“oh I’m too old for stuffed animals” skill issue. sorry you can’t appreciate little creatures made to hang out with you, I on the other hand am full of joyous whimsy and therefore vastly superior.
Hi gorgeous i LOVE LOVE LOVEEE your Dustin fics and im wondering if you take requests???
I have ideas but can't write for shit unless it's academic so plsss
I always take requests!! Once again it may take me a while to get to, but I always accept requests!!
I'd love to hear your ideas, everyone who sends in requests have such incredible ideas. I mostly love getting requests because I can never think of ideas myself 💖💖💕💕
I don't mean to be intrusive but I was looking at your likes just to see some potential fics to read and wanted to ask a question if that's okay! Do you support incest fics? and if so, why? I don't really get how it wouldn't be immoral or harmful in some way apart from coping which should require some more barriers than a small tag for people who find it very triggering for the same reasons yk? I hope this doesn't come off as invasive or condescending I just don't really get it (;_;) You don't have to reply to this if you don't want to though!
I think it should be more protected as well. That kind of topic can be very triggering to people, but there isn't anything I can do to fix that issue unfortunately.
I do enjoy reading those kinds of fics for my own personal reasons. Most of the time I don't enjoy actual in*est fics, it's more often than not a fauxce*t fic. I'm assuming this question came up because of the HOTD x Reader fic I had liked.
I don't normally read actual in*est fics because I do think most of those are a little gross. I am not at all judging the people who do read and enjoy them often, I'm simply saying that I personally don't because I don't really enjoy them.
My main thing is fauxce*t with two people who are not actually related. I do enjoy those because of my daddy issues. So by simply liking the post I believe that technically means I support them, but I don't really get anything out of reading them. The HOTD fic was liked purely because the writing was very good, I didn't read the entire thing.
This was a bit of an invasive question but I'm glad you asked it. I want all my followers to be aware of these kinds of things and my opinions on them, in case it's a reason they'd want to unfollow me or block me. I don't want anyone to ever be uncomfortable while going through my blog.
That masc! reader with a side if byler burger and elmax fries... beautiful 💗
Something y'all should know about me, if I write a Stranger Things x Reader fic...I'm making all my favorite ships canon. 😛😛😛
That means you're gonna get a lot of Byler burgers and Elmax fries, but also maybe a Ronance red bull, a Steddie shake, or perhaps even a Henderhop hoagie (for any x reader's that aren't for Dustin)
In the x Reader universe...they're ALL canon 😩
(Don't even get me started on the Stonathan special. Their enemies to lovers could've been so peak 😭😭😭)
I'm glad you loved the fic!! Thank you so much for reading and sending this in! 💖💖💖💕💕💕
Helloo, I wanted to ask, why do you age-up the characters in your ST smut fics?
If it's because you're above the age of 18 and don't want to write about minors then that makes sense, but otherwise, the age of consent in Indiana is 16, with exceptions (ie a 14/15 year old can consent provided that it's under normal conditions)
No I'm not a weirdo, I'm a minor too , just curious 😭😭
I age them up because I am in fact not a minor. I'm almost twenty so writing them younger just never crossed my mind.
Even if the age of consent in Indiana is sixteen, that doesn't change a single thing. I think that's honestly disgusting and the fact that you felt the need to bring it up kind of rubs me the wrong way.
Sixteen is still a kid, eighteen is still a kid and I hate that people are considered 'adults' by that point. An actual adult is someone at least over the age of twenty-five.
The point is, I age them up not only because I'm over eighteen but also because writing smut about literal children is just gross. They were between eleven and fourteen in the first season...I was busy painting my face with eyeliner when I was that age. Sex wasn't even a thing to me back then, I was busy BEING A KID.
This may have come off passive aggressive and I apologize for that. I just want to make my opinion on this subject known.
Are you comfortable with people requesting you more than once?? Cuz I always feel bad whenever I request another fic idea to you cuz ik you must get SOOO many damn requests (especially Dustin ones) and I’m sure you get stressed sometimes!! So I’m just wondering what you think about people requesting fics multiple times, just know you can your time with your writing and you should not feel pressured to please us! 💕💕💕💕💕
I don't mind in the slightest!! Someone could send me five within the span of like two minutes and I'd eat them all up.
I used to not love it when I first started writing, because I've been a people pleaser my entire life. I felt like I had to answer all of them within a few days or they'd all hate me. Not true at all, I know, my brain just likes to play tricks on me.
Eventually I worked past that though. I realized I hated my work whenever I'd try to rush it, and good work is better than a bunch of mediocre/bad work in my opinion.
Sorry, my point is y'all can send as many requests as you want!! I LOVE reading them so much because you're all so creative. Everytime I read a new one I just think..."how the fuck did you do that bro?" I'll be sitting there for several hours and still have no idea what to write.
I seriously love reading everything you guys come up with and I am beyond happy that I can make it reality for you!! 💕💕💖💖💖💕💕
I have a question!! Would you ever consider writing a fic of Simon/john Q from dinner in America?? Like maybe with the reader being patty?? I’m such a slut for Simon and I relate to patty a lot so a smutty fic of Simon would just heal me
You just keep giving me the best ideas, holy shit.
I will abso-fucking-lutely write for Simon!! I first watched that movie because I had seen a clip of Patty. She reminded me SO much of myself that I knew I had to watch it.
My autistic heart was so happy, that movie changed me. Watching a person so much like myself fall in love, that's healing in a way I never knew before.
Soooo, long story short, YES I will write for Simon!!
i completely agree with the post you recently reblogged, nudity isnt always sexual and fear of the naked body literally kills but the person you reblogged, they reblogged a post saying "incest is okay, ask my sister" and i understand it's a joke but joking about that stuff just isn't okay and god forbid the small chance that they're serious. i just wanted to let you know in case you wanted to block them
I definitely do want to block them, thank you for informing me!! I also entirely agree with that post, hence why I reblogged it haha.
As an artist I hold a deep admiration for nudity, an admiration that doesn't hold any ill intentions. I wish more people were like that and saw nudity for what it is, beautiful and natural. Especially when it comes to female nudity in particular, our bodies are disgustingly sexualized.
Any way, thank you for letting me know about that post!! I would never have known otherwise. 💖💖💖💕💕
i know folks are gonna call me a pedo for this one, but i grew up seeing my mom and grandma naked. they had health issues and at times needed care and help showering. and i truly think more kids need to be shown the nonsexual reality of naked women at a young age. there is nothing sexual about my grandmothers breasts, they were simply body parts. more women die of heart attacks because people are too afraid of breasts to do real chest compressions, because they are scared to touch their breasts. the sexualization of our bodies literally kills us. i need people to be more normal about naked bodies and i'm 100% serious.
Hii I had two questions which one is making me decide wether or not to do this anonymously but one I was wondering if you could do Billy loomis or stu macher 👀 and then the more freaky question is..is do you do stepcest specifically stepfather stepcest?..its a freakier ask but I've been in a mood lately for that😔 I know you've already done a fan fiction with stepcest but I still wanted to ask cause ik some people aren't into writing that!
I will definitely try to write for them!! And I will abso-fucking-lutely write stepcest. Father stepcest is one of the hottest things ever, I LOVE it and I would be so fucking excited to write it!! 😩😩😩
Quick Summary and Author's Note: This is a VERY self-indulgent fic I wrote for myself. I had no plan to post it but I just loved how it turned out. I originally wrote this with myself and my ex in mind, a little fic to help me cope...you know 🚬
But there are no names so you can imagine whatever male person you want! Fictional or otherwise, if you also want to picture your ex while reading then GO FOR IT TWIN. (I hope you enjoy and my next post will be a Dustin & Jack: Pizza Movie x Reader fic, so stay tuned friends!) 💖💖💖
(suggestiveness, but no actual smut)
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You can hear him just down the hallway, his feet shuffling and fabric rustling as he fidgets. You can also hear your own heartbeat, obnoxious thumping ringing through both your ears.
It's as if you're underwater, as if everything is slowed just a fraction. You feel your feet barely move when you take a step, your brain not sending out the correct signals. How stupid could you get? Brain malfunctioning just because he's a few paces away, it's pathetic.
Unfortunately for you, you don't have the best luck so obviously something even more pathetic rounds the corner just as you do. He comes into view after you pass the wall, staring at him from the other end of the hallway. Your heart jumps, leaps up into your throat like it's ready to go down the waterslide that is your larynx.
You swallow it back so it settles behind your ribcage once more. You shake your head as you attempt to break out of your trance, hair flying around your face and sticking to your lips. You pull it away and finally speak to him.
"What are you doing here?" You ask. It's simple and straight to the point, because you don't have the patience for small talk. If he's here, in your fucking apartment, then he very clearly wants something from you. You haven't spoken to him in years, haven't seen him in just as long. The last time you had spoken he said he hated you, and that he'd never love you again.
So either he's here to say something or he's here for some kind of revenge.
"Can I talk to you?" He asks, his voice deeper than you remember but still just as shy sounding.
"Uh...” You weren't expecting that response. You seriously were convinced this was a revenge thing, because there was no way you'd be this fucking lucky. “Sure.” Your face softens and you nod. “We can talk in my room.” You turn around to walk back towards your bedroom, glancing behind you to make sure he's following.
When you look back at him, his gaze quickly pulls back up from where it'd previously been focused. Was he just looking at your ass? No fucking way, stop being delusional.
You let him walk in first, smiling politely as he passes before entering after him. You shut the door behind you and meet him where he's standing in the middle of your room.
"What are you here to talk about?" You ask, your arms crossing uncomfortably over your chest. You try to ground yourself and stay in the moment, you try not to lose yourself.
"How have you been?" He asks instead.
"Look...I appreciate you asking but I really don't have the patience for this. Just tell me what the hell you want from me.” You speak roughly.
"I don't want anything from you." His brows furrow like you'd just said something so ridiculous.
"Well excuse me for assuming such a thing. I don't know what I was thinking of course the guy who said he fucking hates me, doesn't want anything from me. I can't believe I'd even make such a far-fetched notion.” You say sarcastically.
"Don't do that.” He shakes his head, meeting your eyes with slightly narrowed ones.
"Do what? State the facts?”
"I don't want anything from you, I don't want to fight with you. I just...want to get some things off my chest.” He finally says.
"Some things?” You question, mostly to yourself. You see the sincerity on his face, see how vulnerable he's acting. "Okay...okay, talk to me. What's up?” Your voice softens. You didn't have a say in how your body reacted when he was around, therefore you didn't get a say in whether or not you can feign indifference.
You think he notices the shift in your attitude and your voice, because his shoulders relax the slightest bit.
"I wanted to say I'm sorry." He starts, already catching you off guard with only six words. “For...for what I said. I don't hate you, I never hated you.” Your eyes widen. There was no way this was real, you're dreaming again aren't you? “I just...I tried to convince myself that I hated you, tried to stop loving you...It never worked, and I lied to you about it because things weren't working. I thought if I said those things then it'd finally be enough to push you away. We weren't…healthy together back then, so I did what I had to.” He stops, you think he has more things to say by the clenching of his jaw.
"What is it?" You ask, instinctively reaching out for him. Your voice is honey sweet now, your eyes glassy with tears as you rest a hand on his arm. His eyes flick down to look, not even attempting to pull away from you. If anything, he pushes himself closer to you.
"I never hated you, I can never hate you. I...I love you, I'll always love you. I tried to stop and I told myself I was happy but I...” His voice wavers and your hand gently squeezes his arm.
"It's okay.” You say, stepping impossibly closer to him. He meets your eyes and loses himself for a moment, watching your lashes flutter.
"I couldn't stop thinking about you, couldn't stop comparing everyone I met to you. I couldn't stop comparing my girlfriend to you...no one I meet is ever like you. You're you and no one else can be that, and I don't want anything but that.” He says softly, very clearly blinking back tears.
"You still love me?" You ask, your voice gravelly.
"Yes." He winces, like saying it pains him in a way he can't describe.
"Does that...upset you?"
"What?"
"You...you made a face when you answered. I thought it was discomfort, I thought maybe you don't want to still love me.”
"I don't want to still love you.” He says. "But I do and I can't change that.” He shakes his head.
"Why don't you want to?” Your brows furrow the slightest bit.
"Seriously?” He asks.
"Um...yeah?” Your brows furrow further now.
"Who the hell would want to still love their ex when said ex has already moved on?” He almost scoffs.
"I'm sorry...you think I've moved on?" You do scoff.
"Well...yeah.”
"You're such an idiot.” You sigh loudly. “Jesus Christ, I mean...did you ever listen to a single word I said back then? Did you not grasp how fucking serious I was when I told you I'd always love you? I didn't say that for shits and giggles, I didn't say it as a guilt trip or an exaggeration...I meant that shit.” You breathe, trying to fight back tears. Looking at him standing right in front of you, your hand still on his arm while his eyes bore into yours. You can smell him, smell his scent that clings to his clothes.
"You still love me?"
"Of course I fucking do.” You huff. You release a shaky breath when he smirks at you. He was trying to fucking kill you, you're sure of it.
"We haven't talked in years, and you still love me?” You can see him getting cockier with every passing second and every flush of your cheeks.
"Don't say it like that, you still love me too!" You grumble, your eyes narrowing. “I'm not the only crazy one."
"I never said you were crazy."
"You looked at me like I was.” You retort quickly.
"Fine, yes you are crazy but I am too." He says with a more genuine and softer smile.
“Clearly, you showed up to my apartment to confess to me even when you thought I was unavailable. That's some crazy shit.” You say with a laugh. "Hold on, how the hell did you even get my address?”
"Alexa.” He replies quietly.
"She gave you my address and didn't tell me?! What kind of bestie even is she?” You pout.
"I told her to keep it a secret for now, she gave me a time limit." He breathes out a laugh.
"A time limit?" You laugh.
“She said if I hadn't come over and told you by next week, then she'd tell you."
“Yeahhh, that sounds like her.” You laugh, unaware that he's watching every second of your face lighting up.
"You're so pretty." He whispers. You stop laughing but keep a giddy grin plastered on your face. Your cheeks are burning hot and you're sure they're bright red by now.
"You think so?" You reply quietly.
“I know so." He breathes, eyes flitting down to look at your lips.
"You're pretty too...handsome." You reply, your voice shaky. "Always have been.” He leans in closer and your breath hitches.
"Can I kiss you?” He asks sweetly, his breath fanning across your lips.
“Don't waste time by asking.” You rest both of your shaking hands on either side of his face, holding him as you lean into each other. His lips gently press against yours, a barely there peck to test the waters. Then you both lean further into it, lips pressing together deeper. You stay like that for a few moments before his mouth is opening.
You follow his lead like it's second nature, and for you it really is. Your mouth opens against his, both moving together in perfect synchronicity. Kissing him was just as perfect as you remembered, you both moved together so easily. It's like you knew each other better than the back of your own hands, and yet you didn't even remember his favorite color.
It didn't even matter, because everytime you kiss him it's like you're pulling open his chest. You're pulling his entire being apart until you can see every inch of his very soul. And seeing the mess inside you still stay, you kiss him harder and deeper, telling him how much you still adore him.
When his tongue tentatively licks across your bottom lip you greedily stick your own out to meet his. You make a small sound, a sound halfway between a whine and a whimper. He swallows it with a grunt of his own, his hands quickly coming out to grip your waist.
**It's like that one sound alone broke every ounce of his control. One tiny whine and he's pulling you closer, kissing you messily and humming in pleasure. You move your arms to wrap around his neck, one hand reaching up to comb through his hair. He releases a louder groan into your mouth and you moan in response.**
You gently pull the hair at the nape of his neck until he finally pulls away. You take a much needed deep breath while he starts tracing kisses down your neck. You breathe out his name like a mantra, sighing at the sudden onslaught of tingling pleasure. His kisses are going straight to your cunt, but you try to ignore it.
“Ah." You whine when he gets closer to your sweet spot. You really hope he doesn't remember where it is. Then he pulls back an inch, his breath fanning the skin just below your ear. You gasp and your fingers dig into his shirt. You say his name and very weakly try to push him away.
Then his lips find that one spot, placing a very messy kiss there and making you moan. You quickly cover your mouth and try to hold yourself back up after your legs almost gave out. You can feel the smug bastard smirk against your neck.
“Found it.” He whispers. He bites down on the spot and listens to the muffled groan you let out from behind your hand. He finally starts sucking on the spot, creating a dark purple mark on your skin.
“You...you have to stop." You finally breathe out, hand pushing him back. He detatches from your neck and pulls back, meeting your eyes.
“What's wrong?"
“If you keep doing that then I will lose all self-control and I cannot fuck you when my mother is in the apartment.” You huff, your chest rising and falling as you pant.
“You want to fuck me?" He smirks.
“Shut the fuck up, obviously I do." You roll your eyes. “I've wanted to fuck you for...well, a lot longer than I'd like to admit."
“Really?" He grins.
“You're so annoying." You scoff and laugh.
“And yet you still love me." He teases.
“Unfortunately.” You fake a frown before quickly chuckling and looking back into his intoxicatingly beautiful eyes.
“I love you.” He breathes, leaning in to kiss you sweetly.
“I love you.” You reply with teary eyes, breathing the words out over his lips.
When I saw this scene of Dustin being pushed up against his locker by Andy, as sad as it was seeing him all depressed and shit you gotta admit it was also hot asf 😭 I literally never found Dustin attractive when I was a kid growing up watching this show, but when s5 came out this scene literally changed my brain chemistry and now I’m a complete slut for him
