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Brothers best friend! Touya is amazing pls more

brothers bestfriend! touya x bestfriends little sibling! reader pt. 2

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brothers bestfriend!touya x bestfriends little sibling!reader

synopsis : basically just touya being your older brothers best friend and you constantly fawn over him but you’re off-limits so he ignores your advances 🤭

note: touya is like no more than three years older than reader so CHILL everyone is legal 😍 lmk if y’all want more of this or whatever REQUESTS ARE OPEN TOO!

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no1-pro hero!katsuki x babysitter!reader !!

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“is the brat asleep?”

you were knocked out of your cleaning trance upon hearing that familiar gruff voice, glancing over your shoulder and smiling before you looked back down to finish washing the dish in your hand. “he sure is.. he knocked out about twenty minutes ago.”

katsuki approached the sink, leaning against the counter as he watched you clean the dirty dishes in the sink. “how’s he been with you? i know he can be a handful.” you simply smiled and shook your head. “he’s an angel. s’got a temper like his daddy, but i know how to handle him.” you replied, your smile only growing. ever since you started working for bakugou you and his son became inseparable. he was the sweetest kid - sure his tantrums were a nightmare but he was awesome.

katsuki chuckled and nodded his head. “yeah sorry bout that.. he seems to take after me with a lot of those kinds of things. how are you with.. yknow, everything? working for me i mean. any complaints?” as you pondered his question you turned away from the now empty sink and grabbed a clean rag, drying your hands off on them before looking back up at katsukis taller frame. “i like it.. i really do. honestly i would do it for free. you’re son is wonderful and you’re..” you stop yourself before you accidentally say something unprofessional, smiling sheepishly as your ears heat up a few degrees. “you’re wonderful as well..”

the corner of katsukis mouth pulls into a grin noticing the faint hint of color on your cheeks and he leans in a little closer. “you’re pretty wonderful yourself.” he spoke in a foreignly tender voice and you can’t help but lower your head to hide the growing blush on your face and tuck your hair behind your ear. “thank you..” you say as you glance back up at him, your eyes switching between his red ones.

a brief moment of comfortable silence falls between you two before katsuki finally breaks it, his hand reaching out to rest on the counter top behind you. “do you wanna have dinner with me sometime?”

you almost choke on nothing, surprised by his sudden proposal and you find your cheeks starting to hurt from smiling so much. “i- yeah i would.. love that a lot.” you reply with a small giggle and a few chuckles pull from katsuki as well. “good.” he replies, nodding his head in triumph.

a moment of silence fell between you two but it wasn’t uncomfortable. when you first started working for katsuki, he was more stand-off-ish, not really making conversation or feeding into your attempts at small talk. but as the weeks of working for him turned into months he became more accustomed with you, and you were just so good with his son.

katsuki could still recall the moment he realized he was interested in you beyond working as his babysitter for his son - or his ‘brat’ as he referred to him as. he had come home from work late, pushing down enough of his ego to apologize for getting held up when he spotted you in his sons nursery, holding the small child in your arms protectively in your sleep. his features softened as he stared, a hint of a smile tugging at the corners of his lips and his heart swelled.

ever since that moment, he knew he wanted to get closer to you. he became more talkative, showing his appreciation more. he even started paying you more, which took him having to tell you to shut the hell up when you politely declined, pointing out that he had more money than he knew what to do with.

now that he’d finally made a move, you were beyond overjoyed. you weren’t sure what to expect of this date, but you couldn’t wait to finally get to know him on a deeper level.

dabi would listen to this argue with the wall.

this but katsuki bakugou. realistically he would probably freak out if someone tried to kiss him, even more so if he liked them. poor baby would be so flustered but you wouldn’t even know cause he’d just yell at you 😭

BOYFRIEND!KATSUKI SMAU | i love making these

- you catch kirishima watching p-rn and ask to watch with him. can you guess what happens next? 🤭

note: this could also go for kaminari too UGHH

cw: (COLLEGE AU!) virgin!kirishima, virgin!reader, piv (female genitalia!), oral (f receiving) i think that’s all!! if i missed anything lmk!

you didn’t mean to ease drop. you were on your way to his dorm when you heard strange noises coming from inside, halting your fist just before your knuckles hit the door to press your ear against the wood with wide eyes. you couldn’t believe your ears, your bestfriend was watching porn.

you opened the door and kirishima couldn’t be more quick to practically slam his laptop shut, wide eyed with parted lips as he stared back at you. “were you just watching porn?” you question even though you already know and he shakes his head frantically to which you laugh and point a finger at him. “you totally were!”

his face is beat red at this point, bending his elbow and hiding his face behind his forearm and bicep, rambling on about how embarrassed he was. :(((( he’s so cute.

“can i watch too?”

he’s baffled that you would even ask such a thing, slowly lowering his arm to give you a questionable look, eyes slightly narrowed. he almost thought he was hearing things at first. “uhmm… sure…”

so you sit beside him on his bed, both criss crossing your legs causing your knees to touch and he presses play sheepishly. you guys sit in silence for a few awkward seconds, watching the grossly over exaggerated performance but you eventually start cracking jokes which causes him to laugh.

the both of you end up talking about the general idea of sex and it comes out that you’re both virgins. eijirou purses his lips as he glances back down at the laptop for a moment and suddenly without thinking, asks you if you wanted to try it out with him. although when he realizes what he said he’s back to being all embarrassed, trying so hard to defend himself.

“i mean… maybe we could figure it out together… UH-i mean like if yknow you ever wanted to- or-.. just forget i said anything.” he’s such a stuttering mess it’s adorable!!

you giggle and happily agree to his offer and he’s stunned. if any more surprises hit him tonight, he’s afraid he’ll have a heart attack.

you two end up trying what you saw in the video you watched - you started with innocent kisses; soft and sweet with both your guys’ hands cupping each others face as you both giggle into the kiss. and than the kissing progressed, a full on make out sesh that grew more intense. you end up in his lap and he’s grabbing onto anything he can touch. your shoulders, your waist, your thighs. and every time his short nails graze against your skin your humming with approval and he’s sooo dizzy.

he’s getting desperate and needy and you’re not far behind him, his hands guiding your hips against his painful hard-on, the room filled with breathy moans and gasps and all sorts of other desperate noises youre both probably embarrassed of.

you’re getting impatient, gripping his soft red hair to pull away and he’s chasing your lips.

“do you have condoms?”

he practically tumbles over the side of his bed and you erupt into a fit of giggles as he yanks open his bed side drawer and pulls out a condom.

the SECOND he pushes inside you his face pales over because shit he already feels like he’s going to cum. he’s mumbling incoherent nonsense under his breath and praying to GOD that he doesn’t embarrass himself and he’s so grateful you need a second to get used to the feeling of penetration before any movement happens.

his muscular body is hovering above you with his blanket covering you both and when you give him the go ahead to start moving he grows more anxious. he drags his hips out and his face is contorting and twisting in pleasure, a shaky groan leaving him as he slowly pushes back into you.

hearing that high pitched gasp when his tip kissed your cervix has his hips snapping back to push right back into you, wanting, needing to hear that sound again. over and over, he’s met with soft moans that has him running, sprinting to the finish line, leaning down to nip at your neck as you hold onto him and lock your legs around his waist.

“kirii..” you whine out, clenching around him and practically pulling him back in every single time he winds back and that was the literal end of him.

before he can even warn you his cumming into the condom, arms tightly wrapped around you as he fucks into you desperately, moaning into your neck and rambling incoherent praise.

when he’s realized he came in the first three minutes his face is as red as his hair and he’s pulling away to look down at you in a panic of embarrassment.

“i-i’m so sorry! fuck you just felt so good i couldn’t help myself.. did you finish?”

he’s horrified when you giggle and shake your head despite the content look on your face and he’s shoving his own face into the nape of your neck, apologizing over and over again and you only laugh.

“it’s okay kiri, i swear! it’s normal, you don’t have to be embarrassed.” you soothed but he wasn’t convinced.

“nono, i’m not gonna leave you unsatisfied.. that wouldn’t be manly at all.”

you’re shocked as you watch him shuffle down the bed and move in between your legs, about to object but we’re cut off by his tongue pressing flat against your core. your body jolts and you cry out at the stimulation, and kirishima has a sparkle in his eyes at the effect he has on you.

he’s like a kid in a candy store, lapping at your little bundle of nerves with a firm hold on your hips. he moves his tongue just like he saw in the video, flicking your sensitive bud and wrapping his lips around it. he’s making out with your heat like a starved man, moaning into you as if eating you out is causing him some immense amount of pleasure.

the vibrations from his voice against your clit is enough to make you finally come undone, legs shaking and your toes curling and you SWEAR you saw stars.

kirishima is cleaning you up, drinking down your cum and you squeal at the over stimulation, pushing against the top of his head. “too much!”

the red headed boy pulls himself up with a wide smile and a wet chin, his tongue darting out to clear any of your remaining essence off his lips. “i never thought i’d love doing that so much!” he exclaims and you shake your head with a dopey smile, still coming down from your high.

“hey, you up for another round?”

kirishima asks sheepishly after sitting up to reveal that he was hard again and you just sit up and pounce on him.

it’s safe to say you two did a lot of that in your guys’ free time after that. 🤗

⍣ ೋ Rom-Com Gone Wrong

˚ · . bakugou katsuki x afab!reader

: ̗̀➛ takes place during their third year, mentions of injuries and blood, forced intake of aphrodisiac, unestablished relationship, mutual pining, love confession, both characters are 18, protected sex, implied unprotected sex, virgnity loss, misunderstandings, a bit angsty, bakugou is lowky ooc and gentle, this is really long

following a rough battle with a rather inconvenient villian and his quirk, y/n finds herself induced with aphrodisiac against her will. she wins the encounter, only to be told if she doesn't relieve her sexual desires within 24 hours with another individual she will die.

"i'll be the one to do it," mineta says, trying to sound nonchalant about the situation, flipping his non-existent hair off to the side if his shoulder. the girls, in unison, disagree verbally, knowing of his creepy tendencies.

"can't she just do it with a girl?" tsuyuri thinks aloud, attempting to find an easy way for you to feel more comfortable with the situation. "if that's the case, then i'll do it!" ashido declares, raising her hand in the air.

this has been the subject of conversation for the past hour or so. yes, your classmates and even teachers are conversing on what to do about your current state, on who will be the one to sleep with you. it's almost heartwarming, to know that your classmates care so much about you that they'd be willing to sleep with you if it means you'll live.

which is exactly what it means. exactly nine hours ago, you had a confrontation with a well-wanted villian. you knew of the risks, you knew of his horrendous and taboo quirk. you knew that he used his quirk to take advantage of women who were defenseless and practically leaving them for dead within 24 hours of interaction.

quirks like these were rare, none of your classmates nor teachers had any experience with this type of thing. originally, the teachers were going to discuss of this situation privately, but after almost three hours had gone by with no real possible solutions, they had decided to involve your dearest classmates to come up with something, anything to help save your life.

"no, according to the villian and the tiny information we were able to get out of him, it has to be done with a male." midnight had said, rubbing at her temple to ease her stress. your female classmates groaned with frustration, side-eyeing mineta with disgust.

"t-then i'll do it!" a new contender had volunteered. "y-you? y/n needs a real man, denki—," jirou had said, trying to play of her nervousness with a chuckle. "i agree." momo said sternly.

"no offense but.. how about the boys leave this discussion to the boys." she added on, having distrust in the intentions of her male classmates. "i know you boys just want to do what you can to help her, but we also have to think about how this will affect her mentally."

the topic carried on with the girls, occasionally one of the boys attempted to give a idea, but were almost immediately shot down due to it's risk.

admist to all the tension and debate, there was one who was uncharacteristically quiet. bakugou katsuki.

all of the boys were huddled into a circle, behind the girls, listening into their plan. however, it was bakugou who stuck out like a sore thumb. he kept his hands in his pockets, a rather stoic expression written onto his face as he stared up to the ceiling.

"i'll do it! you guys just gotta trust me!" mineta yelled once more, his body jolting with fear when he was met with clear resistance from the girls.

everyone was too wrapped up in figuring out a game-plan to even notice that bakugou had taken his leave, muttering a scoff at his classmates's immaturity and perversion.

he made his way to the dorms, his hand rubbing at the tense skin of his nape. bakugou stopped in his tracks, seemingly he wasn't the only one who had the same idea. his hands returned to their place in his pockets, his eyebrows furrowing at the sight of his classmate, todoroki shouto, standing a few feet away from your dorm room.

"what are you doing here?" bakugou asked, resting his body weight on his right leg. todoroki looked back at bakugou calmly, observing the blonde's stiff movements. "i want to help y/n-san." todoroki stated, glancing back at the door of your room.

bakugou scoffed at his answer, rolling his eyes to the back of his head. "yeah right—you?" he hissed, coming up to todoroki and shoving him away from your door. "don't make me laugh. i'll be the one to do it."

todoroki stayed in place for a moment, blinking at bakugou's aggression and determination. he glanced once more at your door, and then back to bakugou before sighing with defeat and turning around to head god knows where.

bakugou scoffed once more, not taking his eyes off todoroki until he was well out of his sight. bakugou turned around, his red eyes staring intently at your door. he chewed on the walls of his mouth, wondering how to go about the situation.

as brash as he may be—he's not an idiot. he knows that if you don't end up getting any help within a few mere hours, you'll die. and thats not what he wants. to stand and watch while his dumb classmates argue over who will be the one to have the honor of having sex with you is something he won't abide with.

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a soft moan escaped your lips at the feel of your fingers caressing against your sensitive folds. a drop of sweat ran down your flushed face, running down to your collarbone and dampening the sheer tank you were wearing.

there was a knot in your abdomen, a very tight knot, that has been yet to be undone. normally, when you had this kind of urge, you'd be able to satisfy it yourself. but it's been nearly eight hours since you'be been drugged, and the effects only get more and more intense with every passing minute.

you're tired. your body is coated in a thick layer of sweat, the room smells grossly of your own scent, and it's been eight hours—yet no release. tears sting at your waterline, your hand coming up to cover your pathetic whines and cries as your fingers scissor their way into your cunt, trying to find relief to your frustration.

you gasp with pleasure when your finger nails press ever so slightly against that one spot, hazy eyes going wide when you finally find it. your back arches off the bed, toes curling when you can barely press your fingerpads against that sweet spot, but nonetheless it's something.

your body jolts when you hear a light knock at your door, hands flying to grab onto your blanket to hide your half-naked body. you sat frozen on your bed, eyes watching the door.

a couple of moments later, once again the visitor knocked, snapping you out of your haze. you rushed to find any pajamas or clothes to wear, eventually settling on a pair of grey pajama shorts. the visitor knocks again once more, earning a groan from you. "g-give me a second!" you hiss loudly, dusting off your body and finally walking up to your door.

with a deep inhale, you open up your door a few inches, hiding your sweat-ridden body behind the large frame and peeking out your head to see the visitor.

your heart drops into your stomach at the sight of the familar blonde, his red eyes lidded low at you. "b-bakugou?" you stutter out, your cheeks blushing intensely when you feel your core throb at just the sight of him. "what... are you doing here?" you say, swallowing down the fat lump in your throat.

bakugou stares at you, his facial expressions uncharacteristically calm and unreadable. "..isn't it obvious?" he says nonchalantly, taking a step towards the door. his low tone heats up your body, making you impossibly warmer with embarrassment to top it off with your seemingly insatiable desire.

still, you don't move from the door, and if anything, push it forward so only a few centimeters remain between the frame and the door itself. your forehead rests against the wood, contemplating your options.

bakugou katsuki has come to your door to do the obvious with you. for many others, this would be a dream come true—and it almost is, for you, almost. tears cloud your vision once more at the thoughts that run throughout your head, he's only here because you'll die.

"let me in y/n,—", "no, i don't want you here." you interrupt, still hiding behind the door. bakugou's eyes widen slightly at your refrusal, not expecting you to shut him down given the situation.

to you, it's almost insulting—bakugou katsuki is here to have sex with you, to save you. your crush of many years, is here to have sex with you, but only because he feels the need to save you, not because he wants to.

bakugou sighs silently, he knows its a sensitive matter, that you're practically forced to have sex with someome that you possibly don't like just to live. his fists tighten up into a ball, his eyebrows furrowing at your stubbornness. but he won't have you die, he won't knowing he could help you.

"y/n. open the door or i'm going to break it down myself." he says sternly, his voice raising slightly. it sends shivers down your spine, but still you hold your ground. alas, you find it within yourself to close the door, only for it to be held open by bakugou who most definitely overpowers you when it comes to strength. with a grunt, your already weak arms give in, quickly dropping back to the floor as the door slams against the wall now that bakugou has won the short game of tug-o-war.

bakugou makes his way into your room, not even caring to check if the door handle has made a new hole in the wall. his mouth opens, ready to say something, only to purse into a straight line when he sees the tears flowing down your cheeks.

"i don't want you here." you mumble out, attempting to hide your tears by wiping them away as quick as they came.

with a grunt, bakugou is pulling you up to your feet, his hands gripping onto your shoulders while his lips smash against yours. the kiss is rough, almost uncomfortably stiff. and yet, you almost let out a moan of satisfaction just by him giving the worst kiss ever. he pulls away a moment later, his hands keeping you in place.

not like you'd be able to walk away even if you wanted, your gaze was fixated on his soft features, eyeing those lips of his. this time, it's bakugou whose walking away—and it's you who is running after him.

with haste, you push yourself forward to the blonde, your hand wrapping around his wrist and pulling him back to you. bakugou breathes out a grunt when your lips collide with his once more, desperate and clumsy, more teeth than tongue. you can't help but grab into bakugou's broad shoulders before finding better purchase by wrapping them around his neck, feet on all toes in order to reach his lips.

bakugou pulls away from you, quickly shutting the door and locking it. though, he barely has time to do the second, as soon as the door is closed, you're pushing him against it and shoving your body against his, encapturing his lips with yours once again. he swallows your desperate whines, his tongue fighting for dominance against yours. it's messy, it's not at all in sync—but just that alone has your body heating up than what you thought was possible.

and bakugou can feel it. his hands find purchase on the small of your waist—your skin is hot to the touch, almost fever hot. he raises an eyebrow when the feel of his skin on yours alone has you letting out a soft moan, much to your embarrassment. experimentally, bakugou's hands travel down to the curve of your ass, squeezing the plump flesh lightly, earning a gasp from your lips.

seeing this, bakugou pulls away from you, a fat string of saliva connecting the two of you. his red eyes watch you tortuously, watching the way your delicate features contort with pleasure as his hands explore your ass, his squeezes getting more and more rough as your body reacts. his finger glides up to the hems of your shorts, playing with the drawstrings and eventually pulling on one to untie the knot, allowing your flimsy excuse of so-called shorts to drop and lay around your feet.

your cheeks burn at the way he stares closely at your half-naked body, eyes darting down to the ground when you realize that you didn't even put on any underwear. to you, bakugou is eyeing your body, looking for any imperfections and unsatisfying marks.

but to bakugou, he has to hold back a groan by biting on his lower lip at the sight of your bare cunt. his hands tighten it's grip on your hips, attempting to keep his composure. bakugou finally pushes himself off the door, leading you quickly by the small of your waist to your bed.

with a gentle shove, you're laying down onto your back, your legs dangling off the edge of the mattress. your eyes widen when bakugou's hands grab the hems of his shirt, pulling it up to his head and discarding of his shirt, revealing his rather toned abs and few scars he's gained in the various fights he's gotten into as a hero.

your mouth is agape in awe, practically drooling at the sight of his fit muscles and small waist. without another word, your hand subconsciously reaches for him, generously touching the muscles of his abdomen. for the first time of the night, bakugou finally shows some emotion, smirking widely at your infatuation with his abs.

"i know i got some great abs, huh?" he grins, his hand coming up to rest on the flesh of your thigh. his grin flattens to an slightly agape 'O' when your hand travels down lower to his lower pelvis, your nails caressing the skin, sending shivers down his spine. dangerously, it continues, your fingers meddling with the edge of his baggy pants, circling the metal button.

before you could do anything else, bakugou is grabbing your hand away, and much to your surprise, settles himself inbetween your bare legs, eyeing your exposed cunt. naturally, you rush to close your legs, but are stopped by his hands that rest on both of your inner thighs.

"don't try to hide yourself from me." he growls lowly, his cock growing hard in his pants at the fuller sight of your glistening cunt. a yelp leaves your throat when you are pulled closer to the edge of your bed, cunt mere centimeters from bakugou's face. your eyes close shut, palm hiding your face in embarrassment.

"open your damn eyes, you're gonna watch as i eat this pretty pussy." he hisses out before blowing lightly onto your folds, enjoying the way your thighs shiver. with a lick of his lips, bakugou dives into your cunt, his tongue dragging across your folds and into your core. you let out a rather loud moan at the feel of his tongue exploring your cunt, your hands diving down to entangle themselves in his short blonde locks.

as told, you watch bakugou devour your poor pussy through tears, moaning into your palm to not let anyone hear the way you're getting eaten out by one of your classmates. your eyes roll to the back of your head when you feel bakugou enter his index finger into your tight walls, massaging your gummy walls without mercy.

"bakugou.." you mewl out, back arching off the bed when you feel the knot in your stomach begin to unravel. the fingers tied in his hair pull tightly on his roots, earning a hum of satisfaction leave his lips, vibrating against your clit so deliciously it has you sobbing out his name within seconds and squirming within his tight hold as you cum. tears run down your cheeks as your body convulses with pleasure, eyebrows furrowed intensely as your first orgasm of the night washes over you.

a minute later, you finally come down to earth, chest heaving heavily as your eyes focus down to bakugou who licks up the remains of your delicious juices. it's so over stimulating, but it feels so good, the way his tongue laps up your cum as if he was a starved man.

for a second, you close your eyes, basking in the sweet after-glow of your orgasm before a familar vibrating sound snaps you out of your bliss. bakugou holds up the pink bullet-vibrator within his hand, cocking his head to the right. "this yours?" he asks teasingly, a sly grin painted into his face.

before you could respond, bakugou is pressing the bullet against your clit, sending waves of overstimulated pleasure up your spine. you wiggle and shift on your bed, attempting to get away from it, from him, but in the heat of the moment you seem to have forgotten of bakugou's trained strength. he pins your hips onto the bed with ease with one hand, and holds the bullet to your clit with the other.

he evilly chuckles into your cunt, his tongue gliding into your tight hole. your cries and pleas are melodies to his ears, and he only stops when your thighs are shaking for a second time around his head and your pussy walls are tightening up around his tongue. he hungrily laps up your fluids once more, the tip of his nose brushing up against your clit as he discards of the vibrator in order to grab onto the back of your thighs and practically smothers himself into your pussy.

finally, once he's deemed you cleaned up and not an ounce of your cum wasted, he pulls away from your drenched pussy. his chin glistens with your juices, his tongue lapping up any remains on his lips. his ruby red eyes watch as your chest heaves up and down, his hand grabbing your wrist that was covering your flushed face and discarding it to the side.

he passionately kisses you, not like the kisses you two shared earlier. rather, your inhaling his heavy breaths as his hips roll subconsciously into yours, his hard-on poking against your inner thigh. "bakugou.." you exhaled against his lips, your hand sliding inbetween your close bodies to palm his confined cock.

bakugou lets out a almost pained groan, his eyebrows furrowing at the feel of your hand brushing against his cock's tip. "fuck.." he groans, his head dipping down to your chest when your hand slides below his trousers and over his confined boner. "wanna help you too bakugou," you mumble shyly, batting those pretty eyelashes at him.

the tempered blonde seems to have been frozen in place at your unexpected boldness, his cock growing impossibly harder at your words. he curses under his breath when your hand glides in between the gap of his boxers, your fingers coming into contact with the skin of his cock.

you're so unexpected. it's all bakugou can ever think of. unlike all the others, you've surprised him the most. you've surprised him with your wits—instead of strength and speed. no matter how mean or offensive he's been to you, you've been nothing but a saint—going so far to even nurse him back to health after a particularly aggressive battle with a villian.

thats why he had to be the one to help you. after all you've done for him, he had to return the favor in the one time he could save your life, even if it meant having sex would save you. he wasn't about to let those ungrateful, clueless extras do it with you either when they didn't deserve the opportunity to have you so vulnerable for them.

and having sex with you doesn't seem too bad, not in the slightest. especially not when your hand is pumping his cock so deliciously. bakugou's lips apart slightly, a sharp gasp escaping when your palm tightens around his sensitive cock.

you jolt when bakugou's own hand wraps around your wrist firmly, practically slapping it away from his cock. you look up at him with filmy eyes, looking for an explanation within his own. "gotta focus on you," he mumbles under his breath, his hands coming down to your hips and dragging you down to him.

bakugou finally begins to undo his belt, the metal buckle causing your ears to tingle. he pushes down his pants to his lower thighs, for a second he glances up at you, to which you can see a small glimpse of the red tint that covers the apples of his cheeks and the way he stares intently at your features, most likely waiting to see your reaction.

he slides his dark red boxers down to the middle of his thighs, just enough to free his cock of his uncomfortable confines. and, just wow, maybe it's because you're quite literally drugged with a sex drug, or maybe he's just that perfect—but just the sight of his cock has your pathetic pussy walls clenching and throbbing around nothing.

your mouth salivates at the mere thought of his cock, and just now seeing it—god you just want him to fuck you already. without a thought, your hand reaches once more for him, only for bakugou to pin your wrist down to the side of your body, his own climbing on top of the bed. your legs come to rest on each sides of his hips, his thighs underneath yours while he sits on his knees.

it seems you're not the only one so horny, afterall, as bakugou wrapped his hand around cock, his hips inching closer to yours, his body jolted, eyes widening. his sudden movement has your heart dropping in your stomach, a cold sweat breaking out on your body. "w-what? what is it?" you stutter out, your hand crossing defensively over your clothed chest.

bakugou's cheeks seem to bloom more a shade of red as he leans back, searching for something in his pocket. "hah.. i almost forgot the condom.." he says, taking out the unmistaken small square packet out of his pocket.

you chuckle lightly at the mistake, feeling embarrassment for yourself as well. to think that you two were so wrapped up in the heat of the moment that you almost forgot the condom gives such a strange feeling in your stomach.

finally, bakugou puts the condom on, a bit shaky with embarrassment as he slides it on. all prepared, he looks up at you—possibly the calmest you've ever seen him, but there's a hint of seriousness and maybe even care with the way his eyebrows are furrowed lightly or how his eyes never leave your face.

"ready?" he asks cautiously, his hand gripped onto the underside of your thigh with the other resting on the side of your lower stomach. with your nod of approval, bakugou meets his thighs to your ass, his cock tip pressing lightly against your virgin hole.

before bakugou could go any further, your soft sobs stop him. his head immediately snaps up to yours, his eyes wide with shock. your eyes are once again wet with tears, eyebrows arched and lips frowning.

"i know this is not very convenient, y/n, but if we don't do this, you'll die-", he tries to say before he's interrupted by your sobs and hiccups. through fat tears and incoherent sentences, you finally manage to say something clear.

"it's not that." you practically hiss, surprising the blonde. "..then what is it?" he urges, a confused expression forming on his face. with a loud sigh, you groan loudly with anger and sadness, practically throwing your hands to your face as you try to wipe away your never-ending tears.

"i d-didn't want it to be like t-this!" you sob loudly, your shoulders jumping with every hiccup. before bakugou could press any further, the years of untold suffering and thoughts just came rushing to you, spilling out of your mouth like vomit. "i-i didn't w-want it to be l-like this! to happen like this!"

"oh my g-god! bakugou i've been in love with you since i've m-met you—and it–it hurts—for it to happen this way—you're only doing this just b-because you f-feel obligated to do i-it—not because you l-love me—" you mumble out, hands covering your eyes to avoid seeing his reaction.

"for it to ha-happen this way—it's like a whole prank..! like a fucking—slap in the face!" you say, practically yelling the last part as your hands fly down to the bed with frustration, finally meeting bakugou's gaze. your sobs quiet down, stomach churning at the realization of the word vomit you just had.

you thought he would be weirded out, maybe even make fun of you for it. but instead, bakugou is now looking at you with an unfamiliar gaze, full of something that seems to just be more than politeness and friendly care. sure, he's not smiling, but the way his red eyes are half-lidded, pupils dilated so big they might as well just be black, his eyebrows no longer furrowed but instead arched upwards with what seems to be surprise.

before you could say anything else, waves of sharp pain are shot up your spine as bakugou unexpectedly pushes in the tip of his cock, his arms now finding purchase by wrapping around your waist, lowering himself closer to you.

his lips press yours, slow and steady as he inches his fat cock into you. he pulls away from your lips with a grunt, his eyebrows arched downwards as he tries to set aside the way your cunt feels so heavenly wrapped around the end of his cock.

"i'm sorry for how i've been treating you." he says lowly, his teeth nipping at the pristine skin of your collarbone. "i just didn't know how to tell you—didn't think you felt the s-same," he breathes out, stuttering the last word when your walls clench around his cock. bakugou curses under his breath, trying to ground himself by pawing at your clothed breasts, sliding his hands under your tank to feel the bare skin.

bakugou's words has fresh tears forming once again at your water line. "the same..?" you think out loud, a hiccup escaping your throat at the realization.

"f-fuck, y/n—," he chokes out, his balls becoming flush with the curve of your ass. "bakugou.. the same?" you urge on, a small gasp leaving your lips when his cock tip glazes against your sweet spot. it takes bakugou to find the strength to answer, but he does with a groan, rising his upper body to have a better look at the sight of you.

"..yes the same you dummy." he finally confirms, his eyes unable to lock with yours, instead choosing to glue themselves to the sight of your tight pussy swallowing his cock. without wasting another second, your hands fly to his nape, pulling him back down to kiss him roughly. the two of you moan into the kiss, your hands desperately exploring the skin of his back while his continue to grope and massage your breasts.

"hah—i just couldn't allow it.. i didn't want the others to have you.." he groans out, his hips speeding up against yours. his teeth bite at your breasts possessively, leaving dark red marks over the unmarked flesh. his possessiveness sends a shiver up your spine, making you impossibly more hornier than you thought possible.

"baku—katsuki," you mewl out, your fingernails digging trails of red into the skin of his back. his head nods silently at your use of his first name, his ears tingling intensely.

his head tilts up to face yours, unprepared for what you were about to say. "please fuck me. i need you."

with a few words of heavy profanity, all previously known touches of gentleness are thrown out the window and bakugou is throwing your leg over shoulder and practically folding you in half. bakugou is quick to cover your mouth with his palm, if not your screams of pleasure would be heard by all the other people in these dorms—and he's not quite on board with any nobodies hearing your pretty moans.

bakugou practically jackhammers his hips into yours, his cock tip bullying your cervix. your eyes roll to the back of your head at the foreign feeling of your cervix being fucked, of your cunt being mercilessly destroyed by a fat cock. your hand flies up to the head board, desperately attempting to find purchase on anything to keep you grounded.

his cock grazing your sweet spot has you screaming once more into his palm, creaming around him for the first time that night. "f-fuck—" bakugou curses loudly, his teeth drawing blood on his lower lip in an attempt to hide own moans.

your cunt walls have a vice grip on his cock, practical almost leaving him unable to move as you cum around him. still, bakugou works his hips in and out, doing everything in his power to prevent himself from cumming just yet.

in an last ditch effort to do so, bakugou lifts his palm up from your mouth, flipping your body so you lay onto your stomach. he's quick to shove his cock back into your overstimulated cunt, rutting into you like a dog in heat. bakugou doesn't find it within himself to care when you're moaning so loud that the first floor can probably hear you, neither does he care that he's fucking you so hard that the bed frame begins to slam against the wall.

all he cares about is destroying your cunt, destroying you, something he's been wanting to do since he's met you. "fuck, fuck, fuck, y/n you feel so fuckin' good—i'm gonna cum," he babbles, his cock growing hard at the sight of your fat ass bouncing with every impact of his thrusts.

you're no better off than him, moaning his name desperately like a mantra. bakugou finally comes with a sharp and deep thrust, pushing his cock so deep it has the tip flush with your bruised cervix. he groans incoherent words, most likely profanities, as he cums into the condom, his hands gripping on the swell of your hips as he tries to ground himself.

you cum just at the unmistaken warmth that pools inside of you, tongue lolling out of your mouth pathetically. your body twitches underneath his weight, hands weakly grabbing onto his biceps. "katssshuki.." you mewl out, stars practically twinkling in your eyes.

bakugou pulls out of you with a sharp inhale, taking off the filled condom. his cock twitches when you stop him just as he's about to throw away, taking the cum-filled latex from his hand and holding it over your mouth, allowing the cum to drip onto your tongue and into your throat.

he watches you with wide eyes as you practically suck the cum out of the condom before throwing it into the trash bin on the side of your bed. you look at him with a grin, licking your lips generously before giggling.

bakugou's face twitches uncontrollably, any remains of the composure and the obvious "better safe than sorry", he has left is discarded before he practically pounces on you like a wild beast.

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bakugou is jolted awake, his eyes darting to the door of your room. theres a couple of knocks, his eyes look for your clock, '5:04 AM'.

he shuts his eyes, fully okay with ignoring the late visitor before theres more knocks. bakugou, begrudgingly, gets up, only because he doesn't want you to wake up.

he wraps his lower body in a spare blanket, taking a few seconds to rub awaken more before he's inching the door open, just barely enough to see who the visitor is. though, his shoulders relax when he sees it's just mr. aizawa at the door, most likely checking up on your state.

mr. aizawa blinks unexpectedly at bakugou, surely not expecting him to answer the door. his expression softens at the realization, being quick to offer an explanation. "i was just coming here to see if y/l/n was alright.. but i see it's under control, right?"

aizawa punctuates the last word of his sentence with the tilt of his head, his eyes pointing out bakugou's half-naked body. bakugou in response sheepishly shrugs, muttering out a groggy 'yeah' before closing the door.

he stands at the closed door for a second, rubbing his eyes tiredly before turning around to go back to bed, your bed more specifically. he stops in his tracks for a moment before continuing, seeing that you're now sitting up and staring at him.

"katsuki.." you breathe out tiredly, practically purring when you feel his hand settle onto your hip, bringing you back down onto the bed with him.

the two of you share a chaste kiss, departing only to get a short breathe in before you're pushing your body against his, deepening the kiss once more for the nth time that night.

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thank you SO much for all the freaking love on my last headcanon post, i’ve been so giddy seeing all the notifs 🤭 i’ve been super duper busy moving into a new house so i haven’t gotten the chance to write, BUT i’ve had this on my mind for days now and i needed to write it down ASAP. this might as well be a bakugou fan page atp with all the things i’ve been planning on writing - speaking of REQUESTS ARE WIDE OPEN!!!! please let me know what you guys want to see and i’ll do my best! in the mean time, this is all i’ll be posting for a liiiittttle bit (maybe). hope you guys like it. :)

katsuki bakugos playlist!!! songs i think he would listen to :) (very much feeding into my punk bakugo delusions HEAVYYYY)

💥cops / dogs - destructo disk

💥i wish i was a riot grrrl - destructo disk

💥faint - linkin park

💥we hate you please die - crash and the boys

💥given up - linkin park

💥killing in the name - rage against the machine

💥small man, big mouth - minor threat

💥bottled violence - minor threat

💥screaming at a wall - minor threat

💥12XU - minor threat

💥in my eyes - minor threat

💥filler - minor threat

💥detention girl - dwarves

💥fuck you up and get high - dwarves

💥drain you - nirvana

💥minor threat - minor threat

💥seeing red - minor threat

💥two sided politics - suicidal tendancies

💥i shot the devil - suicidal tendancies

💥i want more - suicidal tendancies

💥i’d rather be sleeping - D.R.I.

💥i don’t need society - D.R.I.

💥couch slouch - D.R.I.

💥you say i’m scum - D.R.I.

💥mullet head - beastie boys

💥sabotage - beastie boys

this is so denki kaminari coded.

me rn cause i don’t have wifi in the new house yet so tumblr has been soo super slow ☹️ i don’t even know if this will post send help 😔

worked on this late last night and forgot to post 😓 requests are open and welcome!

bestfriend!bakugo who gives you special treatment, never even raising his voice at you once with a few exceptions.

bestfriend!bakugo who studies with you every other night weather it be in your dorm room or his.

- “did you not get any sleep again last night, dumbass? you’re drooling all over your paper.”

bestfriend!bakugo who gets irritated when you hang out with someone more than him, and he doesn’t do much to hide the fact.

bestfriend!bakugo who makes you food every single time you ask without fail, even though he acts annoyed by it.

bestfriend!bakugo who once accidentally hurt you a little too badly while sparring and when you teased him for seeming genuinely worried about you and trying to rush you to recovery girl, he left you to walk to recovery girl on your own (he definitely texted you later to make sure you were okay.)

bestfriend!bakugo who sits quietly as you rant on and on about your interests, and despite his silence, he’s always listening and thoroughly enjoys your rants no matter how badly he won’t admit it.

bestfriend!bakugo who will admire you when you’re not looking, taking in every detail in your face like you’re a perfect piece of art.

- “i’m staring cause your hair is fucked up.”

bestfriend!bakugo who will leave little gifts at your dorm door on occasion just for the hell of it and completely disregard it when you thank him.

sorry for not posting a whole lot 😔 i’m trying guys trust me - lmk if you guys want more of these ! i can do other fandoms as well :33

sending the mha boy’s embarrassing photos of them

// dabi / bakugou / hawks

need to write a fic with these two…. rubbing my hands together with evil intent.

i need help finding motivation for new things - mainly one shots. stranger things fandom PLEASE come in clutch and send requests my way. :p smut, angst, fluff WHATEVER. keep em comin. 😇

I CANNOT BREATHE eddie is such a pervert this was so worth the wait 🎀🎀

CRUEL INTENTIONS - part two: penance

18+ — MINORS DNI

pairing: steddie x innocent/shy!reader

summary: you're a new student at All Saints Catholic Academy and Steve and Eddie have every intention to sink their teeth into you.

contains: enemies to lovers between steddie, blasphemy/religious talk, SMUT - 18+, mentions of smoking, corruption kink, mentions of subtle bullying, oral (m and f receiving), cum play, cheating (not on reader), exhibitionism (?), NON-CON/DUB-CON, and eddie being a scheming mf <3

word count: 8.3k

WARNING: this fic contains dark themes including - NON-CON/ DUB-CON, manipulation, coercion, and corruption. Again, THIS IS A DARK FIC, do not read it if you're not comfortable with it!

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Confession was never your favorite part of your religious practice.

When you were a child, you wailed and begged your parents on the way to church not to make you go to confession. Your parents were rather patient, giving you reasons and explaining why it’s good to confess, and sooner than later, you would end up sitting in the confessional booth with a tear-clogged nose as you beg for forgiveness for stealing cookies from your grandmother's pantry.

As you grew older, confessions slowly lost their innocence. Stolen cookies turned into watching a rated-R movie. Rated-R movies turned into lewd and unrighteous dreams. Dreams turned into the temptations of lust— so many nights rutting up against your pillow with nothing but guilt brewing in your chest and heat swirling in your core. Admitting defeat to lust was something you never wanted to do again after the priest scolded you for the third time. That was something over two years ago. Now, you were back on track, firm in your faith and unwavering to the gnashing jaws of desire.

Until yesterday.

It was sinful, what you had let Eddie do to you. You could hardly sleep last night, tossing and turning with guilt as you replayed the events over and over in your mind— and it didn’t help with the man in question pressed to your back with an arm slung over your waist. Eddie insisted he stay the night in your dorm because Nancy would be staying with Steve, and you’re much too incapable of protecting yourself. Having Eddie sleep with you, although nervewracking and uncomfortable, was for your own good; Eddie had explained that since you’re friends now, it’s his responsibility to make sure you’re always safe because— “What if someone tries to break in and you’re all by yourself? A pretty little dumb thing like you wouldn’t even stand to defend yourself.” 

It made sense, so you agreed with wet eyes and a pounding heart. You’re thankful Eddie wants to protect you because, truth be told, you don’t know the first thing about self-defense. And Eddie didn’t leave the room once— not even when you changed into your pajamas. It was uncomfortable, the heated gaze of Eddie’s stare running over your body, but Eddie kept his hands to himself for the most part, allowing you to get dressed in peace. Sleep didn’t come easily, not with your racing heart and the burning heat of Eddie’s body pressed to yours.

You tossed and turned for a while, trying to be subtle about it so as not to disturb your new friend. Still, Eddie seemed to get irritated after the first few minutes when he grumbled and slung an arm over your waist, tightening his hold and pressing you closer to him— “I didn’t plan on fucking you tonight, but you’re making it very hard not to, princess.” He lowly grumbled. And it was then that you could feel that hard thing press against your lower back, the same thing you felt when you had been on his lap. You didn’t know what it was and were too afraid to ask, so you just shut your eyes and willed yourself to sleep.

In the middle of the night, you woke up to low grunts and moans coming from Eddie, quietly filling the room. You figured maybe Eddie was just having a bad dream.

When morning came, the spot beside you was empty, with no trace of Eddie. The guilt only intensified as the memories flooded in— and for some reason, your thighs were so sticky. Slick and wet, and you were embarrassed and disgusted as you realized you must’ve had one of those dreams again. It took so much strength to refrain from folding your spare pillow between your thighs, the smell of Eddie lingering on your sheets. 

The grimace on your face never left your face as you showered and sunk your hand between your legs, rinsing away the sticky and pearly white liquid with distaste settling in your chest.

Your mind was hazy all morning, full of shame and disgust with yourself as the ghost of Eddie’s hands seared prints of fire in your skin. You could barely sit still through mass, wriggling and fidgeting about before finally standing up and deciding to confess.

And the good thing about confession is that, usually, whenever you finish your penance and promise yourself you will do better, it feels as if a weight has been lifted from your shoulders. You felt lighter in every aspect and more hopeful to never let yourself travel the road of sin again.

And that feeling lasted for a while— the entire school day, really— until lunch came, and it all came crumbling down.

It’s your first-day having lunch here, so you linger and take a moment to find a seat before snagging an empty one next to a kind-looking girl with tight curls in her hair that smelled like peaches and cream when she flipped the curly locks over her shoulder. She was kind— well, not really, but you took whatever you could get, considering every other table was either full or looked like a battleground of messy trays and rowdy friend groups.

Your body begins to ease under the belief that you’re in the clear and free of Eddie for the day— but that relief is quickly squashed when you hear a low voice talking to the girl next to you, “Close up shop, I’m sitting here.”

You stiffen at the sound, body tight and rigid as you grapple at whatever dignity you have left to force yourself not to look at the man. Sadly, your restraint is slipping through your fingers like water, and the loud chatter booming in your ears only fuels your tugging urge to look up at him. Your body seems to betray you as well, heat licking up between your thighs at the memory of yesterday just as regret and disgust settle in your chest.

“Find another seat, asshole.” The girl snaps.

You busy yourself with your lunch in front of you, picking at different-sized grapes before tossing one in your mouth and trying to focus more on the sweet taste of the grape juice.

Eddie, ever the persistent man he is, leans a jeweled hand on the lunch table, silver rings clinking against the hard surface, and he levels down with the girl in a mocking manner, “Unless you want me to tell the dean about you fucking coach Adams in the storage rooms, I suggest you fuck off somewhere else, Nadine.” He lowly responds, voice dripping with provocation. It’s uncalled for, the way Eddie threatens her, but it seems to knick a nerve in the girl— precisely what Eddie had wanted. You watch, stunned and panicked, as the girl huffs and angrily packs her things up, a satisfied grin pulling at Eddie’s lips.

You don’t quite catch what the girl says as she walks off, but Eddie seems to pay no mind either way as he swings a leg over the table bench and settles in the newly opened seat next to you. Eddie smells more captivating than he did yesterday, but the scent only makes your insides twist sickeningly, and even if you want so badly to ignore him, Eddie doesn’t allow you to.

“Are you avoiding me, lamb?”

He’s turning to you with an arm leaning on the table, shifting closer to grab your full and undivided attention. You can’t find the words to answer, so you shake your head, no, your mind reeling as you try to maintain eye contact. But Eddie’s gaze is so intense. Like he can see right through you to your core, the rotten part of you that should never come to see the light of day. You shy away, looking back down to your meal to avoid the man beside you. Eddie, however, doesn’t let you hide for long before he hooks a finger in the clear tupperware box of your grapes and drags the box towards him, out of your reach.

“Hey–” “How come you sat somewhere else today then?” Eddie’s voice is calm and leveled, but his eyes say something else— danger and desire and that same kind of heat you saw when he parted your thighs and had his way with you. It sends a shiver down your spine and dotted skin skating up your arms. “I just…” You stammer with your words, your face heating in panic as you shrug, watching as Eddie tosses a grape in his mouth, “I just wanted to get a feel of the classroom.” You lie, eyes darting down to your grapes, fingers itching just to grab it and change seats. Eddie’s eyes narrow, sharp, brown gaze dissecting you like he can tell you’re nothing but a pile of lies.

“I’m sorry, I just… I didn’t know what else to do.” You softly say, watching as Eddie’s gaze softens. “The priest told me to stay away from you…” You mumble, nervous fingers fumbling with the hem of your skirt. Which is true. He told you Eddie was nothing but a helper of the dark, luring you into debaucherous places you have no right to be in. It upset you because not only should you have already known better, but Eddie was your friend. He was kind to you, and he didn’t participate in that mean prank Carol and Billy, and everyone else played on you— instead, he made you feel better, talked you down, and even got you a drink.

Eddie looks wounded by your words, and you immediately feel the guilt washing over you like an angry wave in a storm.

“Bunny, I thought we were friends.”

You frown then, shifting in your seat as you tense, “We are,” You stress, “But… I don’t think that was… appropriate, Eddie.” Your voice teeters on a whisper as you glance at the pretty man.

Eddie gazes at you before sighing, “Poor lamb,” He starts, reaching out a hand to push back at your hair as you frown, “You’ve never had a best friend, have you?”

Your frown deepens then, offense from Eddie’s words painted across your face as you respond, “What’s that supposed to mean?” You ask. Eddie sighs, somewhat dramatic as he shrugs, “Nothing, it’s just… well, if you’d have had a best friend before, then you would’ve known.” He teases. You frown, turning to him as you wonder aloud, “Known what? I’ve had best friends— I do have one.” You defend yourself.

Eddie ticks his tongue with a shake of his head, “I don’t know, bunny. If you had a best friend— a good one— you would’ve known that best friends do things like that all the time.” He explains.

Eddie’s words swirl in your head for a moment— good friend, best friend— Eddie is a good friend, maybe not a best friend yet, but that comes with time. “What do you mean?” You ask. Eddie hums with a shrug, “Well… good friends help their friends out, don’t they?” He asks.

You nod, obvious to the nature of what a good friend entails. “And yesterday you felt good, didn’t you?” 

Your cheeks grow warm from Eddie’s words, embarrassment flooding your chest as Eddie looks at you with that knowing gaze— like if you even try to lie to him, his gaze alone will set you ablaze. You can’t bring yourself to say it, so you nod instead, avoiding his gaze as you admit the truth.

Eddie hums, a gentle thumb brushing your chin as he says, “If I’m a good friend, and if you felt good— how can it be wrong?”

And… well, you never thought of it that way. What Eddie did yesterday felt good. He turned your body into a million fireworks and melted sun— and it’s not like Eddie would ever lead you astray, right?

“Good friends help each other feel good. And don’t we praise everything good?” Eddie reasons.

And oh, it makes so much sense. Everything Eddie is saying makes sense— and Eddie is so smart he would never tell you something untrue or wrong. Although a hinge of hesitancy lingers within you, relief is washing over you quicker than you can stop it, and you seem to relax under the conclusion of Eddie’s words. You nod, glancing at Eddie, “Y-yes.”

“Yes?” Eddie tips his head.

You take a slow breath, “You’re right. I’m sorry— I didn’t mean to paint you in a bad light, Eddie.” You frown at yourself and how you’d been treating your friend all day— avoiding him, saying mean things about him in your head, cursing him for making you do wrong when, in reality, he was just being a friend.

Eddie smiles, all pearly white teeth and hungry canines, “I’m always right, lamb.”

Now that Eddie has made it clear that he has nothing but good, friendly intentions, you find yourself lingering around him more often than not.

A week passes full of classes, early morning services, and studying, and the two of you become thicker than thieves. Eddie is silly and animated in nature; he tells jokes that make your sides hurt from laughing so much, and sometimes, when he stays the night because Nancy is with Steve, he will read to you in these voices that make you giggle yet eventually lure you to sleep.

And Eddie really is a good friend. He worries about your safety and never wants you to be alone so you can be a target for ‘hungry wolves,’ he says, because ‘wolves like the taste of lambs.’

Eddie says Billy is a wolf— he tells you about the awful things he’s seen him do, how he’s broken a man's arm in less than a blink of an eye, or how he puts out his cigarettes on the skin of his ‘enemies’— boy or girl. It’s terrifying, the things Eddie tells you about Billy and his group of friends, and it makes you cling to Eddie when you pass by the hungry stares of them.

One night, you ask Eddie if Steve is a wolf too— “Because he hurt you.”

Eddie, pretty features highlighted with the yellow light of your lamp, pauses for a moment— longer than it would usually take him to answer, before answering with a simple “No.”

You frown, turning to face Eddie, the skin of your cheek brushing against the soft cotton of Eddie’s shirt. “But Steve was mean to you, Eddie,” You argue.

Eddie takes a moment, long lashes kissing his cheek when he blinks before shifting, body heat searing through your thin pajamas, “He was looking out for you, wasn’t he? He stepped in when Billy was being an asshole, and he came to check on you after.”

You deflate in the realization that Eddie is right. Steve had only become defensive to protect you. To ensure you were okay after you’d been embarrassed in front of the entire party. And you didn’t even ask. Steve is just kind enough to go out of his way and do it without you needing to ask.

And you repaid him by being rude to him all week.

You ignored his greetings in passing, huffed, and turned back to your work whenever he came to hang out with Nancy— goodness; you even rolled your eyes at him when he asked if you needed help carrying your heavy laundry basket.

Eddie seems to notice your eerie silence, gently squeezing your shoulder as he asks, “What’s wrong?”

And his voice is so soft, so comforting and gentle that it makes you frown as you turn against him. “I… I feel bad,” You softly say, “I’ve been mean to him…”

Eddie goes silent momentarily before clearing his throat, “Why?”

“Because I thought he was being mean to you, and you’re my friend, Eddie, and he hurt you!” You exclaim as your frown deepens. Eddie hums, “Well, you know what you have to do now, right?” He asks.

And well, obviously, the right thing to do would be to apologize. A quick sorry to fix the damage you’ve done should turn you back onto the right page with him, so, “Say sorry.”

Eddie purses his lips, hips shifting with a short hum, “No, that won’t do,” He says, and you frown, “You have to let him know how sorry you are— and you’re really, really sorry, aren’t you?” He asks. You blink up at him, nodding with a frown, and Eddie drags in a breath as he brushes a thumb across your temple, sending butterflies down to your gut.

“But,” Your face twists in worry, “How?”

Eddie has you resting between his thighs, your legs neatly folded beneath you with your hands placed in your lap. He’s looking at you with this gaze that makes your cheeks warm as he settles against the headboard of your bed.

He beckons you closer with a gesture of his hand, smiling when you press up on your knees, resting a hand on his thigh as you wriggle closer. “Have you ever made someone else feel good, bunny?” He asks.

You blink, wide eyes seared into his brown eyes, “Um… Well, sometimes I bring cookies to the nursing home,, and I think… well,, I’d like to think it makes them feel good and cared for.”

Eddie raises an amused eyebrow, lips twitching in a smile as he gently thumbs at your lip, “You’re precious,” He says, “But no.” Eddie fails to suppress his smile any longer when you frown.

“Like how I made you feel good at the party,” Eddie explains.

Your eyes widen then, tummy swirling with heat at the memory. You shake your head, mouth suddenly dry from Eddie’s words, and Eddie hums, “Never?”

You shake your head again, and Eddie replies, “Well, there’s a first time for everything, isn’t there?”

You breathe in, shying away as Eddie rests a hand over his crotch, “I-I don’t know, Eddie—” “Didn’t I tell you it’s okay to do this?”

His voice is firm and sharp, and you nod, “Yes, but—” “Would I ever lie to you?”

Would he? Eddie hasn’t lied thus far; why would he lie now?

You shake your head no, pressing further into him, and he lifts an eyebrow, “I—” You shy away, glancing away from his gaze, “Will you show me? How to…” You ask. Eddie smiles, soft and kind, and he settles into the headboard, palming his crotch as your breath hitches. “Touch me.” He orders.

You gaze at him, confused by his words, clenching your fingertips into his thigh, “I… I am.”

Your cheeks burn when he gazes at you, eyes holding this glare like what you’ve just said is stupid. He drags a hand down his thigh, fingers looping around your wrist and gently guiding you up, up, up until your palm is covering the tent in his jeans. Your eyes, wide and blown, fall to where he guides you, heart racing as he presses your hand into his crotch, massaging in a way. 

“You feel that?” He softly asks. You swallow, nodding because you can’t find the words. “That’s my cock,” He says. Your gaze jumps to his, breathing beginning to quicken when he tips his hips up into your touch. “You wanna see it?” He asks.

Your nod is more eager than you’d like it to be, but you can’t deny the excitement pooling between your thighs.

“Say it.”

Your face twitches in defiance, your body growing hotter by the second as the words tumble around the walls of your brain. “I can’t—” “Say it, bunny. Say you want to see my cock.”

You squirm, thighs pressing together as a whine dances in the back of your throat, conflict spinning within your chest. “I…” Eddie raises an eyebrow at your hesitance, and you breathe, “Can I see your… cock?” Your voice is shaky, and it’s embarrassing and you expect Eddie to take it for what it is, but he shakes his head, reaching out and pulling you closer by the jaw until your lips brush against his.

You whimper, fingers grasping his covered length. “No,” He says, lips twitching when you frown, “Say ‘I want to see your cock’.”

You whimper, louder and needier this time, and you think you feel a twitch beneath your hand, and your mind is beginning to feel foggy. Light and airy, like it does when you stand up too quickly on an empty stomach. “I want to see your cock.” You softly say, barely above a whisper, but Eddie can hear it— he can practically taste it with your mouth so close like this.

Eddie nods, humming in approval before digging his fingertip into your cheeks, pulling you forward the last inch to make your lips meet. His grip is so tight you can feel the bruises already budding, but he’s pressing his hips against your palm, and you’re spilling out more and more into your panties, and you feel filthy.

“Get me out, lamb.”

Truthfully, you don’t understand what he’s telling you to do, but it’s like your body reacts on second nature when your shaky fingers travel up to his belt, cool metal searing your tips as you fuss with it. You frown when his belt refuses to budge, intricate closure making you out to be dumb until you have no choice but to tell Eddie, “I can’t… can’t open it.”

Eddie huffs a soft and light laugh, before he brushes your hands away, “Cute little lamb. Can hardly do anything yourself, can you?”

Your skin is hot to the touch, embarrassment, and desire searing through your veins— and you can’t shake that guilty feeling ebbing at the back of your head that this is still wrong despite what Eddie has told you, but you think you want it either way. Think you want to make Eddie feel good. Think you want to make him feel like a million fireworks bursting within him. Think you want him to be proud of you and praise you for being good and following his instructions even if you’re already messing up on the first step.

You’re not sure; your brain is so muddled.

Eddie gets his belt open and does the work to pop his button as well, the zipper falling open with a quick tug. He sinks a hand beneath his jeans, softly breathing upon contact before shoving his jeans down just a bit until he reveals himself.

Your eyes grow wide, wider than before if that was possible, and you watch in silence as he wraps a hand around himself, dragging it up to the tip until a shiny pearl of liquid dribbles out from the glistening slit. 

“Look at that; I’m already leaking for you, bunny.” He hums. You breathe, whiny and interested, as he runs his thumb over the tip, catching the substance before it falls. He lifts his hand, gaze never leaving you, tipping his head as he pulls you close again, “Open your mouth.”

You do so on command, parting your lips as Eddie’s other hand continues to stroke himself, “Stick your tongue out; show me your pretty throat, baby.”

It’s humiliating. Sitting in front of Eddie with your mouth open and sticking out your tongue like a dog awaiting treats from their owner, but it makes your insides twist, and you’re not sure why, but you love the way Eddie hums in approval, lips quirked up into a smile. It’s beautiful.

The pad of his thumb is rough against the smooth muscle of your tongue, and the taste of him is faint as it melts into your spit— “Suck it, bunny.”

Your lips close around his knuckle, gently suckling his thumb clean of his excitement, and your nails dig into his thigh, squirming against your folded legs as the slicking sound of Eddie touching himself fills your ears.

“Look at that,” Eddie marvels, cooing as your eyes flutter, “You’re a natural, little lamb. Your pretty little lips were just made to be wrapped around a cock, weren’t they?”

You hardly register what he’s saying, but you nod either way, humming around his digit. He slips from your mouth, dragging his thumb down to smear your spit across your chin before he cups your face, “I want you to bend down and sink your lips around my cock and do what you just did to my thumb, okay?”

You nod, although reluctant to do what he’s asking, but you know it’s less of a request and more of a demand. You shuffle down the bed until there’s enough space for you and lean down and level yourself with the sinful sight of Eddie, hard and leaking, as he holds himself by the base.

Your gaze flutters up to him, a flash of hesitance dancing across your face, but Eddie is soft and firm when he glides his hand into yours, fingers threading yours and gently squeezing. His other hand holds himself at the base, holding himself to stand tall and proud before you.

You’re hesitant with the first lick, nervous yet curious as your tongue glides over the pink tip of his cock. He coats your tongue with a heady taste, salty yet subtle, and the hum that rumbles from his chest makes your head spin. You give him a few licks, adjusting to the taste before you remember the task you were given.

Taking one steady breath, you loop your hand around him, right above his hand, and you sink your lips around his tip. He’s wide, uncomfortable with how your mouth and jaw stretch around him, and the feeling of him dragging on your tongue is strange.

Eddie pants above you, cursing beneath his breath, “Take a little more, bunny.” He says. And you try, you try your hardest, shoving your face lower onto his leaking cock, but you hardly get halfway down before you gag around the tip. You pull off on instinct, coughing and sputtering, and Eddie coos. You had been drooling and slobbering all down the length of him, so Eddie’s hand is slimy and wet when he reaches out to cup your face. You whine and grimace at the feeling, turning away only for him to hold your jaw and snicker at your response.

“Poor baby’s throat is still tight, huh?” He coos.

You whine, frowning as he gently forces you to nod before sinking two fingers into your mouth. You’re more compliant this time around, maybe even eager to have his fingers in your mouth, but last time he had been gentle and kind, whereas this time, he is prodding and fierce. His calloused fingertips pet at the back of your tongue, and your eyes water, a gag threatening to come up as he hums, “Gotta train this pretty throat of yours, don’t we?”

He doesn’t go any further, but his fingertips press down against your tongue until your jaw opens wide for him. He hums, the slick sound of his fist around his cock echoing as you gaze up at him with wide eyes, throat bare and open to him. “Don’t worry, bunny, just a few rounds and this cute mouth of yours will be a cock sucking pro, okay?” 

You nod at his words, gagging when he brushes against the very back of your throat before pulling back. He removes his fingers from your mouth, but you don’t go long with a break before he’s leaning forward and smashing his lips against yours. And you don’t like it when Eddie kisses you. It’s sloppy and wet, and it hurts because he likes to bite, but you can’t stop the swirl of heat that rises in your tummy when his tongue drags against every crevice of your mouth.

He pecks your lips one last time, wet and sticky, dragging his thumb against your bottom lip before giving you a quick order, “Get back to work, honey.”

He’s gentle with his hands, cupping your face as you shuffle down to bring your lips around his tip. Although the taste is still unique, to say the least, you think you’re more comfortable this time around. You take him down, letting him slide through the wet skin of your mouth, pulsing veins gliding against the thick of your tongue. It makes your core stir with heat, familiar and slightly unwelcome under the remembrance of purity. He’s softly breathing, mumbling little praises to coax you further down the length of him. You don’t make it very far before he hits the back of your throat, and you can’t hold back the gag that erupts from you. You pull away abruptly and upset, watery eyes and a spit-soaked frown as you blink at him, “It’s too big, Eddie,” you whine.

Eddie huffs out a small laugh, hands in your hair curling at the root before pushing you back down, “Just take what you can bunny.” 

He doesn’t push you, but his actions tell you that he doesn’t care to hear your complaints, and you are now thoroughly focused on nothing but bringing Eddie satisfaction.

You do your best with your eager nature to please and the gentle guidance from Eddie—  ‘Take it like a popsicle, sweet lamb.’ and ‘Less teeth, bunny.’ and ‘Good girl, you’re hungry for it, aren’t you.’

An uncomfortable ache rises in your jaw not long into it, but Eddie is making these noises that send millions of butterflies flocking to your core, and you figure by the labored breaths and the mumbled curses falling from his lips that he must be feeling what you did that night at the party. That burst of white-hot rush. The big crash.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum,” he pants, “So warm and wet— fuck.” He cups your jaw, grip firm, and gaze demanding as he tells you, “It’s gonna be a lot, but you’re gonna take it, okay.”

Not a question but a command.

And you have no choice but to do your best at nodding and continuing your task. And you’re not sure what Eddie is talking about. You don’t know what this abundance of something is, and anxiety swirls in your gut, but not for long— because once the warmth fills your mouth, it never stops. It’s warm and bittersweet, and he floods your senses like a storm until you can do nothing but pull away with a choking cough.

Sticky white drips from your mouth, smearing over your chin and pooling onto Eddie’s throbbing cock where he’s now wrapped a hand around himself, knuckles glistening with the mess you’ve created. He’s cooing at you, calling you cute names, and rubbing a thumb over your throat, “Poor baby. Can hardly take a single thing in your pretty throat.”

It stings, and it’s nearly intolerable with the burn in your lungs, but Eddie looks so proud through the fog of your tears that you can do nothing but nuzzle against his palm and preen. “M’sorry,” you mumble, “Was so much…”

Eddie coos, pets your hair back gently as he gazes at you, “That’s okay, honey,” he assures, “But you need to clean your mess, okay?”

And, well, you figure that’s the least you can do. You nod, moving to raise on shaky limbs, but Eddie holds you still and shakes his head, “A good lamb finishes their meal. Can’t let a single drop go to waste, right?”

And you’re so tired, eyelids heavy and low with the exhaustion of the day and your efforts; you can hardly find it in yourself to protest. And well, the taste isn’t so bad, you think. Eddie’s skin is hot and salty beneath your tongue as you lick every inch of him that had fallen victim to your lack of training. Your heavy eyes don’t stay open, but Eddie directs you, helps you find your way as you clean your mess, and you settle down between his thighs when he slips his knuckles into your mouth. You lave your tongue over every inch, sleepy bones sinking deeper by the second, cheek pressed to the naked skin of Eddie’s hips. He doesn’t disturb you, only lets you suckle on his fingers as you finish cleaning, and you mumble another sorry, to which he says nothing, but you feel him slip from you just before sleep finally takes you under.

And in your dreams, you float in Eddie-scented rivers and sun.

Your big doe eyes and pouty lips will be the death of Eddie.

He’s been patient so far— so patient and steady with carving his spot next to you, and he can’t lose it now. That night in the restroom at the party was almost a fuck up. He nearly lost his grip then and claimed you as his own— would’ve fucked you raw right there on the bathroom floor and kept you for himself if he didn’t know any better, but he does. He knows better, and he knows that fragile things like you need time.

You’re easy to bend. He’s spent all week warming you to a malleable point, and last night was the first lesson, testing the water to see just how far Eddie could push you without you batting an eye— far enough. And now, as you sit beside him squirming, he can honestly admit that this is much more fun than he had anticipated.

You’re watching the rugby team file out of the locker room, waiting for the last of them to leave. As team captain, Steve is burdened with the task of ensuring the locker room is nice and clean after each practice, making it the perfect time for Eddie to send you in: no Nancy Wheeler and no prying eyes (apart from his own). 

You’re not all too excited to apologize to Stevie. More nervous than anything. And you can’t stop fucking moving until Eddie pinches your thigh and gives a quick order, “Get ready to go in, bunny.”

You frowned, wide eyes glancing at Eddie, “What if someone else is in there?” You stressed.

And you’re a cute little thing. Knee-high socks, freshly pressed uniform skirt, nervous hands tugging at the pleats as you scurry into the locker room like a nervous puppy sent to a cage. The slam of the door echoes, and Eddie’s left finishing off his cigarette, imagining how much of a fool you’re making out of yourself, asking to get on your knees for Steve Harrington— how cute.

And even though Eddie’s practically handed you over like a pretty wrapped gift, Eddie’s not stupid. Eddie knows Steve because he’s studied him, and he knows that Steve will not have the patience to wait for what can be his, and those calloused hands of his will roam. Skin will be touched, gripped, licked— the whole nine. Because, unlike Eddie, his boy is impatient. His boy is a short fuse waiting to blow— a hungry wolf waiting to rip his sweet lamb to shreds. And because Eddie knows Steve so well, he’s left a present for him.

It’s nothing extreme, nothing terrible, but something to remind him that— for now— you are Eddie’s. You are Eddie’s craft, and he is still perfecting it. He can’t have impatient jocks screwing with his process, and Steve is not above that line. 

You weren’t too happy while Eddie prepared the gift. Squirmy little thing you are. Squirmy and fucking whiney— Eddie almost gagged you, if he’s being honest. You frown when you don’t want to do something, but you’re easy to bribe— Eddie’s got a long list of candy to buy— and you were shy while lifting your skirt and peeling open the front of your panties. You whimpered when Eddie jerked himself off into them, and Eddie almost fucked you then— hates himself for giving Steve that dumbass promise. And you complained about the squishy wet feeling of Eddie’s cum in your panties, but Eddie promised he’d make it all better, but only until after you apologized to Steve.

It’s been fifteen minutes since Eddie sent his lamb into the lion's den. Kissed your forehead and wished you the best— even told you to cant his tip to the side of your cheek when you think he’s going to cum so you don’t hack up a lung on the rugby locker room floor— and you nodded all wide-eyed and pretty and thought of just taking you for himself right then and there. Whisk you away to some lonely tower and keep you full of him all year long. But he had to stay true to his plan.

His cigarette is done, and he’s getting impatient, so he tosses the bud and slinks his way into the locker room. He lets the door shut quietly, careful not to disturb the lion and the lamb, and he can hear a quiet hum of a voice, deeper toned— Steve. Eddie is calculated and quiet as he creeps into the room, settling behind a row of lockers that give him the perfect view of you on your knees. Picture fucking perfect. 

Didn’t take much for Steve to fold; that much is clear. But Eddie doesn’t blame him. Who can keep a steady balance when it comes to you?

Steve’s shirt is off and thrown over his shoulder, a pink flush dancing up his chest, curling around his neck and cheeks. He’s sitting on a bench, sweaty back pressed against the cool metal of a locker, eyes fluttering shut as you take him down your throat. He curses, fingers cupping your head as he loses the last tails of his composure and thrusts into your mouth. Eddie knew this would happen. Knew Steve wouldn’t be able to hold back. And you’re shocked.

You whine, shifting to pull away, but his grip doesn’t allow you. Your grip is tight on Steve’s shorts, grappling and tugging in a sense of surrender, and Steve doesn’t take it. Eddie is stone-faced, not a single wave of emotion waving over his face as he watches Steve obliterate your poor little throat. Eddie would’ve done that last night. He wanted to. But you’re too sweet. Too soft. You’ll crack at the edges, and if Eddie is the creator of the cracks, you won’t return to him.

He lets Steve destroy you, lets him defile you for all you are, lets him mumble curses that you hate to hear. And when Steve’s eyes meet Eddie’s, he can’t hold back the twist in his gut or the way his jeans tighten.

Steve is so beautiful. He’s devastating and glistening under the shitty lights of the locker room, and he’s boiling beneath the work of your tongue. There’s a flash of confusion that dashes through Steve’s expression: confusion and distaste. Doesn’t want Eddie here. Doesn’t like that Eddie’s palming himself, touching himself. But Steve can hardly stop himself from watching the way Eddie rolls his hips into his touch, and he can’t even hold the moan that slips from his lips. Eddie smirks at that. Thinks it’s cute how Steve tries to act like Eddie isn’t affecting him. Steve looks away, moans all breathy and hot, “Gonna cum.”

If Steve is beautiful in the buildup, then there’s no explanation for how he looks at the fall. He’s otherworldly, and he sounds like heaven and hell colliding to create this deafening glorious sound, and he looks like a fucking painting. You’re more of a mess than you were last night— and even though Eddie can’t see it, he can hear it. Can hear the sniffle and coughing, the whimpers and whining, and you flinch when Steve reaches out to wipe your face. Eddie stands then, wanting to give you two space to have each other— because, despite the intimacy you’d just displayed, the comedown is the most essential part. And although Steve seems like a total meathead, Eddie has an inkling that King Steve is an all-time pro when it comes to aftercare, so Eddie is not too worried about leaving. 

Steve catches Eddie’s eye just before the older boy steps out, and Eddie just can’t help the smirk that graces his lips, dropping a quick wink before opening the door and walking out.

Since you and Steve are on good terms, Steve makes it a point to always look after you.

He’s a good friend, you learn. He reminds you which homework is due the next day, returns your library books for you, and lends you a pencil whenever you need it— because, come to find out, you share the same biology lecture. Steve even cleans you up when Eddie makes your thighs all sticky with his white cream.

You didn’t know what he was doing the first time he did it— after you apologized in the locker room. You were on your way out when he stopped you and told you to bend over. And you weren’t sure why Steve was asking this of you until you felt the warm trickle of Eddie’s cum dripping down the inside of your thigh. It was embarrassing, and you couldn’t think of anything to do other than shy away and press your thighs together, but Steve was gentle and soft as he laid a hand on your arm, “It’s okay, sweetheart. Just wanna help, that’s all.”

You were scared when he led you to take a seat on the bench, heart racing and worry swirling in your chest as Steve shuffled out of view only to return with a towel. He settled on his knees before you and parted your thighs, and you whined and tried to close them, but he cooed and told you he’d be quick. Gentle sweeps of the cotton towel across your sticky lips made your thighs quake, and your nails left dents in the wood of the bench, but Steve was kind through it all. He gently cooed and told you that you were pretty and held it so well— whatever that means.

When he finished, you thanked him, but he kept your thighs parted. You whimpered and cried out when he touched you, and you wanted to run away when he let his tongue flick over the entirety of your now clean center, but once Steve told you that this was okay— that he and Eddie had talked— you relaxed and fell into the blissful drags of his tongue.

It was otherworldly, the feeling Steve brought to you with his mouth. You could feel it for hours. White-hot licks of fire up your thighs and lower back. Steve’s rough fingers pressed into the warm, thick skin of your thighs. The cool metal of the lockers digging into your back. The humid and sweat-stained air filling your lungs with each gasp. You could feel Steve’s hair threading through your fingers for days, and each time you saw him, it was all you saw— him on his knees, between your thighs, licking you and telling you to ride his face. So dirty. It was debauchery! Terrible sins, each and every second— but it was so good.

You couldn’t look Eddie in the eye after. Guilt and shame riddled your every bone, knowing you had done more than what you told Eddie you would do— and for some reason, you just could not shake that feeling in the depths of your gut that something here was not right. 

You want to ask someone, just to be sure, but each time you bring it up to Eddie, he tells you you’re being silly and to let it go. 

“Nancy, I have a question…”

Your roommate is on the other side of the room, lying on her stomach and nose-deep in her studies, as you had both planned to be for the night. She glances your way and hums in indication. You shuffle, sitting up on your bed to cross your legs beneath you. “Well,” you sigh, “I was just wondering, is it normal to feel guilty after doing… things?” You can’t muster the strength to say the word, so the last part comes out as a whisper. Focused on her studies and having not fully understood the meaning of your question, Nancy, hums, “What things, hun?”

You clear your throat, shuffling on your bed as you grow uncomfortably hot. “Um— you know, like… things. With a-a boy?”

Nancy freezes then, writing coming to an abrupt halt before her gaze snaps over to you. “What do you mean?” Her eyes narrow with furrowed eyebrows, “Like… sex?” She hisses.

You quickly shake your head, eyes wide and heart racing as Nancy sits up to face you from across the room, “N-no! At least… no, I don’t think it is…” You mumble, suddenly realizing that the lines between intercourse and whatever isn’t intercourse have become intensely blurred these past few weeks.

Nancy gasps, her jaw dropping as she scrambles across the room to climb onto your bed, settling across from you in a crossed-leg position as well. “You’re sleeping with someone? Who? Oh my god, where? When?” Nancy’s questions are rapid and frantic, and you hardly have a chance even to grasp them, so you just shake your head. “No? You’re not sleeping with someone?”

“No. Well, I think I am. I’m not sure.” You frown, panic settling as Nancy’s face twists into further confusion, “Would you consider it sex if there was no… penetration?” You cringe at the word, and Nancy giggles. “What, like, he ate you out?”

You don’t know what that means, and you gaze in confusion for a few seconds before the pieces click in your head that the saying explains what Steve had done to you some days ago. “Yes. And I’ve also used my mouth on him before. Although I don’t think I liked having an achy jaw after very much…” You frown.

Nancy could not look more stunned, looking at you as if you’ve just told her a top secret of the government, “Who is this guy? You have to tell me.” She begs, shuffling forward with interest. You open your mouth, about to tell her before you pause and wave dismissively, “Nancy, that’s not what this is about!” You stress.

“Sorry, sorry— uh— what was your question again?”

You sigh, grabbing your pillow to clutch to your chest, sticking a finger between your teeth to anxiously pick at dead skin from your cuticles. “Is it normal to feel so guilty?” You ask. “I— I know it’s not a sin, but I still feel… weird.” You frown.

Nancy hums, “Well, sometimes it just takes time to shake the religious bullshit mindset, you know? I mean… I don’t know, I felt a little guilty my first time with Steve,” She shrugs— and you’re not sure why, but your stomach twists with a dark feeling. “But sex feels too good to be ashamed about it. At least for me, it does.” 

And suddenly, the feeling of guilt triples in size— the monster beneath your bed grows and is brewing with the truth of what you and Steve had done in the locker room. The realization that you had done something you shouldn’t have with your roommate’s boyfriend.

Eddie’s dorm is not exactly what you had expected.

You're not sure how Eddie has gotten away with most of the things he has in here. There’s a toaster on his desk, and beside his bed, there’s a tall and wide black thing that Eddie said was an AMP for his guitar— “She’s loud enough to wake up this entire campus.” And judging by how big it is, you don’t doubt that it truly could ring through the entirety of All Saints.

It’s your first time in his dorm room, and you struggle to keep your hands to yourself and not touch everything, but luckily, Eddie doesn’t seem annoyed each time you pick something up and ask him what it is— although he did snatch away a little tin box you had found and told you to never touch it again. You’re not sure what that was about, but you wouldn’t dare push your luck.

“Take a seat, bunny. We’re gonna watch a movie.” Eddie grins, tossing a remote in his hand. You’re not sure how Eddie has a TV either, but you realize that Eddie just has a way of getting things to work in his favor. Admittedly, it is impressive. 

You settle on his bed, socked feet wriggling in the messy sheets as Eddie slips in a tape, “Is this the surprise? What movie? I don’t like horror, Eddie…” 

Eddie turns to you, a soft smile on his face, “It’s not a horror, bunny. And yes, this is the surprise. Now, before I press play, I want to make one thing clear,” He holds a finger up and you nod, “No talking from you for the entire film. Okay?”

You don’t know the extent of what Eddie is asking, so it’s easy to nod and promise to follow his rules. Eddie hums and gently pats your head, and suddenly, as if on cue, there’s a soft knock on the door. With a rather mischievous smile, Eddie winks at you and tells you to sit tight. You don’t think much of it and busy yourself with the movie's opening credits. It seems low budget compared to the movies you’ve seen, but you’re not one to judge.

The opening scene comes, and your low-budget suspicions are confirmed when the dialogue comes out sloppy and somewhat awkward. Despite this, though, you find yourself intrigued; you’ve never seen these actors before. However, before the film can progress, Eddie is stepping back into the room, but this time with someone else in tow— a rather familiar face, Steve.

Eddie makes his way to sit beside you as Steve shuts the door behind him, clicking the lock and looking at you with his forever-kind eyes.

With the turning events on the TV screen, the sly wink that Steve sends your way, and the firm squeeze Eddie gives your thigh, you begin to realize— this is not a regular movie, and you are caught in their trap.

part three.

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a/n: HELLOOOO, this has been brewing for a while and i am so sorry for the wait BUT I HOPE YOU ENJOYED!! if you have made it this far, thank u so much for reading, any and all feedback is appreciated and loved. as always, thank u and i love you always!!

OH I HAVE GOT YOU FOR THE STEVE FIC BABY GIRL!!!

the car scene where it was reader in the front seat instead of Nancy!! and the reader is like way more supportive of his dreams and shit, idiots to lovers / besties to lovers am I right 🤩🤩

this is just the cutest, i enjoyed writing this! thanks for the request lovely, you’re adorable! 🩶🩶 also, i’m sorry for holding this off for so long and if this totally sucks and it’s not at all how you wanted it, i hope you enjoy it!

a comfortable silence fills the air - the only noise heard being the rumbling of the tires against the pavement, the occasional chit-chat in the trailer from behind and “fire and rain” by carole king and james taylor playing softly. “how’s it handle?” your voice breaks the silence first, though your eyes remain on the road ahead. “not half bad considering this is a house.” steve replies, sending a quick glance over to you before his eyes return to the road. you smile and nod your head, a soft “hmm” of acknowledgment leaving your lips. the corners of steve’s lips pull into a smile, his eyes shifting from the road to you a few times.

“yeah it’s… it’s silly, but i… i’ve actually um.. i always had this dream that i’d have this.. really big family.” your eyes trail over to look at steve as he speaks - his eyes remain on the road. “i’m talking like, uh, full brood of harringtons. like five.. six kids?” you almost laugh - amused by steve’s sudden confession. “six?” you blurt out, whipping your head to look at steve almost shocked. “yeah, six little nuggets. three girls, three boys..” steve trails off for a second, before he laughs. “and.. and every summer, i figured all of us harringtons we would pack into something like this and… just see the country. you know, the rockies, grand canyon.. maybe yellow stone. end up in some beachside town in california. spend a week parked in the sand.. learn how to surf or something..”

you smile, staring over at steve as he lays all this on you. you had no idea where this all came from, but you weren’t complaining.

“that sounds really nice.” you said after a few seconds and steve glances back over at you. “yeah?” his voice is tender when he speaks this time. “yeah…” there’s a long moment of just the two of you staring at each other with smiles, before you grin and look down into your lap. “well, except for the six kids part - that sounds like a total nightmare.” you say playfully, earning a chuckle from steve. in all honesty: it didn’t actually sound all that awful to you. you’d imagine with the right person, having so many kids would be nice. and the way steve described it, it gave you this warm feeling. especially after everything you steve and the other kids have been through.. thinking about having a big family in the future felt nice. didn’t seem so crazy to fantasize about the whole white picket fence, suburban neighborhood life - the whole package.

“if only i had some practice.” steve says, gesturing to the kids in the back, all too preoccupied in their own conversations. you nod your head and smile, lifting your hands in mock defense. “alright, fair. touché.” you say with a smile, and steve smiles right back at you. “that would be nice, though.. seriously, i mean.. settling down.” you started, looking down at your hands as you played with your finger tips. “it doesn’t sound like a nightmare.” you said, looking over at him to see he was already staring at you. all of a sudden something felt different about the way he was looking at you. it quickly crossed your mind what it would be like to spend the rest of your life with him. to have six kids and travel the world. it made you feel peaceful, and that feeling was refreshing.

after what felt like ages, steve finally looked back into the road ahead, and you did the same. you found yourself smiling so hard it was beginning to hurt your cheeks, but you didn’t care. you stared out the window and thought about everything steve had told you, listening to the soft rumble of the tires below. and for the first time in days you felt totally okay. you didn’t feel the pressure of what’s to come, to save the world. and you fantasized about the light at the end of the tunnel.

it was like the switch inside you that kept you anxious flicked off. and steve had flicked it off so easily.

GUYSGUYSGUYS i really really want to write up some steve harrington fics but my mind is blank and i can’t think of anything so PLEASEPLEASE help me out and send in some requests!! 🙏🏻

summary: after a hunt gone wrong, dean is in need of comfort.

warnings: angst, fluff, sad dean, alcohol use.

note: hope you enjoy, i wrote this more so for myself for a little bit of comfort :]

andy sat in the back of the impala with dean driving and sam asleep in the passenger seat, her tired eyes watching as the trees and other cars whip past her window.

her frame leaned back into the leather, her body still tense from the hunt they had just finished and the effects of such began to catch up with herself, feeling her muscles progressively grow achy and sore.

the hunt was a bit of a blow - the three hunters got hurt and it all together didn’t go as planned.

thankfully, no one was -too- hurt.

andy’s thoughts focused on deans music, her hand occasionally trailing up to the nape of her neck to try and soothe the crook that was taunting her.

whenever dean put on his usual ac/dc, led zeppelin, deep purple, metallica etc, she couldn’t help her body subtly reacting to the tunes, her fingers tapping against her thigh, her head just barely moving back and forth in synch with the rhythm.

andy’s grey orbs flashed over to dean, knowing he was probably beating himself up about the hunt going south, which she’d noticed him do over the past few years she’d been hunting with them.

she let her eyes linger on the back of his head for a little while longer before a silent sigh fell from andy’s lips as she laid her head against the window and returned her gaze onto the trees, before her eyes eventually fell shut for the rest of the trip back.

after another hour or so, they made it back and sun set was about to bloom.

andy got out of the impala and shut her door, walking around the car and making her way inside the bunker, glancing over at dean silently for a moment before hand.

andy made a b line to the kitchen, grabbing herself a beer and then making her way into the common room, sitting down at the table with a tired sigh.

her hands worked at opening the beer to take a few gulps from the beer, the slight burning sensation she felt as it smoothed down her throat easing her just a little, but enough to make her relax.

andy stared at the wooden table quietly, her black chipped finger nail drawing lazy circles on the smooth surface before her eyes flashed over to the condensation slowly dripping from the beer bottle, a few drops racing to the bottom of the glass bottle to pool beneath it.

after a while, she turned her head, the silence that remained concerning her a little bit.

if dean hadn’t come inside soon, she’d go out and check on him.

they’d never really been intimately close, never once embracing each other in anything further than a hug.

but sometimes andy could sense he needed more than that.

she never pursued such though, since dean was the more ‘i don’t need anyone’ type.

she figured he’d get offended or something, so she always kept her distance when he got in his moods.

hearing dean walk into the bunker, she turned her gaze back down at her beer bottle, going back to watching the droplets of liquid pool under the bottle and onto the wooden table.

after she heard his footsteps move past from behind her, her eyes trailed over to look at him, watching as he opened a bottle of whiskey and took a few swigs straight from the bottle.

silently, she watched him, trying to figure out what was going on inside his head but she never could.

she turned her head back down to the beer bottle, lifting it to her lips and taking a few more sips before setting it back down where it once was.

“you know it’s not your fault, right?”

her voice broke the silence, ringing through the room and echoing off the walls of the bunker.

one last time, her grey orbs fixed over to see he was now looking at her, gazing into his green eyes, as her eye brows raise a little.

“you shouldn’t beat yourself up the way you do.. it’s not healthy.”

she mumbled, a small shake of her head following her softened voice.

dean just kind of stared at her. silence. it’d been 1… 5… 15… 20 seconds. just quietly looking at each other.

the silence between them was comfortable. not in the slightest bit awkward or uncomfortable. it’s always been that way between the two - never once did they feel the need to ramble on about random stuff in order to make the air between them less awkward.

andy’s eyes moved away from him after a while when he still hadn’t said anything. maybe she had offended him.

andy sighed and took another sip of her beer before standing up and walking off to her room, grabbing some clothes and tiredly striding into the bathroom.

after stripping down her clothes and stepping under the warm water, she almost let out a relieved sigh. she could practically feel her muscles screaming ‘thank you’, her sore body relaxing as she focused on the feeling of the water streaming down her aching figure.

after her shower, she got dressed and stepped out of the bathroom, walking down the hallway and stopping in front of deans bedroom. she wanted to knock and ask if he was okay, but she was able to answer that herself.

surely he was still beating himself up, always so hard on himself thinking there was always things he could’ve done differently.

reluctantly, though, she left a few knocks on the door, patiently waiting for him to open the door, or give the okay for her to come in. something. but not to her surprise, nothing. 1… 5… 10 seconds pass. and still - nothing.

andy gently opened the door, peaking inside to see dean sitting at the edge of his bed, hunched over with his hands tangled in his hair. andy hesitated for a moment before she invited herself in and sat down beside him.

she sat there. quiet. still quiet. 3… 4… 5 minutes pass and still. silence. that was okay. andy didn’t expect him to speak to her if he didn’t want too. it was like dean not to talk about his feelings, and she’d respect that boundary, even if she knew he -should- talk about it.

a while longer passes, and andy finally speaks up in a quiet voice.

“dean.”

it took a second, but deans head moved to look at her. just barely, she could see how glossy his eyes were, and the exhaustion etched in his face. he had been crying. seeing this took andy back a little - it was worse than she thought. and it broke her heart to see dean this upset - this vulnerable in front of her. something she hadn’t seen before.

without another word, andy moved closer, turning her body so she was facing him and wrapping her arms around his shoulders. unexpectedly, dean moved closer into her embrace, his arms firmly wrapping around her torso and his face disappearing into the crook of her neck.

they stayed like this for a while, andy’s fingers trailing up and down his shoulder blade while her other hand smoothed through his hair, gently scratching every now and then as she whispered soft nothings into his ear. in that moment, a silent understanding grew between the two of them. she was right. he -did- need this. he needed it all along. and from now on, they’d seek each other out when they needed this most. just the two of them, sitting comfortably in each others arms. in silence.

from now on, andy wouldn’t hesitate to hold him and tell him that it was okay to be vulnerable around her, and that everything would be okay.

hii!! i’m punky :33 i’ll be writing fanfics/one shots/etc mainly circling around spn but i’m open to any requests on different fandoms or whatever! im also very very open to any requests anyone has on scenarios they want me to write, i would actually love that!!

but anyway yeah, i can’t wait to get this started, i’m actually going to start working on my first fic right now! with that being said i hope whoever reads my stuff enjoys it! xx