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Hey! I have a request for a fic, sorry if it’s a little weird 😭😭😭 basically y/n and dustin are in the abyss with the rest of the group and we’re walking up to the mind flayer thing, and then y/n and Dustin get lost in some creepy small cave and we’re kinda trapped so we’re all alone together, we’re absolutely terrified and trying to comfort eachother, there’s some angst in there, some tears… all that stuff, and then we decide to fuck since we’ve never gone that far before and since we think we’re about to die we want to have one last special moment together

oh and also if you could make the reader fem that’d be great!! you can end the fic however you want to but just a silly little suggestion is to end it with the gang FINALLY finding us after like hours of them fighting the mind flayer, and they see that we obviously just fucked so they’re just so annoyed that we were busy doing all that instead of helping them defeat the mind flayer and vecna, hope all this makes sense 😭😭 you don’t have to write this if you aren’t comfortable though :3

Dustin Henderson-A Goddess at the End of the World

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Summary: Read ask above!!!

Genre: Fluff, smut, getting caught trope (very brief moment)

CW: Fem!Reader, she/her pronouns used very briefly, no use of y/n, Reader is referred to as a ‘Goddess’ a lot (hence the title), pet names used (baby, sweetheart, and my love), smut, unprotected p in v (do not follow this fics example, wrap it up!!), brief mention of pull out method (I finally wrote a fic without a creamp!e, aren’t you just so proud of me??), oral R!Receiving, needy and desperate seggs my favorite, brief mention of marriage/proposal, nerdy and desperate Dustin, both Reader and Dustin are aged up a year or two since Dustin is probably about seventeen during this part in the show, I think that’s it?? Let me know if I missed something!!!

Word Count: 3.5k

A/N: This request was too delicious to resist!!! I’m so sorry to all the requests that have been sitting in my inbox for months now, I swear they will be written. This ask just tickled my brain so good I had to write it straight away. Thank you for sending this in!!! It definitely wasn’t weird, trust me when I say I have written MUCH weirder 😭😭😭 I really loved this ask, thank you so much!!! 💖💖💖💕💕💕

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You bolt across the sandy ground, feet kicking up dust and forming a cloud around you. You blink through it, coughing when you inhale some, but you don’t stop running. It isn’t like you have much of a say in the matter though, it’s run or die. You were still young, and you weren’t too keen on dying.

So you run.

Dustin’s hand finds yours when you start to slow down. You’re heaving for air, chest rising and falling quickly. It’s as if your chest is an air pump, your hands desperately pushing and pulling to get air into your lungs.

“I can’t-“ Once the word leaves your mouth Dustin is quick to shut it down.

“You can!” He yells, glancing over at you as you continue running.

“Dustin.” Tears well up in your eyes, teetering on the edge of your eyelids as they threaten to spill. He looks around at everyone else running near you, your party dashing across the sandy plain in a fight for their lives.

Dustin tries to pull you along with him every time the Mind Flayer’s legs try to stab you both. After successfully avoiding them this entire time, of course your luck ran out. You never had much luck in the first place, and now you had worn it thin.

One of the Mind Flayer’s legs moves again, hurtling back down to the ground. Dustin tries to pull you just as you pull the opposite direction. Your hands unlink and you stumble without his guidance. You scream as you fall forward, face falling against the sand.

“No!” You hear Dustin scream as another leg comes crashing down. You watch it right above you, ready to impale your entire head.

“Shit!” You scream, quickly rolling over and avoiding the leg. You hear Dustin yell your name as he runs over, ignoring the rest of the party as they keep hustling forwards. His hand finds yours again, snatching it up as he helps you to your feet and drags you in a completely different direction.

He runs towards a small cave carved into the rocky mountains surrounding you. You run into it, swallowed in complete darkness aside from the limited amount of light pouring in from the entrance.

“Dustin.” You heave out, trying to catch your breath now that you can stop running.

“It’s okay, you’re okay.” He says frantically, hands resting over either of your cheeks as he pulls you close. He meets your terrified eyes, wiping the stray tears that spill from them. “You’re okay, just catch your breath.” You nod mindlessly, pulling him into a tight hug as you steady your breathing.

“I can’t believe this is our life right now.” You breathe, pulling away to meet his eyes again. “Why did this all have to fall on us? We’re so young, we’re supposed to be in Mike’s basement playing fucking D&D right now!” You scoff. “We're supposed to be living, not fighting to live against some prickly…human-shaped clump of vines, hellbent on taking over our world! This is utterly ridiculous!” You sigh, losing your breath once more. “And did you see that motherfucker’s waist? When did it get so…” You make a motion with your hands, pushing at your sides.

“Thin and perfect. I mean, his waist is better than mine! That’s stupid!”

“Sweetheart, please.” Dustin whispers, leaning in closely. “You need to slow down.” He rests a hand over your chest, only then do you realize how fast it’s moving again.

“Right.” You take a deep breath, your exhale comes out shaky and weak.

“We’ll be okay, we all will.” Dustin nods, trying to get you to stop panicking.

“Dustin.” You whisper, looking at him with hooded eyes. The expression is entirely different from the one you were wearing mere seconds ago. This expression is one he’s never seen from you, one his poor nerd brain can’t fathom.

“What’s wrong?” He asks, brows furrowing.

“What if we don’t make it out?” You ask.

“No, no we will-“

“You don’t know that!” You cry, head shaking. “The chance is high…really high. Either we both die or one of us does and-“ You raise your voice when he tries to talk again. “Before that happens, I just want a moment alone with you.” Your voice lowers, rough and sultry sounding.

“I don’t understand the look on your face.” He says bluntly, voice breathy as he stares into your dark eyes.

“Dustin.” You wrap your arms around his neck, pulling your bodies together until your skin brushes his. “I want to…be with you.” You whisper. “Be close to you. I want to feel connected to you.” You enunciate the word ‘connected,’ hoping he’ll get the hint. When his eyes slowly widen in realization, you can’t help but smirk.

“You…you want to-“ He swallows. “Right here?”

“Dustin.” You whisper. “Obviously we don’t have to, the world is ending and this is a horrible place to do it in but I just…I wanted to suggest it at least because-“ You pause. “I want one last moment, just the two of us, before we face our demise.”

“I love you.” He whispers suddenly, taking his turn to catch *you* off guard this time.

“I love you too, Dusty.” You whisper with a smile. “So much.” His lips are on yours in seconds, kissing you messily and with a neediness you’ve never felt or seen from him before. You kiss him back with just as much fervor, tongue quickly slipping into his mouth. Usually you would wait to do such a thing…but it isn’t like you have much time to wait.

You pull away to whisper against his lips, hands pulling at his shirt. “Take this off? Please?” You breathe, eyes flitting up to his with fluttering lashes. How could he possibly deny you when you look at him like that?

He pulls back just enough to pull off his shirt, immediately pushing his hands under the hem of your own. He gives you a questioning look, he doesn’t need to use words for you to understand what he wants. You smile at him and pull your shirt up and over your head, throwing it to the side. Dustin’s eyes are locked on your chest, you never expected anything different to be fair.

“You want to unclasp it?” You ask, grabbing his hand and moving it to the hooks on the back of your bra.

“I don’t know how.” He whispers anxiously, inexperience shining through and making him seem that much more irresistible.

“You remember when Mike convinced Nancy to go to the ren faire with us?” Dustin nods slowly, brows furrowed. “She wore a dress with that brown corset belt?” You nod to make sure he understands, waiting until he nods along with you. “It had those clasps on the back and you helped her finish the ones she couldn’t reach. It’s exactly like that…just do it in reverse.” Dustin nods, eyes widening slightly as he finally comprehends the meaning behind your rambling.

His fingers fumble with the clasps and you can feel how panicked he becomes. He’s worried that his inexperience is turning you off, when in reality it’s making you want him that much more. He finally undoes the last clasp, helping you pull at the straps of your bra until it falls at your feet. Dustin’s eyes lock on to the newly exposed skin, marveling at how soft you look. He’s amazed that someone as beautiful as you is standing here with *him*, acting so patient yet desperate for him, of all people.

“I can’t believe you’re mine.” He whispers, leaning down to press tentative kisses along your neck. His words send shocks down your body, zapping through your stomach and sending the butterflies fluttering like maniacs. The sparks cease but linger between your thighs, tingling there as a reminder of what his mere words can reduce you to.

“Dustin.” You whisper, your hands tangling in his hair as he carefully kisses lower. “You can kiss me wherever you want…touch me wherever you want. You don’t have to ask or be hesitant, okay?” Dustin nods, biting a sensitive spot on your neck until you mewl for him.

“You’ll tell me if you don’t like something?” He asks, voice low and rough. Those same sparks zip downwards, they linger and you start to feel as if you’re going to explode unless he touches you.

“Of course I will.” You say, breathing heavy as he starts kissing down to your chest. His lips wrap timidly around one of your nipples, his tongue poking out to lick you. You sigh, back arching and pushing your body closer to his. His hands grip your hips, fingers digging into your flesh so firmly…it’s as if you can feel the possessiveness in his grasp alone.

You pull at his hair until he groans against your chest, the vibrations only making you feel even more anguish. You throw your head back, still pulling at his hair as you try to be patient.

“What’s wrong, baby?” He asks, pulling away and meeting your eyes. His pupils are blown and the sight alone makes something in your chest tighten. He looks so…blissed out, so at peace here with *you* of all people. The fact that he is so pleased just from being granted the honor of touching you, is a fact that drives you mad.

“Off.” You mumble, glancing down at his lips as you lean closer and pull at his belt. Dustin’s cheeks turn pink, reaching down to pull at his belt buckle with a rosy face. You watch him closely, eyes casting downwards as you watch his hands tug off his belt. You feel an ache between your thighs as your eyes linger. He pulls his belt out of the loops of his jeans, throwing it to the side while his gaze is locked on you.

You gently swat his hands away when he tries to unzip his jeans. You do it for him, pulling it down so slowly he’s sure you’re doing it on purpose…taunting him. Your eyes bore into his as you pull his pants and boxers down at once, letting them both bunch around his ankles. He kicks them away and you let your eyes fall, staring down at his dick. Dustin cautiously follows your gaze, nerves beginning to eat away at his gut.

Your hand wraps around him without warning, making him whimper as he tugs on your hips. He watches your hand move along him so smoothly, up and down in a motion that has his stomach twisting.

“So pretty, Dusty.” You whisper. With merely a few words you’ve managed to dispel every single one of his insecurities. Dustin swears you must be magic…the way you can calm him down and help him relax so easily, it isn’t humanly possible. You must be from another planet, a different galaxy, it’s the only explanation.

Dustin wraps his hand around your wrist, stopping your movements before pulling at the waistband of your own pants. You smile at him, nodding once before watching his hands slowly pull down your zipper. He tugs your jeans and underwear down your thighs, letting them fall to your feet for you to kick away. His eyes are locked on your form, burning the sight of you into his brain.

It’s then that Dustin decides you aren’t merely an otherworldly being, you’re a godly being. A Goddess sent down from the heavens with the sole intention of capturing his heart, the single objective of making him yours. Dustin can say without a single doubt, that you have succeeded in your ambitions. The softness of your skin, the warmth radiating through it, your pure eyes looking into his with a divine ardor.

“You’re so perfect.” He whispers, kissing across your skin with unwavering worship. He had fumbled for the right word before settling for ‘perfect.’ Gorgeous, beautiful, mesmerizing, astonishing, exquisite, stunning, ravishing, these are all words that suited you entirely. No amount of words -no matter how strong- were enough to describe the beauty that was his Goddess of a girlfriend.

“Dustin.” You mutter, pulling his head back by his hair so you can meet his eyes. “Can’t keep standing.” You breathe, eyes narrowed into slits as you feel yourself becoming drunk off his touch and attention. “My legs feel like jelly.” Dustin nods, immediately springing into action. If you want something, you’re going to get it. It doesn’t matter how impossible your requests may seem at times, he will always fulfill them. He grabs your clothes and rushes to lay them out, moving back over to you and helping you lie down.

He follows you, holding himself above you as his arms cage you in. You stare up at him with hazy eyes, eyelashes fluttering as your tongue pokes out to lick your lips. Dustin is now absolutely certain that you are a godly being, with your ability to throw him into madness with your eyes alone. He can’t even bring himself to complain, can’t even imagine ever being upset by such a thing. Your lustful gaze that’s reserved for him, it burns his soul with a fire of passion he never thought existed.

“Dusty.” You whisper sweetly, pulling him from his trance.

“Yes, my love?” He whispers back, voice dripping with resolute devotion.

“Need you to touch me, please.” You beg, your hand grabbing his and gently moving it down your body and between your spread thighs. What kind of maniac would he be to deny you such a thing? When his Goddess asks something of him, there’s nothing in the entire galaxy that could stop him from doing exactly as she wishes. You’re entirely his, and the only way he can properly express how honored he feels, is by doing everything you ask of him. He does it with no hesitation, no complaints, and not a single regret.

Dustin nods, swallowing the lump in his throat as he runs his fingertips through your folds. He gasps lightly upon feeling how wet you are, something he had achieved without even trying. He had done such a thing to you with only his lips and his words. It’s in this moment he realizes he may have found a new way to show you how honored he is.

He finds your clit with very brief guidance, quickly picking up on exactly what you need. He focuses closely on your sounds, when your back arches or your toes curl. He watches you like a documentary, he takes every piece of information and memorizes it in seconds. He learns your body, he’s focused completely on your pleasure and how he can give you even more of it.

His fingertips move in swift circles over your clit, his eyes glancing down to watch the movement. He watches as a string of arousal appears when he pulls his hand back, glimmering in the limited light. Dustin is starting to doubt his initial declaration as he mindlessly crawls down your body, his mouth connecting with your core and making you cry out. He isn’t sure if you’re a Goddess…or a succubus. The sight of you is enough to turn him deranged, enough to melt his brain and replace it with your body and your sweet sounds.

Nothing else matters in this moment, nothing else can even compete. As he sucks your clit, drowning in your cries of pleasure, he decides that the end of the world doesn't feel too bad. He decides in this exact moment -as your back bows and you scream his name- that if you survive this, he’ll put a ring on your finger without a moments hesitation. It’s as he swallows your release that he decides he can never live without you, he can never go another day without tasting you like this.

“Dustin, please.” You whine, tugging his hair until he crawls back up your body.

“What is it, baby? What do you want?” He asks you, breathless.

“Need you inside…please.” You sigh, eyes barely open as you stare up at him.

“Of course.” He whispers, pressing a tender kiss to your forehead. He grabs the base of his cock, hips shuffling forwards as he lines himself up. He runs the tip through your folds, collecting the slick and remnants of his saliva gathered there. He finds your entrance with little difficulty, slowly pushing inside as he steadies himself with the hand around his base. He waits until his tip is swallowed by your walls before moving his hand. He rests it against your stomach, thumb brushing soothing circles across your skin as he eases himself deeper.

Your walls swallow him, suck him in with a renowned fervor. He groans as his hips cant forward, bucking up into your warmth with rolling eyes.

“More…please, I can do it.” You beg softly, panting with parted lips. Dustin bottoms out inside of you, both of you releasing identical moans. His forehead rests against yours as you both try to get used to the feeling, your eyelids heavy as you lose yourself in each other.

When Dustin finally pulls his hips back -quickly jerking them up again- you moan with a tossed head, jaw completely slack. The more times he copies this movement, the more euphoria you feel and disappear into. You’re floating, you feel as though you’re levitating and ascending to the heavens from the feeling of his cock. You feel divine, you didn’t think it could possibly get any better. Dustin’s hands pull your legs up to rest on his shoulders, folding you as he slams his hips into you. You scream so loudly it echoes throughout the small cave, the head of his cock pushing right against your most sensitive spot.

“Right there, baby?” He asks through a groan, hips jerking up relentlessly. “Yeah?” He smirks, entirely too pleased with himself.

“Yes!” You scream, shocked that you’d managed to form the word. Your brain is liquid, spilling out your ears and seeping into the sand below you, rendering it entirely useless. You can’t think, you can only feel…and you feel so much. There’s so much pleasure radiating throughout your body that you don’t know what to do with it all. So much pleasure, so much emotion, you can feel the love in his motions. Every time his hips thrust forward, meeting your ass with an obscene slapping sound, you can feel the love and devotion he’s putting into it.

“I-I can’t.” You cry. “Dusty, I-“

“I know, baby. I know, just let go for me, yeah? Just let me make you feel good.” He whimpers into your mouth, kissing you and swallowing your own moans. Your back arches, pushing your chest up into his. Your head bends back, pulling your mouth away from his as your jaw drops. You sob beneath him, overcome with a pleasure you never thought existed. Your legs shake and his hands steady them, his mouth littering kisses across your neck. You feel your body let go, everything that had been building up is finally released. The tension in your gut finally crescendos, letting loose until you see colors dancing behind your eyelids.

Your body goes slack underneath him, mind lost somewhere between space and time. You vaguely register the feeling of his spend staining your stomach, hear the faint sound of his pathetic whimpers. He lowers himself back down, carefully resting on top of you with his head buried in your neck.

By the time you both manage to get your clothes back on, finally catching your breath and coming down from the height of euphoria, the fight beyond the cave has already finished. You’re both standing when Nancy’s face appears in the cave entrance, eyes frantic until she spots you.

“We’ve been looking everywhere for you two!” She huffs, turning back to yell at someone behind her. “I found them!” She looks back at the both of you, quickly taking note of your disheveled appearances and guilty expressions. “Oh, gross! You two seriously backed out of the fight to have sex?” Her face is twisted with disgust.

“We’ve didn’t exactly plan to.” You mumble, fidgeting with your hands. “We came in here to hide and just…”

“I don’t need to hear about it!” She yells wildly, head shaking profusely. “Just get back out here so we can leave!” Her face disappears from view and you glance over at Dustin. Both of you break out into a fit of laughter before hauling yourselves back toward the rest of the party.

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