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yokohamapound · 11 months

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hii omg i just discovered ur blog and ur writing is! so! amazing!!! i’d like to request maybe chuuya, ranpo, dazai and fyodor with an s/o who likes to bite them playfully??

Characters: Nakahara Chuuya, Dazai Osamu, Edogawa Ranpo, Fyodor Dostoevsky

Contents: NSFW references, biting, NSFW "punishments"

Nakahara Chuuya

The first couple of times you do it, Chuuya yelps and grabs your face, squishing your cheeks until your lips pucker out like a fish.

“The hell was that for?” he demands. “Damn rabid brat.”

If you make a habit of it, however, he decides to fight fire with fire. If you sink your teeth into his arm, he’s going for your neck. If you bite his neck, he’s gonna yank down your pants and bite your thighs. Don’t try to one-up Chuuya, because you’ll likely fail.

He gets into it. Before you know it, it becomes a habit to shove you up against the nearest vertical surface and leave a few bite marks and love bites on your throat, your chest, your arms. He’ll pin you in place with his Special Ability so you can’t wriggle away. If you’re going to bite him, then he’ll make sure you can’t hide the ones he leaves on you, either.

Bite his neck during sex to make him go wild.

Dazai Osamu

Dazai complains like a big baby when you sink your teeth into him. He blinks those big brown eyes at you and asks in a piteous voice why you’re always attacking him. In some ways, you’re more feral than some of the orphans he’s picked up. Atsushi turns into a literal tiger and he doesn’t bite!

Don’t let Dazai’s whining fool you—he doesn’t actually have a problem with you biting him now and then. You can’t do a whole lot through his bandages, anyway.

Unlike Chuuya, he probably won’t bite you back. Not immediately, anyway. He’ll save it for when you’re spread underneath him, on the edge of an orgasm and begging for him to send you over the edge. That’s when he’ll sink his teeth into your inner thigh, or bite playfully at your nipples. He’s quite a proponent of mixing a little pain with your pleasure to heighten the sensation.

If you bite him in bed, he moans and fucks harder, his back shuddering.

Edogawa Ranpo

Look, I completely get it. Ranpo is such a cute little brat that he induces cute aggression in his partner, to the point where you quite literally want to bite him.

The first time you do it, he's kind of confused. Did you mistake him for a gummy bear or something? But when he sees the stupid, glazed look in your eyes, he knows.

"That's the same look the boss gets when we go to the cat cafe," he says, pointing his lollipop at you in accusation. "Next thing you're going to start waving a feather on a stick in front of my face."

Yeah, you've been tempted.

Ranpo won’t be the bigger man. He will absolutely bite you back. He has a habit of snapping at your fingers when you reach for his face or his snacks, or he might turn his head and bite your cheek or your chest like he’s biting into a steamed dumpling.

Chomp.

Fyodor Dostoevsky

Fyodor is a bit of a hypocrite here, seeing as he spends most of his time chewing on his own fingers. Obviously, evidence indicates that he is in fact very biteable. All that pale, pristine skin. How can you not want to leave a couple of marks on him?

However.

While he might excuse a love bite or two during your little conjugal sessions, he isn't nearly so forgiving of you sinking your little teeth into his arm or his shoulder or god forbid, his face whenever you get the urge.

He looks down at the teeth marks you've just left in his forearm and raises an eyebrow.

"Are you a kitten I took from its mother too early, my love?" he asks, his tone promising…something…later. "Or perhaps you have developed a case of vampirism.”

If he truly minded, he'd find a way to "encourage" you to stop, but as it is, he is more likely to have you restrict your biting to the bedroom, where he has the time and leisure to repay the favour as he sees fit.

And if you don't heed him, he might just see fit to put you in your place, whether that be on your knees in front of his desk chair while he works, or bent over his lap while he disciplines you properly.

#yokohamapound #bungo stray dogs #bsd #bsd x reader #Nakahara Chuuya #Dazai Osamu #Edogawa Ranpo #Fyodor Dostoevsky #Dazai x Reader #Chuuya x Reader #Ranpo x Reader #Fyodor x Reader

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kairiscorner · 9 months

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So I was watching the live adaptation of the addams family (released in 1991)

AND MHIEEEE,,,,,,,,

There’s this one scene where Gomez is looking down at Morticia

And his dialogue…..

“Look at her. I would die for her. I would kill for her.”

AND I CANNOT, FOR THE LIFE OF ME, STOP THINKING ABT MIGUEL IN THIS SCENE

Like babes have we ever considered gothic!miggy b4 bc

Bc….

ATE NALOLOKA NA PO AKO SAYO /hinimatay ngl i can't see current miggy as a goth, but younger miggy? oh hell yeah, he'd probably try out a goth aesthetic huhu MMMMMMM I WANNA WRITE THIS NGL ACK

(reblogs are greatly appreciated, it helps get my content out there! if you guys like what you see, please reblog it too <:D)

i mean it when i say... i'd kill for you, i'd die for you. – miguel o'hara x reader

there are times when he has to ask himself, really get himself thinking–"why am i still spider man? for what am i saving all these people who i've never even met before, taking hits from overzealous, insane villains so nobody else gets hurt even though they don't even thank me in the end... living despite the pain of living, loving despite the risk of having my heart broken–that i would be the reason of a loved one's heartache and suffering?"

there are hardly any times when questions of severe existentialism are ever answered early by the vast universe; the answers are hidden, muddled by the cosmos that keep expanding, never to be known by any living mortal–at least, not directly. miguel's dilemma is such, for truly, what is his life when put into the perspective of the grander scheme of things? what is the meaning behind the life he lives when he cannot even get a moment of rest until he's in the grave? what does he come home for, only to leave that home all over again and come back who knows when?

as he swings home, making minimal noise and conspicuous movements towards the window of your bedroom with miguel–he stares for a moment into the room. he's greeted to the very familiar sight of you sleeping soundly by your side, hopefully not suffering any internal turmoil that would discomfort you in your slumber. as you lay there, with your eyes shut and mouth slightly parted–gently snoring and mumbling in your sleep–with the moonlight illuminating your gentle figure, fragile frame... miguel has the answer to a his pondering answered in that one scene of his evening–of his life.

he mustered the courage to enter the room, quietly crawling in like a thief in the night. he shut the window closed after entering and dissipated his suit–leaving him in a pair of dark color briefs. he got under the covers, hoping not to wake you from your seemingly peaceful sleep, and once he snuggled up next to you... he found himself holding his breath in, as if anticipating that at any moment, the multiverse would part you from him and keep him as he always was before you came: miserable, lonely, and empty–without meaning.

your sleeping face was turned to his side, your eyelashes and lips looking so ravishing to miguel to pepper with kisses–your nose looking so... biteable. he smiled to himself slightly and gently pushed back a small lock of your hair behind your ear, shifting his face to move closer to you, to gaze into your lovely face and just soak in all of you.

"look at you... oh, the things i'd do for you; i can't even begin... to tell you..." he muttered, having a one-way conversation with your sleeping figure. he brushed the back of his finger against your cheek slowly, savoring the feeling of your warm skin. "i do all these things, all these things nobody thanks me for, to keep you safe–to see you in this very bed, to hold you another night, see you another day and hear your voice speak my name and tell me you love me..." he murmured, moving his face closer to yours–your lips almost touching, his nose poking yours.

he exhaled and smiled gently up at you. "i mean it when i say i'd die for you... i'd kill for you. nobody else matters to me, not anymore, when all i have left is you." he whispered as he leaned his forehead against yours, giving your nose a small kiss, taking your hand in his and gently squeezing it. whether you heard him or not didn't matter, miguel had finally gotten his answer from the universe somehow–and miguel would repeat to you that answer from the universe again and again and again.

you're the only one he has now, the only one who's never left him and has defied what the multiverse has in store for him–you're all that he loved, loves, and will ever love–until the end of time and space itself, you are all that he wants and needs.

tags !! @miguelswifey04 @binibinileonara @luvstarrstruck @melovetitties @arachnoia @fictarian @yuridopted0 @ophanimgold @meeom @hisachuu @wreakingmarveloushavok @popeheywardssecretgf @smokeywhalee

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piratecaptainscaptainpirates · 1 month

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1k word fic prompt (tw past abuse, nothing more than the stuff in your latest fic): ed has lots of rules he follows to avoid getting physically and emotionally hurt in a relationship, and doesn't fully realize how fucked up it is and how small he's making himself until he starts dating stede and stede never gets angry at him or wants him to behave differently.

This prompt was perfect for adapting a scene that had to be cut from "If I Get Lost Along the Way!" Super happy you sent it in. <3

(Always happy to see prompts for 1k word fics in my inbox!)

Ed had a lot of rules.

His ex-boyfriends liked how he looked, if he presented himself the way they wanted. He knew how to look fuckable and grabbable and biteable, how to pull up his hair to show off his neck and pick shirts that hugged his waist just right. He knew to skip the eyeliner and earrings and cute crop-tops until he was sure his newest boyfriend wouldn’t insult him or tell him he looked like a slut.

And he knew how to behave.

He knew how to step lightly around drunks and creep quietly through the house in his socks for a snack when a guy was sleeping on the couch. He knew how to keep himself quiet and inoffensive, knew how to wait for his boyfriend’s opinion before sharing his own. He knew how to turn his eyes down and whisper I love you so they’d stop at just hitting him once. He let his boyfriends go through his phone and order for him in restaurants. He knew how to make himself small.

And dating Stede was a little scary, because - he knew how to look fuckable, but he wasn’t really sure how to keep Stede calling him cute and beautiful and precious. He was still trying to work out a pattern, but it was hard, because Stede said those things no matter what he was wearing. He stuck safety pins through the sleeves of shirts Stede liked, but before he knew it there was a pin through every shirt in his closet.

It scared him, how many of his rules Stede encouraged him to break.

Stede liked his laugh, asked his opinion, helped him with chores, told him he didn’t deserve to be hurt, said he’d never, ever hit him, and it made him feel big. It made him feel like it hurt to force himself back into being small.

Still, he tried to keep himself safe, and the first time he fucked up was scary as hell.

They’d just gotten off work and decided to catch a movie, and it had been the most fun Ed had ever had on a date. He was still getting used to thinking that about every date Stede took him on. They’d picked the movie together, and it was some dumb monster movie thriller. The movie was forgettable, but Ed loved the experience of sharing a big bucket of movie theater popcorn, sneaking sips from Stede’s slushie, clutching at Stede’s arm and hiding his face in his shoulder during the scary scenes…

And he was just so happy he forgot one of the rules.

Smiling so big still made his face hurt, and he stretched as he stood up, loving to see his beaming smile reflected right back at him on Stede’s face. “That was great!”

Stede scooped up their empty popcorn bucket, kissing him on the cheek, and he wrinkled his nose a bit as he glanced back at the credits rolling on the screen. “Did you really think so? I didn’t think it was very good.”

Ed froze, his smile dipping so quickly it felt unbelievable he’d ever been grinning like that in the first place. “Oh.”

He braced for impact. Stede was going to call him stupid, and tell him he had horrible taste, and he was never taking him to the movies again, and -

“I think,” Stede said, leading Ed down the aisle and tossing their trash in the bins, “that one was actually part of one of those cinematic universes. Wanna see if we can find the others streaming somewhere when we get home?”

Ed frowned, stuffing his hands in his pockets to keep himself from taking Stede’s hand. Was this some kind of trick? “Didn’t you just say you hated it?”

“Eh, hate’s a strong word, and you liked it.” Stede shrugged, frowning a bit at Ed’s expression. “Ed? Sweet pea, are you okay?”

Ed shrugged one shoulder. “Yeah. I’m sorry I dragged you into the dumb movie.”

“Love, we picked it out together.” Stede stopped Ed with a gentle hand on his arm, pulling him to the side. “We don’t have to like the same movies. It was worth seeing it, just because I like spending time with you. I had a lot of fun!”

“Oh.” Ed examined Stede’s face, watching for any sign of anger or mockery, and his smile felt tentative. “Okay. I had fun, too.”

“Great.” Stede kissed his cheek, and then they were heading back out to the car like Ed’s entire world hadn’t just turned upside down.

Ed decided to do a little test.

“Can we go get ice cream?” He asked as he buckled his seatbelt, watching Stede check his teeth for popcorn kernels in the rearview mirror.

“Sounds great,” Stede chirped. “You wanna pick the place?”

Moment of truth. Ed took a deep breath.

He clenched his hands into fists on his thighs, resisting the impulse to just suggest what he knew was Stede’s favorite ice cream parlor, even though it didn’t have Ed’s favorite flavors. “Can we go to Miracle Max’s?”

“Sure,” Stede said immediately.

“No, wait,” Ed blinked. “You hate Miracle Max’s.”

“It’s not my favorite, sure,” Stede frowned, “but it’s your favorite, and I picked last time. Ed, honey, seriously, are you okay?”

“Yeah,” Ed said, slowly, hardly daring to believe his luck. “Yeah, I’m fine. I’m good.”

When he got himself a sundae with five different flavors, Stede just laughed and told him he loved it. Fuckin’ weird.

Over the next few days, Ed tried breaking more of his rules. He laughed louder, he wore a crop-top and earrings, he styled his hair differently. He told Stede when he didn’t want to go somewhere, he shared the things that interested him.

He hadn’t realized how truly small he’d been making himself until Stede started telling him that he just wanted Ed, as he was, as big as he wanted to make himself.

It was nice, to just get to be Ed.

#ofmd #our flag means death #ofmd fic #my fics

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demonsandpieohmy · 13 days

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Carte Blanche

Celebrating WAMEN over at @goodomensafterdark by bringing you another collab with @searchingforakeythatdoesntexist! Go check out her amazing art for this fic. Thank you to @theonewiththeshippinggoogles for betaing!

Rating E, 2.9k words. Warning for smut and nsfw art

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“Crowley.” An angelic voice and a light tap on the shoulder caused a grin to spread across his face, which he quickly tamped down into something resembling a casual smirk.

“Aziraphale,” he said smoothly, turning around. “Fancy seeing you-”

Crowley nearly choked on his drink as he took in the sight of Aziraphale standing next to him. The same bright blue eyes, upturned nose, and beatific smile as usual greeted him, but everything else was different. Gone was the usual buttoned up suit and solid shoulders, replaced by a gently sloping neck atop an hourglass figure. The fashionably low-scooping neckline of Aziraphale’s cream and baby blue evening gown revealed the top of generous breasts pushed up by the corset design of the dress. A velvet choker drew his attention to very biteable collarbones.

“Crowley?” Aziraphale frowned when he didn’t respond, and then looked down at himself. “Oh, I know, slightly different outfit choice today. I’m trying to blend in with the court ladies, as an acquaintance of the ambassador’s wife. A little easier when I’m not, you know.” He vaguely gestured over his body.

Slightly different outfit choice? Jesus fucking Christ. Crowley had only seen Aziraphale in a female form a handful of times over the years, and definitely never anything like this. Hell, he barely saw past his neck as it was.

He also knew Aziraphale went for anatomical correctness, both to blend in and to fill out his trousers in a way that wouldn’t draw suspicion. Which must mean… He mentally slapped himself to stop from thinking about what kind of glorious effort Aziraphale must currently be sporting.

Continue reading on ao3

#good omens #good omens fanfiction #ineffable husbands #fem!aziraphale #aziracrow #Crowley #aziraphale #fanfiction #writers on tumblr #writers on ao3 #writeblr #lilly rants #lilly writes

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strangelittlestories · 1 month

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[cw: briefly appearance of a homophobic characer who uses a slur]

He looked like sunlight.

I'd never seen hair that colour before, that bright mix of platinum and and sunflower. I'd had a few beers by that point, and when I saw him across the dance floor I thought he was on fire.

The bar wasn't anything special. It was grimy, like I liked it, the dance floor had less room to move than some prison cells I'd been in (and considerably more sticky). I figured I'd have a drink, have a dance, have a fight, then have *another* drink from one of these drab buggers.

But there he was, lighting up the night. And I swear I'd never known the meaning of the word effulgent until I saw him.

“Mate, your hair, it’s…” I was slurring,

“It’s great, isn’t it? It’s called Platinum Blonde. Like the movie?”

“The Jean Harlow film?” I’d actually seen that flick back in the ‘30s. It made me have hitherto unexplored feelings about blondes. “She was biteable…”

“I know, right?” He nods at me and smiles and I want him doing that forever.

“Bloody right.”

“You’ve got a cute accent…”

When we left the bar, we didn’t just go to some convenient alley where I would drain him dry and move on. No, tonight was special. And maybe it was the cheap whiskey or maybe pollution or maybe it was him, but the night air shimmered as we passed. The streetlamps flickered wherever we walked, as they knew they could never be as bright as *him*.

We ended up at a late night drug store. He guided me through the brightly coloured packages like he was an alchemist and I was his precious student. I’d never had much time for that mystical shite like some of my type, but this was the kind of neon magic I could get behind.

“This one.” He said, fingers caressing a cardboard package on which a woman with a dazzling smile modelled even more dazzling locks.

“What the bloody hell is Clairol? Is that this bird’s name?”

“Nah, it’s the name of the brand, man. Bringing platinum to the masses.” He had one hand in my hair, tousling the mousy strands and I was incredibly aware of his pulse roaring through his veins. “Spinning straw into gold…”

He was still playing with my hair when we got to the checkout. The clerk gave us a look like he wanted to say something. I was feeling peckish by then, so I just licked my lips at him and pressed myself a bit closer against the living star next to me.

“Fucking fags.” I didn’t really give a bugger, but I saw my star’s face fall. Not much, just enough to make him burn a little less brightly.

Then my hand was around the clerk’s throat and he was choking.

The star didn’t say anything, he just put one firm hand on my arm. Gently. I don’t know why, but I lessened my grip.

“Apologise.” I said it slowly and carefully, drawing out every syllable, letting myself feel the word taut in the air.

He mumbled something that was close enough to sorry to make no odds.

We went back to his place.

I’d never had someone wash my hair before. It was a bit like what being bitten felt like. It felt vulnerable. Transformative.

And after we’d washed the chemicals out, I stood there and I looked in the mirror and … of course, there was no-one looking back at me. But the way *he* looked at me, I bloody well felt like a new man.

His hands were in my hair again. I smiled at him. We fell onto the bed with our hands tangled in each other.

I waited until the sun came up before I did it.

But as the first rays began to creep round the curtains and sting my eyes, I bit hard and drank deep.

And he tasted like sunlight.

#vampires #hair dye #writeblr #wtwcommunity #writing #microfiction #flash fiction #short story

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delphi-dreamin · 7 months

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Kinktober Day 5: Diavolo

Uncensored version 🔞

This one is specifically for my love @sassykattery ~! I appreciate the hell out of you!

Taglist: @biteable-pink-pixie @sparkbeast20 @kyungjoon-do @yourboysdemonsafterdark @attic-club-sandwich @syren201 @consolationblog @flemmingbamse

Kinktober Masterlist

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me diavolo #kinktober 2023 #delphi draws

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nyoomfruits · 9 months

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fics that are essential landoscar lore to you 3 2 1 go

[shoves the enitre contents of the ao3 landoscar tag at you] there you go :)

IN ALL SERIOUSNESS. this is so hard why would you ask this of me aaahhhh but OKAY.

(below a read more because uuuuh. this accidentally got really long)

how much can you fit (under your skin) by cloudcollector | E | 4,5k

Oscar has biteable thighs. Lando has teeth.

this one is self explanatory and what prompted you to send me this ask i think. anyway i've said this before but even if you dont like thighs you will come out of this a thigh lover. also 10/10 dynamic like everything is so!!! about this fic. introduced reading oscar to the world which i think should be a staple in all landoscar fics actually

Negative splits by leafmealone | T | 10k

So officially, Oscar Piastri, pretty good steepler and pretty bad pacer, was now a professional runner. They wanted him to steeple, mostly, though he’d be doing cross country in the fall, and Lando had pinky promised him, mid-distance guy to mid-distance guy, that if he wanted to get into the 3k flat indoor then he would get him in. Oscar didn’t really want to ask how he planned on doing that. Felt safer not to ask.

very important landoscar lore to me personally which if you've been following me a while you probably know why. anyway 10/10 and a must read makes me feel very insane every time. also leaf did put the sports boys in another sport as well which is also mandatory reading in my personal opinion.

only found by eisenberg | T | 7k

“Hey, well. No strings attached, right?” Oscar says, strategically. Lando smiles and says, “hell yeah. And now that that’s established, what’s your stance on aliens? Also, do you still want your cake?” -- cinderella soulmates au where whatever you lose, your soulmate finds. except: oscar has a soulmate and lando is a No-Match, a person who doesn't have a soulmate.

what is a mandatory reading list without a soulmate au truly. AND LET ME TELL YOU. 10/10. dynamic is of the charts fantastic, beautifully captures the differences between lando and oscar but why they work anyway and gaaahhh. sometimes i just stare at the ceiling for three hours and think about this fic no biggie

what would you do (if I went to touch you now)? by laceyamethyst | E | 30k

“Okay, so they both like each other. We need to get them together.” “How? Lando’s too freaked out to think straight and Oscar is the human embodiment of the standing man emoji.” Charles purses his lips for a moment before he snatches his boyfriend’s phone up from the other side of the table. “What are you doing?” “Initiating Mission Landoscar.” “Did you just make that up?” Charles waves at him dismissively as he begins texting, and Max lays his head down on the coffee table and prays for strength. *** In which Max tries to prove to an oblivious Charles how glaringly obvious it is that Lando is head over heels in love with Oscar. When Charles finally gets with the program, Lestappen go on A Mission™ to get the two idiots to admit their feelings for each-other, but it’s easier said than done.

first of all this fic is perfect, show stopping, laugh out loud funny. SECOND OF ALL this fic is the best way to bully your lestappen friends into shipping landoscar because it actually has a super sweet established relationship lestappen side plot. also this whole fic is from max's pov which means you get a beautiful outsider pov look at the complete chaos that is lando and oscar pining for each other. delightfull really.

Your Plans (And Those Slow Hands) by xxcelientje | E | 4k

He could probably fit both of Oscar’s hands in one of his own, he could for sure use one hand to hold both of Oscar’s wrist and an idea entered his mind. He smiled at Oscar. ‘You like my hands?’ Oscar’s cheeks reddened even more as he nodded, his eyes still on their joined fingers. ‘They fascinate me,’ he admitted, biting his lip. OR: Lando and Oscar have some fun (and share some feelings) after the Belgium GP

just like the thigh fic will give you a thing for oscar's thighs this will give you a thing for lando's hands. gaahhh their dynamic in this is just so!!!!!!!!! the way theyre so HORNY for each other 10/10

carried away by venerat | E | 22k

“Oscar,” Lando said. “Don’t hate me, alright, but I've—”

did you really think i was going to do a mandatory reading list without a venerat fic???? lmao. anyway all of venerat's stuff is mandatory but this one is my personal fave i think. TOP TIER dynamic truly, and its FAKE DATING. what more can a person want really

change the weather by sharls | E | 5k

Lando knows what a thong is, of course he does—but the team needs content, the team needs clicks, and he just so happens to be well-versed in the art of going viral.

is a mandatory landoscar reading list really complete without a thong fic??? i think not. and this is so!!!!!!!!! everything about this just Makes Sense. if you told me this had actually happened i would be like. yeah. that checks out. very incredibly in character and just !!!!!!! very hot and funny and perfect.

all right theres a lot more but??? i promised myself i would rec only 5 fics and this is already 7, so... i'll stop here. for now

#landoscar #mctwinks #twinklaren #fic rec list #we truly have so many great writers in what is actually a relative small fandom its insane!!!!!!!!!

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scorchingbread · 10 months

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Belphegor x mc with a biting problem

Cw: biting but not in a sexual way, cursing, belphie being a brat (like normal), mc is also a brat 💀, gn!mc

Its me, I'm the one with a biting problem.

Also I wrote this pretty quick, so.... Let's act like it's not sloppy? Ok? Ok.

You were laying, Belphie cuddled up to you, on his nest of a bed. He looked so peaceful, sleeping and the compulsion to bite him springs forward to the gront of your mind. He just was so biteable right now. In less than a second of thought (when maybe you should have waited a second to think it through), you lean and just chomp into his shoulder. Not hard enough to hurt, but still a firm bite.

His eyes open to seeing you jump biting down on his shoulder, and his face scrunches with slight annoyance but mainly with confusion. "... Why the fuck are you biting me in my sleep? I was having a good dream too..."

"I- can't explain" how do you explain to your boyfriend that you bit him for no reason? You can't. You see his eyes squint at you for a second and suddenly you're being bit back.

"OW, what the hell?!" It didnt actually hurt you were just taken by surprise, but this meant war. "What do you mean 'what the hell'? You bit me first! It's only fair!" For the next few minutes it was just a battle of trying to lay a bite onto each other. After a few exchanges you both get tired out considering you were together to nap in the first place.

He yawns and says, "This isn't over, but lets go back to sleep..." and lays back down, wrapping his arms around you. You think for a second, squinting your eyes, "Deal." Leaning forward you place a kiss on his cheek, then rest against his chest closing your eyes.

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puppy-pie · 3 months

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hello i’m going to be late for work and i can’t stop reading your posts or thinking about how good it would be to be a dumb little puppy forced and pinned down to take a big fat knot and how someone (you…????) could scratch me up and grope me and leave marks and hickies everywhere and if i pushed into them they’d hurt so good and i might moan a little and-

Oh noooo you poor thing don’t be late for work!! (That’s hot as hell though ngl 💖) Little puppies need to go to their jobs so they can be as stupid as they want to at home, taking my knot overrrrr and over again. Arms above their pretty heads, legs up to their shoulders, full and shaking with my cock.

And trust me pup, i looveeeee leaving marks and bruises. If you’ve got any grabable parts on your body, biteable places, consider yourself black and blue for me love <3 can you do that for me? Be a good puppy for me? Or is your brain so gone I’ll have to help you? 💖

Hope you’re having a good day love! Think abt me on ur shift plsssss ^^

#queer nsft #t4t nsft #trans nsft #ftm nsft #ftm puppy #puppy sub #domposting #bd/sm switch #puppy pl@y #transmasc #ftm top #dumb puppy #t4t puppy #bd/sm puppy #trans dom #anon ask

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delopsia · 5 months

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DEL-GATEU 🍰💃🍰 (lmao get it)

have reader and robby ever worked rhett over so good that he just conked out? maybe not fully into subspace, but just went quiet in his satisfaction?

*whispers* this is so long and might be a little rambly and jumbled i’m so sorry but i’ve got ideas and crickets sound weird this time of year 👀💐

let’s saaay rhett was a little more of a tease during a particularly long deployment. reader put in the work trying to keep up with him, but they are only one body with three holes, two hands, and only so much stamina. no matter how much they loved fucking rhett and being fucked by rhett, he could still be a whole ass handful.

aaand maybe he was really laying it on thick in every video they sent robby’s way—letting tears well up in those big pretty eyes, whining more because he knew how much robby liked the sound… maybe he arched his back a little harder… maybe he cried out robby’s name so sweetly that there were times when robby’s pants were on the verge of ruin?

lieutenant robert “bob” floyd damn near had to grip his cock through the stiff fabric a time or two and hold his breath, half convinced for a very brief moment with closed eyes and filled ears, that he was not in his quarters on a carrier ship, but that he was actually at home in his bed watching reader lovingly rail the absolutely fuck out of their beloved cowboy.

not to mention almost every photo that was sent and downloaded slow as hell off that shitty wifi was of rhett, flushed and pretty as a goddamn picture. you know, like one of those pre-raphaelites paintings: pale and pink cheeked, chestnut-brown waves fanned out on soft linens with a faint glow from the sunlight streaming through the bedroom window. the sweat on his skin was glistening like the ocean’s surface at golden hour and—stars above, in some of the photos he was smiling through his orgasm like an absolute wild thing with eader’s hand gentle on his throat. their mouth laying some impressive and very pretty (albeit faint) burgundy smudges along his biteable collarbones. robby frequently tries to make a case for rhett actually having the most bitable collarbones in their household, but rhett was having none of it since he was the one most likely to lovingly chomp down on robby or reader.

but maybe what really ended up sending robby over the edge was the occasional photo of rhett’s soft, deceptively strong thighs that robby was always so desperate to grip tight or sink his own teeth into.

and i bet reader playfully warned rhett while secretly conspiring with robby outside of their group chat? but is it even a secret if rhett is working for it—damn near expecting it when their beloved flyboy finally came home?

despite his homecoming being planned and his arrival set for midday, the anticipating and build up of frustration was too high for a lengthy welcome.

robby pulled reader and rhett into a shower where robby started rhett’s loving demise.

let’s say first, robby throat fucked rhett after he dropped to his knees to nuzzle into the crotch of robby’s uniform pants like a spoiled brat while they were waiting for the water to heat up? i think robby held rhett down there, on the floor of their big shower, and licked into reader’s mouth while he guided rhett (despite not needing to) by his wet hair to eat reader out until their legs shook and threatened to give.

rhett was whining by the time they made it to the bedroom, and

they put him in the middle for a (long, according to rhett) edging session with reader and robby taking turns stroking rhett’s cock and kissing on him until they slid down to blow him, mouthing at the sensitive head like it was in the way of robby and reader trying to make out.

when rhett started wriggling, robby gripped the base of his cock to bring him back down and jokingly suggested the spreader, but robby really just wanted to hold him, squeeze him still and mark him up pretty for brunch the next morning.

they don’t even break out any special toys. it’s just robby’s cock in his ass and reader’s snug heat riding rhett’s cock at the same time that gets him sobbing and crying out so loud that robby swears the windows rattled.

and then rhett’s just lays there like an exhausted marble statue while they clean him (and themselves) up? cover him in kisses and whisper sweet praises into his damp skin. maybe he doesn’t reply with anything more than soft little grunts, just so damn satisfied that his body wants to bask in it.

but when they cuddle up around him? well that’s just the proverbial cherry on top of the pint of ice cream robby is sucking off a spoon overhead.

(robby and reader rock-paper-scissored for the bedroom mini fridge and robby won. rhett firmly elected to stay out of it.)

their room was so warm and cozy in the end that perpetually-cold rhett didn’t even register that his chest tattoo was being used as a coaster for robby’s welcome home treat 🍨💕

I am two seconds from rebranding to del-gateu just for the giggles. Reading this felt like watching a movie omg. The crickets have scrambled. I needed four whole days to get my thoughts to quit popping off of each other like an out-of-control bag of popcorn 😭💐took me even longer to

They have absolutely pushed Rhett into satisfied oblivion. Running him through until he's just quiet. So satisfied and content that words simply do not come to him, only capable of smiles and stealing giggling kisses. These days come most often on the softer nights when Bobby and Reader take their time and treat him like glass. Something about it just puts him on another plane of existence.

Rhett the tease 🤤 he's so lucky to have two partners because his libido is sky-high; it takes two to tire him out, and he's almost always ready to get back in the saddle within the hour. So when Bobby's gone for a little too long, and the Reader is struggling to keep up, he starts getting crafty. How can anyone expect him to not act out a little?

It's not his fault that Robby's been receiving more photos than usual. If anything, the Navy is at fault for taking their beloved bookworm away for far too long! And it's so, so difficult for all involved because they know those tears in Rhett's sad little eyes are brought on by the time apart. Rhett wants him so bad but he's so far away. And it's all culminating into this jaw-dropping show that Robby's knees nearly crumple out from under him when the video finally starts to play.

He accidentally opens one during midrats and turns so red in the face that he almost gets hauled off to a nurse. And he was so fortunate that nobody caught the way he had to fix his slacks before heading off for a shower. Steamier than usual, hyper hyper-fixated on the thirty-second video playing on his phone until he couldn't hang on anymore.

It's got him plotting and daydreaming about all the things he can do once he's got home, and Robby is this most dangerous when he's had time to plan. The Reader gets roped into it rather easily, but he doesn't realize that they've long since betrayed this temporary alliance, encouraging and helping Rhett to push it further. How far can they take it before Bobby bursts? Only one way to find out.

Who else would have been taking those stunning photographs? Image after image of Rhett's squirming body, carefully selecting the perfect one from a set and editing the colors ever so slightly, all to knock poor Robby off of his feet when his phone innocently dings with a text message.

They don't stop there; they get creative with the things Bobby has left in his wardrobe. Sometimes donning his favorite ties, the Reader's hand gently tugging on it, others he squirms into those expensive dress shirts.

But the best was by far when he slipped into Bob's oversized sweater, the one that drops low in the front, only the tip of his heavy cock peeking out from beneath. The real killer is how he had it pulled up to rest at the top of his ass, all soft and exposed, like something that belonged on a pinup. All the while biting on the sleeve, softened eyes gazing towards the camera.

It took eleven minutes for those damn images to load, and it was the longest period of Bob's life.

I love to believe that Rhett offhandedly sent that photo of his thighs without really thinking about it. He'd only really meant it as a wordless message that he was still working out, but it was the straw that broke the camel's back.

Also had Bobby thumping his head against the wall to shake off the thoughts of jumping ship and swimming all the way back to land.

Can it even be considered a warning if it's what Rhett wants? It's like warning someone that there is a tornado but that someone is actively looking at and walking towards it.

But hear me out, hear me out, Robby's homecoming gets moved a few hours closer. Reader and Rhett are expecting to pick him up at six in the afternoon, but with this new time he's been given, they could pick him up at two thirty. Except he doesn't tell them because he knows he won't make it the hour back home, and after so many months of waiting, he's not about to settle for cramped car sex.

You can imagine the surprise when Rhett and Reader are standing in the kitchen, debating on who is going to drive, when a quiet "neither" comes from the doorway.

Unrelated: Rhett stomps his left foot when he's frightened.

It's the shortest reunion hug they've ever had. Two still have their hearts in their throats, and Robby is one cool breeze away from spontaneously combusting. And there's something about him being so worked up that gets the bathroom mirrors steamed up before the water even turns on.

Robby had every intention of things only starting after they got into the shower, but his attempt at nudging Rhett out of the way to reach the faucet simply had the cowboy dropping to his knees with a loud thunk. No grace or subtleness about it. Biting at the hands that tried to draw him away and kicking up a fuss until his head was pinned between Bob and the wall, and his mouth was full. Tongue weighed down by the underside of Bob's thick cock, fighting the urge not to choke as Bobby fucked deep into his throat.

The Reader was fully intending to get Bob's body wash out from under the sink, but how are they meant to focus with a whole show right in front of them?

Especially can't say no when Robby motions for them to get in, hauling Rhett around by those perfectly grabable locks to turn the attention on them. Quietly negotiating between kisses that they don't want to do everything in the shower, and Rhett outright fussing at being hauled off his knees and scrubbed down with soap.

It's only fair that Rhett gets strung out as much as he did to Bob, squirming against the freshly made bed (he just washed these sheets and that is why he fought so hard for shower sex). But when they start kissing up either side of his cock, he's got no choice but to cling onto a decorative pillow and bury his head into it. Shivering and begging for them to just let him cum already.

He knows he was mean, but he wasn't that mean! He woke up plenty a night to engage in Robby's odd-hour sexting because time zones are weird, and it's impossible to resist a pixelated video of his husband jerking off in a shower.

And they're sucking marks into his thighs, and someone's fingers are nudging into him, and he's so damn—urgh!

In reality, it only takes about fifteen or twenty minutes, from the time his back hit the bed and when Robby's hips came flush with his ass, but Rhett genuinely believes it took the entire fucking night.

But here he is, pinned between the two, worked up beyond belief, crying high in his throat as they use him for all he's worth. Fucking him to the same slow rhythm, and realistically he should be able to hang on a little longer, but he cums without a warning.

They notice.

Oh, they notice. But they keep going. Already pushing for a second round before Rhett's cock has quit spasming; it's what pushes the Reader over a little quicker than planned. Comfortably falling into the unoccupied side of the bed, watching with warm eyes as Robby rolls Rhett onto his belly, yanks his hips up, and has his way. Rhett's trembling hand clutching the Reader's, hair cascaded into his flush face as he's pushed toward that second orgasm.

Even when he gives it to them, it takes Robby another minute for his own hips to stall, making an absolute mess of Rhett's ass that will surely require another bath.

For once in his life, Rhett's...satisfied.

He doesn't even joke about another round. He just smiles.

It's frightening.

Bob's convinced he broke him.

They need to get back in the bath, but it is nice to snuggle up on either side of their sleepy-eyed cowboy. Loving on him, rubbing his back, and peppering his cheeks with kisses. Rhett would speak; he really would, but even as I-love-you's are exchanged, he can't bring himself to remember how to use his words. Grunting something that sounds like a response instead.

It takes him forever to even realize that the reason Reader is side-eyeing Bobby is because he's, at some point, gotten up to get the ice cream and is now eating it in bed. The tax for using his tattoo is a bite of ice cream until Rhett, to his horror, realizes that the ice cream is cherry flavored.

His first words are, quote "The hell is wrong with you?"

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Soft Touch Baby

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(Ok so this one is like, twice the size of the others, so be warned 😂 but we’re finished! That is… if there’s nothing else y’all want to see. Let me know!)

Eddie is fucking insatiable. Ever since that night, he’s been all over Steve.

Steve fucking loves it.

He loves how Eddie’s first reflex is to grab his hand when they get in the car. He loves Eddie’s fingers drumming over Steve’s thigh to the beat of the song as he drives. He loves the kisses to his hands, his knuckles, his cheeks and temples and nose.

He even loves the bites.

They’re sitting on the couch the first time it happens. Steve’s all but sitting in Eddie’s lap as they watch a movie. He knows Eddie’s watching him more than the movie. He’s maybe more okay with it than he should be.

Suddenly Eddie turns, leans down, and gently bites Steve’s shoulder. Steve jumps, already laughing as he turns to ask, “The hell was that?”

Eddie just shrugs. Doesn’t look even vaguely repentant. “You’re very biteable.”

Steve blinks. “Biteable.”

“Yeah.”

Steve blinks again, then starts laughing, leaning in to rest his head on Eddie’s shoulder. “You’re so fucking weird.” It sounds like I love you.

Eddie just grins. “Says the one dating the freak.” It sounds like I love you too.

After that, Eddie bites him all the time. Never hard, never enough to leave a mark (at least, not where it would be visible), but all the time.

A small chomp on his cheek when he passes by, just because he can. A nip at Steve’s finger when he’s teasing, poking at Eddie’s face or hair. His earlobe when he comes up behind Steve as he’s cooking or doing the dishes, threading his hands around Steve’s waist. A scrape of teeth on the tip of Steve’s nose, just to make him smile.

Steve loves it. Loves him. Loves how insufferable they’ve become to their friends (and, admittedly, they do play it up a bit, but the kids deserve it).

They tell Wayne, who of course clocked it before they did. He’s nothing but supportive, especially after he hears how them sleeping together (“Just sleeping, I swear.” “Well…” “Eds, you’re not helping right now.”) helps with the nightmares.

Robin is nothing but supportive, of course, “As long as I’m still your best friend.”

“Of course you are, Robs,” Steve says.

Eddie grins. “I know I can’t fight for that position. It’s all yours, Birdie.”

Surprisingly enough, what Steve might love most are the nicknames. Eddie has nicknames for everyone, of course, but Steve gets a little thrill from hearing his.

There’s Stevie, of course. Basically a classic at this point. There’s honey, babe, baby. But the one he really likes, the one Eddie knows is his favorite, is sunshine.

It gets to the point Eddie calls him Steve one day, and they both freeze because of how wrong it feels. “Stevie,” he corrects. “Baby. Sunshine.”

“Shut up,” Steve grouses, but he’s smiling, wide and unrepentant.

Stevie is an everyday type of nickname, one that Steve answers to more than his actual name at this point. Honey is sweet, and it always gives Steve a little thrill because it sounds like the type of pet name an old married couple would use. Babe is more sarcastic, more teasing, but still loving. Baby is more serious; whispered into shoulders when one of them wakes with a start, or into hair when one of them starts to doze off on the couch.

Sunshine is special, and Steve can’t quite clock what about it is so different, but it is. It sets his heart to fluttering, and he can’t help the shy grin pulling at the corners of his mouth. His fingers twitch in Eddie’s direction every time, and damn that man, he knows what he does to Steve.

Steve fucking loves it.

There are nights they try to spend apart, because they’re at least self-aware enough to know they probably shouldn’t be so codependent. At least not yet. So they try, and sometimes it works, but never for more than a few nights. It just feels wrong, without the other there, they don’t sleep as well, and as soon as Eddie’s wrapping his arms around Steve in one of their beds after some such period, he’s sighing into the back of Steve’s neck, squeezing slightly before relaxing and humming, “Hey, Sunshine.”

Steve’s fingers dig into the back of Eddie’s hands. “Hi.” He wiggles back until they’re pressed together as tight as they can be. Knows Eddie wants it, but will never take the initiative. “Missed you.”

A laugh ghosts over the back of his neck, followed by a kiss. “Missed you too.”

The day after one such period, Wayne calls Steve and Eddie for a meeting. “I’m not one to beat around the bush, so I’m just gonna say it. And you know I’m not the best with emotion, so don’t toy with me, boy,” he threatens, pointing a finger at Eddie, who nods. “Good. You two are it for each other. I dunno if what I can’t ask about means soulmates are real or some shit, but even if not, you two are the real deal. Now, you’ll always be my boy, Eddie. But you’re growing up. Hell, you’re grown. I think it’s time you two had a serious sit-down and figured out what the hell you want from each other.”

Because Eddie’s smart, his brows furrow. “Are- are you kicking me out?”

Wayne sees Steve stiffen slightly, sees him reach over for Eddie’s hand. Sees Eddie let him. “Hell no, boy, you’ve gotta home here for as long as you want it, and I’d even invite your boy to move in if we had the room. But we don’t. Hence the conversation that you need to have.”

Steve turns to Eddie. “Remind me to never introduce him and Robin.”

“Oh God,” Eddie says, and laughs.

They talk—a lot—and come to the same conclusion Wayne had. Eddie moves in properly a few days later, walks in with the key he’d accidentally pocketed the night it all changed. They convert a bedroom into a music room for Eddie, all hard surfaces to write on and soft rugs and bean-bag chairs to collapse on.

Eddie attempts dinner that night and almost kills Steve. “Lies. Lies and slander.”

Steve’s still giggling, even as he’s leaning in for a kiss. “Death by laugher is still death, babe.”

“It’s not funny!”

“It really, really is.”

“It was supposed to be spaghetti!”

“Oh my god,” Steve says, and bursts into laughter again. “We’re ordering pizza tonight. Tomorrow we’ll cook together.”

Eddie sheepishly pulls their Important Phone Numbers Book out, flips to the name of their typical pizzeria. Hands Steve the phone, already ringing, as he turns to wash the dishes.

He pauses, hands sudsy, Steve behind him on the phone trying to fix whatever the fuck he did, light and happy and laughter-filled, and he just has to pause, has to turn around and stare at Steve until he hangs up. “What?”

He wants to say I know you. Wants to say I know how to help when you get a migraine, have a nightmare, have a bad day. I know you. And you know me, know how I think, why I act the way I do, and this is the most vulnerable I’ve ever been with anyone and it should scare me but doesn’t.

Instead he says, “Nothing,” shrugs, then smiles, and he’s sure all his love is pouring from his eyes. Sure Steve can read everything he didn’t say. “Just love you, is all. And I still can’t really believe this is real.”

Steve smiles, moves to press their foreheads together, moves to steal a quick kiss. “I love you too. And this is real. I swear.” It’s a big thing, Eddie hears. But it’s just us.

And with the unsaid echoing between them, Eddie turns back to the sink.

Eddie’s POV

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The amount of cuteness aggression I get from seeing smiley Hotch... the dimple pops out and I just need to bite him so bad

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REAL AS HELL he's so biteable!!!!!! He's too cute !!!!!!!!!

#💌 ah asks #🦴 anon #aaron hotchner #thomas gibson

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What If Steve Were To Leave Hawkins? Part 14

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Just a few more parts! Thank you to everyone for reading and sticking around. This is a soft part so I hope you guys enjoy it! Next, Steve and Eddie are going to be back in Hawkins.

~*~*~*~

Steve wakes up to Eddie’s arms clinging to his waist and his hair in his mouth. He takes a moment to appreciate the view. Eddie’s lying with the blanket pooling below his shirtless chest, hair askew, and mouth open, releasing soundless snores. The scars from the demobats are noticeable and prominent on his pale skin. But, scars and all, Eddie looked beautiful in the morning light sifting through the windows.

Steve could stay in bed for the rest of life with this as his view. And he was the most comfortable he had ever felt. The sheets were cool against the warmth of the bed and with Eddie’s arms encircling him, Steve felt a warmth he had never before experienced.

He must have spent an hour just laying in bed with Eddie, watching him sleep. He cataloged the way his eyelashes rested against his cheeks, the way his scars accentuated his wiry frame, and the way the blackness of his tattoos contrasted the paleness of his skin. But alas, his bladder protested and Steve moved to escape Eddie’s embrace. He made his way to the adjoining bathroom to relieve himself and brush his teeth. When he entered the room once more, Eddie was awake and pouting.

“Where’d you go? I want cuddles,” he pouted and made grabby hands pathetically towards Steve.

Steve chuckled as he returned to his position underneath the covers. Eddie immediately wrapped his arms around Steve’s waist like an octopus and drew him in closer. He hummed in contentment and nuzzled his nose against Steve’s shoulder, placing a gentle kiss upon the bare skin.

Steve kissed the top of his head in response. “Good morning, babe. What do you want to do today? I’m free until my shift starts at three.”

He watched Eddie think for a minute. “Let’s just stay in. I just want to enjoy being with you.”

“Are you sure? Laying here with me isn’t going to be fun for you. We could go to the riverwalk or something we haven’t done yet,” Steve offered.

“Stevie, baby. Look, you have been going out of your way to make sure I had fun since I got here. We don’t have to keep doing extravagant activities, I’m happy as long as I’m with you. So today, let’s just lay in bed talking and making out until your shift. Deal?” He asked imploringly, his brown eyes twinkling with honest affection.

Steve nodded and smiled a soft grin, “that sounds perfect, Eds.”

Eddie let a smile cover his own face, “good. So, you really want me to move in with you?”

Steve scoffed at the ridiculousness of the question, “of course I do. You think I wouldn’t want to wake up to my sexy boyfriend holding onto me every morning? You already agreed to move in, you can’t back out now.”

As usual, Eddie attempted to hide his blush by pulling his hair in front of his face and deflecting with humor. “Careful Stevie, you’re sounding a little gay there.”

He rolled his eyes, “Whatever man, bite me.”

In his defense, he often told the kids to bite him whenever they disagreed with something he said. He didn’t expect for Eddie to actually bite him like some sort of rabid squirrel.

“Holy fucking shit, Eddie! What the hell was that?” He shrieked while rubbing his right pec where the bite mark was indented in his skin.

“It’s not my fault you look so damn biteable! How could I not?” Eddie defended himself. He bumped Steve’s hand out of the way and dropped a small kiss on the reddened skin. Then he moved on in the conversation, seemingly considering this issue resolved. “I think I’m going to go back to the record store today and fill out an application. The guy said they were looking for somebody.”

“That’s a great idea! You know a lot about music. Are you going to join his band too?” Steve asked.

Eddie shrugged, “I don’t know. I’d have to meet with them to see if we mesh. I’d like to play again though, even if it’s not with Corroded Coffin.”

After the Spring Break from hell and the beatdown that the other band members received on Eddie’s behalf, they had unanimously decided to go their separate ways. Eddie felt guilty and the others wanted to appease their parents by putting some distance between themselves and the ‘Satan worshiper’ that caused the problem in the first place.

“Hey, I’m sure it’ll go great. He seemed really impressed that you could play that song by the metal guys, right? You’ve already got a shoe in!” Steve reassured him, punctuating his words with a firm pat on the shoulder.

“Master of Puppets by Metallica but yeah, you’re right. And they don’t know me as the guy who might’ve gone on a killing spree fueled by Satan so that’ll probably score me some points,” Eddie said sardonically, obviously still bothered by the abandonment of his past bandmates and ex-friends.

“Exactly! They’re going to love you. You’re passionate and smart. And you play guitar really well! What’s not to love?” Steve told him, looking into his big eyes earnestly.

Steve knew he said the right thing when Eddie engaged him in a deep kiss. Good thing they didn’t have to be anywhere any time soon.

~*~*~*~

“Hey El, a few days ago when you compared Steve looking at Eddie to Hopper looking at Joyce, what did you mean?” Max asked her while the Party lounged around the Byers’ TV with The Goonies playing in the background.

El thought for a moment, “Steve looks at Eddie like he loves him. Like there is nothing else he would rather be looking at. Just like how my dad looks at Joyce.”

Mike did not appreciate what she was implying, “you’re saying that they’re in love? Like they’re dating? There’s no way, El. They’re both dudes so they can’t love each other. You must be wrong.”

Max, always ready to argue with Mike, whipped her head around towards him. “They absolutely can! Why can’t two guys love each other? Love is love, Mike. Get with the times.”

Mike sputtered, “Loving another guy is wrong! There is no way that they’re gay. We would know.”

Max noticed how Will flinched and saw El move to hold his hand. “Loving someone is never wrong, dumbass. And we won’t know for sure until they tell us. Which they won’t if they know you’re a homophobic dickhead.”

Mike shrunk, ashamed that his opinion had upset the others. “I’m sorry. It’s just… Why Steve? Even if Eddie is gay, why does he have to like my sister’s ex?”

Dustin looked confused at the direction the conversation was taking but came to Steve’s defense regardless. “Hey! Steve is a catch, he’s dated half the girls in Hawkins. Okay, why wouldn’t Eddie date him?”

“Hey, I don’t care who they date as long as they’re happy,” Lucas added, ever the pacifist.

“Look, I’m not surprised Eddie is interested in Steve. Have you seen him shirtless?” Max pointed out. “I have and it was a glorious experience.”

Will nodded in agreement before realizing his mistake and blushing. Thankfully, the other kids ignored him and continued their bickering. He was happy that the older boys had each other to love and support. He could only hope that one day, he could find someone to do the same for him.

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