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[byler4l1fer]

Eddie: *Smiles about something Steve did*

Steve: *Stunned* Oh my God! Your smile, it's so cute!

Eddie: (quickly changes to a surprised expression for no one ever said that about him) W-what?

Steve: Aw, even your surprised look is cute!

Eddie: *Blushes* Um- I- Uh-

Steve: *fonds over their cuteness and comes closer then kisses his cheek making Eddie blush even more* You're adorable!

Eddie: T-thank you.

Steve: Your very welcome, cutie

Eddie: *explodes*

[peterparkerslefttesticle]

Kinktober 2022

Prompt: Dry Humping

Pairing: Peter Parker x afab!reader

Summary: Peter doesn’t think he could come from just dry humping, you prove him wrong.

18+ ONLY. MINORS DNI

Authors note: personally i thought of tasm!peter while writing this but any of them can work. this is basically 2am thoughts, not edited.

“i’m sorry, but there’s no fucking way someone could make me come from dry humping me.” peter splutters a laugh.

for the last hour, the two of you had been laughing over your tragedy of a love life.

“i mean, you totally would after a while, but he came after like two minutes of me grinding on him,” you wipes the tears from your eyes. “honestly it’s kinda flattering.” getting up to grab a drink from the fridge, peter narrows his eyes at you.

“i mean, i don’t think i could come from dry humping. like i don’t care how hot the girl is, there’s no way,” he laughs again.

“i don’t know parker,”

“what do you mean you don’t know? grinding with clothes on doesn’t even feel that good,”

“i bet i could make you come,” the room falls silent, and glancing at peter you realise his baffled look. “what? i wasn’t saying i will, i was saying i could.” you nonchalantly resume your position on the sofa, pulling open the tab of your soda

“sorry to bruise your ego, but there’s literally no way. maybe after like an hour, but i doubt you’d make it that long without begging me to fuck you,” it was your turn to be surprised. you’d never felt like this before, or at least not because of peter.

well, of course there was that time he walked out of the shower dripping, towel hung low. oh and there was that time he gave you a hickey, as a dare of course. there’s no way peter fucking parker, your best friend, was turning you on. right?

“so you’re saying, if i got on top of you right now, there’s no way you’d come.” you’re smirk was so strong it almost hurt your cheek.

“that’s exactly what i’m saying”

“then let’s test out your theory”

before he can even blink, you’ve swung a leg over his lap, now straddling him.

“you can tell me if you want me to get off.” you stare at each other, almost daring the other to break.

“i mean, if this is the only way we can see who’s right, we have to do it i guess,” his eyes are glassy and pupils blown out. beneath your cunt a small twitch bellows from beneath his pants.

you hop off his lap, shimmying down your jeans. peters look of bewilderment dialled up even more, if that was even possible.

“it’s not fair with jeans on,” you strip down to a pair of pink panties, lace trimming the edges.

“what? that’s cheating…” peter says barely above a whisper as you reach for the loop of his belt.

now both pants-less, you sit back on his lap, and he hisses as your heat sits on the thin layer between his cock

“it’s not too late to admit that you would come from dry humping” you taunt, pushing down slightly.

“never.”

you start slow, moving rhythmically along his dick, feeling every vein through the thin undergarments

peters eyes close and he throws his head back

“shit. i wasn’t expecting it to feel like this.” a particularly well placed grind makes him thrust up, hitting your clit just right

an almost pornographic moan leaves your chest, making peter moan in turn.

your grinding becomes faster, harder, and in tandem with peters thrusts

“sure you won’t come?” you trail your nails over his chest, asking for permission to take his shirt off.

he pulls it off in one swift movement before answering. “i told you. never.” his brown locks stick to his forehead, a thin layer of sweat sheathing his skin

the now accessible skin of his chest is now free real estate, and the trailing of your nails, gently drifting over his nipples down to his happy trail seems to be torturing him.

it annoys you though that he won’t look at you, opting to throw his head back, eyes closed.

it does however, give you an idea

you practically rip your shirt off, stiff nipples pointing straight up.

“pete, look at me,”

and now he can’t keep his eyes off you.

as if he’s never seen tits before, his eyes boggle as you continue sliding your cunt up and down.

a mixture of his precum and your wetness aids these movements, and peter thinks he could die happily right now.

but he remembers why this is all happening in the first place.

he can’t come

but he needs to come.

the slick, dirty sounds that come from below, the smell, the sensation, it’s all too much for poor pete.

“touch me,” you whisper, attempting to maintain dominance, but it’s getting hard to focus on anything with the coil building up in your stomach

peters shaky hands palm your tits, pinching your nipples and caressing your side.

“i can’t.. s’ too much..” he struggles to speak as your grinding gets deeper, shifting angles slightly.

“what’s too much. spit it out baby,”

“m’ gonna cum,” peters never felt this before. he’s been with girls. he’s fucked girls. and yet nothing has felt this overwhelming, this overstimulating, this good.

“come for me peter. i want you to come on my pussy.”

a warm burst hits your core as you spasm on his dick. your simultaneous orgasms hit like a tonne of bricks. the thick spurts of cum soak your underwear, more than previously thought possible.

you rest your head on peters shoulder, gasping for air.

“told you so,”

“fuck you,”

“next time.”

[christinarowie332]

watching twitch matt 🚫

watching matt twitch ✅

[harringtonisms]

steve telling his students (teacher!steve, so true) about his super sweet and caring husband and they all think it's just some average, boring dude. and they find out that the guy who irons mr. harrington's clothes every morning and adopted 3 kittens so the siblings wouldn't be separated, is a rock musician, with tattoos all over his arms and is wearing a shirt that says sum shit like "the devil was an angel too" when he comes in for career day.

alternatively, eddie telling his bandmates about how super cool and tough his husband is & then one day some guy in a baby blue polo and pressed slacks shows up before their show to give eddie a specific pick and a kiss on the cheek and eddies band mates are like..........that's him? that's the guy who bit the head off a bat and hit billy hargrove with his car?

(edit: read steve's version here!)

[bylerisrequited]

they throw sleepovers so they can shit talk about mike together trust me

[byler4l1fer]

Lol

[byler4l1fer]

Will: "You're cute."

Mike: "No I'm not."

Will: "Yes you are. You're adorable."

Mike: "I'm taller than you, I'm just a pretty grown-up

looking person overall, I haven't been called cute

since I was really little. I'm not cute."

Will: "Well am I cute?"

Mike: "Yes. You're the cutest person ever."

Will: "How so?"

Mike: "Because you're just so small & lovable & so

endearing to me & you make me so happy & I just

want to care for you & make you feel as happy as

you make me. You mean so much to me & I love

looking at your face because it's the cutest face

I've ever seen, because it's the face of the one I

love."

Will: "Well, you're not small, but I could say the

same right to you."

Mike: "You think I'm endearing?"

Will: "I think you're adorable."

Mike: "Okay, fine, you win, only you can call me cute

though."

Will: "Okay cutie!"

Mike: *sighs*

[evilkaeya]

Nancy: excuse me she asked for no pickles

Robin: <3

-

Jonathan, high as hell: excuse me he asked for….. for?

Argyle: no pickles my dude

Jonathan: no pickles yeah

-

Eddie: excuse me he asked for extra pickles

Steve: NO I DID NOT 

[byler4l1fer]

Lmfao

[elumax-truther-deactivated20221]

this has probably been said like five hundred times on the byler tag already but i can’t stop thinking about it.

lonnie is the shittiest dad in the entire world. even at five years old, will byers knows this well. so when his father is around, he and mike don’t touch. or, they try not to. mike is clingy, hangs on to will’s arm at home and at school. he finds it comforting, will’s body warmth.

but one day, they’re watching some stupid cartoon on tv, mike’s head in will’s lap. and lonnie comes home early from work. mike gets sent back to his parent’s house, but he doesn’t leave. he hides out outside will’s bedroom window. the yelling overheard haunts him still.

after that, will doesn’t hold his hand anymore.

mike can’t get over it.

[ilyascock]

every steddie fic ever

[willbyerssupremacist]

mark my words, season 5 will have will trying to distance himself from mike because he thinks mike doesnt have feelings for him. only its not going to work because the second mike finds out that the painting wasn't from eI he's gonna short circuit and have his "oh shit, it's always been will" moment and follow him literally everywhere at all times.

[galanon1m]

nancy wheeler kisses girls btw specifically girls whose name starts with r and ends with obin buckley

[byler4l1fer]

Steve: As far as I'm concerned, I don't blush.

Eddie: *smirks* Oh really? What if I do this? *kisses them on the cheek*

Steve: Nope

Eddie: *kisses on the other one*

Steve: Nada

Eddie: *hugs them*

Steve: Goose eggs

Eddie: *kisses them hard on the lips*

Steve: Nothing

Eddie: Well, *sighs* I guess I got nothing too. *walks out the room

Steve: ...

Steve: *turns red as a tomato*

[byler4l1fer]

Mike: What do I get if I win?

Will: I don't know. A kiss?

Mike: How will I reach you? Do I have to bend down? *starts laughing*

Will: Bitch, I will climb you.

[byler4l1fer]

Max: *smiles*

El: *blushes* *slams hand on the table* that's it, I'm killing her.

Mike: or you could go and ask her out.

El: k-killing is easier

[byler4l1fer]

Will: Mike… I love you.

Mike: *Is sleeping, possibly snoring*

Will: Mike? Mike wake up.

Mike: *Turns over*

Will: MICHEAL WHEELER GET YOUR BUTT UP AND SAY I LOVE YOU BACK!

Mike: hmm.

Will: Don't 'Hmm' me! Tell me you love me back!

Mike: I love me back. Now shut up, I want to sleep.

Will: ...

Will: I hate you.

Mike: Love you too babe.

[byler4l1fer]

Steve: Hey Nance, you look cute today!

Nancy: Aww! Thanks Ste-

Robin: Nance looks cute everyday. *Turns around and winks at Nancy*

Nancy: *Turns red*

*Steve and Robin secretly fist bumping knowing their plan had worked*

[byler4l1fer]

teacher: ok guys heres the work. *passes out papers*

Mike, to Dustin: please help me.

Dustin: *sigh* Youre lucky you have me.

Mike: I knOW right??? The only thing I know how to do on this paper is writing my name.

Dustin: You just spelled it wrong.

Mike: Sorry. I’m a bit distracted… *looks over at Will who is hard at work*

Dustin: *smacks his forehead*