got yah. Let’s get these done, yeah?”

————————

Thankfully, they only managed to load a few more boxes full of supplies before the group’s shift was over — Steve wasn’t sure how much more he could physically take before his body gave up on him. The feel of his shirt sticking to his back with sweat, stomach growling, feet aching alongside his other pains, and a rapid migraine developing behind his eyes; he knew he was at the end of his rope. 

Just gotta get home. Eddie would take care of him.

They loaded everyone up into the cars, Dustin shoving his way past Robin when she stopped to chat with Vickie and crawling into Steve’s passenger seat. Steve rolled his eyes, but couldn't find it in him to protest. Instead, he leaned his head back against the headrest and closed his eyes. 

If he could just rest for a moment… 

“So…”

Steve groaned. 

“Please, Dustin, I don’t need a lecture right now —” 

“I wasn’t gonna lecture!—”

“Oh you so were —” 

“I was not! I was just gonna say I’m glad you're ‘getting along’ with Eddie!” 

“Oh shut up —”

“No, really!” Dustin defended, turning towards Steve in his seat, a serious look crossing his face, “I don’t want any details, cause gross, but he’s a great guy, man. I still think something up with him but if you’re happy, then I’m happy. It’s like my two big brothers got together — oh, that’s even more gross to think about…”

“Dude!” Steve slapped across the middle console, smacking Dustin’s arm. He laughed brightly, smacking back at him — Steve could feel his mood lifting, the squeeze around his chest loosening slowly. The roughhousing continued, both of them fully laughing loudly now, till Dustin finally cried uncle and they collapsed back into the seat cushions.

Silence fell over the pair while they caught their breath.

“Dustin…,” Steve started, doing his best to gather his thoughts, “he literally died. Of course something’s up with him, but I promise you he’s gonna be okay and he’s not gonna hurt anyone or anything, okay? He…he does make me really happy, and I’m really glad he’s back.”

“Yeah. Me too.”

“Alright losers, let's get this show on the road!

Moment successfully interrupted, Robin clambered into the backseat, tossing her bag into the floorboard and buckling in. She reached over the back of Steve’s headrest and palmed his head, shaking him violently and cackling as he did his best to swat her away.

“Alright, alright! Quit abusing the driver, you maniac!”

—————

It truly was a miracle that Steve made it home in one piece: between stopping to drop Robin and Dustin at home and stopping to pick up takeout for dinner, his eyes were starting to droop as he drove. He even briefly fell asleep at a red light, abruptly snapped awake by the blaring horn from a car behind him. Thankfully he managed to pull into the driveway in one piece and he quickly hauled himself out of the car, grabbed the bag of food, and made a beeline for the front door.

“Welcome hooomee!” Eddie called out, muffled, probably from upstairs in Steve’s bedroom. He smiled softly, dragging himself over to the couch and dropping the food on the coffee table as he collapsed into the cushions. He vaguely heard footsteps as he faded out of consciousness — already asleep by time Eddie stepped into the living room. A hand rubbed gently up and down his back, another carefully pushing his hair out of his face and scratching his scalp. 

Steve slowly stirred awake again, blearily coming face to face with Eddie crouched down in front of the couch and watching him, a touch of concern lighting his eyes.

“Hey there, sleepy boy,” Eddie murmured, leaning in to press a kiss to his forehead, “had a long day?”

Steve hummed.

“Look exhausted, baby. How about we get some of this food in you and have a nice shower, hm?” Steve nodded, smiling lazily over at him.

“Alright, up you get, roll over you lump!” Eddie’s arms wedged under his stomach, clumsily trying to roll his dead weight over onto his back. Steve laughed softy, doing his best to help shift around, probably more of a hindrance than a help as he fought against his worn out muscles as best he could. Eddie finally managed to help him sit upright, tucked back into the cushions as he draped a blanket over his lap. 

“You stay right there, big boy. I’m gonna grab some supplies, alight?”

“Mmhm.”

When Steve looked up, he caught a soft, fond smile on Eddie’s lips — only a glance of it before he was leaning closer, pressing a kiss against Steve’s lips. He did his best to match him, but ended up pitching forward to chase after his lips when Eddie pulled back. A final kiss to Steve forehead and he turned, heading towards the kitchen, only to be yanked right back; Steve didn’t even realize he had instinctively latched his fingers into the hem of Eddie’s shirt.

“Hey, I need that,” Eddie chastised, but it didn’t hold much weight when he was still smiling so softly down at him, “I’ll be right back, I promise.” 

“You’ve got 30 seconds,” Steve muttered, practically forcing himself to loosen his grip, letting the soft shirt slip from his fingers. Eddie laughed loudly, his eyes sparkling with humor as he turned on his heel and made a speedy beeline for the kitchen door.

“You got it, captain!” 

Steve listened quietly, focusing on the sounds of clinking glasses and bowls and running water. He must have already dozed off by time he retuned, because he startled awake to Eddie’s fingers brushing along his cheek.

“Wake up, sweet thing. Took a little longer than 30 seconds, didn’t I?” Steve leaned into the hand, cheeks warm and smiled back up at him, dizzy with emotion as he looked around Eddie to see the bowls and silverware and glasses of water spread out over the coffee table. A knot sat heavily in his throat, that domestic and soft warmth filling up his chest again. It felt like learning to walk again  — feeling something that should have been there, that had been stolen, carved out of him and leaving a void in his chest that he didn’t realize he was craving after all this time. 

Realization settled in his stomach as Eddie pet through his hair gently.

This was the first time in a long time that he didn’t feel like he was a burden to be cared for.

He watched Eddie’s eyes widen, then scrunch into a knowing, heartbroken look. Guilt began to settle in Steve’s stomach until Eddie leaned forward, pressing his forehead against Steve’s gently.

“You’re never, ever a burden. Not to me. You got that, baby?”  Steve released a shaky breath, nodding slowly. 

They lingered there for a moment, eyes closed, breathing each others air. 

“Look at you, pretty and smart. Aren't you a catch!” Eddie finally pulled back, continuing to talk softly as he turned to dole out the take-out from their containers. His voice was deep and low and quiet, reaching deep into his chest and weaving into him; suddenly he could see it in his head, a life just for the two of them — quiet, comforting, and just for them. 

And probably Dustin, who would always be around spouting his next Vampire Eddie conspiracy. He would hate for the smug kid to ever realize he was right. Or close, at least. God, he’d never let it go, especially if he got to say ‘I told you so.’

“Stevie?”

“Hm?” Steve jolted out of his daydreaming to see Eddie hovering by the TV, a couple of VHS tapes in hand. 

“Did you wanna watch that new movie you guys got in? Labyrinth?” Eddie waved the box at him, “David Bowie in tights, I mean c’mon, that’s a must see.” Steve laughed softly, sitting up and leaning forward to grab his plate and settle it in his lap.

“How did I know that’d be your main focus?” Steve teased, taking his first bite and groaning at the taste, his appetite roaring to life deep in his belly as he realized he hadn’t eaten all day. He had to force himself to eat slower, despite wanting to shovel it down and probably give himself a stomach ache.

“I am nothing if not predictable!” Eddie proclaimed, plucking the tape out and feeding it into the machine. He bounded back to the couch, pressing play on the remote and collapsing into the cushions next to him, settling with his plate as well.

————

Stomachs full and plenty of David-Bowie-bulge eyeballing later, Steve found himself leaning heavily into Eddie’s side, his arm wrapped securely around Steve’s shoulders as he cuddled into his warmth. The smell of his own shampoo and soap still lingered on Eddie, meshing with the smell of his skin — Steve smiled to himself, probably looking a bit dopey. Eddie absentmindedly leaned his head over into Steve’s hair, pressing a kiss into it and shuffling closer.

“Besides being overworked, how was today?” Eddie murmured, eyes still focused on the TV screen and absentmindedly stroking up and down Steve’s arm. Steve looked up at the movie to see Sarah struggling through a crowd of dancers, Jareth tailing after her. He turned his face back into Eddie’s side, eyes already fluttering closed as he muttered into his chest. 

“Carver and his asshole friends showed up today. Started harassing the kids, almost got in a fist fight with him before Ms. Byers stepped in.”

He felt Eddie stiffen beneath him immediately.

“Jason Carver?”

“Mmhm.”

“What happened?”

“Called the kids freaks, called me a pansy. Said we were losers for helping at the shelter, which is pathetic, coming from a so-called-Christian-values guy.” 

Silence.

Confused, Steve wiggled free of Eddie’s arm enough to pull back and look up at him — finding him staring off into space, face hardened and lost in thought. 

“Eddie?”

The tenseness eased as Eddie looked back to him, but Steve could still see the heat bubbling behind his eyes. Steve sighed, tucking back into his side and rubbing at the ragged fabric at the hem of Eddie’s shirt. They sat there in the silence for a moment, vaguely focusing on the television while Steve fumbled to find something that would put him at ease, at least a little. 

“We’re all fine, okay? I promise. He’s just gotta scream and act tough to feel important now that high schools over and the world doesn’t revolve around him.”

“Real big of him to go after kids.”

“I know.”

They slipped into silence one more, Eddie gently squeezing Steve closer into his side again. The stillness settled over them, enveloping them in a cocoon of comfort as Eddie’s fingers began to trace up and down his arm. Steve could feel himself drifting, leaning deeper into Eddie’s side and sinking heavily into the cushions — he thought absentmindedly about shifting, laying down and resting his head on Eddie’s lap, but couldn’t will himself to make the effort of getting up and rearranging. 

It was a few minutes before Eddie spoke again, startling Steve’s drooping eyes open again.

“You’re not a loser for wanting to help people, you know that, right?”

“So that entails I’m a loser for other things though?” Steve teased softly, smiling into Eddie’s shirt. Eddie groaned above him and he smiled wider, squawking when Eddie dug his fingers into Steves side and tickled along his ribs.

“Alright, if you’re gonna act like that! —”

“You said it! — Stop — stop that!” Steve cried, howling as Eddie chucked him into the cushions. He rounded on him, wrangling him into submission when the laughter made Steve go weak. Eddie was laughing brightly above him, practically cackling like an evil villain, unrelenting till Steve was gasping for air below him. Eddie collapsed down onto him with an ‘oomph’ and knocking the breath out of Steve’s chest. 

“What is it with you and trying to smother me!” Steve groaned, admitting defeat as he sank into the cushions. Eddie laughed in his ear before pulling back enough to smile beam down at him.

“It’s cuteness aggression, I can’t help it!”

“Cute? I’m not cute, I’m a grown man!”

“So handsome,” Eddie cooed, tracing a finger along the curve of Steve’s nose, “Lovely, cute boy.” 

Steve flushed.

“Gorgeous, ravishing, stunning —”

“Okay, okay! Enough! —”

“Absolutely smashing!” Eddie proclaimed in a horrible British accent and the pair burst into laughter as he collapsed back onto Steve’s chest. Eddie’s fingers curled around the back of his head, twisting into his hair and gently turning his face towards him — kissing him soundly when his lips were in reach. Steve melted into it, letting his jaw go slack and Eddie pushed into him insistently and his tongue pressed against the seam of his lips.

He shifted, crowded Steve even deeper into the cushions, the heat of his mouth, sharp teeth tugging at his lip, just taking as Steve wound his arms around Eddie’s shoulders and held on for dear life. His lungs were protesting, pleading for air, but Steve couldn't find the will in him to pull back — he whined into Eddie’s mouth when he suddenly ground their hips together, heat fizzling to life between them.

Like someone had suddenly thrown kindling onto a dying fire, roaring back to life with each rock of Eddie’s hips. 

“So beautiful,” Eddie whispered, mouthing over Steve’s cheek. He groaned a little as Eddie bit and sucked down his neck — Steve took a steading, shuddering breath, tilting his head back to give Eddie more room.

Suddenly, Eddie’s hips stilled — his mouth, open and breathing heavily against his throat as he stopped kissing along his skin. Steve hummed, questioning, but Eddie only pulled away and hovered over him, looking pained like it was the hardest thing he’d ever done to force himself away from him.

“I promised you a shower, sweet thing.”

“I don’t care —”

“Well, I do. S’posed to take care of you, aren’t I?”

“I have something you could take care of —”

“Alright, enough out of you!” Eddie laughed, hauling himself up, “Shower time for you, big boy, c’mon!”

——————

Steve didn’t fight it, just let himself be dragged up the stairs into his bathroom. Eddie paused halfway through shuffling Steve’s shirt off him, trapping his arms in his sleeves to lean in and slide his lips against his and kissing him deep and steady as he held Steve up against the counter. He pulled away before Steve got the chance to lean into it, back to business and tugging Steve’s shirt over his head.

The fabric fell into a heap at their feet, forgotten as Eddie’s fingers skated across his ribs. Nipples, freckles, moles, the scar tissue still slightly red where it trailed up his stomach — Eddie’s gaze roamed over him freely, memorizing it all before tucking his fingers to Steve’s waistband and popping the button on his jeans. 

“I can undress myself, yanno,” Steve murmured. Slight embarrassment, perhaps guilt, was suddenly welling up in his throat at being so intently inspected under Eddie’s gaze, letting him take over and do things for him. It was unfamiliar territory, handing the reins over when usually if something needed to be done, he did it. 

“I know you can. But I want to do this for you. Is that okay?” Eddie looked up at him through his lashes, fingers still tucked into the edge of Steve’s jeans. They stared at each other for a moment, before Steve finally took a steadying breath and nodded. Soon, Steve stood in nothing but his white Calvin Kleins, heat blooming across his cheeks as he stared down at his feet. He looked back up to catch Eddie undressing as well, t-shirt and jeans abandoned as he leaned into the shower and cranking the hot water up. It sprayed to life, and Eddie looked over his shoulder, smiling as he beckoned him closer. 

Eddie tucked Steve into his chest, nudging him back into the water as they climbed into the stall for the second time today. The water was hot and soothing and Steve’s body melted under the spray, muscles turning limp within moments.

“That feel good sweetheart? Not too hot?”

Steve shook his head, humming as he leaned back into Eddie’s chest, face turned into his throat, a faint smile on his lips as the warm steam filled the air. Eddie’s broad hands dragged along his shoulders and down his back, slick with soap — they teasingly slipped over his ass, squeezing gently in passing — desire lurched in Steve stomach as he shivered. 

A combination of the heat and feeling hazy and intoxicated under Eddie’s exploring fingers, he couldn’t help but kiss along the line of Eddie’s throat; over his jaw, the tendon in his neck, his Adam’s apple — he gasped against Eddie’s skin when those fingers slid between his cheeks, teasing him slowly.

“Like that baby?” Eddie murmured, quickly pressing a kiss to Steve’s forehead. Steve wrapped his arms around Eddie’s waist, clinging to him, nails sinking into his back as his fingers brushed over the sensitive skin of his rim. He was still tender from the night before, that was obvious, if the sting and heat bursting up his skin was anything to go by. Steve shook against him, whining quietly into his wet chest. 

Eddie chuckled above him, fingers lingering just long enough to make Steve whimper again before sliding his hand back up Steve’s back to massage his shoulders carefully. Steve couldn't help but groan as those wiry fingers dug into his sore muscles.

Soon, they were slicking through his hair, scrunching and spreading shampoo through his fingers and rubbing along his scalp — Steve vaguely thought he could fall asleep right here, leaning heavily against Eddie as he did all the work. His eyes were already slipping closed as he savored the moment, enveloped in the hot and fragrant steam shrouding them in their own little world together. 

“Tilt your head back a little.” Eddie was already cradling the back of his head, carefully helping him lean back and rinse the soap out of his hair. Tender lips pressed over his cheeks, along his nose, eyelids, forehead — Steve sighed, smiling softly to himself. 

“Kiss me?” Steve whispered, his voice coming out hoarser than he had expected. 

Eddie’s arms curled around him as his lips slotted against Steve’s. He felt himself melting down to the touch-points of Eddie’s skin against his — his lips, his nose pressed against his cheek, hands spread wide over his back and clutching him closer, pressing them tight together from chest to hips. Eddie kissed him slow and lazily, a hand sliding up to curl around back of his neck to hold him firmly where he wanted him. The size of his hands on him made Steve dizzy — despite being nearly the same height, he felt small, almost delicate in Eddie’s hands.

Hunger was burning under his skin, remembering the press of Eddie’s weight on him the night before, the strength he held back when pushing him into the mattress, spreading him wide and holding him — the spread of his wings, wide over his broadened shoulders…

Maybe if the size thing hadn’t been a kink for him before, he certainly was developing it now.

Eddie laughed against his lips, one hand slipping down to squeeze his ass again. 

“Insatiable thing,” he huffed against Steve’s mouth, grinning even wider when Steve giggled — Eddie groped at him harder as he hauled Steve’s hips against his, rocking their slick lengths against each other. Steve’s giggles choked off into a deep, guttural groan, the soft, delicate moment long gone now. For the second time today, Eddie crowded Steve back against the tile wall, kissing him long and hard till they had to come up for air.

“Should we move this to the bedroom?” Eddie gazed down at him, wet, dark curls falling in his eyes that were so full of affection. His brown eyes crinkled at the edges just slightly, his fingers coming up to push Steve’s hair out of his face — he didn’t wait for a response but instead leaned in and licked into his mouth, moaning into him and eagerly shoving a thigh between Steve’s legs. Steve cursed, already seeing stars, his head falling back against the tile with a dull ‘thump’. He couldn't help himself, because of the heat or just because of Eddie’s overwhelming presence — he ground down against Eddie’s wet thigh, feeling the muscle tense against him as he whimpered into the kiss. 

“Please, Eddie,” he begged, “bedroom, please!” 

Before the words were even fully out of his mouth, Eddie was shoving the shower door open and dragging Steve with him. He fully expected to be pulled into the bedroom, perhaps shoved down into the bed — but Eddie stopped short in the doorway, yanking a towel off the rack. The caring and loving gesture didn’t stop him from roughly scrubbing Steve’s hair with the towel, sending him into another fit of laughter. He helped Steve dry off quickly, and then dried himself even faster, chucking the towel to the floor and leading them both towards Steve’s welcoming bed. 

Steve vaguely registered that it’d been made, pillows stacked neatly against the headboard, comforter folded down and ready to be crawled under. He did just that, beckoning Eddie to join him as he shuffled down into the bedding. Eddie smiled fondly down at him.

“Can’t believe I get to take care of you,” Eddie murmured, leaning down as he slid into the bed to kiss Steve gently. Steve wrapped his arms around Eddie’s shoulders, pulling him down, wanting to feel his weight press into him again, shove him even deeper into the cloud of comfort and safety he had be teetering on the edge of since he got home. Eddie indulged him, pressing closer, like he was itching to be so close he was under his skin. 

He captured Steve’s chin in one hand, forcing him still, turning the kiss greedy and ravenous as his tongue slid messily along his lips. It should have been gross, but Steve whined — high and needy — and Eddie grinned back, looking almost predatory in his glee. The bottle of need and desire was bubbling over now, especially after waking up next to Eddie and not truly being able to enjoy it how he wanted. The press of Eddie’s skin along his, head to toe, the scratch of day-old stubble against his chin, the heat building under the cocoon of blankets — Steve could already feel himself going pliant, floaty, content with letting Eddie hold him and kiss him just how he wanted.

It took a moment, but he vaguely registered Eddie speaking to him, and Steve had to force himself back out of the clouds to focus again.

“Hmm?” Steve hummed, mind zeroing in on the feel of Eddie’s fingers petting along the curve of his cheek. Lips pressed reverently against his, and suddenly, Steve realizes it’s not like the other kisses they've shared up until this point. The raw need to just be close to each other, breathing into each other, letting Eddie pull from him everything he could ever need — he wanted to crawl into his chest and stay there, where no one could come between them. 

“I asked how you wanted me, sweet angel,” Eddie cooed against his lips. Steve thought, ‘however you want’ immediately, but something else flashed to the forefront and sent heat across his cheeks.

“Can you — like last night?” “What part you mean?” “I wanna see all of you… is…is that okay?” 

Eddie groaned softly, leaning down to press his forehead against Steve’s. 

“Yeah, sweetheart. Oh, that’s more than okay.” 

Pride rippled through Steve’s chest. He did his best to focus, watching attentively as Eddie shifted before his eyes again. First, growing broader and heavier and taller above him, hot skin pressing them even closer together — then the curl of his horns, the color burning along his arms, the press of sharp nails into his skin. Finally, the wings spread out behind him, blocking out the rest of room and cocooning them in darkness together.

They soaked it in together, sitting in the silence together for a moment before Eddie leaned back down to kiss him again. Steve curled his arms up over Eddie’s shoulders, relishing in the wider stretch it took to run his hands down Eddie’s back now. Eddie’s heat burned into his mouth, his long tongue slipping against his — Steve could feel himself getting almost drunk on it, going pliant when wide hands began rearranging his legs. 

Eddie sat back, the blankets sliding down into a puddle at their backs as he yanked Steve’s hips up into his lap and pulled one of Steve’s calves up to rest over his shoulder. His fingers trailed gently down Steve’s stomach — the muscles under his skin jumping as they grazed delicately along his skin, reverent, tender — Steve couldn’t help but choke around the lump in his throat, watching Eddie as Eddie admired him.

Finally, a warm hand curled around Steve’s dick and he jolted, hips arching off Eddie’s lap as a moan punched out of his lungs, but Eddie quickly rectified that, tightening his other hand around Steve’s waist and holding him firmly in place. His tail even joined in, coiling tight around the thigh and keeping his leg in place over Eddie’s shoulder. He was unrelenting, only pausing to lean forward and spit into the circle of his fingers — Steve cursed, shoving his head back into the pillows and squeezing his eyes shut. 

After all the teasing today, he was sure he’d come way too fast if he didn’t get a hold on himself.

“You go ahead and come, angel, it’s okay. You just feel good for me.”

Steve shook his head — he was sure he’d pass out as soon as he did, and he didn’t want to go to sleep without feeling Eddie fill him up again — Eddie doubled down, twisting his wrist, swiping his slick thumb across his sensitive head, like making him come as soon as possible was now the challenge. 

“No…Eddie, please!” Steve cried, twitching under his grasp, “wanna feel you, please, please —”

“You will, baby, I promise — just come for me darling, and I’ll give you whatever you want.”

Eddie’s kissed him firm and demanding, long tongue teasing along the seam of Steve’s lips — his large hand cupped Steve’s jaw and held him in place while his tongue slid into his mouth, curling down his throat so far Steve nearly choked on it. His head was swimming, clouding over, finally surrendering to the feeling of Eddie’s slick palm around his cock. He sobbed, muffled, digging his fingers into Eddie’s forearm and holding on for dear life — he shook as the need to come burned up his stomach, the throb in his cock edging slightly on pain as he tried to buck up into his fist.

“That’s it, baby, that’s it. Give it to me, you can do it.” Eddie panted as he pulled back; Steve looked up and their eyes met, he looked just as hungry for it as Steve did, red eyes hooded, mouth open and breathing heavily. The pressure kicked up in his belly, growing and burning until Steve was shaking and babbling for more — Eddie obliged, and as soon as a slick finger slid down between his cheeks, slipped across his rim, Steve came, mouth hanging open in a silent moan. He vaguely felt his own come splattering over his stomach and chest, and Eddie’s hand quickly sliding through the mess.

Steve moaned weakly as he came out of it, chest aching as he sucked in air. He hadn’t realized he had been holding his breath, muscles pulled taught and strained as he bucked into Eddie’s fist. He slowly opened his eyes, looking up wearily to see Eddie licking Steve's come from his fingers greedily — Steve flushed, watching him hum around the long digits like he couldn't get enough of it.

“Such a good boy,” Eddie growled, low and husky in his throat. Steve couldn't help but preen under his gaze. Before he’d had the chance to fully catch his breath, those fingers were slipping between his legs again, even more wet now as it prodded at his hole. Steve dizzily thought that he’d never get used to the feel of them pushing inside him, thick and long and single-minded — Eddie sank two fingers into him at once, punching his breath out of him in little puffs as he pumped into him over and over again.

“Taking it so good, made for this, gonna keep you here right where I want you, sweetheart.” Eddie rambled as he leant down to bite into his mouth, teeth pricking his lip as he kissed him hard; he was immediately back on him, licking up the blood as it trickled down his chin. Eddie followed its path, biting and sucking and licking down his chin, jaw, down his throat; he sucked a bruise into the sensitive spot under Steve's ear, smirking against his soft skin and Steve trembled beneath him.

He tried his best to catch his breath, shuddering as he cock twitched to life again.

“You’re so fucking hot,” Eddie grunted, and suddenly, Steve had three fingers inside him, the widened span of Eddie’s knuckles rubbing against his rim as he spread Steve wide and full. Eddie’s hand splayed over Steve’s heaving stomach, pinning him in place as a sly grin curled along Eddie’s mouth. Steve didn’t even have a chance to question it when suddenly his fingers were curling, rubbing up into that soft spot that he knew made Steve gasp and shiver.

“Eddie!” Steve cried, drool sliding out of the corner of the lips. It was like opening a floodgate, now that Eddie was ‘allowed’ to get his hands on him, he wasn’t stopping till Steve was a sobbing mess beneath him. His hands jolted out to clutch at Eddie but he was immovable, but let him tangle his arms around his shoulders and hold on to him. 

His eyes were tinged that bright red again, watching Steve’s hole stretch and pull to take his fingers like he was a starved animal.

And suddenly, his hands were gone. Steve panted, turning his head into the pillows and breathing in shakily, the blood roaring in his ears. He whined, blindly reaching out and trying to follow Eddie with his fingers — his warm hand finally twined with Steve’s, squeezing soothingly. 

“It’s all right baby, I’m right here — just getting the lube so I can fill you up how you wanted, right?”

“Yes…” Steve keened; his dick jerked against his stomach at the thought. He relaxed back into the bedding, mind going hazy and drifting as time went a little fuzzy around the edges. It may have been just a few seconds, five minutes, thirty, he wasn’t sure, before he was jolting back into his own body as slippery fingers pressed back into his hole. 

“Hi angel,” Eddie laughed softly, “welcome back, feeling good?” 

Steve nodded, more of a lopsided bob — Eddie laughed again, ducking down to kiss him again sloppily. He felt the hot, thick length of Eddie’s cock against his hip and couldn't help but buck up into him, rutting as they panted into each other’s mouths. Steve hitched his legs over Eddie’s hips, fumbling as he wrapped his thighs tight around him and squeezed him close. Heat sizzled between them, sparking when Eddie easily broke his grip and slipped his hips back, sliding his fingers out with a wet squelch despite Steve’s protests. 

It was hard to remember just how strong Eddie was like this, how completely at the mercy of his whims  he was when he was under him.

He watched, mouth dry, as Eddie slicked up his cock, swallowing hard at how thick it was, remembering in his daze the weight of it inside him the night before, filling him up and twitching heavy inside him. He looked back from his daydreaming, and Eddie was still stroking himself slowly, teasingly, his wings and tail twitching wildly behind him as he mindlessly thrusted into his own fist. 

Steve scowled, bringing his foot up to shove at Eddie’s shoulder, jolting him from his daze.

“Said you were gonna fuck me, not your fist,” Steve groused, pouting up at him — Eddie’s eyes darkened, and before he could register him moving, Eddie had Steve’s thighs pressed back into his chest, practically bending him in half. His claws scratched long marks into his skin as he bore down on him. Steve yelped, scrabbling to hold on to whatever he could reach as Eddie rutted his hips against Steve’s ass.

“Wanted to take the edge off so I can fuck you nice and sweet like you deserve, greedy thing, but you’re too much of a slut to wait anymore, aren’t yah?” He didn’t wait for Steve to respond; his hips pulled back, nudging the head of his cock against his hole, and sinking into him in one long push till his hips were pressed tight against the backs of Steve’s thighs.

Steve went limp, stunned, head swimming as his moans caught in his throat. He whined instead, long and high and ragged — Eddie grinned wildly above him, curls hanging down around his face as he watched him writhe with a sadistic, hungry tinge to his red eyes. 

He was fairly sure he blacked out for a second there. 

“Feel good, baby? That what you wanted?” Steve swore he could feel it in his throat, especially as Eddie pulled back slightly, dragging against him at the perfect angle. He slid back in roughly, knocking the air right out of his lungs when he tried to open his mouth to speak.

“Oh, too fucked out to speak, already? You poor thing,” Eddie’s voice turned mocking, teasing — lightning shot up Steve’s spine as he shoved himself deeper, deeper, dragging his hips even higher so he could bully his cock even harder into him. Steve choked on his moans, fingers curling and tugging uselessly in the sheets. He felt like he couldn’t breathe, couldn't move with how stuffed full and stretched wide he was — it was so fucking good, notching something into place in his brain as Eddie just took. He didn’t even need to look down to know his dick was already leaking, probably nearly purple despite having just come already. Pleasure jolted up his spine, spreading into his limbs like honey, stretched thin between wanting more and wondering if he even could take more.

He knew regardless, Eddie would take good care of him.

Break him apart, calm his brain, help him not worry about anything but feeling good and sinking into it.

He felt Eddie’s cock twitch inside him on the next thrust.

“That’s right good boy, you just relax and take it, let me fuck this pretty little hole and stretch you out nice an’ good, yeah?” Eddie panted, pace already picking up before Steve really could adjust to it. His hands stroked reverently up his inner thighs, thumbs rubbing gentle circles into his sweaty skin while he fucked harder into him — the contrast made Steve tremble as he moaned helplessly with every thrust. 

All he could do was dig his nails into the bedding as Eddie loomed over him — Steve shuddered, admiring the view through glassy eyes as Eddie’s wings puffed wide over his shoulders, broad and imposing — their eyes met, and Steve clenched down around him, forcing a deep guttural moan from Eddie’s chest. As if for revenge, Eddie pulled almost all the way out of him, smirking when Steve whined at the loss.

Then, fucked back into him, hard. Setting an unforgiving pace, nailing Steve’s prostate with every drag of his hips.

“Oh, f-fuck — Eddie—!”

“I know baby, I know, you can take it, lemme hear you.”

Steve tried his best to speak, tries to squirm and shift his weight to reach for him but he still couldn’t move under Eddie’s weight, instead, Eddie actually growled down at him, his pointed tail curling tight around his waist and holding his hips in place. 

“You stay right there,” He grunted, thrusting balls deep and holding him there, twitching and hot and spreading Steve achingly wide. Steve tried to speak, not even sure what he was going to say — maybe beg, curse him, rile him even more — he could feel himself leaking pre-come all over, his stomach slick where Eddie’s tail slid through the mess. 

“You’re not moving till I fill you up, sweet thing. Gonna stay right — here —“ he accentuated with another deep, ruthless thrust, “till I fuck that cunt full, right baby? Gonna be good for me? Thought you wanted to get fucked.”

“Nn—nngghh, Oh god — Yes, Eddie, please!” he finally managed to cry out between wet, broken gasps, white sparks bursting behind his eyelids — Steve could feel the spring in the pit of his stomach coiling tight, burning like the scratches Eddie was dragging down his thighs.  

“Yeah? Harder, baby?”

He nodded dumbly, and immediately Eddie was pounding into him faster, harder, grunting loud above him — Steve sobbed deliriously, feeling tears leak from the corners of his eyes. It was all he could do to just lay there and take it, overwhelmed with pleasure and clenching weakly at the bedding as Eddie pulls pathetic whine and whimpers from his lips. The brutal pace has his mind going blank and foggy, feeling more floaty with every press of Eddie’s hips against his ass, every clench of the fingers holding his thighs to his chest. 

“Fuuuck, baby you look so pretty like this — fuck, so so pretty and sweet and tight for me,” Eddie moaned, and suddenly, his hips tilted just right, hammering right against where Steve needed it — he wailed, crying out so loud that his own ears rang. Of course, Eddie doubled down on it, laughing breathlessly as Steve twitched and bucked against him. 

Steve felt the tension pulling tight under his skin, his dick aching for attention but also he knew he’d probably die on the spot if Eddie even thought about touching it again. It was building, burning, spreading heat from his stomach outwards, he was so close, just a little more —

“You gonna come, angel? Come all over my cock for me, sweetheart, wanna feel you clench down on me.” 

“Yes, yes, yes ye—,”

“C’mon Stevie, c’mon,” suddenly Eddie was leaning over him, pulling Steve’s legs over his shoulders and pulling them face to face, watching his blissed out face intently with those burning red eyes. Steve held his gaze for as long as he could, though his eyes were mostly glazed over and hooded so he couldn't really see much besides the light shining in Eddie’s eyes. 

“I’ve got you baby, please, please come for me,” Eddie begged, then at the same time, sliding a finger down to Steve’s stuffed hole and bullying it in next to his cock; Steve wailed at the sudden extra stretch, body locking up tight as he came untouched over his stomach.

Oh god, he was trying to kill him.

His heartbeat thudded loud in his ears, still ringing faintly. Slowly, his senses came back to him — he could feel Eddie’s hands wrapped around his thighs, claws digging into his skin, and the stretch as Eddie bore down on him. Steve heard him growling at his ear, panting, even whining as he rambled while he fucked Steve through his orgasm, his thrusts starting to stutter and loose the brutal tempo he had been torturing Steve with. 

“ — fuck, so perfect, all mine, all mine, clenching around me so good, gonna fill you up and make you mine, everyone’s gonna know it — fuuuck yes” He stiffened, thrusting so deep Steve felt it in his throat — he whined at the overstimulation, but heat still flashed under his skin as Eddie kept grinding into him with short rocks of his hips. Steve reached for him, dazed, running his fingertips along Eddie’s heaving stomach, desperate for a touchpoint as he felt Eddie shudder and swell inside him as he came. He felt the heat of it spread through him, already squelching and seeping out around Eddie’s cock— immediately, exhaustion began to overtake him. 

Eddie’s hand curled around his, pressing his palm flat into his skin — he could feel Eddie’s heart thundering beneath the surface. They stayed like that for a moment, basking in it together before Eddie slowly helped Steve’s legs off of his shoulders, easing them down to relax into the mattress. Eddie pet gently along the length of his thighs, massaging the ache slowly as they both caught their breath.

“I’m gonna pull out, sweetheart, okay?”

Steve nodded sleepily, shivering as Eddie leaned down to kiss him. It was sweet, gentle — he could feel Eddie smiling softly against his lips, then his cheek, his temple, his forehead; the tenderness bringing that persistent lump back up in his throat. 

He couldn’t help but gasp as Eddie slowly pulled out of him, flushing hot with embarrassment when he felt slick come drip from him and down his skin. He must have looked a mess, and in desperate need of another shower — but he looked up through the haze to see Eddie gazing down at him, thoughtful and loving, like he was something precious. 

If he had the energy, Steve might have thought to be self conscious about it. Instead, his eyes were already drifting shut — it was finally catching up to him, at least he would definitely be sleeping like the dead tonight. Maybe he would call in sick tomorrow…

The mattress dipped beneath him, jostling Steve awake again. 

Eddie was nowhere to be seen — he looked around blearily, and panic spread through him suddenly. Had he just…up and left? After that? He whined despite himself, feeling stupid as he pushed himself to sit up as best he could with wobbly muscles. 

“Hey, hey, lay down honey, don’t hurt yourself,” wide hands curled around his shoulders, pushing him gently back down into the bed, “where’re you trying to run off to, hm?”

“I…I thought you left.”

“Would never even imagine it, angel. Just wanted to get something to clean you up with.” Eddie cupped Steve’s cheek and he couldn’t help but lean into it. Relief settled into his bones, curling warmth around his chest. He felt a wet cloth drag across his stomach, cleaning up the mess of his multiple orgasms and down to the mess between his legs — Eddie ran a soothing hand up down his waist when Steve twitched at the overstimulation.

Eddie leant down again, pressing a kiss to his cheek. 

“I’m gonna drop this in the bathroom, okay? I’ll be right back.” Steve nodded — and he listened quietly when Eddie padded away, listening to the squeak of the faucet, running water, and him humming softly under it all. And then he was back, helping rearrange Steve under the covers, the pair of them laughing and giggling as Steve’s legs tangled in the sheets for the second time today. 

They settled as they had this morning, Steve draped over Eddie’s body like a blanket. Eddie’s hands rubbed over his shoulders, along his back, curling through the sweat-soaked hair at the back of his neck, and it was all Steve could do not to fall asleep, not ready to let go of the little nest of peace filling the room quite yet. His fingers trailed over the tattoo decorating Eddie’s collarbone, tracing it absentmindedly as he pressed his face into Eddie’s throat, breathing in deeply.

“You okay, sweetheart?” Eddie murmured, muffled as he pressed his face into Steve’s hair.

“Very okay,” he whispered, “are you okay?” He felt more than heard Eddie laugh above him, smiling as he chest shook under his cheek. He wrapped his arms around Steve’s shoulders, squeezing him tighter against him.

“Oh, I’m perfect, angel.”

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Much later, Steve was knocked out, snoring softly into Eddie’s warm side. Eddie watched him, enraptured, eyes trailing over the curve of his nose, the moles dotting his cheek, his long lashes fluttering as he dreamed — he looked so soft, so sweet, relaxed completely in his sleep. It almost made Eddie want to curl in next to him and join him, but he couldn’t ignore the itch that had been curling under his skin for much longer. 

Slowly, hoping that Steve was much too exhausted to wake anytime soon, he slid out from under Steve’s arm, tucking a pillow under it in his place. 

He tiptoed around the room, grabbing his clothes and quietly redressing before slipping out of the room and down the stairs, careful to avoid the creaky spots he had learned over the past few weeks. Shoving his feet into his shoes, he ducked out the back door into the night, the sounds of crickets and cicadas covering the crunch of his steps. 

He glanced down at his watch — 1:47am. Perfect.

Eddie easily snuck through town, ducking in and out of yards and away from main roads, taking back paths till he finally found himself stalking towards Lover’s Lake. The air was thick, the bugs and wildlife even louder out here at night. 

A few yards away, a dark Jeep was parked facing the lakefront, a figure perched on top of it smoking a cigarette. Eddie could feel the itch twisting even tighter inside him; he looked down, watching the burning colors spread down his arms, claws extending even sharper and longer than he was used to. His wings were spreading wide behind him — they brushed a branch and he cringed — just as expected, the figure whipped around, scanning the darkness with wide eyes.

“Hey, who’s out there!” 

Jason Carver slid off the hood of the car, squinting, looking for any sign of movement. 

“If it isn’t Hawkins’ golden boy in the flesh.” 

He watched, sick satisfaction curling in his stomach as Jason’s eyes went wide, looking even more frantic as he backed against his car. It was nice for once, to be on the other side of the hunt — in a way, he understood why this was so appealing, inciting this kind if fear in someone else. Not so tough when the roles are reversed. 

“Y—you’re supposed to be dead!”

“Y—you’re supposed to be dead!” Eddie mocked, finally stepping closer into the moonlight. Jason’s eyes practically bugged out of his head — he tried to back around the hood of the car but Eddie only stalked after him, laughing as the younger man tripped over his own feet and fell into the dirt.

Eddie towered over him, eyes flashing as his wings puffed wide over his shoulders.

“Does it make you feel big to pick on people? Not so big now, are you, Jason?” Jason whimpered, melting into tears — Eddie couldn't help but smile — which in turn made Jason cry harder, moaning out apologies and pleas through tears.

“I’m sor—sorry, I d—didn’t mean — ” 

“Oh but you did, Jason! I think maybe you just need to learn why shouldn’t mess with the freaks.”

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By the time Eddie found himself back home, slipping his clothes off and sliding under the covers, even the birds and chirping bugs had calmed down for the night. Steve had rolled over onto his side, curling around the pillow he had left — Eddie gently snuggled in behind him, draping his arm around the curve in his waist and pulling his back against his chest. 

He went easily, sighing as he shuffled into him in his sleep.

Eddie pressed his face into Steve’s hair, closing his eyes, taking a deep breath and squeezing him in tight. He couldn’t help but mouth the words against his skin, the three syllables melting easily off his tongue, tumbling out of him like an unleashed dam.

I love you

I love you 

I love you.

[monstrousdesirestudy]

What’s the Context, baby?👇

The Expressionist movement produced groundbreaking horror films like the Dracula knock-off Nosferatu (1922), which was made by the gay director F.W. Murnau. At this time, Expressionism and modern art was associated with queerness not just because many of its practitioners were homosexuals, but because the movement positioned itself antithetical to “normality”. In response, Nazis within Germany emphasized the link between homosexuality and abnormality, denouncing modern art as having been “polluted by primitivism” (Jewish people, homosexuals, communists, and other social deviants), and categorized it derisively as “Degenerate Art”.

Read more about the queer legacy of Dracula

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hi! i go by ox (like the animal)! transmasculine something-or-other, he/him and it/its. vers switch (dom lean on here. but we ball). 18 >:D ambivalently unlabeled but very t4t. taken :3. ftm but only if the f stands for freak and the m stands for (storybook) monster

what can i do? ♥ :

use titles/petnames/etc with the exception of feminine ones, daddy, babygirl (unless its funny) or anything like excessively weird. stroke my ego if you want <3

nsfw asks open to anyone (respecting limits)

nsfw dms open to mutuals (lest i instigate. or u ask real nicely. STILL respecting limits)

interact if you post my limits but aren't in dni

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ask for pics/audio (for now.), location, or any personal info

send me content in limits/dni (no shit)

pester me to "try" a kink that isn't listed, just suggesting is fine

KINKS + LIMITS + DNI UNDER THE CUT !!

☼ MAIN KINKS ☼

bondage

praise, service

experimentation & inspection

petplay

royalty dynamics

hierophillia

size dif

monsterfucking

sadomasochism

light gore / bloodplay / hard vore?? idk / general violence . (tagged with #⍥🥩) if you think about killing me you have to tell me. preferably in broad detail

knifeplay

control in general. yknow

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objectum

hypno

dumbification

somno

intox (probably just with weed)

cnc, free use (✳ do not instigate first with in dms/asks if its about me subbing - have to be in a mood for it)

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unsanitary/scat/omo etc

fauxcest

hard cnc/rapeplay (the line blurs a little. basically don't call it rape and we're good. this is not a moral thing i just dislike the word.)

labor kink (ovi or breeding w/o pregnancy is okay)

detrans/misgendering kink

i'm not fond of loveless sex (not necessarily conventionally - up to interpretation. weird fucked up psychospiritual devotion and the desire for ultraviolence are still love in their own special way. hope that helps!) explicit mentions of it or of abandonment will turn me off. sorry

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minors/blank/ageless blogs

terf/transphobes/chasers

cishets in general. this is a trannyfag blog

"men dni" (bc i am a guy. kinda), exclusively wlw blogs still chill to interact, just don't reblog my pics or something

incest

ageplay

blog for weird internet fan discourse, i dont gaf and i dont wanna see it. yes this includes self-described proship accounts i am not your animal

"para community", p3do, necro, zoo. i hope you explode

ed/sh blog

✈ i can get triggerhappy with the block button - don't take it too personally. meow

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