#steve x transmasc!reader

[dimlylittorch]

i’m trying to write my longer fics but this won’t get out of my brain so we gotta write it out

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18+ drabble mdni

(for chubby!pre-op!transmasc!reader’s - warnings: terms like boycunt, pussy, clit, good boy, etc)

steve and bucky being the sweet gay couple next door to your apartment. offering you leftovers from their dinner, claiming they made too much on accident (they actually just want any excuse to see you but we don’t talk about that-)

they seem to be the picture perfect couple ! they have two dogs, a golden retriever and a black lab. They go to the gym together every day in their tight gym shorts, always making sure to flash you a smile whenever they see you (they’ve also developed a habit of hanging out outside shirtless whenever they know you’re there)

They had everything going for them! Great jobs, both healthy and happy, a nice apartment and a sweet neighbor like yourself. And I mean.. even you could tell. They had a great sex life. It was to be expected with how they both look like they were built by the gods themselves. But you.. you had a little extra level of confirmation.

you didn’t mean to listen. I mean really, they were pretty goddamn loud. You were certain they’d gotten noise complaints from other neighbors.. but you never reported them. It was embarrassing- I mean really embarrassing. Listening to the sweet happy couple fuck nasty every night wasn’t exactly a normal thing to do. But honestly? Your masturbating game has been up more than ever. Porn always made you cringe, and reading could only do so much. But having a real performance right next door through the paper thin walls? Christ.

You always made sure to stay quiet- how embarrassing would it be if one day your neighbors had to knock on your door and say ‘hi can you please stop touching yourself to the sound of us fucking?’ You refused to let that happen- even if it meant you had to keep a hand over your mouth the whole goddamn time.

on your knees with your face buried against your pillow, vibrator pressed right up against your clit as you do everything you can to keep your whines to a minimum. It has become a nightly occurrence, listening to the two of them switch between fucking each other. tonight Bucky was on top, and god he knew how to talk.

“god you’re such a slut for it Rogers” he’d groan out, followed by the repeated slaps of his hips against Steve’s ass. It wasn’t hard to imagine what positions they were in, and you always tried to copy them, making it all the better. When you heard Steve whimper you couldn’t help but whine as well, pressing the little toy harder against your twitching bud, legs shaking already. It hadn’t even been that long since they started, but it always got you off quicker than you’d like to admit.

hearing Bucky slap what could’ve been none other than Steve’s ass, you wished you could try to recreate it- but you were terrified of being too loud. Whining weakly into your pillow you turn up the speed of your vibrator, bed shaking slightly from how much your muscles were twitching.

Of course- you had no idea they were super soldiers. they could hear every little buzz of that toy against your clit and god it turned them on. They had never even considered adding a third to their sex life, but hearing how sweet you sounded? it drove the both of them nuts. you never questioned how you always seemed to cum at the same time as them, but it would turn out hearing you getting close helped them along as well.

Bucky fucking wished he could have you in the room with them. His favorite fantasy is having Steve on his back, fucking him hard while you’re on your knees over him. Making you ride Steve while you make out with him, Bucky bending over to eat your ass whenever he got the chance.. fuck it was all he could think about sometimes. And Steve? He was no better. He wanted you to sit on his face while Bucky rode his cock, suffocating him in the best way. Even better if you jerked Bucky off and made out with him during it all.

They weren’t super familiar with being trans, so when they saw it on your Instagram (which they totally hadn’t stalked or anything-) of course they got curious and looked it up. well- let’s just say they ended up watching trans guys getting fucked the entire night and jerking off together to it, imagining you were there to suck and jerk them off.

You were just so goddamn sweet. You always had a smile on your lips when you looked at them, giving them a kind greeting and asking about their day. You were the complete opposite of them.. soft and sweet, a pretty little angel that was just out of their reach. The most perfect boy next door they could’ve ever hoped for.

Imagine the absolute disappointment on their faces when they listened to you bring a guy home- for the first time ever. Steve couldn’t stop pacing as he listened to you suck the random prick off so sweetly. Bucky swears he almost broke something when he heard that asshole make you choke on his dick, almost seeing red when he hears your immediate apologies for not being better. They were absolutely pissed when they listened to how you asked so gently ‘can I kiss you?’ after you gave him head and he replied with a ‘no’, quickly leaving after.

let’s just say you never heard from him again. But that’s probably because Bucky pulled him into an empty alleyway and beat the shit out of him while Steve started cooking something special just for you to hopefully make you feel better. they both had to listen to how you cried for the next hour, asking yourself through tears what you did wrong. it broke both of their hearts, and they just couldn’t help themselves anymore.

when you opened your door with a flushed and tear stained face, you didn’t expect to see your two lumbering neighbors standing in the doorway. And you certainly didn’t expect for them to coax their way inside, telling you how they heard everything and how you deserved so much better. Of course you never would’ve expected for Bucky to sit on your bed, pulling you into his arms and holding your back to his chest, all the while Steve manages to get your pants off, pressing soft kisses to your plush thighs.

And who could’ve guessed that after such a terrible experience with that asshole, you’d have Steve on his stomach licking your boycunt as sweetly as he can while Bucky presses loving kisses to your neck and whispering sweet nothings into your ear. Bucky coaxing off your shirt, followed by your binder. Groaning against your skin when he sees your soft chest, immediately reaching and kneading the plush flesh in his hand.

“so fucking pretty” Bucky groans against your neck as he plays with your chest with one hand, the other undoing his zipper so he can pull his cock out. “Hiding these in that?” He murmurs, gesturing to your binder. “shit.. never thought my soft boy could get any softer” he whispers against your skin as he jerks himself off against your back slowly. if he detects even a hint of insecurity about your chest? he immediately amps up the praise, resting his forehead against your shoulder as he speeds his hand up around his dick, making sure you can feel how hard he is for you. “more of a man than i’ll ever be” he breathes out against your skin as he tweaks your nipples, making sure to soothe the skin afterwards.

Steve lifting his head from his cunt just to ask you to suffocate him, practically pleading for you to squeeze your soft thighs around his head. Bucky asking how you taste, and Steve almost whimpering when he says “the sweetest thing I’ve ever had.” The attention is dizzying- you can’t keep quiet at all, not when two of the most perfect men you’ve seen want you like this.

Bucky can’t help but pull his hand away from your chest, slipping down between your thighs and circling your clit as Steve laps at your tight hole. “oh christ- keep at it buck, makes him leak like crazy” Steve’s muffled voice speaks up as you whine and try to curl up into Bucky’s arms- but they keep you steady.

Face completed flushed from the heat of being in between their two bodies, almost on the verge of tears from how good it all feels. Being held, being kissed- being licked. After all those nights of silently begging that they would come over and fuck you, it finally happened.

Steve gently spanking the underside of your thigh, motioning for Bucky to reposition you. Bucky grabbing your hips and turning you over so you’re on your knees, face in his lap and only an inch or so from his hard cock. His rough fingers gently running through your hair, making you feel all the safer. “You don’t have to” he says softly. “It’s just there if you feel so inclined” he chuckles faintly, a laugh followed by Steve’s. You feel how Steve arches your hips up so you’re on your knees, and you can’t help but whine at the position.

“Let me guess” Steve smirks. “This is your favorite?” He muses as he rubs his large hand along the lines of your back. “You always whine more when we do it in doggy” he says with a small smile. “Figured it was the least we could do for our boy.”

You tense at his words, realizing they could hear you the entire time. Bucky quickly shushes you, slipping a hand down your form with a gentle touch, making sure to keep you steady for Steve. you whine the second you feel Steve’s thick fingers prodding at your tight hole, tentatively pressing inside, getting a feel for how long it would take to open you up properly to fit his cock.

embarrassed with how needy you sound, you attach your lips to the base of Bucky’s dick, making him groan and lean his head back. feeling how Steve squeezes Bucky’s thigh, as if telling him to be good and watch how nice you’re being to him. Bucky steadying himself as he looks down to watch how you try to take care of him. Because of your position you can’t get to the red hot tip, but it makes the teasing all the better as you wrap your tongue around the veiny base.

Steve pressing sweet kisses to your ass and the backs of your thighs as he fingers you, groaning with you as he scissors you open experimentally. “Jesus.. who knew our boy had such a pretty pussy?” He muses to Bucky, making you squirm. Bucky chuckling weakly as his breathing gets heavier from your ministrations.

“I knew it the second I saw him” Bucky replies with a groan. “Steve.. christ you wouldn’t believe the mouth on him” he sighs softly as he runs his fingers through your hair. “Such a good boy.. sucking on my dick like a dog on a bone” he chuckles.

Steve chuckling with Bucky, sinking his fingers deeper into you. “His boycunt is so fucking tight Buck.. it’s unbelievable. Can barely get two fingers in.” both of their hands on you have left you completely dumb, moaning weakly while they use you in the best way.

Steve sitting up onto his knees so he can align the head of his cock with your already messy hole, the tip gathering up your slick easily. Almost crying out from just the feeling of his heavy cock teasing along your lips, so sensitive to his touch. Bucky pulling you away from his dick to make sure you can breathe while Steve presses his tip into you, making you shake with pleasure.

“Ohhh fuck- holy shit” Steve groans instantly, his eyes closing with how nice and warm you are. “Bucky-“ Steve whines slightly, his eyes meeting Bucky’s as he gently rocks himself into you.

Bucky rubbing your back comfortingly while he talks you and Steve through it. “Tell me how he feels” he says softly.

“W-warm” Steve chokes out while you lie dumb underneath him. “he’s squeezing me so good” he whimpers as his hands grip at your sides, scrambling for purchase in your soft form.

Bucky sitting up slightly so he can get a better view, humming appreciatively. “He’s opening up like a little flower” he says softly. “Be a good boy and thank him” he murmurs as he runs his fingers through Steve’s hair.

Steve immediately bending over your form as he sinks into you further, his forearms against the mattress on either side of your head. “t-thank you- oh fuck- you’re so good sweet boy” he whines against the column of your neck. “so good to me” he cries out weakly as your hot boycunt sucks him in more.

Bucky jerking off over the two of you, occasionally slipping a hand under you to tease at your clit, groaning when he feels Steve’s cock slip in and out of you. The three of you going on like that for the next hour, then spending the night together, showering with each other and making sure you feel cared for.

i need to be locked up.. anyways😀🫶

[lanawinterscigarettes]

Hi it's me again 😔 kinktober req perchance?

Steve Harrington with sex pollen prompt? I don't know suthn freaky with the demodog lair keeps popping up in mind. Sorry to keep bombarding you with requests HAHAH hope you're well :>

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it's not a problem, I love all the requests you send me 🥰 this reminded me that I've never actually written somthing for him before, which is kind of crazy?? that being said I love this idea and hope it turned out okay, I wrote this with a transmasc reader too since you asked for one with your other kinktober request. thanks for sending something in <3

(also just a disclaimer creative liberties were taken when writing this so the story would flow better and the plot would make more sense)

Kinktober 2024 Day 12: sex pollen with Steve Harrington x transmasc reader

Warnings: smut/nsfw content, sex pollen, slight bondage via tentacles, multiple orgasms, unprotected sex (please use condoms irl), brief implied Nancy x Robin

The Upside Down was like something out of horrific nightmare. It gave a glimpse into what life would be like if Vecna was able to take things over, which why it was crucial for your plan to destroy his physical form to work.

After wandering through the disturbing woods for what seemed like forever, you finally managed to come across the place you were looking for. Dustin and Eddie warded off the hellish bats, which gave you, Steve, Nancy, and Robin the opportunity of doing your part by searching for Vecna.

Creel House was even more eerie and disturbing in the alternate dimension, which certainly didn't help to ease your already spiked nerves in the slightest. The vines (or tentacles, rather) that were covering the floor made things even worse, because you knew if you made one wrong move they'd be on you in an instant.

While the tentacles in the lair were gross looking, they were also strangely erotic, from their length and girth to the squelching noises they made as they moved around. You tried to keep your thoughts as clean and sex-free as possible as you carefully manuevered yourself over and around them, hopping from one place to another as you did your best not to fall.

Our goal is destroying Vecna and saving Hawkins, you reminded yourself every time your mind started slipping into the gutter. Not fraternizing with what looks like a bunch of over-sized sex toys.

Everything seemed to be going as planned until something started to shake the house, causing what could only be described as some kind of mini earthquake. Naturally, this disturbed the tentacles, which led them to attack.

Some of them grabbed Robin and began dragging her in one direction while others grabbed Steve and dragged him the opposite way. You and Nancy split, her chasing after Robin at the same time you were trying to grab Steve.

"Steve!" You cried out in a panic, using your makeshift spear to stab at the tentacles in hopes it would injure them enough to let him go. They writhed around in agony at the feeling, though you noticed when you stabbed them they started to give off this sickeningly sweet type of odor.

Thinking nothing of it, you kept stabbing, hoping it would be enough to get them to let him go. Eventually they were hacked up to the point where they were far too weak to keep him restrained, forcing them to loosen their grip.

"Are you okay?" You asked while helping him up, noting that he seemed to be a little dizzy, which was odd given that he hadn't really done anything to warrant feeling lightheaded.

"Y- Yeah, I think so," he breathlessly responded, his eyes looking a little cloudy for some reason when you looked at them.

Before you could question him further, you began to feel dizzy yourself, your own vision blurring as a rush of heat spread through your body and buried itself deep within you. The only thing you could seem to focus on at that moment was Steve. His body, his eyes, his voice-

It was then that you realized what was going on. Whatever it was the tentacles sprayed you with must've included some kind of aphrodisiac that was absorbed through the skin, which meant-

Oh, God. Now was really not the time for this of all things to be happening.

"Steve," you began in a slightly shaky voice. He picked up on your nervous tone in an instant, though it was hard for him to think properly when he was going through the same physical reactions you were.

"I- I think we should do something about this," he suggested, his voice low and sultry without even meaning to be. Or maybe that was just you hearing things due to your sudden burst of horniness.

"We can't, we have to go do something about Vecna," you lightly protested, although you knew it was no use. Your legs had grown shaky and weak, causing you to cling onto him for support.

In the meantime, the tentacles had come back while you were both distracted, though they didn't seem nearly as hostile as before. If anything, they were docile, almost affectionate, as if the scent they'd left behind on you make them much more peaceful. Despite this, their intentions weren't entirely innocent, as they'd started to travel up your body, searching for the warmth of your arousal.

"I really don't think we have much of a choice," Steve remarked, his cock already painfully hard in his pants. You weren't faring much better, as your underwear was practically soaked by now.

"As- As long as we're quick about it," was all you could manage to get out before your mouth met his in desperation, your hands moving to grab at his clothes as you pressed your body as close to his as possible.

He was just as eager, his hands finding their way to your hips in a need for contact. Even if you wanted to pull away, you couldn't, as the tentacles had now fully wrapped themselves around you. It wasn't enough to stop your blood flow or anything like that, but you were definitely unable to go anywhere as they'd successfully restricted your movements.

"Oh, Steve," you moaned out his name as his lips traveled down your neck, your fingers lacing through his hair. Every touch the two of you shared seemed to leave behind sparks, his mouth feeling like a red hot iron that was branding your skin.

Somehow during this, you'd moved down onto the floor, the tentacles seeming to swaddle you as you did. Your clothes were quickly pulled off and discarded as the both of you became more and more needy, your actions bordering on primal. Your nails dug into his skin, leaving visible scratches going down his back at the same time that his teeth sunk into the tender flesh of your shoulder.

By the time his cock had finally found its way to your aching hole, you were already dripping wet, like a faucet that hadn't been turned off properly. The mixed sounds of your combined pleasure filled the air as he sunk deep within you, your back arching up off the ground as you threw your head back.

It was hard to tell how long you were there for. It could've been seconds, it could've been hours. You were much too focused on the feeling of him thrusting in and out of you at an animalistic pace to be sure.

Orgasm after orgasm tore through your body, and if you weren't so caught up in the moment you would've recognized this for what it really was: a distraction to keep you away from finding Vecna and destroying him. Eventually, however, both you and Steve began to run out of steam, the combination of exhaustion and overstimulation getting to you.

Beads of sweat covered your body, your eyes hooded as you felt him empty yet another load of his sticky seed inside you. Neither of you were thinking clearly enough to remember that it'd be better if he didn't cum inside you, which left you feeling abnormally full.

It took everything in him not to collapse on top of you once he was finally finished, his limbs looking as weak and shaky as yours were. A quiet whimper exited you when he pulled out, his cock softening again after what seemed like ages.

He slowly helped you get redressed, and you helped him do the same, trying to be careful so you wouldn't disturb the pile of tentacles that laid nearby. They'd become bored after the second or third round and had taken to leaving you alone, but you still didn't want to risk waking them back up again.

You stumbled out of the room you'd been in as you went to reconvene with Robin and Nancy, who looked as though they'd been through the exact same thing you had. Their clothes were wrinkled, their hair was messed up, and you could see a few hickeys peeking out of the collar of their shirts. You had no doubt you and Steve looked about the same.

Nancy awkwardly cleared her throat, avoiding eye contact as she shifted back and forth on her feet. "So, uh- should we...?" She gestured towards the staircase, to which Steve nodded his head in response.

"Yeah, let's."

The four of you began to make your way through the house yet again, a certain kind of tension in the air full of unasked questions with equally unspoken answers. None of you decided to say what had taken you so long to meet up again, and you didn't need to. It was fairly obvious.

Who knew the Upside Down could bring you as much pleasure as it could fear?

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[defectivevillain]

to survive him

pairing: Steve Kemp/Reader

the reader is male and uses he/him pronouns. otherwise, race is ambiguous and no physical descriptors are used.

summary: “I’m sorry,” he says, quickly removing his grip. He’s scratching at the back of his neck awkwardly. “I just— uh. I’ve already made a fool of myself, so might as well continue, right?” You just stare at him helplessly. “Can I have your number?” Do you hit on all the guys you find in the vegetable aisle? You think to yourself sarcastically. “Only the pretty ones.” His response makes you realize you uttered your thoughts aloud. Your heart stutters. Did he just say you’re pretty? “So?” he asks after a few seconds pass and you’re struggling to find a response.

word count: 5.5k | ao3 version

warnings: spoilers to Fresh, canon-typical gore/cannibalism/violence/misogyny; suicidal ideation, starvation, drugging, anesthesia, mutilation

author's notes: I was convinced this movie was going to be a good old-fashioned heterosexual waste of time. But it wasn’t. Instead it was about girl bosses, and we love to see it.

With that said, I am gay trash and I write gay trash. So what is this going to be? You guessed it: gay trash. There may be a lack of girl bosses here, and for that, I am sorry. 😔 I really enjoyed the themes this movie explored, but I’m a transmasc simp who always focuses on the wrong things. sigh. That said, I’ve tried my best to ensure the misogyny and predatory attitude of the entire thing is very much acknowledged.

The reader is called "pretty," but I'm of the not so humble opinion that guys can be pretty.

This is a one-shot with an ambiguous ending. Read the warnings above if you haven't already. Hope you enjoy! <3

It starts with a conventionally attractive white man, as many things do.

You’re making a late night grocery run when someone taps you on the shoulder. You want to ignore them, but you feel inexplicably generous. (Your first mistake.) You push your headphones off and turn to find yourself staring at a brown-haired man with an easy smile. He has light eyes, a nice jawbone and sharp features; he’s wearing a brown jacket over a muted reddish-brown shirt. For a moment, you’re just staring in confused disbelief.

The guy starts talking about his sister and niece, before holding out the package of cotton candy grapes he’s holding. You just shake your head. You didn’t come to the grocery store to talk with strangers, you came to grab food and leave. So that’s what you try to do. You pay him a quick glance and a brief goodbye before leaving. And for a few minutes, you’re distracted with purchasing your groceries and you’re convinced you’ve escaped the man’s attention. But just as you walk away from the cashier, a hand latches on your wrist—light but tangible nonetheless. You instinctually freeze at the contact, only to find the guy from earlier smiling sheepishly. 

“I’m sorry,” he says, quickly removing his grip. He’s scratching at the back of his neck awkwardly. “I just—uh. I’ve already made a fool of myself, so might as well continue, right?” You just stare at him helplessly. “Can I have your number?” 

Do you hit on all the guys you find in the vegetable aisle? You think to yourself sarcastically. 

“Only the pretty ones.” His response makes you realize you uttered your thoughts aloud. Your heart stutters. Did he just say you’re pretty? “So?” he asks after a few seconds pass and you’re struggling to find a response. 

You want to say no. You’re not the type to go through with anything like this. But damn it, the guy’s handsome and he seems nice enough. 

…You give him your number. (Your second mistake.) 

“I’m Steve,” he explains, shooting you a text as if ensuring you didn’t give him a fake number. You introduce yourself in return, albeit hesitantly. The two of you stand there a bit awkwardly before he’s eventually walking away with a “See you around,” and a pointed look at your phone in your hand. 

Your quick departure doesn’t calm your rattled nerves. Why in the hell did you do that?! You’re not usually the type to be so social. And yes, you were sort of forced into it. But you could’ve pretended not to notice the guy, you could’ve waved him off or lied and said you had a partner. Instead, you just let it happen. Let him have your number, let him think he’s won your attention. 

The frightening part: he sort of has won your attention. Even as days pass, you try to push Steve out of your thoughts, but you can’t. 

When he texts you the next week, asking if you’re free, you somewhat subvert the implied ask and offer to get coffee with him the next morning. You suggest a very public place—one you’ve been to several times. Steve immediately responds with a thumbs-up emoji reaction and you sigh. What are you getting yourself into? 

…Safe to say, you get overconfident. It’s a mere lapse in judgment: you walk away to go to the bathroom and return to your table. You told yourself you would notice if the stopper on your drink had moved, if he had touched it. But you don’t notice.

There’s a sinking feeling in the pit of your stomach as you take a few more sips of your drink. It tastes off. Ten minutes pass; your movements feel a bit sluggish, it’s hard to concentrate, and you feel dizzy. You see Steve shrugging his jacket on before holding yours out to you—you have no idea how he grabbed it, because you swear you put it on the back of your chair—and smiling. You think he’s smiling, but it’s hard to see for sure. His voice is garbled in your ears, echoing pathetically through your quickly dizzying thoughts. 

(You’ve lost count of how many mistakes you’ve made. But this is your last one—thinking you somehow had immunity, thinking he wouldn’t harm you. Anyone can get drugged, after all.)

There’s a sinking feeling in the pit of your stomach. You push yourself to your feet slowly, and Steve suddenly has a grip on your arm. He steers you out of the side door and you’re stumbling after him, a weak noise trapped in your throat as you’re ruthlessly tugged around by vertigo. Steve’s saying something, his blurred face pinched in concern. And you’re soon falling to the ground, a puppet in his arms.

There are people passing by—you made sure to choose a public area for this reunion with him. But you have a horrifying feeling it won’t matter. You’re both guys—Steve could probably just claim you to be a friend not feeling well, and no one would bat an eye. No one would think twice of it: of the way he’s tugging you into the back seat of his car with a frightening composure, as if he’s done this several times before.  

You’re unconscious now, though—entirely unaware of the danger you’ve unwittingly gotten yourself into. 

You’re greeted with a headache when you wake. You feel at your temple and groan, your muscles aching as you attempt to push yourself up. It takes a few seconds for your vision to clear, but once it does, what you see is enough to send pure fear coursing through you.

You’re in an unfamiliar room, with elaborate stone walls and luxurious wooden accents. Steve is sitting across from you, staring. You’re on some sort of mattress, with a blanket haphazardly thrown over you. You manage to push yourself into a sitting position, only for a dull ache to run through your wrists. You try to move a bit, but the unmistakable sound of chains rattling grounds you to this nightmarish new reality. You tug at them experimentally, then desperately. They don’t budge. 

“You’ll just hurt yourself.” 

You drag your eyes over to Steve, who’s still staring at you. He’s been entirely silent since the moment you woke. You stare back for a moment, taking in his general appearance. There’s an unsettling gleam in his eyes as he clasps his hands and just studies you. …And he’s wearing a fucking turtleneck. Like a cartoon villain. 

You feel yourself laughing hysterically before you can stop yourself. You’re not actually amused, of course—you’re scared for your fucking life. But somehow, the damn turtleneck is what makes everything set in for you. You’re chained to a wall in this guy’s house. And he’s looking at you like he wants to eat you alive. 

“What’s so funny?” Steve just hums, not appearing bothered by your amusement. Instead, he only looks curious. You just tug your knees to your chest, your choked laughs turning to frantic breaths. He gets to his feet and you scramble backwards, your back hitting the wall behind you as you try to maintain some distance. He’s quick to put his hands in the air in mock surrender. “Jumpy,” Steve remarks, sounding far too amused at the thought. 

“Get away from me,” you hiss as he approaches. He just takes a step closer. 

It’s a blur. Steve tries to get near; you try to lunge at him. You fight for a bit, but it’s immensely clear whatever he drugged you with is still in your system, because he overpowers you easily. You feel tears slipping down your cheeks as you try to breathe around his hand over your mouth. 

“You were tough at first,” Steve says, as you continue attempting to regain your composure. Breathe in, breathe out. Breathe in, breathe out. You’re writhing in his grip but it’s doing nothing. “Wary. I had to get a bit, uh, creative.” 

He shares a smile and finally, finally frees you from his arms. Bile climbs up your throat as you process what he just said, and you return to the corner of the room, if only to maintain an illusion of safety. 

Steve eventually leaves you with a tray of food and a knowing look. You watch him exit before staring down at the food uneasily. One fact is immediately made clear to you, as you stare down at a far nicer meal than you expected: he’s rich. He has the money to dump on meals for his prisoners (because you suspect he has multiple). 

Your second realization is more unpleasant: there’s no way out of this room. You try tugging at the vent just barely within your reach; you test the limits of your chains and feel along the walls. But there’s nothing. You’re well and truly trapped here. 

You still need to escape, though. And it doesn’t take you long to come up with a flimsy plan. It’s risky as hell, but it may be the only way to get a better understanding of your surroundings. And, if you’re lucky, you can get the jump on Steve and escape. (You’re trying not to get your hopes up, though.)

“I need to shower,” you announce the next time Steve returns. You manage to sound confident and determined despite the sheer speed of your heart pounding in your chest. 

He blinks once, twice. You stare back, knowing he’ll crack if you look at him long enough. Sure enough, Steve sighs and crosses the room—getting the chains on your ankles off, but leaving the handcuffs. 

You can do something with this, you think, as he manhandles you down the hall. You suspect he must be having some twisted sort of fun with this, because he keeps grinning to himself. 

When you turn a corner, you whip around and kick at him. But you must’ve been too obvious about your intentions, because Steve just grimaces and then reaches out to grab you by the collar, slamming you into the wall.  You’re still fighting, practically writhing, but his grip strengthens and you’re eventually forced into compliance. The sound of your labored breaths is all that graces the air at first, before he grabs your jaw and clicks his tongue disapprovingly. “You’re lucky I was expecting that,” Steve murmurs. “But you don’t want to do that again.”

You’re breathing hard. His gaze practically cuts through you as it explores you. His fingers are digging into your cheeks, sending pain up and down your jaw. For a moment, time almost seems to stop. 

“You have a nice face,” Steve states clinically. There’s only curiosity in his voice. He tilts you slightly to the left, to the right, and looks at you again. You choke on your next breath before he finally releases you, clapping an arm on your shoulder and pulling you after him. You stumble with the sudden change in momentum and he just drags you along, until you’re finally situated in an unnecessarily big bathroom with a shower encased in stone. 

For several seconds, you just stand there helplessly. Steve crosses his arms over his chest before letting out an impatient huff. “Let me guess, you can’t shower by yourself,” he says sardonically. You wordlessly extend your cuffed wrists. “Ah, right,” he seems to remember. You hold them as far away as possible; he notices and raises a brow, before getting the key from his pocket. 

“Behave yourself.” Steve warns you as he unlocks the cuffs. You’re frozen as he removes the chain and unhooks the leather restraints on your wrists, taking them into his hands. “I’ll be waiting,” he gestures with the cuffs in his hands, before heading to the outer hall. 

Of course, your first move is checking the bathroom for an escape. But that would be far too easy, wouldn’t it? There aren’t any windows—only a miniscule vent near the ceiling, both out of reach and too small for you to fit through. There is truly no way out of this space except through the door, which Steve is likely guarding from the outside. 

You sigh, taking several wary glances at the door before slowly removing your shirt. Steve doesn’t come back in. You eventually convince yourself to strip and get in the shower. The hot water should be calming, but you can’t quite forget the situation you’re in. And you have no idea how patient (or impatient) Steve is going to be, so you try to make it quick. 

Once you’re out of the shower, you haphazardly dry yourself off and put on your undergarments and sweatpants—the very same outfit you had picked for the coffee shop. In hindsight, you’re glad you didn’t care enough to put together a nice outfit—the sweatpants are comfortable.

Unfortunately, Steve’s patience must be fickle, because you can’t even get your shirt on before he’s sauntering into the room. He settles against the wall and just stares at you expectantly. 

“Um,” you just say awkwardly.

Steve doesn’t make a move to leave. You’re just standing there for a bit, uncomfortable. “You think I haven’t seen a guy shirtless before?” Steve huffs. The heated way he’s looking at you, though, tells a different story. You throw your shirt on quickly and he lets out an amused breath, before looking pointedly down at your wrists. 

You don’t really have a choice, save for showing him your wrists and allowing him to tighten the cuffs. For a second, he tightens them far too hard and you flinch. Then he loosens them back to normal, before putting a hand on your shoulder and tugging you out of the bathroom. You’re soon returned to your cell and left to hopeless solitude once more.  

Your isolation is only broken when Steve visits for meals, placing trays near you before walking away without a word. That split second of time—when he’s finished with placing the tray and crouched down before you—always seems to pass with uncomfortable lethargy. He just stares and stares and stares. You always stare back, too afraid to take your eyes off of him and allow him to catch you off guard. 

But you soon learn you aren’t the only prisoner here. A woman’s voice reaches your ears through the wall of your cell and you immediately press your ear to the wall, convinced you’re hearing things. But she introduces herself as Penny, and she insists she’s very much real. 

You fall silent as she begins to explain what she’s learned so far: that Steve drugs and abducts women to sell their meat. It’s stomach-turning, disgusting, misogynistic, perverted… The list goes on. (And above it all, one question prevails: why are you here, then?)

“He says there’s a demand for women,” Penny says bitterly. There’s a note of venom in her voice. “So you’re safe.”

That’s… You don’t even know what to say. “...I’m sorry.” And you’re not sure what you’re apologizing for: the almost inherent cruelty present in so many of these men? The fetishization? Her captivity, like yours?

Penny doesn’t respond right away; you don’t expect her to. You’re quickly coming to terms with your strange diplomatic immunity, and you’re finding it rather uncomfortable. 

“I don’t think he’s ever gone for men,” Penny says to you after several minutes. “I guess you can take that as a compliment. You’re sending him into a sexuality crisis.” 

You sputter a laugh. It’s the first time you’ve felt genuine amusement here. “You’re ridiculous,” you say. You both laugh tiredly. 

As time passes, the two of you talk about what you’ll do if you manage to escape; what you would do to Steve if given the chance; what you would tell your loved ones if you could give them one last message before your death. 

And for a while, you’re deluded into thinking Steve is growing bored with you—a thought that is equally comforting and frightening. (Because if his interest keeps you alive… his boredom will be your death.)

Unfortunately, it appears things aren’t that easy. Despite your disagreeableness, Steve continues to visit whenever he can. For a while, it’s just to deliver meals. It’s a strange pattern: one Steve ends up disrupting one day, when he enters wearing bloodied medical scrubs. Your heart jumps at the sight, and you retreat back to the very corner of the room, knees tucked close to your chest again. You don’t care how pitiful it probably makes you look. Hell, that could be Penny’s blood. And it could soon be yours too. 

“I’m exhausted,” he announces, sagging to the floor against the opposite wall. Steve takes a harsh breath and removes his surgical cap and face mask. Your eyebrows furrow as you watch him just drop them on the floor, out of your reach. A persistent reminder of his cruelty. Not like you’d be able to do anything with those things, but… Still. 

Steve’s silent, staring at you intently enough to melt your skin. Is he waiting for a response? Are you supposed to care about his exhaustion? How does he expect you to look at him—stained with the blood of his other victims—and feel sympathy?!

He talks for a while longer, before you give up on pretending to listen and duck your head in your knees. Maybe Steve will lose interest. Maybe he’ll walk away and look for a more active listener. 

“I like you,” Steve says instead. Your eyes snap up to study him. His hands are shoved into his pockets in a deceptively casual manner. But his eyes shift about the room restlessly. “Just thought you should know,” he continues. 

You’re sure complete disbelief is written all over your face. Steve smirks and walks out of the room, leaving you staring after him in complete bewilderment and growing dread. 

Of course, he takes those words back soon after. “I told you I liked you,” Steve says upon entering your room the next day. You blink and look up at the sudden confirmation of his presence. Apparently he’s not in the mood for small talk or pleasantries. “It was a mistake,” he sighs, before looking at you expectantly. 

“…Okay.” You’re not sure what else to say to that. 

“Brought something for ya,” Steve then says, throwing you a few books. They fall to the carpeted floor with a dull thud. “I’ve never done this with a guy before, so this is the best reading material I’ve got.”

“You don’t usually give women books?” you scoff judgmentally, pulling it near your mattress. You’ll read it when he leaves. “Do you give them gossip magazines or something?”

His silence is enough of an answer. You shake your head in disbelief and retreat to your corner once more. He gives you a tray of food before leaving. You grit your teeth and look down at it, slowly coming to a realization. 

“Stress is bad for the meat,” Steve had said after you first woke up here. 

You stare down at the tray and mash up the food a little bit, making it look like you ate some. In reality, you’re not eating any of it. You’re not going to eat for a while. It’s a foolish, suicidal idea, but… it’s the only agency you have. You have few chances at resistance here. And this, as stupid as it may be, makes you feel in control. Abstaining from the food he gives you is a vindictive gesture. If he wants to sell your meat, he can: malnourished, dehydrated, and overall unappetizing.

For a few days, Steve doesn’t notice. He must attribute your fatigue to your captivity, which works out rather well for you. He has no idea that you’re slowly but surely starving yourself, depriving him of the meat he wants to sink his teeth into. 

The human body can survive a few weeks without food, supposedly. You don’t think it’s even been a week, and you’re already barely conscious. You sleep, and sleep, and sleep some more. It’s hard to keep yourself awake, and even harder to concentrate. Your thoughts are muddled and murky. Penny has since stopped trying to talk to you, sensing you’re pretty out of it. You hadn’t told her your plan, and you wonder what she’s thinking now. Is she happy you’re suffering? You doubt she’s so vindictive, but… it wouldn’t be wrong of her to feel a twisted sense of justice that you’re finally getting the same treatment as Melissa and her. 

Steve visits one morning and sets the tray of food down. But, instead of walking away like he usually does, he just… stands there. You stare back wearily, your vision slightly spinning at the edges. It’s hard to decipher the expression on his face, but it looks almost like an annoyed frown. “You’re not hungry?”

“No,” you manage to say raspily. Your throat is dry too, after cutting back on your water supply. You didn’t quite have the courage to stop drinking water altogether, but you’ve only taken a few sips each day. It’s still enough for your body to be rather dehydrated, which will only worsen the quality of the meat he wants. 

He must sense something’s off, because he’s immediately approaching you and crouching down before you. For a moment, Steve is entirely silent. Then, he slaps your cheek a bit mockingly. “You look so pathetic,” he hums, looking at you thoughtfully. His voice rings in your ears. His face is blurry. “It’s almost cute.”

You don’t really know what’s going on. “You’re pretty quiet,” Steve says. He slaps your cheek harder, and despite the knowledge that it must hurt, you can barely feel it. Your vision is going dark and your body feels like a tangle of unmoving limbs. You try to grab at your captor and summon some courage to say something, anything, but your hand just shakily glides over his forearm as you fall into unconsciousness.

You wake to find something digging into your arm. Your head is pounding and there’s an insistent stinging sensation somewhere below your waist. Your hands twitch and a hiss escapes your lips as the pain persists. It’s too much. You try clumsily pulling at the thing on your arm, but you’re quickly stopped. 

“Ah, ah, ah,” Steve chastises you, pushing your hand away so lightly you could almost mistake the gesture for gentleness. “That’s your IV, you’re not taking that off.” You pry your eyes open, surprised at how difficult the effort is. 

It takes you a few seconds to comprehend what he just said. The IV explains the slight twinge of pain at your forearm, but not the almost overwhelming feeling ripping at your left leg. You almost don’t want to look, but your eyes drag themselves down, down, down past an oversized shirt that’s definitely not yours. You frown. 

“Relax, I just got you out of that gown,” Steve hums. Something unpleasant crawls up your throat at the thought of him undressing you. “Nothing I haven’t seen before. I’m a doctor, remember?” he says with a lopsided smile. Your stomach stews, especially when you process how he’s kneeling before you, a hand on your right thigh to steady himself as he holds a scalpel dripping with blood. Your ears ring. Your breaths are choked, hurried, panicked. Despite your best judgment, you look down further—finding yourself wearing a pair of shorts. They’re rucked up slightly, just enough for you to see the mangled flesh of your thigh. 

“Oh, and I took a little from your thigh,” Steve says casually. “I just thought, why not? Might as well treat myself.”

“No, no, no,” you choke out desperately. Your limbs feel far too heavy to move; your back is soaked in sweat and there are flames running up and down your skin. A pained noise escapes your lips as darkness engulfs you once more. “Steve, no.” 

“Couldn’t let the others have all the fun,” he remarks as he methodically takes your flesh from you. There’s blood everywhere. 

You’re almost grateful when you pass out. 

…Your recovery is slow. Steve clearly doesn’t care enough to give you painkillers, which means you’re constantly fighting off the blinding pain running up and down your leg. You can’t walk for a day or two; and when you finally get to your feet, you almost fall over immediately after. 

It’s getting harder to fight off the inevitability of it all. You’re going to be trapped here for a long time. You’ve tried virtually everything. Nothing works. And Steve has already taken from you—there’s nothing stopping him from doing it again, and again, and again, until you’re a gaunt husk of who you used to be. 

You’re not sure how much time has passed either. Penny’s gone now. You cried a lot. Steve makes fun of you for it—because, really, his toxic masculinity is through the fucking roof. You can’t help but mourn and grieve. Penny was probably the only reason why you didn’t go completely insane from the beginning. She was patient with you through your countless (and hopeless) escape attempts. She tried to distract you when you were feeling particularly helpless, and you did the same for her. Now it’s just you. And her words ring in your ears: 

You’re a man, so you’re safe. 

You almost wish Steve would just get it over with. You know you have some sort of privilege here, but it doesn’t discount the absurdity and danger of the situation. You’d almost rather die now, than live to see yourself crumble underneath his grip. 

It’s very depressing. You’ve given up on attempting to hide your emotions from Steve. In return, he’s given up on pretense too. He’s more honest with you, and you’re not even sure if that’s a good thing or not.

You’re slipping. Steve knows this. He must know this, and, for some reason, he must want it to stop—because the next visit he makes, he’s dressed nicer than normal. You can’t shake the feeling that you’re on the precipice of… something. You’re not sure what it is. 

“What’re you all dressed up for?” you eventually say dryly, in lieu of a greeting. 

“You like it?” Steve asks, almost sounding genuine.

Well, you certainly didn’t say you liked it. But honesty is dangerous right now. “Yes,” you say through gritted teeth. 

“Fucking liar,” Steve just huffs, a smile rising on his lips. It’s too fond for your liking. “Come on.” 

You’ve given up on fighting his constant attempts at physical contact. Maybe one day, you’ll get enough of a drop on him to get away. For now, you allow him these gestures—if only because you’re too weak to resist. 

You’re still unable to completely walk on your own, which forces you to lean on him as he leads you through the house. 

“Is this a date?” you frown as he guides you to the dining room.

“You’re not exactly dressed for it,” Steve remarks. The dining room is situated on a noticeable incline and you very nearly trip on the step leading up to it.  

“And whose fault is that?” you remember to respond with a huff. Steve courteously helps you to your chair, before sitting at the seat perpendicular to yours. He doesn’t fail to cuff you to the chair, which, at this point, seems unnecessary. You keep those thoughts to yourself. 

“Fair enough,” he shrugs. You’re silent, watching him as he steps away to the kitchen before returning with two dishes. Your vision almost seems to blur at the edges as you stare down at the food. 

“Is this human?” you question. You don’t need to ask and he doesn’t need to answer. 

“You’re shaking,” Steve remarks instead. 

“I don’t trust you,” you respond. 

“Fair enough,” he repeats with a playful smile. 

Your gaze wanders as you attempt to calm your racing heart. At some point, you look at his hand and come to a realization. Your own hands twitch with restlessness and fear. 

“You’re missing dinner with your wife for this?” you blurt out before you can stop yourself.  

“How do you know I have a wife?” Steve questions. You just nod poitnedly at the ring sitting on his ring finger; he hums in response, before abandoning the subject and instead explaining the dish he’s made for you. 

It’s hard for you to track this conversation. Steve’s constantly flipping it around, turning it on its head to confuse and unsettle you. “My wife knows,” Steve remarks at some point, “about all of this.” You have no idea what you’re supposed to do with that information. “It’s hard to find people who understand.” Why in the fuck is he staring at you as he says that?

“Don’t look at me, I don’t understand this shit at all,” you eventually scoff, when the tension begins to grow unbearable. 

“So antagonistic,” he smiles slightly. “You’d think you’d have some common sense rattling around in there, but I guess not.”

“Why haven’t you eaten me yet?” you ask. 

“I have,” Steve responds easily, taking another bite of his food. You stare down at it, fighting off your hunger for regular food. That is not regular food. You won’t sink to his level. And, as for his statement… Steve did take meat from your thigh. He didn’t take much from you, but you’d rather die than utter those words aloud. 

Steve seems to sense your thoughts. “The women taste better.”

“No, they don’t,” you fire back before you can stop yourself. His eyes snap to yours. The words are falling from your lips in a hateful spew. “They taste the fucking same. You just get off on it because you’re attracted to them. I guarantee you could chop up some poor bastard and send him off, your buyers would have no clue.”

“Don’t give me ideas.”

You freeze. 

He’s smirking at you pointedly.  

…It appears you’ve forgotten yourself. 

“Don’t fall silent now,” Steve teases, tapping your forearm. It takes every ounce of effort you have not to flinch at the contact. He’s so unpredictable. Sometimes, it’s as if he’s welcoming your insolence. Other times, even the slightest move or wrong look will make him furious. You don’t understand him. 

“No one’s ever cooked for you before,” Steve says. “Not like this, anyway.”

Your eyebrows furrow. How does he know that? You were purposefully ambiguous and vague when you spoke to him on your ‘date’. There’s no logical explanation for how he has that information. Steve wordlessly reaches out and grasps your thigh, a breath away from the incision scar. You can’t quite hide your discomfort this time, which only seems to delight him more. 

“We’re both new to this,” he says inexplicably. You can’t quite hide your curiosity at the vague statement. He pounces on it. “I’ve never done this before,” Steve murmurs, “being with a man.” 

You want to scream. Throw something, take your fork and stab him. But you’re cuffed to your chair. 

“Is your name really Steve?” you murmur instead. You don’t have the courage to push him away, not when he has your life in his hands. Somehow that’s the first thought you can speak on, after finding your composure again. “You don’t look like a Steve.”

“Good,” he says, almost seeming happy with the remark. “And no, it isn’t.” He seems to contemplate his next statement for a long, long time. “I’m Brendan,” he finally says, nearly startling you out of your thoughts. 

Yeah, that fits a bit too well, you think.

After dinner—his dinner, really, because you’re chained to the chair and you refuse to eat human meat— he shows you to his wall of victims. Sure enough, they’re all women. The thought of these people being reduced to a single photograph, a cosmetic or item of some sorts, and a pair of undergarments… is enough to send a renewed nausea up your throat. You blink and suddenly you’re bent over the garbage can dry heaving. 

“Weak stomach.” Brendan almost seems to laugh. His hand supports your back. You want to shove him aside, but all of your energy is already focused on keeping yourself standing. “You’d probably pass out if I showed you the cold storage.” 

At some point, you’re on the floor. You’re not sure when it happens. All you know is the disgusting maelstrom of grief, regret, anger, and envy that threatens to drown you. You want to cry, scream, throw up again. 

You hear Brendan shift. 

“Brendan,” you warn him. He shows no sign of hearing you, instead crouching next to you. 

You flatten your back against the cabinets, too tired to maintain pretense. You have no power in this situation, with your hands cuffed as you sit before a hungry cannibal. Brendan crouches down and you think you can see bloodied flesh reflected in his eyes. You want nothing more than to scramble away, but you’re hungry, tired, weak. 

Brendan’s holding you in his arms, and you’re letting him. He’s pressing kisses to your temple, cradling your jaw, holding your shaking hands and running his fingers over them reverently. He’s whispering reassurances against your skin, that you’re different, special. 

…You’re so fucked.

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𝐓𝐰𝐨-𝐁𝐢𝐭 𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐰𝐬 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐀 𝐓𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬 𝐁𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐖𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐈𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞

↳ notes: tagging @orinscrivellos who motivated me to write this. i really enjoyed doing it

↳ warnings: slight implications of transhobia. nothing directly mentioned

↳ song: a little less conversation—elvis presley

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• Two-Bit thinks you’re super kickass for being out and open about yourself in the way you are. It is the sixties after all, and along with living on the East side of town, you aren’t exactly getting treated the best

• But that doesn’t really matter to you. As long as the gang, and most importantly Two-Bit, likes you, then you couldn’t care less

• So yeah, Two-Bit thinks you’re brave. Probably calls you his ‘fearless knight,’ and treats you poshly for a good laugh sometimes. Or about as posh as he can pretend to get. He’s never been really good at playing a rich character despite his improvisation skills. You suppose it’s the way he was raised, the way all of you were raised, that makes it difficult

• Is loud and proud about you being his partner. Unless you want him keeping it under wraps, Two-Bit will pretty much scream it from the mountain tops about how much he loves his boyfriend. Consequences be damned

• “Golly, Two, you just don’t stop talking about him do you?” Ponyboy ogles at his friend as they make their way down the street, heading to meet you for a night out at the Nightly Double. He was in disbelief that anyone could ever talk so much and for so long, much less about the same thing. Even Soda didn’t use to talk about Sandy this much

• “Nope!” Two-Bit pops his ‘p’ loudly, grinning like a shark as he continues on with his train of thought. Pony just shook his head in a mix of awe and horror, already regretting that he had thought to ask Two-Bit how you had been doing. And that was over ten minutes ago!

• Two-Bit has definitely gotten into fights to ‘defend your honor,’ as he likes to put it—most of the time he can hear people at his school bad mouthing you, which any one of you can handle. You don’t live the greaser life without getting your name dragged through the mud after all—but when they start throwing out those names about you, he’ll start a fight quicker than you could blink

• “Oh glory.” You stare at Two-Bit unblinking one afternoon. Two shiny new black eyes peer back, accompanied by a split lip, and you have to resist the urge to drag a hand down your face in exhaustion.All you had wanted to do is come pick him up from his house, and you were met with this mess

• “What? I’ve been trying on a new look. What do you think baby?“

• “I think you’re stupid.” You don't even have to ask how he got those, you already know. A part of you swells with affection at the thought of him caring about you enough to do that, but the more responsible part of you pushed it down in order to sigh

• “But you love me.” Two-Bit retorts with a gleeful laugh, sounding like he doesn’t have a care in the world. Which he doesn’t. In his eyes, he’s got all he ever needs. A mom that loves him, a sister that adores his jokes, friends that have his back, and a handsome boyfriend. What more could a greaser like him want?

• If you come out and then transition, in that order, Two-Bit and everyone would definitely help you with your new style. They’ve spent their entire lives in boys clothes, so they have plenty of fashion tips, if you can even call them that, and materials to spare

• if you wear a bigger size, or want baggier clothing, Dallas and Two-Bit with go and nab pretty much anything you want from the nearby corner store. If you like tighter fitting clothing, or run a little gangly, you are always welcome to borrow one of Pony or Johnny’s outfits. They’d give them to you in a heartbeat if you asked

• Hair greasing lessons! They’ll teach you how to grease your hair up nice so you’ll look tuff, until eventually you’ve learned to do it all by yourself. Two-Bit always smiles the biggest when you come out of the bathroom with your hair slicked back. He likes to think he’s got the best looking partner this side of the railroad tracks

• It doesn’t matter what kind of body you have or want. Two-Bit will support you all the way. It’s not like you can really afford testosterone or major surgery considering you live in the slums of Tulsa with everyone else, and those services aren’t exactly offered to the public thanks to laws at the time, but if you manage to get our hands on any of that stuff, the gang will support your recovery/shot sessions all the way; bringing you whatever you need in the moment and all that jazz, even if Dallas or Steve gripe about running errands

• “Here’s your stupid bandaids.” Dally threw a small cardboard box onto the foot of the couch you were sitting on with a slight rattle. You look up to thank him, and he just blows out a bit of smoke from his mouth. You had half a mind to ask him for a drag of his cigarette, but knew Darry would kill you if he caught you smoking after administering testosterone. He was already nervous enough about you constantly taking shots, so you didn’t want to worry him anymore

• “No problem.” Dallas’ gaze drifted over to Two-Bit, who was sitting next to you, and he smiled lazily

• “Hey Two? If the two of you are banging, does that make you gay, or straight?”

• Dally walked away from that conversation that day with a bruise on his arm and a big laugh tumbling from his lips

[stormyelliotwritez]

hehehehheehehehehehehehe yes

FRUITY FOUR WITH FTM!READER S/O’s

I love this so so much and I’m so obsessed with these

Steve with a ftm!s/o

He has no idea what you’re talking about at the start

After talking to Eddie and looking up some stuff, he goes full on mama bear like he finds safe ways for you to bind and he pulls you out of situations that make you dysphoric

He gives you his clothes and not just ones he doesn’t want. This man gives you full access to his wardrobe and he doesn’t even get annoyed when you steal stuff for ages

He spreads rumors about people who are transphobic to you and makes them stop and he acts clueless when you bring it up

He makes sure to affirm you all the time by calling you male oriented pet names like handsome and pretty boy

He’s such a sweet boyfriend and he’ll cook dinner when you’re feeling down and let you stay over whenever you want

He makes an effort to not stare at your boobs when you’re having a non-binding day though sometimes he does but he assures you that you’re a guy in his eyes

He’s very touchy and he’s always attached to you and whispering sweet nothings in your ear that normally involve stuff like you’re such a strong man and you’re the hottest guy I know

Nancy with a ftm!s/o

She doesn’t even notice at first and when you bring it up, she nods and then keeps working on whatever she was working on

After you go home, she does a whole bunch of research or at least as much as you can do in the 80’s and writes down how she can be most helpful

She gets Jonathan to help her find you guy clothes and she gives them to you and said that she was just thinking of you as if she wasn’t obsessing over helping you for ages

She gets so worked up over helping you but won’t show it

She’s good at comforting when people make you feel like an outcast (coz of the whole slut era)

She calls you your preferred name like all the time and doesn’t use pet names much

She invites the guys over to hang out a bunch because she wants you to feel comfortable as a guy and she tells Mike he can go to you for guy problems

Robin with a ftm!platonic s/o

Shes always near you and she deathstares people who think either of you are weird

She rambles a lot about how cool of a guy you are and how you’re an even cooler guy than Steve sometimes which is saying something

She didn’t even blink when you told her and then she was immediately like I’m a lesbian and I thought you were a hot girl and now you’re a cool guy and she rambles for a bit

She helps you cut your hair if you hadn’t already because she cuts her own and so she knows what she’s doing

She steals your clothes like all the time and gives you her mascish ones to borrow

She wants to introduce you to the guys now that you know you’re a guy and she loves seeing how happy you get

She rambles when you feel dysphoric and bleh so that you can take your mind off it

Eddie with a ftm!s/o

He blinks twice like a cat when you tell him and then immediately starts calling you a guy and his boyfriend if you’re already dating

He lets you borrow his clothes and especially his vest and he takes you shopping

He gets you to play dnd and he makes you the most masculine character ever like muscles and he’s a rogue or something

He invites you to his gigs and says sappy shit like this song is dedicated to my handsome fucking boyfriend

He’s so so so touchy and reaffirms like all of you. he’ll say stuff like your jaw is so so masculine and you have such strong shoulders and hands bigger than his and hes so touchy and runs his hands all over you

He rants at people whenever they act shitty towards you and makes sure all the attention is on him

He’s such a good boyfriend and he doesn’t always understand why you feel dysphoric and bleh coz he thinks you’re the hottest guy alive but he tries his hardest to understand for you

[ftmsteveraglan]

this is so cringe im sorry but i just noticed ur blog with trans william afton/steve raglan and you are so so incredibly real for that i think!!!! if you’re still taking requests, could you write like a fanfic where both william and the reader is trans bc like bro…. i rarely see fanfics that include ftm william AND ftm reader 😭😭 like i never see t4t william but ik his freaky ass would be attracted to that t guy boy loser swag or whatever…. but if ur not taking requests anymore/or has already done this its all good tho!!

also unrelated but happy new year!! can’t believe it’s 2014 already… /j

so i've gotten two requests for t4t william x reader, and it makes me happy to see that other people agree that he'd be into that cringefail loser t guy energy. hope you guys enjoy some smut!

contains: dom william, ftm4ftm, face sitting, william with a strap, matthew lillard's tongue. words for genitalia include slit, hole, cock, and tdick.

"that's it, baby, let me hear you."

you couldn't help the whine rising up in your chest as he murmured against your skin. you tried to squirm away from his teasing, but with one big hand gripping your thigh and the other squeezing your ass, william made it very clear that he was the one in control, and he'd be getting what he wanted. your futile attempts to get control only spurred him on as he ran his obscenely long tongue up your slit, drinking in your juices.

"come on, babe, quit teasing," you complained, grinding down on his face. william's deep chuckle from beneath you only stoked the fire in your belly some more. you gasped as you felt his tongue slip inside you, tasting as much as he could. as soon as his tongue entered you, it disappeared, only for william to wrap his lips around your tdick, making you whimper.

"love this fucking cock, baby," he groaned before running his tongue over it. you gripped onto the headboard, knuckles white from exertion, as he sucked eagerly, knowing just how much this would drive you crazy. any shame you had left as you ground harder against his face, chasing your orgasm, until finally, after several long, agonizing minutes, you came with a loud cry, whining as william crooned up at you, "there we go, baby, just let go..."

he playfully smacked your ass as you climbed off of his face. the sight of him send another shock of heat to your core, his normally bright eyes dark and wild with lust, his beard soaked in your slick. william chuckled and licked his lips, savoring your taste for just a bit longer.

"we're not done yet, baby," he purred as he shifted positions on the bed. "i wanna see how pretty you look when you come on my cock."

you moved around to lay on the bed, allowing yourself to get a better look at william's strap on. you could see his own slick running down his thighs as he stroked the sparkly purple strap, and part of you desperately wanted to eat him out, to taste him just as he'd done to you.

but tonight was all about you.

william climbed on top of you and leaned down to kiss you, allowing you to taste yourself on his lips. "tell me what you want, baby," he said softly before kissing you some more.

"just fuck me already," you begged. "fuck me, please, please, please..."

william grinned as you pleaded for him, a predatory smile which sent a thrill through your veins, before he lined up his strap with your hole.

"good boy," he murmured, kissing you as he slid his way inside.

[thecreelhouse]

had to email my logo to a coordinator for a pride event I’m vending at, and I almost sent a file for a fic instead 💀

[lovely-foxes-exe]

He Needs Me

Fandom: Stranger Things

Pair: Steve Harrington x Male/transmasc Reader

Pronouns: He/Him

Tw: Unedited, Fluff, King Steve, kissing, neck kisses, neck biting, it doesn’t explicitly state reader’s sexuality nor gender except them being male, angst, Bi Steve Harrington, and spoilers for season 4 of Stranger Things.

Key: (Y/n) - Your Name

(H/c) - Hair Color

(H/l) - Hair Length

(Y/n)’s POV

“(Y/n)!” Steve whined. “What can’t a guy just find another very hot guy attractive?” I asked with a small smile as I looked at Henry’s picture. “He’s Vecna now ya know.” Steve said as I looked at him. “I know, but I’m tired of waiting for the guy I want…maybe…I should go after Eddie.” I spoke as Steve stopped and turned to look at me. “No you aren’t going to date Eddie.” He growled and I groaned out in annoyance.

“Why I’m already apart of the Hellfire club. I’m basically the club’s second Dungeon Master.” I said and I realized to him that is completely gibberish. “Running the games-“ “I know what being a Dungeon Master is.” He hissed. “No need to get defensive King Steve.” I told him as he sighed. “We have been friends for a long time and you know I’ve hated that name.” He told me back and I chuckled.

“I also hated when you became King Steve. Too good for me…only wanting girls especially Nancy and you were too good to hang out with me anymore.” I muttered softly while thinking of a plan when going into the upside down. As I writing down stuff I felt pinned under someone.

“Steve.” I groaned as I dropped my pencil. “I hate it when you call me King Steve.” He growled at me. Oh mister has bark today. “Yeah what are you going to do it about it…King Steve.” I said with a smirk.

He kissed…no correction he was kissing me currently. I was in shock, I didn’t think this man was gay or at least I thought he was straight, nah he is definitely bi. I thought realizing we were still kissing I kissed back. I was so confused, but a kiss from the guy I have liked since I was 10 I am not going to pass up.

He pulled away and I sighed. “I was waiting when I would get on your nerves and finally kiss me.” I admitted and he looked dumbfounded. “Wait, hold on a second. I’m the guy you’ve been wanting since we were 10?” He asked and I sighed a face palmed my red face. “Yes Steve you are.” I told him and he looked away face just as red as mine.

“Oh wow, cool.” He muttered. I sighed softly and pulled him for another kiss. He put his hands in my (h/l) (h/c) hair running his fingers through my hair. When we pulled away he was still in front of my face. “Steve.” I told him and he started to kiss my neck. “Yeah?” He asked and continued to kiss my neck. “I need to write a plan.” I told him and he bit my neck. “Later.” He growled and I blushed as he continued. “Okay Later.”

A/n: Hello Dear reader of mine or if you are new hello to you too! And A Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays to you all! As this is coming out on Christmas and I am going to be hanging out with my boyfriend and my family for Christmas consider this a present for you to open on Christmas morning any I love you and have a happy new year!~ TI3

[dioslesbianwife]

Masterlist Part 3/4

this is my third masterlist though i'm currently on number 4 lol

Here are the links to Masterlist 2/4 ,Masterlist Part 1/4, and Masterlist Part 4/4

my blog page rules: i’ll write basically anything (ships, x readers, fics, HCs, matchups, angst, fluff, nsfw, etc.) I don’t mind most requests, just nothing graphic involving minors or anything that promotes hate.

ALSO-- since im a busy and tired college student it takes me a little while to finish requests.

I’ll enjoy reading and working on pretty much any request ♡ ♡ ♡

I’ll write for any of the following fandoms: HxH, jjba, death note, bg3, genshin impact, and danganronpa (i’ll write for pretty much any character from these fandoms)

Hunter x Hunter:

Main 4 with a polite gothic reader around gon/killua's age

PT+hisoka illumi and kurapika x kinda invincible reader X

HxH men x famous reader who owns a death note X

Pitou Pouf and Youpi x reader with an obvious crush X

Shaiapouf x gentle femdom reader X

Phantom Troupe with a reader who knows magic X

Illumi, Hisoka, Meruem, Kurapika, Chrollo with strong reader X

JJBA Non Villain Stuff:

Mista and weather report x reader recovering from top surgery X

Abbacchio joseph polnareff x reader who wakes up at her funeral X

Joseph caesar lisa lisa suzie q x reader confessing to them X

stardust crusaders x reader who was an abuse victim X

Polnareff and Kakyoin attempting to prank Jotaro

Part 5 gang x reader with scary monsters stand X

Josuke x death metal singer X

Part 5 gang playing dress to impress

stardust crusaders with a reader who's joseph's daughter X

Rohan x yandere reader X

Part 5 gang with reader who has anxiety X

Topping abbachio and polnareff first time hcs X

Stardust crusaders x reclusive reader X

Jojos flustering a usually smug reader X

Jojos as genshin characters

Jotaro's adopted sister reader meeting joseph

jojos and jofoes x gyaru reader X

Jojos x reader who's dio's daughter X

Jonathan x reader who takes care of him (takes place in pt3)

Part 5 gang with reader who knows giorno's dio's son pt 2

Part 7 character with reader similar to Sonia Nvm X

Part 7 characters with reader who loves to dance X

Okuyasu x reader HCs X

Jojos x reader who loves death metal X

Kakyoin x reader who teases him X

Joseph and the reader argue then he turns into a snake X

Diego Gyro Johnny Jolyne Hermes x flirty reader X

Stardust crusaders x reader with defensive/healing stand X

Jojos x reader with a powerful stand named Steve X

Rohan x reader with Bohemian Rhapsody X

Polnareff x transmasc reader /sfw and nsfw-ish X

How the crusaders act in love X

Stardust crusaders + DIO x reader who laughs during fights X

Jojos x reader who has a loud horror like scream X

Josuke x reader who gets more hair compliments X

Stardust crusaders' reactions to dullahan (headless) reader X

Jotaro and Kakyoin both vying for the reader's attention X

Narancia x reader HCs X

Fake relationship trope with johnny, gyro, and diego X

Johnny, gyro, and diego x reader who has an obvious crush X

Jojos with a ticklish reader X

Caesar with an unemotional reader who cares for him X

Johnny and Gyro trying to keep their partner away from Diego X

Jojos x zeppeli reader X

Stardust crusaders x reader with a healing and calming stand X

Part 5 gang with a reader who knows about Dio X

Part 5 gang with a reader that has wonder of u X

Reactions to a reader similar to gundham pt 2 X

SBR side characters x sweet and strong reader X

Stardust crusaders x tsundere reader X

Kakyoin x reader who bakes him cherry desserts X

Part 6 crew with a himbo reader X

What kind of cake jojos like

Asking SBR characters on a scale of 1 to america how free they are

JJBA Villains:

Jofoes x ex nun reader with medusa-like stand X

Jofoes x reader with an evil cat X

Jojo villains going on vacation together

Jojo villains shopping together

Ghiaccio x male reader topping hcs X

Jumping at them, who catches you and who doesn't X

Reactions to a reader similar to arlecchino

Kira x reader who wants to paint his nails X

Dating a reader similar to jessica rabbit X

Reactions to super strong fem reader X

Jofoes x reader who's become a stand X

Reactions to the fanart and merch of them

jojos and jofoes x gyaru reader X

Reactions to a Rapunzel-like reader X

Jofoes x filthy rich reader X

Kira x reader who always tries to make him laugh X

Reactions to the reader kissing their neck randomly X

Jofoes x reader who sacrifices themself X

Jofoes x drop dead gorgeous reader X

Diego x childhood friend vampire reader X

Jofoes x short reader with huge stand X

Jofoes as girl dads

Pillarmen getting caught cuddling the reader X

What Genshin vision/weapon types the jofoes would be

Kira with a fellow serial killer s/o X

Jofoes dating sim (playing one and being in one) X

Fake relationship trope with johnny, gyro, and diego X

Johnny, gyro, and diego x reader who has an obvious crush X

Funny Valentine x reader who suggests states as baby names X

Reactions to the reader's stand being disobedient X

Jofoes with a reader who's anxious about keeping them safe X

Jofoes rejecting the reader X

Jofoes x reader with a powerful stand named Steve X

Dio and Kars fighting over the reader X

Wamuu x reader with painful period cramps X

Jofoes with daughter reader who struggles with depression X

[dimlylittorch]

I’m gonna be so real rn I don’t even know what this is. it’s Steve rogers fluff and smut and comfort and playfulness and strangers to friends to lovers but also strangers to lovers- let me know if yall are even able to decipher it (4.8k)

18+ drabble MDNI

My Masterlist🌱

Steve Rogers x roommate!pre-op!transmasc!chubby!reader

warnings: terms like boycunt, pussy, clit, good boy, princess at one point, etc. reader is more like a fem gay guy (no i didn’t make this with myself in mind whatever could you mean-)

Steve Rogers who decides to try and live a normal life away from the avengers, wishing he could just be a guy again- not Captain America. He’s looking for apartment listings when he sees yours! You have a 2 bedroom 1 bath, looking for a roommate to split the rent with. Just a normal guy looking for a (hopefully) normal guy to live with and pick up after himself. Normal! Steve could do normal. Right?

Well.. when the two of you decide to meet up at a pizza place, Steve wasn’t prepared for how much it felt like a date. Back in his day if you were having a nice meal with a stranger? Yeah, that’s a blind date. He wasn’t used to the whole transfer between online chatting into in person meeting. It was a big change for him to adjust to. You’re also not quite what he expected. Not that that’s a bad thing! You’re just- not what he was envisioning. You’re very.. cute.

You sit across from him at the table with a wide, infectious smile that doesn’t seem to waver. Your eyes are full of interest and have a little spark that he didn’t see in people very often. You were also a little more feminine than he was expecting. Your voice was sweet, and you were wearing a cute pair of cargo pants with a turtle neck, boots and a jacket. If he saw you from afar, he might’ve mistaken you for a woman- but you said you’re a man- so you’re a man. Simple as that. And he couldn’t deny how your smile made his own spread wider, and how your kind demeanor left him a little caught off guard. It wasn’t every day he met the personification of an angel on earth.

“I’m so glad you’re interested in the place” you say sweetly as you take a bite of your pizza, your foot gently swaying under the table as your leg rests crossed over the other. “I honestly haven’t gotten a lot of offers so far, so I was excited when you texted me.”

He smiled softly as he took a bite of his food, his eyes never leaving your soft form. “It’s hard to find a roommate these days” he lies through his teeth, knowing the second he saw you he was never going to stay anywhere else. “And you sounded really nice from your advert.” He smiles.

His heart speeds up slightly when he sees how your grin widens at his words. “Aw, really? I tried to make it sound inviting- I want my roommate to feel comfortable with me, you know?” You smile sweetly. “So- we should probably discuss a few things.”

He nods at your words, reaching for his drink to take a sip before setting his food aside completely. He could practically hear his mom reminding him of his manners, to pay full attention to whoever he was speaking to- especially a nice man like you. “Of course” he smiles as he lets his eyes trail over you whenever you’re not looking.

He watches as you wipe your hands off on a napkin, pulling out your phone and opening up a list- probably things to ask him. “Okay- so” you start to say as you pick up a small piece of pizza, about to take a bite. When you look up to meet his gaze, you freeze slightly when you see how his full attention is on you- he’s not even eating. You can’t help but crack a smile, a little laugh falling from your lips. “Don’t worry- you can still eat” you chuckle. “I’m just going to he asking yes or no questions for the next few minutes, don’t let your food get cold.”

His face flushes ever so slightly before looking down at his food, hesitantly grabbing a piece of pizza for himself and taking a bite. ‘Anything to please you.’ He thinks to himself. “Are you okay with pets?” You ask as you look at him, pulling him from his thoughts. He nods yes. “I’ll cut a deal with you- I do all the laundry and you do the dishes. That sound cool?” You grin.

He chuckles at the thought before nodding. If you asked him to do everything he’s not sure he would even mind. He was a super soldier after all. “Fine by me.” He muses.

He watches as your smile fades slightly after you read one question in particular, your eyes darting over his form for a moment. “Um.. this one is kind of a heavier question.” You say softly as you set your food down, holding a napkin in your hands as you look across the table at him. “I’m.. trans. A trans man, I mean. Is that a problem?” You ask softly, your voice more vulnerable than he expected.

“Trans?” He says softly, tilting his head slightly like a puppy would. “Well- I doubt it would matter” he chuckles softly. “But could you remind me what that is?” He asks. He knew he’d heard it before- but it had been a while.

You breathe a small sigh of relief when you see his smile, gently reaching to fiddle with your sleeves. “It- it basically means I’m female.” You explain softly. “But I feel like a guy.. so I live as a guy.”

His eyes scan over you for a few moments in thought. That made sense- why he could’ve mistaken you for a woman. “Can I ask something? If you don’t mind.” He murmurs. When you nod, he clears his throat slightly. “You.. still seem to be more.. feminine. With- your clothing- and mannerisms I mean. I hope that wasn’t rude- I just.. want to understand.”

You smile softly, looking at him with appreciation- maybe of his honesty? “There’s a difference between being feminine in a woman way and in a gay man way” you say with a small chuckle. “I’m feminine in a gay man way. But.. sometimes it comes across as in a woman way. It’s a tricky thing to master.”

He tilts his head slightly as he absorbs that information. He’d definitely seen a few men on the feminine side- who now that he thinks about it may have been gay. Wait- that meant you were gay? That sparked up a shit ton of internal dialogue for Steve. But the one thing that kept popping up was ‘am I his type?’

“That makes sense” Steve smiles after a moment. “And it doesn’t bother me at all.”

Maybe a week later, Steve was moving in. You had quickly become friends, as it turned out you perfectly fed off of each others humor. You may have been a lot smaller than him, but you insisted on helping- even if you weren’t the best helper. While he moved the larger boxes, you sat on the floor of his room trying to assemble a bookshelf for him. Of course he lent you his tools- but you didn’t know how to confess to him that you had no idea what you were doing. Trying to figure out how to get the drill bit out was hard, okay?

After a little while Steve walks in, his smile faltering when he sees you haven’t made much progress. “Having trouble, princess?” He grinned playfully as he leaned against the doorframe with his arms crossed over his chest. “Princess in a boy way, of course” he smirks.

“Shut it” you mutter as you try for the fifteenth million time to change the drill bit. “It’s your drill, not me.” You scoff as you set it aside before picking up the bookshelf instructions again.

He walks over slowly, crouching down and picking up the drill. With a quick noise, he pops the drill bit out like it’s nothing. “It’s the drill, hm?” He smirks down at you.

You scoff, snatching the drill from him. “Not all of us can be mister manly” you mutter, making him laugh.

He grins down at you, sitting next to you as he grabs the instruction manual from your hands. “So you’re saying you have to be manly to build furniture?” He teases.

You huff, stealing the manual back from him. “I’m saying that not all of us were meant to be the homemakers” you mutter as you flip through the pages of the little book.

He grins at your words, cocking his head slightly. “So you can’t build it because you’re gay.” He smirks.

Your eyes narrow as you turn your head to look at him, another huff leaving you. “If every gay could build a bookshelf it wouldn’t be special anymore!” You scoff, tossing the book towards his head, which he quickly dodges.

He quirks up an eyebrow when he hears your words, a smile slowly forming on his lips. “So if you build it.. it’s more special because usually you can’t build it.” He grins.

With a stubborn pout (which you always deny because no you don’t pout-) you stand up, tossing the extra drill bit to the side. “There goes your only help.” You huff, but it’s clear there’s an undertone of teasing in your voice.

Before you can walk out of the room, you hear Steve stand up. “Oh no you don’t” he grins as he starts to move to grab you. You quickly squeal, darting down the hall with a loud laugh, moving around the kitchen island, opposite from where he stood. “You promised to build me a bookshelf!” he says firmly with a grin. “No quitting.”

You can’t help but giggle as he starts to circle around the kitchen island, and you mimic his movements, trying to stay out of his reach. As soon as you get near the hallway you dart towards it, but you feel a large pair of arms grab you. You squeal playfully while he laughs, pulling you onto the couch with him. With the both of you laughing as you land on top of him, you quickly fall to the floor and carpet with a small thud, pulling Steve with you.

He places his forearms on either side of your head, laughing sweetly as he tries to stop himself. You do the same, flat on the floor underneath him with a wide grin, laughing along with him. God, he loved your laugh. It was so contagious it made a heat in his chest spread like a wildfire. When he opens his eyes after a few moments and looks down at you, his eyes widen a little.

You were staring up at him with wide eyes, face completely flushed as you laid still. He didn’t quite understand at first, until his leg moved slightly.

Oh.

Oh.

He was hard. And on top of you. Holy shit- this is embarrassing. His fucking erection is slotted right in between your legs as he holds himself over you, gazing down at you dumbly while he tries to think of what to do. But what he can’t get over? Is how cute you look like this. Hair slightly frazzled, a few beads of sweat along your brow. He could practically hear your heart beating out of your chest. Wait. Did you.. like this? Did you like his bulge pressed up against you?

Trying to act innocently he moves to get up slightly, but his hips press deeper against your own. He doesn’t miss as your eyes close for a split second, heat radiating off of your face. Before he can stop himself, he leans back down, his body blanketing over your own. He stares down at you, watching how your eyes try to look away shyly. After a few quiet moments, you hear his quiet voice.

“Do you like that?” He says softly, voice full of hesitancy and care.

When you don’t answer, he gently rocks his hips against your own again. When he hears how your breath hitches, he slows his hips down to make it last a little longer.

“Please tell me you like that.” He says faintly, eyes soft and pleading.

After a few moments of silence, he feels your arms move underneath him. When he looks down, he sees your hands slowly undoing the zipper of your pants as your eyes stay off to the side, away from his gaze. He smiles almost immediately, quickly sitting up and undoing his own pants.

As he kicks his boots off, he makes quick work of shoving his jeans down over his hips, but he pauses when he looks down at you and sees how stiff you look. Christ.. sometimes he got caught up in the moment. He watches as your hand slips beneath your pants and to your crotch, rubbing tight circles. He sees how you close your eyes to try and focus- on what? Getting wet? Surely he could do that part for you, right?

He gently slips his hand over your own into your pants, and you tense slightly at the contact. When he reaches your fingers as he moves to lay over you slightly, he closes his eyes as he feels the way you’re roughly treating your little bud. He opens his eyes again and looks down at you with a small frown. “That can’t feel very good?” He asks softly, gently moving your fingers out of the way so his can take over.

The sigh of relief that slips past your lips from his touch makes his chest flood with heat, his cheeks burning at the thought of pleasing you. He carefully massages your clit, stroking it as gently as he can, seeing how easy it is to make you squirm. “Touching yourself must’ve gotten tiring after a while.” He murmurs softly, more to himself than to you. “Without any help.. it doesn’t always feel good.” He says quietly.

Finally, your soft voice speaks up. “I don’t do it to feel good anymore” you say weakly through ragged breaths, caused by his gentle touch. “Just to let go.”

He sighs softly at your words, gently shifting his fingers down to your burning core. When he teases at your tight hole, you gasp slightly, body shivering from his touch. “Honey..” he says softly, voice laced with concern. “When’s the last time you felt good?”

His movements pause when he hears a small sniffle, quickly looking up to see tears welling up in your eyes. Concern floods his face as he pulls his hand out of your warm folds, pulling you to sit up and rest in his arms. “Hey- hey..” he says softly. “You’re okay sweet boy.” He murmurs against your hair as he holds you close. “Just need a little love, yeah? Need a little care to get you back in working order. No big deal, alright?” He says comfortingly.

When you offer a small nod he carefully picks you up, carrying you down the hall and into your bedroom. It was nice and cozy, obviously catered to make you feel safe in your own little world. “Want to call me Steve?” He says softly as he helps you get your shoes off. “Or anything you like.. pet names and all. Whatever helps baby.” He murmurs as he gently pulls your pants off for you.

Sniffing softly, you gently lifted your hips to let him pull your pants off completely. “anything?” You ask softly.

He smiles, nodding encouragingly. “Anything at all. Want me to help with that?” He asks as he gestures down to the slight wet spot on your briefs. When you look down you instantly snap your legs closed out of embarrassment, shying away from his gaze. After a few moments, he chuckles faintly when he sees your little nod. “Don’t worry- I’m mister manly, remember? I can handle it.” He grins, making you crack a smile.

With a soft smile you gently scoot back into the far corner of the bed with only the walls and a large pile of pillows, blankets and stuffed animals behind you. He smirks, getting onto the bed and crawling over your soft form. “Looks like..” he muses as he pulls his shirt off by simply reaching one hand behind his back to tug it off. “You got yourself cornered.”

Your eyes instantly shift to his chest, taking in the sight of his chiseled body. “Holy fuck” you say faintly, not even meaning to say it aloud. When he looks down at you with his head cocked slightly in confusion, you look down at yourself for a moment. “You- you know that.. I don’t look like you. Right?” You say softly. It was a dumb question, sure. But it would be a major turn off for him to be disappointed when he sees your body. “I mean- not nearly as good as you look.”

He frowns slightly as he reaches to touch the hem of your shirt. “Why would I want someone exactly like me?” He murmurs softly. “I mean.. I know I have muscles. But they’re hard- and uncomfortable.” He says faintly as he slips his hands under your shirt, feeling the soft flesh of your stomach. “You’re so soft.” He sighs contentedly. “No wonder you like those plushies so much” he murmurs, gesturing to the stuffed animals behind you. “They all feel like you. And you feel.. christ.” He whispers.

Your cheeks heat up when you feel his hands roaming over your stomach, and you can’t help but pull your shirt off with a sudden burst of confidence. You cringe when you see how your binder has rolled up some, not helping to hide any of your stomach. You quickly move to tug it down, but Steve’s hands grab your own. “No sir- let me see” he says quickly, yanking you to sit up so he can get your binder off completely.

You see how his pupils dilate more when he sees your chest, his hand reaching out to trail along your sides and stomach before anything else. You can help but lay back into the soft pile of your bed, melting into the feeling of comfort from every angle. His warm hands on your front, and your cold blankets on your back. “Steve..” you murmur softly as you take a deep breath of relaxation.

When he sees how you finally start to loosen up, he can’t help but stare down at his now exposed cock- anything but relaxed. The more his hands travel along your soft flesh, the harder his cock gets. Of course, he found every part of you attractive- especially in this moment. But when he pulled down your briefs and saw your chubby pussy? He was a goner.

He hears you gasp when he grabs your hips, pulling you up to rest against his thighs as he sits on his knees. The second he let his cock touch your warm boycunt, he could’ve sworn he’d been to heaven and back. It didn’t take long for him to start fucking against your cunt, heavy cock rubbing in between your folds, the tip always hitting your clit perfectly. He was mesmerized as he used one hand to spread your lips open as far as they could go, taking in every single crevice and bit of flesh he could. “Fuck- oh fuck” he choked out, his face growing more flushed by the minute. “You’re so goddamn soft- especially down here.” He whimpered.

You whine every time his head hits your puffy little bud, your eyes rolling back slightly. When he can sense that you’re getting a little overstimulated from the relentless feeling, he coats his cock in any remaining slick seeping from your hole before sitting you up and pulling you close. “Please let me fuck your tummy” he says weakly as his hips buck upwards, his cock dragging along your plush stomach.

You look at him slightly dumbfounded. “That’s.. something you want to do?” You ask faintly. When he quickly nods out of desperation, you offer a shy nod before resting your face into the crook of his neck to hide your embarrassment.

The second he receives a nod of approval, his hips buck upwards repeatedly, heavy cock dragging along the fat of your stomach. “Jesus christ” he says weakly. “nobody gets to do this but me, yeah?” He says faintly. “Never thought of this before- but holy fuck it feels nice. You hear me?” He grunts against your ear. “God.. pretty boy with the prettiest body.” He says against your skin as one of his hands grabs at your chest, kneading the flesh in his palm. “Gonna make me cum- just from that cute tummy.”

Staring down at his ruddy head, you can’t help but admire how pretty his cock looks with precum leaking out of the tip. Before he can cum, he begrudgingly pulls his hips away from your body, panting heavily. “can i fuck you?” He pleads as he looks into your eyes, like a puppy begging for a treat. “I’ll make you cum- over and over. Promise.” He begs.

You slowly nod, offering him the green light. You weren’t even completely sure of what you were doing anymore- just too caught up in it all to even consider that you were fucking your new roommate. When he sees your nod he flashes you a sweet grin, letting out a small chuckle of relief. Before you even know what’s happening, he has his arms around your thighs, pulling you up so your shoulders and head are against the mattress, his face right in your boycunt. One thing you definitely weren’t used to? Being used like a ragdoll.

Unable to even see much of what he’s doing, you gasp when you feel his face pressed against your cunt in its entirety. “Mm- he’s all puffy for me” he hums to himself as he buries his face into your plush skin. When you whine at the feeling, he chuckles softly. “Yeah? Tell me alllll about it” he muses as he starts to let his tongue slip over your tight hole, gently pressing into your cunt. As you gasp and try to grab the sheets to keep you steady, he hums against your pussy, the vibrations making you shiver. “Do you like that?” He muses as his hands knead at your thighs and hips while he holds you up.

“oh- f-fuck” you whimper, your back arching even though you can hardly move out of his grasp. “Steve! Slow- slow down!” you plead as he fucks your hole with his tongue, all the while his cock is throbbing in his lap. “please-“ you choke out, but your words are met to a slap to your ass, making you whine. As your mind grew foggier, you reached your hand behind your back to grab onto his cock, tugging on it to get a reaction out of him.

When he feels your hand he groans against your cunt, his hips rocking into your hand. Shifting his mouth onto your clit, he buries his face into your puffy mound, suckling around your little bud as sweetly as he can, making you preen. “Yeah- yeah, good boy” he moans against your cunt when your hips attempt to rock up against his mouth. “Your little clit can have all the attention he wants” he murmurs.

When you tug on his cock a little harder, he pulls away to look down at you, his lips covered in your slick. When he sees the look on your face, he already knows exactly what you want. “You think you can take it?” He asks with a raised eyebrow before looking back at your leaking hole. “I don’t know..” he murmurs.

When he sees how your clit twitches under his gaze, he chuckles slightly. “Please? Let me try” you say quickly, face burning hot as you can feel your pussy spilling all over itself. “I feel empty.” You confess softly, and when he sees your pleading eyes he can’t deny you.

With a soft sigh, he shifts your hips back down onto the mattress. “I won’t say no to that.” He smiles softly as he lets his hands knead at your thighs. “Any position preferences?” He asks softly as one of his hands shifts down to your boycunt, gathering up some slick and rubbing it along his cock.

Sighing contentedly when his fingers trace along your boycunt, you let yourself lay back against the mattress. “Stay close.” You whisper.

He smiles, moving his body over your own. Wrapping around you like a warm blanket, his abs press against your pudgy stomach, his knees shifting under your thighs as your legs raise to accommodate him. Before you get a chance to take a breath, his lips meet your own while one arm hooks under your own, the other tracing along your shoulder until his fingers eventually intertwine with your own. “Like this?” He whispers against your lips with a playful smirk.

You can’t help but giggle as you gaze up at him, admiring how nice he felt around you. It didn’t take long for his lips to meet your own in a deep kiss, completely dissolving any reservations you had held previously about sleeping with your brand new roommate. “Like this.” You confirm sweetly when the kiss breaks.

It didn’t take long for his hand to trail down, running over your clit for a moment and stealing your breath before slipping around his cock. Notching his head at your hole, carefully sliding back and forth to tease you just enough while you soak his cock, making him clench his teeth. “Gonna let me in, baby?” He breathes out against your neck with a groan. “I know you need it.”

Your legs subconsciously spread as much as they can, a silent invitation that makes him smirk. “Please Steve” you whispered softly against his ear, and he’s embarrassed to admit how hearing his name from your lips made his heart speed up, and his cock jump. It’s hard to resist pushing in hard and fast, his blood rushing through his ears.

“Yeah, sweetheart.” He murmurs against your skin as he sinks in slightly, his body shuddering slightly from the squeeze, denying himself too much too fast. “Talk to me, hm? Tell me how it feels- because fuck you feel good.” He groans as he presses in a little deeper.

Your nails claw at his back as you suck in a sharp breath from the stretch, burying your face against his neck with a whimper. “oh f-fuck-“ you choke out. “y-you’re so big, Steve.” You whimper as your hips mindlessly try to shift away from his own.

He chuckles lowly, pinning your body further to keep you in place. “Don’t flatter me, princess.” He bites against your neck with a smirk. “Princess in a boy way, of course.” He teases as he bottoms out, mimicking his words from earlier. When he feels you clench around him he chokes slightly, letting out a weak breath. “Christ- you’re fucking perfect, you know that?” He mutters as he rocks his hips slightly, groaning at how tight you are.

You nod slightly against his neck, holding onto him tightly as you try to steady your breathing. “c-could you-“ you stutter, choking back a moan when he bucks his hips against that little spot inside of you.

You can feel his smile against your skin, your cunt clenching around him. “Like that, baby?” He murmurs as he repeats the action, your moan making him chuckle. “Mhm.. I know what you need.” He goads.

With the repeated pump of his hips against yours, the slapping of skin against skin slowly filled the room as he picked up the pace. Every moan you let out spurred him on, and every time your boycunt tightened around him he swore he saw heaven. His thumb started to tease your little bud, tight circles making your eyes roll into the back of your head. “oh shit- steve!” you cried out, your head back against the mattress as you came around his cock.

“fuck- fuck” he grunted as his bucked his hips against your own, sitting up slightly so he could see how you creamed around his cock, milky white ring making his head spin. “Good boy- fuck!” He moaned, letting his cock spill into you as he tried to catch his breath. Letting his hands lay on either side of your head, he looked down at you with hooded eyes, watching how you took in quick breaths, eyes closed from bliss.

When you opened your eyes, you found him leaning over you with a fucked out expression. You couldn’t help but smile weakly, reaching up and ruffling his hair a little. “You’re a damn good roommate.” You chuckle.

He laughs, letting himself gently collapse on top of you. “Are you making fun of me?” He grins.

You laugh, trying to push him off of you playfully. “After the pipe you just laid? Never.”

hi guys!! i know i don’t have many followers here for the marvel content, but i’ve had this in the drafts for a while. hope you enjoyed :3

[lanawinterscigarettes]

Kinktober 2024 masterlist~

my official collection of all things Kinktober for this year! requests will be open from now until October 24th, which is one week before Halloween. prompt list and other info can be found at the bottom

posts will be happening every other day or so starting October 1st and days will be added as more requests are sent in. if you want to be tagged in anything please don't hesitate to let me know <3

Day 1: grinding with Jennifer Check x fem reader

Day 2: Monica Geller pegging a male reader

Day 3: John Bender with a gn reader who has a hand kink

Day 4: River Song, Missy/Gomez! Master, and Clara Oswald having a slightly tipsy, sexually explorative sleepover with a fem reader

Day 5: praise kink with the Fourteenth Doctor x gn reader

Day 6: feedism (feeding kink) with Greg House x male reader

Day 7: Gale Weathers pulling a male reader's hair

Day 8: Eleventh Doctor and River Song worshiping and giving all their attention to a gn reader

Day 9: Jennifer Check being straddled by a fem reader

Day 10: James Wilson x transmasc reader having semi-public sex that involves edging/overstimulation

Day 11: handsy makeout session with Clara Oswald x fem reader

Day 12: sex pollen with Steve Harrington x transmasc reader

Day 13: body worship, nipple play, and begging with Anthony Bridgerton x transmasc reader

Day 14: make-up sex, blood play and restraints with Joe Goldberg x fem reader

Day 15: marking kink, praise kink, and oral fixation/face-sitting with Jason Dean x afab reader

Day 16: Gale Weathers corrupting a gn reader

Day 17: Damon Salvatore fingering and praising a transmasc reader

Day 18: Eddie Munson giving oral to a transmasc reader

Day 19: Joe Goldberg x fem reader against the wall sex and praise kink

Day 20: Monica Geller overstimulating and praising a male reader

Day 21: James Wilson x male reader having morning/sleepy sex

Day 22: the Torchwood Five having an orgy with a gn reader

Day 23: threesome with Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes, and a submissive male reader (including: breeding, frotting, overstimulation, and nipple play)

Day 24: Dhawan! Master gifting a gn reader a special necklace that acts like a vibrator

Day 25: Missy/Gomez! Master using handcuffs and hypnosis on a gn reader

Day 26: James Wilson and Greg House having a threesome with a male intern

Day 27: blood play and knife play with Adam Faulkner-Stanheight x fem reader

Kinktober 2024 info post/prompt list

[hippiegoth97]

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About Me: call me Hippie (or Goth) / 28 / she/her / fic writer / bi / married / minors and ageless blogs DNI

Requests: Open

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Characters/Fandoms I Currently/Will Write For

Stranger Things: Mainly Eddie Munson, but I’ll write any adult and older teen characters (portrayed at least 18+), I WILL NOT age up child characters

The X-Files: Fox Mulder, Dana Scully

Fargo: Gator Tillman

Buffy the Vampire Slayer: Giles, Spike, Angel, Drusilla, Faith, Buffy, Willow (Basically anyone except Dawn and Xander, all portrayed as 18+) 

Ghostbusters: Egon Spengler

Once Upon a Time: Killian Jones, Regina Mills

Slumber Party Massacre 2: Driller Killer

Criminal Minds: Spencer Reid, Penelope Garcia

Twin Peaks: Dale Cooper

Californication: Hank Moody

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Current Works

Into the Fire (Eddie Munson x Reader) Master List

Eddie Munson x Reader One-Shots Master List

Hangman's Joke (Eddie Munson x Female Reader The Crow AU) Pt.1 Pt.2 Pt.3 Pt.4

You're a Winner (Gator Tillman x Female Reader)

I Want to Believe (Fox Mulder x Female Reader)

Diary of a Hawkins Hussy (Stranger Things x Female Reader) Pt.1 Pt.2 Pt.3 Pt.4 Pt.5 Pt.6 Pt.7

Requests: Angel x Fem!Pet!Reader Chrissy x Fem!Bisexual!Reader TransMasc!Reader x Stranger Things Fluff

Blurbs: Eddie #1 Eddie #2 Eddie #3 Steve #1 Steve #2 Spencer Reid #1 Spencer Reid #2 Robin #1 Jonathan #1 Egon#1 Egon#2 Egon #3

Upcoming Projects

Dream a Little Dream of Me (Driller Killer x Female Reader)

Strangers Meet, Strangers Dream (Egon Spengler x Female OC)

Watch Me (Giles x Female Reader)

You’ve Got Me Hooked (Killian Jones x Female Reader)

I Want to Believe Pt. 2/Pt.3 (Fox Mulder x Female Reader)

Blurb/One-Shot Request Rules

Send me an ask in my inbox with the character, pairing/grouping, and specifics you would like. It may take a while to be finished, and I reserve the right to reject a request for any reason. I WILL NOT accept requests from minors or ageless blogs. Anon requests are accepted. I also ask that any requests DO NOT include the following subjects. I am not comfortable with these subjects and will not write them. (I don't judge anyone who enjoys these subjects, I am just not personally comfortable with them.)

Rape/Non-con (I’ll write references/flashbacks to past sexual assault if it’s beneficial to the story. But no rape fantasy)

Incest/Stepcest

Cheating (In a positive light)

Anything relating to Minors

Watersports/Scat/Vomit Kink

Omegaverse (I honestly just don’t know enough about it)

Pregnancy/Breeding Kink

Pretty much anything else is free game, so request away :)

*I do NOT give consent to have my stories translated, copied, uploaded to other sites, or fed into AI of any kind.*

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[corrodedcoffinfest]

Spring Break Pop-Up Masterlist

Spring Break has ended here at @corrodedcoffinfest! Thanks again to everyone who participates in any way to make these a success. You rock!

This event had 27 total entries from 9 unique participants: 26 Fics, 1 Pieces of Art & 0 Other Works were submitted.

I've updated the spreadsheet with these newest entries, bringing our current total from all events to 386!

And don't forget to check out our ao3 collection!

Prompt: Beach

Like Waves Crashing on the Beach by @thisapplepielife | Word Count: 1000 | Rating: E | POV: Gareth | Pairing: Gareth/Di (OC), Background Steddie | CW: Unprotected Sex, Public Foreplay | Tags: Semi-Famous Corroded Coffin, Spring Break Gig, One of the Dancers Is Awfully Familiar, Road Manager Steve Pulling All The Strings, Except The Bikini Ones, Those Are For Gareth

Hotter Than the Sun by @punkrockmlchael | Word Count: 1000 | Rating: E | Freak (Grant) x Plus Size Fem!Reader | CW: Explicit Sexual Content, Warnings: 18+ mdni, Pre-Established relationship, Slightly Perverted Grant based on thoughts of Reader | Smut: Oral (Fem Receiving), afab reader | Tags: Freak, Pre-Established Relationship, beach, Sexual Thoughts

Boys Trip by @mugloversonly | Word Count: 478 | Rating: G | Additional Prompt(s): Ocean | POV: Eddie | Tags: Eddie and the CC boys go on a vacation

It's Tradition by @thisapplepielife | Word Count: 1000 | Rating: T | POV: Robin | Pairing: Platonic Stobin, Steddie | CW: Mentions of Recreation Drug/Alcohol Use, Steve's Neglectful Parents | Tags: Childhood Friends AU, Reuniting

it's time to emerge by @the-unforgivenn | Word Count: 936 | Rating: T | CW: Some romance, some angst | Pairing(s): Gareth Emerson x Fem!Older!Mom!Reader | Tags: Set in the 90s, age-gap romance, Gareth is 26 and Reader is early 40s, Corroded Coffin goes to PCB, Post-Vecna

Prompt: "I don't do shorts."

Just You and Me and the Sea by @glassbxttless | Additional Prompt(s): Ocean | Word Count: 939 | Rating: T | Pairing(s): gareth emerson x fem!reader | CW: Swearing, no smut, just fluff. Two idiots in love. Still don’t want minors interacting with my content. | Tags: You and Gareth spend some time at the beach.

I Don't Do Shorts by @keaganz | Word Count: 996 | Rating: T | Pairing(s): Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson | POV: Eddie | CW: None | Tags: Famousish Corroded Coffin, Jeff being a little shit, Eddie being an awkward idiot, Platonic Stobbin, Famous Steve Harrington, Steve's stage name is Joe Keerry, Single parent Steve, Dustin is Steve's son, Steve Harrington has loving and involved parents, Movie set, Meet cute, Not mentioned but Steve is TransMasc

Easy Access by @punkrockmlchael | Word Count: 1000 | Rating: E | | Pairing(s): Jeff x Plus Size Fem!Reader | CW: Discussions of body image issues, Explicit Sexual Content, Warnings: 18+ mdni, Reader wears makeup, Discussions of body image issues (you are literally all perfect and I love you so much), Pre-Established relationship | Smut: Sex in a hotel room, Unprotected PinV, Creampie, afab reader | Tags: Jeff, Pre-Established Relationship, Hotel Room, Jeff loves to Comfort

Howdy, Sailor by @thisapplepielife | Word Count: 1000 | Rating: T | POV: Eddie | Pairing: Steddie | CW: None | Tags: AU, Eddie Needs Shorts, Eddie Doesn't Wear Shorts, But The Salesclerk Is Awfully Handsome, Meet Cute

So, Where Are We Going Then? by @dreamwatch | Word Count: 1000 | Rating: T | CW: Anxiety (briefly mentioned) | POV: Eddie | Pairing: Eddie Munson/Nancy Wheeler | Tags: mild angst, followed by warm fuzzies, Eddie has kids, Gareth is the best friend we all need in our lives, yeah I just wanted to write Edancy, sorry about that

Untitled by @butwhatisit | Word Count: 997 | Rating: T | POV: Gareth | Pairing: mentioned but nothing on screen | CW: Swearing | Tags: Gareth, soulmate AU, female OC

dancing through the depths of hellfire by @the-unforgivenn | Word Count: 998 | Rating: T | CW: Strong language, mentions of alcohol | Pairing(s): Gareth Emerson x Fem!Older!Mom!Reader | Tags: Set in the 90s, age-gap romance, Gareth is 26 and Reader is early 40s, Corroded Coffin goes to PCB, Gareth and Grant are in school, Jeff's a teacher, Eddie owns his own shop, Post-Vecna

Prompt: "I've got two words for you: Spring. Break."

living past your half-life by @the-unforgivenn | Word Count: 999 | Rating: T | CW: Strong language | Pairing(s): Gareth Emerson x Fem!Older!Mom!Reader | Tags: Set in the 90s, age-gap romance, Gareth is 26 and Reader is early 40s, Corroded Coffin goes to PCB, Gareth and Grant are in school, Jeff's a teacher, Eddie owns his own shop, Post-Vecna

Stupid Shower by @punkrockmlchael | Word Count: 1000 | Rating: E | Pairing(s): Gareth Emerson x Plus Size Fem!Reader | CW: Explicit Sexual Content, Warnings: 18+ mdni, Pining, Sexual Thoughts, Slightly Perverted Gareth based on thoughts of Reader | Smut: Descriptions of Oral (Fem Receiving), Unprotected PinV, Creampie, afab reader | Tags: Gareth Emerson, Spring Break with Best Friends, Spring Break, Sexual Thoughts, What the fuck is that shower?

We've Been Over This by @thisapplepielife | Word Count: 1000 | Rating: M | POV: Steve | Pairing: Platonic Stobin, Pre-Steddie, Robin Pining for Vickie | CW: Mention of Temporary Character Death, Brief Vamp Biting/Feeding, Mild Sexual Content, Language | Tags: Post S4, Hawkins Sticking Its Head In The Sand, Vampire Eddie, Dinguses x 3

Prompt: Keg

come out from underneath of who you were by @the-unforgivenn | Word Count: 999 | Rating: T | CW: Mentions of alcohol, Gareth's general awkwardness (but it's at least a little endearing) | POV: Gareth Emerson | Pairing(s): Gareth Emerson x Fem!Older!Mom!Reader | Tags: Set in the 90s, age-gap romance, Gareth is 26 and Reader is early 40s, Corroded Coffin goes to PCB, Post-Vecna

Request Accepted by @thisapplepielife | Word Count: 1000 | Rating: T | POV: Eddie | Pairing: Steddie | CW: Alcohol | Tags: AU, Corroded Coffin Van Tour, Frat Boy Steve, Beach Kegger, Meet Cute, First Kiss

Prompt: Ocean

Lake Michigan, 1987 by @thisapplepielife | Word Count: 1000 | Rating: T | POV: Multiple | Pairing: Platonic Stobin, Pre-Steddie | CW: None | Tags: Post S4, Everybody Lives, Steve's on a Mission to Crash Corroded Coffin's Spring Break Getaway to the Beach, Robin's Along For The Ride

How Steph got her groove back. by @keaganz | Additional Prompt(s): Sunscreen | Word Count: 999 | Rating: M | Pairing(s): Established Steddie | POV: Steve Harrington | CW: discussions of cheating & Divorce, Single Mother Steve Harrington, Pregnancy, scars | Tags: AU - Modern AU, Eddie Munson Lives, Gender bending, Always a girl Steve Harrington - Stephanie Harrington, Daddy/Mommy Kink, Famous Eddie Munson, Original Child, Hard of hearing Steve Harrington, Idiots in Love, Eddie Munson calls Steve Harrington pet names, Dom/Sub dynamics, SoftDom Eddie Munson, Sub Steve Harrington, Pregnancy, Roleplay

you and i are down headfirst by @the-unforgivenn | Word Count: 936 | Rating: T | CW: Maybe some secondhand awkwardness at Gareth's expense - other than that? No warnings! | POV: Gareth Emerson | Pairing(s): Gareth Emerson x Fem!Older!Mom!Reader | Tags: Set in the 90s, age-gap romance, Gareth is 26 and Reader is early 40s, Corroded Coffin goes to PCB, Post-Vecna

Ocean - CaliHellSurfDrum by @alicetallula | Medium: Art | Relationship(s): CaliHellSurfDrum | Details: Done using watercolors, ink pens, colored pencils, gel pens, graphite pencils, alcohol markers, acrylic paint pens and Photoshop for the light, clouds, waves and splash effects

Prompt: Seagull

Float On by @thisapplepielife | Word Count: 1000 | Rating: T | POV: Eddie | Pairing: Pre-Steddie | CW: After Effects of S4, Depression | Tags: Eddie Munson Lived, Now He Just Kinda Wants to Float Away, His Friends Won't Let Him, Angst w/a Hopeful Ending

go ahead and wrap your arms around me by @the-unforgivenn | Word Count: 833 | Rating: T | CW: Brief mentions of loss/grief | POV: Gareth Emerson | Pairing(s): Gareth Emerson x Fem!Older!Mom!Reader | Tags: Set in the 90s, age-gap romance, Gareth is 26 and Reader is early 40s, Corroded Coffin goes to PCB, Post-Vecna

Prompt: Sunscreen

A Perfect 40 by @thisapplepielife | Word Count: 1000 | Rating: M | POV: Eddie | Pairing: Pre-Steddie | CW: Equal Opportunity Objectification | Tags: AU, Famous Corroded Coffin, Meet Cute, Wet T-Shirt Contest, Gay & Horny Eddie Munson, Confident & Big Dicked Steve Harrington

my blood beats, so alive by @the-unforgivenn | Word Count: 975 | Rating: T | CW: Strong language, reader is described as having breasts | POV: Gareth Emerson | Pairing(s): Gareth Emerson x Fem!Older!Mom!Reader | Tags: Set in the 90s, age-gap romance, Gareth is 26 and Reader is early 40s, Corroded Coffin goes to PCB, Post-Vecna

Rub Me Down by @punkrockmlchael | Word Count: 1000 | Rating: E | Pairing(s): Eddie Munson x Popstar!Fem Reader | CW: Making out, Dry Humping, Warnings: 18+ mdni, Alludes to Sex but not much actual smut, just some making out and dry humping by the pool | Tags: Fanboy Eddie Munson, Sexual Thoughts, Popstar Reader, Spring Break in Mexico

You Could Do Me Next by @thisapplepielife | Word Count: 1000 | Rating: E | POV: Eddie | Pairing: Steddie | CW: Mutual Masturbation | Tags: AU, Beach Meet Cute, Hooking Up

[imdead770]

The Outsiders x Transmasc! Reader

Warnings - Swearing, female to male, sexual mentions, the basics Authors Note - I've never written anything about this, with that said I'm so sorry if this is bad. This is more how they would react to it, by the way. P.S - This is a request from @changingcore

Darry -

I think Darry is a more traditional guy, so I don't think he would pick up on it. Keep in mind this is the 1960s, this type of thing was rare. So whenever you told him or he found out, he probably took a second. He'd honestly be a bit more comfortable?? Like sex wise he knows how it works. He's got it. Easy. He'd honestly be surprised how he didn't notice before.

" How come you didn't tell me? "

" Dunno.. just.. scared. "

" I still love ya.. "

" Yeah? "

" Yeah. "

Honestly he wouldn't treat you any different.

Sodapop -

This boy would fall for anybody. He's just like that. So whenever the two of you started dating, everyone was like 'uh..' but didn't really mind. Whenever he found out you were originally female, this mf was so confused 😭.

" ..So do you have a vagina or- "

" That's what you're worried about? "

" Hey, this is important. "

Would honestly make you feel so comfortable and treat you the same

Ponyboy -

Honestly I think he's a bit gay. Have you seen him? So whenever he fell for you, it was a 'shitt' moment. The two of you were a thing, eventually you told him. He'd turn his head, looking at you like '🤨'. Would probably find it a bit weird, only because he'd never really heard of it. Didn't mind too much though.

" So... what do you think? "

" ... cool. "

" cool? "

" yeah, cool. "

Johnny -

He's so innocent I have no idea how he'd take this. He's in love with you, he knows that. So whenever you're like 'I'm a biological female' he's like '😐'. He's not upset he's just so confused that he looks upset. He still loves you so much, he just needs a second for his brain for process it. He'd understand after a day though.

" Okay.. so you were born a girl? "

" yeah. "

" And now you're a guy with a.. vagina..? "

" pretty much "

Dallas -

Im so sorry but I feel like he'd be like 'ew'. In all honesty. It's Dallas Winston, he's cold. Sweeter with you, but still cold. So whenever you explain it to him, he's probably dead silent. He might come around, but he'd still think it's weird.

" Darlin.. can't ya just.. be female? "

" Dal, respectfully, kill yourself. "

Two-Bit -

You already know where this is going. So he finds out, yeah? Either you telling him or something just happened. He'd take a second and then just

" ...ya shape shifted? "

You'd just look at him all confused, smiling and trying not to laugh. He literally wouldn't care at all, he'd just joke about it.

" you're telling me you saw your vagina and went 'ew' "

" Two- please- "

Steve -

He's a mix of Dallas, Sodapop, and Two-Bit. At first it was 'what the fuck, ' then confusion, then he'd just make little jokes about it. When you first told him he was a bit weirded out, but he got over it quick. Then he asked about it. Then he probably said something like

"... so that's why your chest is bigger than mine.."

" STEVE-?? "

I'm surprisingly proud of this.

[thecreelhouse]

idk who’s up and interested but

might post from more than one if there’s enough interest :-)

[specterings]

HOUNDING… cal. 19. transmasc. he/it. you can find me on twitter under the same name.

HOWLING… simon ‘ghost’ riley. john price. john ‘soap’ mactavish. kyle ‘gaz’ garrick. phillip graves. alejandro vargas. rodolfo parra. alex keller. matthew murdock. foggy nelson. frank castle. peter parker. steve rogers. bucky barnes. the winter soldier. arthur morgan. sean macguire. homelander. frenchie. billy butcher. hughie campbell. mother’s milk. jon snow. the hound. wyll ravengard. gale dekarios.

BARKING… sfw, nsfw, ftm reader and character, amab, top!reader, bottom!reader, sub!m!character, top!character, he/him &. they/them reader. pet play, primal play, water sports, character x character, platonic dynamics, fluff, angst, age gap (not illegal), feminization, a/b/o, hybrids, monsterfucking (to an extent), alternative universes, breeding, oviposition, size kink

SNARLING… fem!reader, scat, age play, underage, non-con, dub-con, snuff, bestiality, incest/stepcest, vomit, forced-anything.

COLLARING… no tag list yet.

BITING… do not flirt with me / make jokes about flirting with me, ask me to write anything it says i wont write.

PETTING… reblogging my work, sending asks, giving yourself an anon ‘name,’ asking about stuff you dont see on either list of do/do not writes, spitballing ideas in my asks, sending requests,

CLAWING… #sfw for only sfw, #n/sfw for nsfw, #cal speaks for personal posts, #cal writes for my writing, #ftm for ftm reader or character.