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Well…I accidentally posted what I have of Nightmare Fuel part 2 instead of saving to draft…so I hope y’all enjoyed the sneak peak while it was up! Lol 😅🥲😂

Bibliophile Brew Vol. IV

Summary: When managing your parent's book cafe while they're away, you meet Wonder Duo Dynamight and Deku.

Warnings: NSFW. Minors DNI. Fluff, aged-up characters, language, smut, impliedshort!reader/height difference, shower sex, quickie, major praise, plot-heavy, relationship talks, overwhelming work environment, slight panic attack, pet names (bunny, darling, etc.), social/familial pressures. If I have forgotten anything, please let me know!

Word Count: 5.8 k

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Katsuki is pacing. Now, you haven't known the Pro Hero long, but you are fairly confident that when the man remains silently stewing as he treads the length of the bedroom then hell is soon to be raised. He hasn't taken his eyes off the gossip column on his phone, obsessively rereading the article. You're glad he pulled it up on his own phone after seeing it on yours as you watch the smoke begin to accumulate from his palms, the device close to cracking under the strength of his flexing fist.

Izuku isn't much better as he sits next to you on the bed, a finger pressed into his bottom lip. His mouth ran a mile a minute with mutters. The both of them make you uneasy with their differing reactions. You anxiously chew on your thumbnail and twist the hem of Izuku's t-shirt print t-shirt you're wearing with your other hand as you silently watch, trying to prevent idle hands. You know that if you don’t fidget then you’ll look at your phone, and you want to just ignore the overwhelming multitude of messages and notifications awaiting you.

"I'm gonna kill them," Katsuki grumbles, voice seeped in the unbridled rage bubbling beneath.

"Who?" Izuku asks, looking up at the stomping blonde.

"Whoever the fuck thought it was a good idea to trespass onto our property for these pictures!" he snaps. You flinch at the volume, gnawing too harshly on your thumbnail and breaking the skin. You hiss at the slight twinge of pain that stabs at your finger, and you finally remove the reddened and raisin-like digit from your mouth. You pout, noticing the blood rising to the surface. When you look back up both of the heroes are looking at you. You shyly avert your eyes until you feel a scarred palm gently grasp your forearm. Bright emerald eyes look onto you with comfort and worry swirling in their pupils. You grant him a wobbly smile that quickly fades with the waves of anxiety that are continuously crashing over you. Crooked fingers entangle themselves with yours. He squeezes your palm before bringing your hand to his lips and pressing a soft kiss to your injured thumb. Your eyes flit up to the blonde, meeting the carmine that stares apologetically down at you. He slowly treads over to you and drops to his knees before you. Callused, quirk-heated palms knead into your thighs which are still sore from the previous night's events.

"I'm sorry," he mutters, so uncharacteristically quietly.

You shake your head emphatically, looking down at your lap and staring at the thumb cradled in Izuku’s hold. "No, no, it's okay," you say softly. "Nothing to apologize for. I'm just jumpy." Your gaze intensely remains on the wounded thumb, otherwise you would have noticed the look the two men share between them.

"Bunny," Izuku starts hesitantly. "We're sorry that you were dragged into...all this."

"Oh," you deadpan momentarily before taking a quivering breath. You muster a sugary smile. "Like I said, no need to apologize. It's not your fault." Katuski's brow furrows at you, carmine eyes searching yours as you hear a soft sigh from beside you. Katsuki’s rough thumb brushes over your cheekbone, a comforting hand cupping your face. Pillowy lips press into your forehead softly, the touch lingering.

"Too fucking good for us," Katsuki murmurs so faintly that you nearly miss it. You give another small smile, sighing out a quiet laugh.

"Not true," you mumble.

"One hundred percent true," Izuku chimes in. His mouth presses a little peck into your temple sweetly. You let your eyes flutter and lean into the touch. You take a deep breath, letting the men's caramel and fresh linen scents settle over you, calming the nerves rattling your very being. You almost hate yourself for opening your eyes again to shatter this illusion that blocks out the rest of the world. Time to get back to reality.

"Thank you," you whisper. A moment passes silently, and your mind goes back to your phone and the mountain of texts that you need to respond to. Then your bubble pops. "I need to go to work."

Katsuki scoffs at that. "You're not going to work today."

"Umm, what Kacchan means to say," Izuku smooths over quickly, shooting a glare the blonde's way. "Maybe it'd be best to lay low for today?"

"But I can't just leave everyone hanging..." you weakly reason. "I can't just let everyone else deal with all of it on my behalf."

"Then...maybe close the cafe for a couple days?" Katsuki suggests with a shrug. You can tell he's trying to act nonchalant with his suggestion, trying to play it off as not being a big deal.

"I can't..." you shake your head, the anxiety suddenly getting to you as your mind is now forced to swim in the possible repercussions of the photo. You let your head fall into your hand, raking your palm down your face and then up through your hair. "I can't afford to close until this all blows over, cause who knows how long that will take! I can't do that to my employees...so many of them need the hours...I need the hours...and my parents—Oh, God—my parents! What if they saw?! What're they going to think?! They still think I'm a fucking virgin and my fucking panties are on the cover of gossip magazines!"

"Hey, hey, hey, shh..." Izuku is quick to jump into action, pulling you into his strong chest and rocking you with him. He pets your hair down and helps you establish a normal breathing pattern again. You're slow to come down from your impending panic attack but he eventually talks you down from the ledge. You don't even realize that you've started crying until rough digits swipe at falling droplets. "It's okay. You'll be okay, bunny. Look, from everything you've told me about your parents, I think they'll understand. Give them a chance, they may surprise you. As for the rest of the world, don't worry about them. We'll fight the whole world if we have to." You wetly chuckle at that.

"Thank you, Zuku," you giggle weakly, the tears still watering down your voice. "That was very sweet...but very cheesy."

"Ha!" The explosive blonde cackles wildly as Izuku feigns hurt. You offer an apologetic peck to Izuku's cheek, and his pout disappears. His arms wrap around your waist and pulls you into his side, burying his head in the crook of your neck and placing a small kiss there. Katsuki watches the both of you lovingly. His large palm cups the side of your face. "You'll be okay today?"

You nod. "I told you not to underestimate me, remember?"

He chuckles, "Yeah, I remember, Darling." He sighs, running a hand down his face and pinching his nose for a moment. When vermillion meets you again, they're studying your features. When it seems that his inner monologue is complete, he nods. "You'll call us if there are any problems?"

"If it's anything I can't handle, I will," you compromise. He snorts out a breathy laugh and shakes his head at you. His hand cups the back of your neck, pulling you in to sweetly press his lips against your temple.

"Sorry this relationship got so serious so quickly," he whispers.

You offer a sweet smile. "I knew what I was getting into. And I don't mind serious." You press your lips to his before pulling back and running a hand through green locks to coax Izuku away from resting in the crook of your neck to press a kiss to his mouth as well.

With one last complacent smile, you untangle yourself from them to get ready for work. A little difficult to do without your clothes there, but Izuku offers to drive you to your apartment before your shift. Despite being in a rush, you eye the front door wearily, realizing that the guy's t-shirt over last night's dress just screams "walk of shame." It's not something you want to advertise with the risk of more paparazzi outside of the security of the heroes' house.

When you make it back to your apartment, Izuku walks you up, careful to keep an eye out for anyone with a camera. You invite him in as you get ready, and his eyes never leave you.

You're a bit nervous at the fact that he is in your apartment for the first time, but that was the least of your worries at the moment. It also didn't seem to matter, considering his eyes were trained on one thing.

"You look really good in my shirt, by the way," he says as he leans against the doorframe.

"I'm practically swimming in this," you giggle. You pull on the fabric as you look down at the kanji spelling 't-shirt'. The man strolls over to you, towering above your shorter frame. His hands settle on your sides, bunching the fabric between his fingers. His forehead presses to yours, his nose bumping into yours gently.

"Still looks good though," he whispers. "I like you in my clothes."

"Yeah?" you breathe out, lips brushing his.

"Mhmm," he hums, mouth pressing softly to yours. His fingers skim underneath the shirt, dragging his hands up your sides. "But I like you better without any clothes." He pulls the shirt over your head and his fingers pinch the zipper at the back of last night's dress, tugging the article open.

"Again, cheesy line," you giggle, watching his eyes roll playfully. "But I like that idea. Continue." He chuckles as his digits deftly work to remove the rest of the fabric that separates the two of you. Your fingers trail beneath his own clothing, inching over his skin. He slips your straps off your shoulders as you untie the string of his sweats. You take his hand and lead him to the bathroom.

"Where we going, Bunny?"

"I still need to get ready for work so we're multitasking," you answer. The two of you make your way into the shower, colliding the moment your feet hit the cool tiled floor. Your hands fumble for the shower handle as Izuku’s lips capture yours in a heated kiss. The water welcomes the two of you in a warm spray. You gasp as your back hits the cool shower wall and Izuku takes full advantage of this, his tongue slipping between your lips to tease at yours. A whine escapes your throat as his scarred, muscular arms cage you between his hard body and the ceramic tiles lining the shower wall. It's almost as if he's holding himself back as he removes his hands from your body and claws at the wall instead. Your earlier declaration about being underestimated rings in your head as you can't help but feel like he is treating you too delicately. A lot has happened in the last 24 hours. What better way to quiet those voices than a good, hard fuck?

Your hands wrap around his wrists, pulling his hands back onto your waist and clasping your smaller fingers over his dwarfing digits, making sure they squeeze and knead into your skin. "Not gonna break, Zuku," you mutter against his lips. "Stop treating me like I will." Something snaps in him then. Those hands you guided to your body now force you to turn around, one tangling into your hair and pressing your face against the cold surface your spine previously pressed into, while the other one grips at your hip, arching your back prettily.

"Noted," he grunts, groaning as he greedily takes in the view before him. His palm slides from your hip to squeeze at the flesh of your ass before coming back to smack at the fat globes just to watch the muscles ripple. He bites his lip when he notices the new addition of coloring his hand has left on your skin, beautifully accompanying those from the previous evening. "If you want me to stop, please tell me now."

You shake your head fervently. "Don't you dare. Please, Zuku. I need you."

He chuckles then, thriving off the desperation in your voice as his fingers prod between your legs. He's quick to find your bundle of nerves, circling the button with his thumb as his index glides over your slit with a barely-there touch. As the first fingertip breaches your entrance, your forehead falls onto the wall, letting the cool surface ease your furious flush. You let it all flood from your mind—the tabloids, the cafe, your friends and family—as you let this gorgeous greenette take away your worries with his intoxicating touch. His fingers make quick work of stretching you out, the digits scissoring you open. It isn't long before his crooked fingers are replaced by a thick cock kissing your cunt. He gingerly slides himself in, granting you a moment to adjust, but that's the only gentle moment the two of your share.

His hips are quick to pistol into yours, setting a brutal pace that has your screams echoing off the tiled walls. Your moans and whines accompany the crack of skin slapping. But the best sound is of Izuku's pretty pants and groans.

You can feel his breath against your neck, his words being whispered into your skin. "So good, such a good girl," he murmurs. "Ngh—so lucky. You're amazing!"

"Izu—oooh!" you try, but the words get caught in your throat and replaced by wanton moans while his cock pummels its way inside of you.

"Best girl we could've asked for," he whines in your ear. "So fucking lucky!" A scarred hand sneaks down and bullies your button rapidly. "C'mon, bunny, please cum. Cum on my cock, pretty bunny! Need it, need you so bad! Need to feel you squeezing down on me, babygirl. Fuck! Ahh~!" Your nails scratch the ceramic wall for purchase but find nothing stabilizing as your thighs tremble. You nearly fall forward, your knees buckling from the quick and intense pleasure. Izuku catches you before you fall, an arm wrapping around your waist as he continues to piston in and out of your creamy cunt. "Fuck yes!" he hisses through gritted teeth. He holds you flush to him as he empties into your sensitive pussy, riding it out before bringing the both of you slowly down from your high. You breathe heavily, attempting to catch your breath in the steamy bathroom. All the while, Izuku peppers your neck and shoulders with delicate pecks, holding you up as your legs continue to twitch and spasm. You can’t help but let out a breathless chuckle, Izuku quick to follow. You look over your shoulder at him, sweetly kissing the tip of his nose that nuzzles into your shoulder. Izuku is gentle as he rights you back onto your feet. Your legs tremble, but it settles a bit in use. Even still, he keeps hold of you, helping you remain standing.

Izuku keeps a cautious arm around your middle as he helps you clean up. You find that you like being taken care of by the freckled hero as much as you love being manhandled by him. He gently runs your loofah over your skin, covering you in a sweet, vanilla lather. His touch is soft, and maybe a bit teasing, as he washes away the evidence of your quickie between your legs.

"Mmm," you sigh softly. "Don’t start, Izuku. I don’t think I have time for another round." You feel the rumble of humor in his chest before he removes his playful fingers. A quick peck is pressed into your temple before he goes about the rest of the shower. You make sure to return the favor though, gliding soapy hands over rippled muscles and a bubbled ass. He growls when you give extra attention to his hardening staff and tightening balls.

"Tease," he grumbles, nipping at the tip of your nose as you laugh.

"Takes one to know one," you sing-song, sending him a sly wink before you relent and continue the shower as normal. When the water shuts off, Izuku wraps you in your towel, making sure you’re nice and warm in the fluffy material before drying himself off. You don’t stay to wait though, worried that if you watch the water drip down his abs to the deep v-line leading to the outline of his cock in that pathetic excuse for a towel…well, if that happened, you’d never make it to work.

You nearly race to the bedroom, pulling out your clothes and slathering on lotion before the gorgeous greenette can get any ideas. You’ve barely slipped into your underwear before scarred arms are wrapping around your middle, pulling you into a perfectly sculpted figure. He breathes in the scent of your moisturizer, holding you delicately and tracing your skin with his fingertips. He thumbs at the hem of your panties, pressing himself between your asscheeks, and peppering open-mouthed kisses along the column of your throat. You lean back into him, allowing yourself to be enveloped in his embrace. His pinky dances beneath the fabric and he pulls it back with a snap, offering a loaded, "These look so good on you, bunny," that rumbles in his chest before he pulls away and presses a firm peck to your cheek, removing himself entirely to let you change your clothes.

Your head swims in the rush of the flush filling your face. "Tease," you grumble, pouting as he laughs.

"Takes one to know one, right?" He winks. You roll your eyes throw him an oversized nightshirt. Of yours for him to wear. It fits him unfairly snugly and he pulls on his sweats, foregoing the boxers he came in. You change your clothes quickly, throwing on dark pants and deciding to pull Izuku's t-shirt over your head once again and tying the back so it's no longer falling past your knees and simply looks like a cute, oversized style.

Izuku groans as his eyes roam over you in his shirt ready to walk out of the house as if boldly branding yourself as their’s now. "You sure I can't tempt you into staying home for the day? I promise I can make it worth your while." You shake your head and chuckle, pecking his lips. He groans again, "I know."

"I can’t hide," you sigh, hoping to convey your thoughts and feelings with the gravity of your tone.

"I know." As you pull away to grab your belongings for work, Izuku’s crooked fingers clasp over your hand. "Hey," he breaths, an air of sincerity falling between you both. "I hope you know that last night meant something to us. We...never knew that we wanted something more in our relationship until we met you. And last night was, we hope, the first of many. It's something we've talked about for a while now. But...I'm sorry we didn't do a better job of explaining that. We want you, all of you, and I never want you to think that it meant anything less to us." He pauses, making sure you’re grasping the weight of his words. You nod understandingly and he continues. "And what's happening now, with the press and that whole shit show, it means something to us as well. I know that you are more than capable of taking care of yourself, but please just give a call if you need either of us. Or if you just want to talk and see each other that's great too! I just don't want you to be stressed about this or what it means. I hope that we have made our intentions perfectly clear, but that doesn't mean we have to go at that pace, or whatever pace the media or public is trying to force us into. I just-I just want us to go whatever timeline that is best for us, regardless of anyone else. Bottom line is that we want to be with you. We want to take you out and spoil you and protect you but only in the ways you're comfortable with. And if you need us at all, please call. Kacchan would just love to yell at some Karens for you, if you'd like."

Despite the chuckle that bubbles in your throat at the image of Katsuki screaming at snotty busy-bodies with bad haircuts, your eyes get misty at the sentiment of Izuku's words. His gaze softens on you, and he pulls you in to press a gentle, comforting kiss to your forehead.

You should have stayed home. Or better yet, you should have stayed at Izuku and Katsuki’s home, wrapped up in their expensive, pro-hero-worthy sheets, and pro-hero-built bodies. You should have…but you didn’t. Instead, you stare at the never ending sea of fake fans and obsessed fans alike, all of them with phones out and vulture-like claws ready. You wonder how they managed to find your name and workplace so quickly, but that’s the internet detectives at work, you suppose. Luckily, none of them have noticed your entrance through the back door yet, but Sukki does.

She wordlessly excuses herself from the teenage girl shoving her phone in Sukki’s face and her questions down her ear canals. The aggressively inquisitive teen hadn’t even been ordering or planning to order from the looks of it so there was no love lost for that one. She enters the employees only section, frazzled and sweating. You prepare yourself for something resembling anger and frustration, but all she does is wrap you in a tight hug. Despite the chaos encroaching on your once peaceful workplace, you allow yourself to melt into the embrace, letting the warm contact soften the tension blooming in your body and mind. However, when she pulls away, you see the anger you were expecting, though you’re not sure who it’s directed at.

"What are you doing here?!" She asks, the strain in her voice heartbreaking to hear. "Go home! You need to let things die down and stay away from here."

"I can’t just let you guys take the brunt of all of this," you whimper. "This is my mistake."

"It is not!" Sukki scoffs. "Whatever happened with you and those heroes is your business and your business alone. And that shit-stain with the camera is going to know just how big a mistake they made once I get a hold of them." The growl in her voice makes you huff out a watery chuckle at the way it reminds you of a certain blond’s temper. You sniffle and wipe at your ruddy cheeks before straightening your spine.

"Thank you, Sukki," you breathe. Your eyes flit back to the door, looking out through the window at the horde awaiting your arrival. You’re spotted then. You can’t even understand why you’re such an over night celebrity. Do these people really think that they will gain anything from this experience? Interacting with you is not the same as interacting with your boyfriends. Unless they think that you’re the gateway to knowing them. That’s so ridiculous though. You watch as your coworkers have to back away from the counter when someone tries to push their way forward just to catch a glimpse of you. "And you’re right. My personal life is my own, so let’s just end this now."

You leave the sanctuary of the employees only area and face the beast. All eyes turn to you and you falter for only a moment before you straighten your spine, knowing that if you back down now then you’ll never slay this monster. Ignoring the painful shrill of squeals, you take a deep, calming breath through your nose, picturing the viridian and vermillion irises that await you at the end of the day. You look at your coworkers, seeing the mix of pity and relief on their features, and you’re filled with a new determination, wanting to fulfill your reason for coming into the cafe. Another breath fills your lungs. "Welcome to Bibliophile Brew Cafe," you project to the crowd, hoping that your words don’t fall on completely deaf ears. "I’d like to start by reminding everyone that we reserve the right to refuse service. I will not tolerate disrespect to my employees or myself. We also do not consent to be photographed, and any person who posts or shares our images without our permission will be faced with legal action. Now, if you are here to place an order, we are happy to serve you. If not, please make your exit now. And we do apologize, but our dining area will be temporarily closed, and all orders will be to go. Thank you for your patience." The girl who had been yelling at speaking with Sukki wrinkles her nose but doesn’t put down her phone. Your hand comes up and blocks out your face from being captured by the camera as you look the teenager dead in the eyes. "If you are not here to make an order, leave. Either way, put your camera up, or you will be permanently banned as well." Your voice leaves no room for question, so the girl dressed in a too tight, homemade looking BakuDeku shirt huff, turning and leaving. The rest of the crowd seems to understand how serious you were being. Some put away their recording devices, few leave, many stay. You know now that you’ll have to make many empty threats for your new rule set to be implemented, but that is not the priority. You drown out the noise of the crowd, turning instead to your employees. "How’re we doing?" Your coworkers look worse for wear; each of them with messy hair and sweat-soaked uniforms. Despite that, they each look relieved.

"Oh, y’know," Kaoru starts, deadpanned sarcasm dripping into your nineteen-year-old coworker’s voice. "Like, holy shit." Aiko, the newest to your work family looks close to tears as she rushes you in a hug.

"Oh, hey," you coo, trying your best to be comforting as you pat her back. "You all have been through food service hell this morning. I understand completely if you want to leave now."

"And leave you with this-this…mob?!" Aiko guffaws.

"Oh, hell, no," Kaoru declares. "We’re not leaving you alone."

"Just tell us what to do, boss," Kim says, the quiet man asks. The eyes of your coworkers look to you intently, all waiting curiously for your game-plan. Sukki gives you a nod and you offer all of them a soft smile.

"Sukki, please help me with the orders. Aiko, go type up the conditions I just said and print signs to be taped up. Also, print a sign that says we’ll be closing early. Kim, you’re on register with Kaoru. Let’s just get through the next few hours before we cut these vampires off and then I’ll treat you all. Okay?" You receive collective agreement before jumping into action.

It was the shift from hell, but you all made it. You dodged every question and had to ask several people to leave, but you did everything you could to keep the day going and to take care of your coworkers. Another way you were doing that was by bringing them to the Karaoke bar, renting out a private room for the lot of you to finally relax without the risk of more fangirls and pervs bothering any of you. As Aiko and Kim belt out an off key j-pop song, you rest your head on Sukki’s shoulders, silently praying that the cafe patrons took your legal bluff seriously because you have no idea if you could take legal action against anyone that might have taken your picture. An elbow jabs at your side and you look up to Sukki’s soft gaze.

"Cut it out," she demands gently.

"Cut what out?"

"Cut the overthinking out," she says. "There isn’t a guidebook for dealing with shit like this but you did it. You were amazing at it! You led, you were a boss, you should be proud of that."

You pout in thought, knowing that she’s right but not knowing how you could convince yourself of that. "Then how come I don’t feel like I did well?"

"Have you had time to process it all?" Her question stirs something inside your gut, knowing the answer is no, you haven’t had time to process. Not have you had time to grieve the loss of your privacy, your anonymity, or your dignity. A single photo took it all away from you, and you’re not sure if your scary new relationship is worth all of that. Then you’re terrified of the new wave of doubts crashing through your mind. But you don’t feel like you can say that, not even to your best friend.

So instead, you say, "No, I guess I haven’t."

"Then maybe that’s why you aren’t recognizing your own success today," she shrugs. "Or maybe it’s cause you’re the only one of us not drinking. Seriously, you deserve a buzz more than anyone and I wanna hear your drunk version of Polaris." You snort at the suggestion.

"Don’t wanna risk another scandal," you dramatize, or at least you hope it’s an exaggeration. You’ve never been one to drink as you had come to learn that you are a lightweight, but now, you’re afraid that a few glasses would have some majorly negative consequences. Your coworkers pout and chorus with ‘aww’s and ‘boo’s. They don’t take your rejection lying down though and instead flank your sides, dragging you to the mic by your wrists. A shot glass is shoved into your palm, a medley of cheers and pleas directed your way. You sigh, a nag thought ringing in the back of your mind as you remember that you brought your employees here to help them relax after such a rough day. You better lead by example. At their persuasions you finally give in, you throw back the burning alcohol before taking the mic between your hands, deciding that the best revenge would be to give them the insult on their eardrums that they were begging for.

The alcohol you were supplied with gave you an immediate buzz of false confidence and you sang three more songs. The night went by too quickly as you finally let the pressures of the day melt from your tense muscles. You all went your separate ways, Sukki’s arm slung over your shoulder and your arm wrapped around her waist as the rest of your friends sang their way down the sidewalk in the opposite direction. You were both holding the other up, swaying as you head towards the bus stop, giggling at nothing and also everything, each of you finding the most minuscule of your journey’s details to be hilarious. You plopped down on bench beside Sukki, the both of you leaning into one another. Her giggles are slow to subside, but once they do, her gentle smile stays as she watches you.

"I missed this," she beams, features soft and lips stretching with her growing grin.

"Missed what?" You question tipsily. "Miss guilt karaoke after a shit-show of a day?"

Sukki snorts and rolls her eyes at you. "No, I miss you. Your laugh. Your smile."

"What are you talking about?" You tilt your head curiously. "I smile all the time."

"No, I mean the real, genuine thing," she says, her eyes locking in on your own. "The smiling-cause-you’re-happy-not-cause-you-have-to-for-customers thing. The smiling-without-being-have-asleep-cause-you-were-up-all-night-working-on-a-paper thing. Like the real thing. I missed it. You haven’t done that in a while."

"Oh," you think back to the months that your parents have been away, the months since you’ve taken on their entire livelihood alongside your schooling. You have been stressed. The pressure of taking on that much responsibility had been weighing on you for far too long and it had affected you far more deeply than you had realized.

"I guess you really did need to get laid." And just like that, the somber air clouding your thoughts had been lifted. You’d like to blame it on Sukki’s comedic effect, though you know that it was mostly your tipsy mind that supplied the giggles.

Soon a car pulled up to the bus stop and Sukki’s phone dinged with its arrival. "Ahh, Uber is here." She hops up, looping her arm through her purse and turning towards you. "I already called you a car. You wait here and you text me when you get home, alright?"

"Yes, mom," you giggle. She gives you her best impression of a stern mother before her face breaks out in a grin. Her arms wrap around your shoulders, embracing you tightly, and you sink into the comfort of it all. "Thank you for taking care of me."

"Well, you take care of everything else, so it’s my job to take care of you," she mutters into your hair. A sleek black car pulls up behind the awaiting Uber driver. "Besides, I have helpers now." You chuckle at that, the image of vermillion and viridian flashing behind your eyes. You give her a tight squeeze before letting her go to her ride. She waves to you from the car as they drive off, the space they left behind being replaced by a sleek sports car seconds later. You admire the vehicle for a moment before the window rolls down and you’re left to admire something else. A grin breaks out onto your face when your eyes land on the carmine eyes and spiky blonde tuffs sticking out in all directions from his head. The explosion hero parks the car in front of you, getting out of the driver’s seat to stop in front of you. Whatever worries you had about your relationship earlier, whatever doubts you may have had, seem to fade away as he gives you his signature smirk and offers you a calloused palm. You gladly take it, letting him coax you to your feet and into his strong arms.

His lips press into your crown, and you feel his breath over your scalp as whispers, "You okay?" You’re grateful for the softness, never really expecting it from Katsuki, but always pleasantly surprised when experience that side of him. You’re especially thankful for his gentleness after what you saw from him this morning, the sight of his panic did nothing to quell the anxiety over the situation. While you know that your day was rough, but you’re sure that his and Izuku’s was just as difficult. But that didn’t matter now; not while you were surrounded by him, his caramel scent invading your senses and weighing warmly in your chest.

So, you nod, offering a hum of, "Mhmm."

His chest moves beneath your head as he breathes out. "Let me take you home?"

You’re not sure whether he was referring to your apartment or not, but you don’t risk leaving it up to interpretation. "Your place?" And the wolffish grin tells you that he was hoping you would say that.

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Bibliophile Brew Vol. III

Summary: When managing your parent's book cafe while they're away, you meet Wonder Duo Dynamight and Deku.

Warnings: NSFW. Minors DNI. Fluff, aged-up characters, language, smut, lots of smut, this is just pure smut, threesome(mmf), fingering, oral (f and m receiving), petnames (darling, babygirl, bunny, princess, sweetheart, slut), slight praise, slight degradation, spit-roasting, face fucking, throat bulge, stomach bulge, panty stealing, overstimulation, slight choking, cockwarming. Lmk if I forgot anything! And please enjoy!

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A part of you felt bad for throwing away all of the thought and effort it took the boys to get such a last-minute reservation to an elite venue such as Nonpareil…but you can’t currently bring yourself to care as you have the number two hero sticking his tongue down your throat while the number one hero works at your dress’ zipper in the back of their chauffeured car. Yeah…life seems pretty good right now, especially as you feel the peppering of kisses down your neck and a thick hand sliding between your legs, the scarred palm smoothing over the inside of your thigh, dangerously close to your clothed sex. It causes you to shiver and the blonde nipping at your kiss-swollen lips chuckles at the feeling of your trembling body pressed between his and Pro hero Deku’s.

"How-how private is this backseat?" you ask softly, nodding towards the partition as you strain to hold yourself back.

"Soundproof," is the simple answer Izuku gives, but it's enough for you to give an understanding nod before you finally release the deep whine you've been holding onto for so long once Katsuki's lips find that sweet spot behind your ear.

"Mmm, we’ve barely touched you and you’re already such a mess?" He snickers. "We better be careful with her, Izuku." You can’t help the pout that takes over your bottom lip or the crease that dents your brow.

"No, you don’t," you protest, and it’s the most eloquent sentence you’ve managed the entire car ride. The way Katsuki’s brows shoot up makes you feel a bit indignant then. You feel the vibration of a laugh against your skin more than you actually hear it as Izuku brushes his lips up your neck.

"No?" Izuku asks as he presses a wet peck behind your ear, his teeth grazing the cartilage teasingly. "Think you can keep up, princess?"

"Isn’t it unwise to underestimate others?" Bakugo barks out a laugh at that as Midoriya groans behind you.

"Yeah, Deku, you should know better," he snorts. You feel a bit smug until you feel that idle digit on your thigh brought to life, kissing the edge of your panties. Now, you aren’t feeling so superior. But you still refuse to back down from the challenge as determination has been lit in your core, along with something else as those dangerous fingers skim past the fabric barrier. Reaching your smaller hand down, you grasp his wrist, guiding him closer to your waiting pussy.

"Trust me," Izuku groans in your ear as you put on a show for the two men by arching your back into the greenette behind you and making sure to look into carmine eyes with a sultry half-lidded stare. "I won’t be making the same mistake again."

"Be sure you don't," you say as your fingers thread through blonde spikes, tugging the hero into a messy kiss. A pair of scarred hands pry your thighs apart, the cold air tickling your wet entrance. You let out a muffled moan the moment his digit circles your bundle of nerves. It isn't long before Katsuki drags your panties down your legs, his hand soon joining Izuku's in stroking his fingertips through your weeping slit, teasing your entrance. Your grip tightens in the golden locks, tugging Katsuki away for a moment as you crawl onto his lap, your hips coming down to slightly grind your bare cunt on his clothed hardness. A strong pair of hands glide over your ass, squeezing the globes before Katsuki rolls your skirt up further past your hips. Your hand cups the greenette's neck and guides him to your lips as Katsuki's palms skim your freshly uncovered skin. A jagged hand cups your jaw, a surprising juxtaposition to the sloppy kisses you had been sharing before. He coaxes your lips apart, but he doesn't stray far from you, his lips brushing yours as he speaks.

"You want this?" he breathes over your lips, the whisper dancing over your skin and down your spine. Your fingertips graze his jaw, gently cupping his face and making sure his eyes are on yours.

"Yes," you sigh. "I want this." You place a soft peck against his pillowy lips before doing the same to Katsuki's. "I want both of you." And it's all the confirmation needed as Izuku dives into your mouth again, Katuski's lips trail down your throat, over your collarbones, and over your shoulder as he pulls down the sleeve of your dress. The car comes to a stop too soon in front of a house, its privacy preserved by a gate and its distance from any other building. The moment the car comes to a full stop, Izuku wastes no time in opening the door and jumping out. He turns back to you, offering a gentlemanly hand to you. Your eyes look nervously at the partition again, you turn in the seat and look up at Katsuki with a sheepish expression.

"Umm, my panties?" you ask. Katsuki chuckles, reaching down and picking up the flimsy fabric from the floor. He dangles them in front of you before enclosing them in his fist as you try to snatch them up. He smirks at you and your pretty pout, leans in, and presses a barely-there kiss to your cheek.

"Mine now, babygirl," he murmurs against your skin. His palm smooths down your skirt over your thighs. "But why getting so shy on us again? Fucking loved that confidence in you before, princess. We're yours now. Use us. Let us spoil the fuck outta ya. No need to be shy." The softness of his tone betrays the suddenness of his next actions as he scoops you up and passes you over to Izuku who is quick to throw you over his shoulder.

You squeal out a giggle as he does so, your laughter infectious as he joins in. Bakugo chuckles as he follows the both of you at a more leisurely pace, twirling your abandoned panties around on his index. Izuku fumbles a bit with the keys but afterward, it doesn’t take him long to kick open his front door, making a mad dash toward the master bedroom. The moment you enter the room you’re dropped onto the heavenly mattress, staring up at the walking sex symbol you previously viewed as a wholesome green bean. But nothing about the way he looks at you in this moment says wholesome. His crooked hands make quick work of the buttons on his shirt, welcoming you to the view of his exposed scarred skin. Your eyes follow the movement, visually tracing his hands down as they travels towards his belt. He takes this moment to slow down, and you can’t for the love of All Might figure out why that is. You only assume it’s to torture you. Because it truly is torture to watch the man unhurriedly unbuckle the strap of leather locking you out of such a magnificent view. It's almost like time is in slow motion, and you let your impatience be known with a whine that bubbles from your throat. And he meanly laughs at you. His hands leave the work on his belt and you pout at that. His hand instead comes up to cup your chin, drawing your eyes back to his. He leans in and nibbles at your protruding bottom lip until you can't help but giggle. He gently kisses you, his other hand taking yours and guiding it to the half-undone belt. His grip doesn't leave you, however, only holding your hand in place.

He pulls away only a breath apart, looking into your eyes, whispering, "We can take our time, darling." His voice is husky, dripping in utter sex appeal and falling over you like silk. "We have all night. But don't worry, me and Kacchan will take good care of you, sweetness." The promise makes your digits twitch in his hold, your fingertips pressing into the smooth metal of the belt buckle. You barely offer a nod before Izuku straightens his back, offering to let you finish what he started. Your gaze falls onto the accessory in front of your face before looking up at him through your lashes once again. You sit up more, tangling your hands in the curls at the back of his neck and drawing him back into a slow kiss. His huge, jagged hands come up and cup your cheeks, pillowy lips moving languidly against your own. Izuku is right, the three of you have all the time in the world.

Your lips barely leave his skin as you make your way across his cheek, down his neck, trailing over the raised, white skin of the scars on his shoulders, chest, abs, until you make it to that protruding V-line. Your hands languidly unloop the final fastening of the belt. The sound of the accessory falling to the ground rings in your ears and the gentle zip of you opening his pants plants goosebumps over your flesh. You're finding it increasingly harder to believe that this is really happening. The sudden introduction of another warm body tilting the mattress behind you doesn't help convince you that this situation isn't just a fantasy. However, the sensation of quirk-heated hands gripping your hips from behind and the feeling of hot kisses being pressed into your neck is very persuasive.

Your chest heaves as those kisses move up your skin and your hands finally pull away the restricting fabric of Izuku's pants and—oh. No underwear. You glance at Izuku only to find a Bakugo-esque smirk gracing his features. For some reason, that wolfish expression makes your cheeks heat up more than the recent wardrobe discovery. You feel like you're being teased with the look alone.

Speaking of teasing, those hot hands resting on your hips spread out to your thighs, softly scraping back up your skin and hooking his fingers beneath the hem of your dress. He slowly extracts the fabric from your frame, his palms dragging over every inch of you in doing so. The clothing is pulled over your head leaving you in your pretty underwear in front of the two men. You hear them both take in a breath, both still as their eyes traverse over your newly bare body. a flat palm smoothes over your stomach and between the valley of your breasts before gently grasping your throat, pulling you back against the blonde's hard body. His lips are more urgent now, fervently pressing wet, open-mouth smooches into your skin while his other hand coaxs your thighs apart. Simultaneously, Izuku sinks into the mattress, resting on his stomach as your knee part before him. He leaves little nips and pecks along your smooth legs, creating a cacophony of new sensations as he works in tandem with Katsuki’s wandering digits.

When Katsuki steadily rolls his hips into you from behind, Izuku drags your legs over his shoulders. When Katsuki’s grip tightens his hold on your throat, Izuku tugs your panties from your soaking heat, exposing you to the cool air and sending a shiver down your spine. When Katsuki thumbs over your perky nipples through the lacy fabric of your lingerie, Izuku’s fingertips kiss your sensitive clit. It’s one sensation after the other, giving you no reprieve in the onslaught of new stimulations. And they’re so slow in their movements, each caress, each kiss, each whisper of touch torture to your ready and waiting body. You rest your head back against the blonde hero's shoulder your eyes fluttering close and a gasp escaping your lips at the first swipe of Izuku's tongue over your slit.

"He's so good with his tongue, right?" You absently nod before your spine arches at the swirl of his tongue against your entrance. "So sensitive," Katsuki chuckles, his other hand leaving your throat to unclasp your bra. He cups both of your breasts, rolling your nipples harshly and eliciting a whine from you. "How long has it been since someone last touched you, darling?"

"Umm..."

You could feel the rumble of laughter between your legs, the vibrations causing you to whimper and your legs to shake. "If you have to think about it, it's been too long, bunny," Izuku says softly, immediately going back to making a meal out of your pussy. Your fingers tangle into those wild green curls and twist into the loose fabric of the open button-up still hanging over his shoulders.

"Don't worry, we'll take really good care of you," the blonde hero utters against your ear, his hips rutting up into your backside. You can feel the shape of his dick trapped in the confines of his pants. You wonder for a moment if he went commando for tonight too. Your fingers reluctantly unfurl from the greenette's shirt to reach behind yourself and find out. You can't help the tinge of disappointment you feel once you slip your hand into the front of his trousers to find that yes, he did put on boxers. Your dismay must show on your face because his pleased groan is interrupted by mild laughter and he turns your face towards his to nip at your pouted bottom lip. The two of you pant and moan against one another as you then sneak your hand behind your back and beneath his briefs, wrapping your shaking digits around his girth. You take note of the fact that your fingertips don't touch as you glide your palm over his hardness. "Fuck, such a good girl," he groans.

The next moment you're lying on your back. Izuku keeps eating you out like a man starved while Katsuki stands to strip—finally. Your view is upside down as you crane your head back to watch the man peel his shirt off and you nearly drool while he rolls his bottoms down his thick thighs, his dick springing out and popping his abdomen before bobbing in front of your overturned face. He gives himself a few languid strokes before lining up with your kiss-swollen lips. His ruddy cockhead spreads his precum over your mouth. "Ready, babygirl?"

You emphatically nod, parting your lips and sticking out your tongue presenting for him. It's all the confirmation he needs as he slips into your warm, wet cavern. Your lips stretch around him as he slowly feeds every inch of his cock to you. You take a deep breath in through your nose and try to relax your jaw. "Fuck," he groans, taking a lengthy inhale through his nostrils. "Such a good slut. Your mouth feels fucking amazing, sweetheart." You twitch harshly when Izuku laughs against your sopping heat before pulling away and easing two digits into you, resting his chin on his hand while looking up at the two of you.

"She must be the perfect little slut for us," Izuku addresses Katsuki but pinches your clit and adds another finger in acknowledgment. "You're never so quick to praise, Kacchan."

"F-Fuck you," the blonde bites back, voice shaking and muscles spasming over you as your cheeks hollow while sucking the life out of him, your tongue moving over the hardness in your mouth. "Fuuuck yes, darling. Fucking perfect. Shit, Deku, she is fucking—ahh—fucking perfect."

"That right?" The greenette teasingly asks. He pulls himself up on his knees, scissors his fingers before pulling them out, and lines himself up with your entrance. "Let's see how this pussy feels then, yeah? Sound good, bunny?" In lieu of a verbal answer, you desperately grip his forearm, tugging him toward you. He leans over you, gripping your waist as he gradually presses into you. Your back bows the moment he pops past the initial resistance. He runs his thumb sweetly over your side, holding still to let you adjust. With the thick cock in your mouth you can't tell Izuku what you need and instead gently drag your nails along his inner forearm, silently begging him to move. He got the message, pulling his hips back slowly before snapping them into you once again. The motion pushes you up the bed, forcing you to take in more of Katsuki and sputter a bit. But it also offers a new discovery. Bakugo practically salivates at the image of his cock bulging in your throat. He thrusts his hips experimentally, watching the bulge move along with him. His hand comes up to cup your throat, gently pushing down to feel his dick through the layers of muscle and flesh that separate him. "Fuck."

Izuku notices too, a rakish grin taking up his features and his hips pistoning faster in and out of your body just to watch the way you bob on their cocks from his force alone. A strong, scarred arm curls around your waist, lifting your lower half and bending your back. At this angle, Izuku can feel his own cock when he presses his palm into your lower abdomen. He lets out a huff of amusement, experimentally pushing himself in further just to feel his cockhead poking his palm through your stomach. The new angle and the pressure on your lower belly tickle a new spot inside you that makes your toes curl and your eyes squeeze shut. your nails dig slightly into Izuku's arms, leaving trails of raised, red lines of scratch marks on his skin. Katsuki's grip on your throat tightens just a bit more as he pistons his cock into your throat, the lack of air that comes from this being exactly what you need to finally push you over the edge and you gush around the thick girth. Your throat trembles with the moan that ripples through you, the vibrations pull Katsuki into that high along with you, filling your tummy with his hot release. He heaves above you before slowly pulling out his softening cock from your throat. Your jaw aches as he frees himself from your mouth. In doing so, he releases your previously contained moans and you let out a long, loud stream of pleasured sounds as Izuku keeps pounding into you. A breathless chuckle escapes his lips and his rough fingers come up to gently caress your sore jaw. He descends and softly presses an upside kiss into your lips before peppering your face with them. You're surprised that a giggle manages to break through your whines and whimpers as he does so.

"Kacchan," Izuku huffs, his hips still jackhammering into yours. "Fuck, Kacchan, she feels so good. You—ngh—you need to feel how tight she is. Ahh~"

"Next time," Katsuki answers dazedly, delicately running a thumb over your cheekbone and offering you an adoring glance. Hmm, next time. You smile softly at that.

You feel the buzz of electricity in the room. Looking down towards Izuku, you notice the sparks of green tendrils dancing over his limbs and torso as he loses himself to the feeling of plunging in and out of your tight, wet heat. Katsuki's hand sneaks down and circles over your clit, bringing you to another release along with Izuku. The greenetteleans over you, gripping onto Katuski's forearm and holding himself up on his elbow. He tucks his face into the crook of your neck, nipping and pecking your throat. You feel those coils of energy tickle against your skin as well.

"Such a good girl, bunny," Izuku groans against your skin. "Good fucking girl." If it were even possible, he snaps his hips faster. You both are right there at the edge...almost—Katsuki's fingers tangle into green curls and an open, panting mouth is pushed sloppily into yours, a forced, makeshift kiss, as it were. The blonde's digits circling your clit pinch your bundle of nerves and everything comes crashing down. You see white as you arch into the hard body pressed into you, feeling how Izuku's hips grind into yours as you're filled up.

Everything goes still. The only sound that echoes in the room is wet panting, though you're sure the heroes can hear the way your heartbeat drums against your ribcage. After a few minutes of rest, Izuku leans up, his emerald eyes searching you.

"You okay?" His voice sounds so soft and concerned, a complete 180 from the cocky teasing voice he used before. Your throat still feels raw from the monster that had been penetrating it beforehand so you just nod, offering a reassuring smile. He gives you one of his own before pressing a sweet peck to your temple. You both hiss as Izuku slowly pulls himself from your entrance, a gush of your mixed release pooling from you. Strong hands grasp underneath your arms before pulling you up into a firm chest. The blonde cradles you to him as the greenette makes a beeline to the bathroom, returning shortly with a couple of washcloths. He offers one to Katsuki who wipes your drool and cum coated chin before cleaning off his half-hard member. Izuku swipes the warm, damp cloth between your legs, causing your thighs to shake and you to whine at the oversensitivity. Katsuki chuckles, tucking you closer into his side as Izuku walks out of the room again. Thick, callused fingers grip your chin and then you're drowsily staring up into a set of vermillion irises.

"Words this time, sweetheart," he gruffs. "Are you okay?"

"Ye—" you croak out, voice cracking with the strain. Clearing your throat you try again, uttering a simple, soft, "Yes." He smirks at the obvious damage he's caused, a sense of pride overpowering the sheepish guilt that should be filling him. He presses a sweet peck to your temple, scratching his blunt nails soothingly over your scalp and through your tangled, sweaty hair. Izuku is quick to come back with a few water bottles, a bowl of fruit, and a bag of Mighty's potato chips.

The rest of the night is spent being hand-fed snacks while getting to know the two heroes better—naked of course. Eventually, your eyes water with exhaustion and your yawns get in the way of conversation. You fall asleep on the blonde's scarred chest...being speared on his cock to warm him through the night.

You wake up in the same position, nuzzling into the warm chest beneath your cheek. You blink your blurry eyes and look at the greenette tucked into the blonde's side, one scarred hand curled around Katsuki's bicep and the other lazily draped across your lower back. You slowly try to stretch out your sore muscles without waking the two, though you're sure that the inflating cock in your cunt will mean that they'll be awake soon anyway. You turn your head the other way to at least crack your neck and notice someone has plugged up your phone on the nightstand. Aww. You reach over and grab it because at least you can go through it while letting the boys get their sleep. Only, when you turn your cell on, you're bombarded with a horde of message notifications, most of them seeming to be a link. You click on the messages that Sukki sent, a cacophony of 'Are you okay?' 'Have you seen this?!' 'Where are you??' and so on. You click the link to be assaulted by the headline "Two For One? Mystery Girl Spotted With Dynamight and Deku" along with the image of Izuku carrying you over his shoulder, a carefree grin etched into his features, Katsuki twirling your panties on his finger, and you, smiling widely without an ounce of awareness to the camera capturing this perfectly damning image.

"What the fu—"

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DICED

“I want to taste you again, like a secret or a sin.”

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Pairing: Eddie x bestfriend!female!Reader

Summary: Eddie comes up with a game to help you prepare for when you get a boyfriend.

W.C: 2.1k

Warnings: NO MINORS, smut will be heavy throughout this.

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You’re sitting atop Eddie’s lap on his dungeon master chair. Your panties are tucked away in Eddie’s back pocket soaked with your slick. Your head is thrown back against his shoulder a loud moan frees itself from your slack mouth as Eddie’s thick fingers circle around your clit.

“Shh,” Eddie groans, releasing your purpling marked up tit and squeezing your mouth shut, “you want the whole town to know how much of a slut you are?”

After school today, your best friend Eddie decided to play a little game. “It’s easy sweetheart, I promise.” Eddie coos as he takes out the velvet bag of dice from his bag he kept specifically for DnD. Couldn’t be bothered with carrying a backpack but he had an entire duffel bag just for DND. You sat on the dingy carpet of his bedroom twirling a piece of strewn carpet fiber through your fingers as Eddie lay lazily on his bed, smoking the last bit of his joint and tossing the bag up to himself.

“So w-what are the rules to this game?” You ask nervously. Eddie could be an absolute menace when he wanted to be, but never to you. He was, however, trickier than Loki and more sly than a fox. He didn’t treat you like every other asshat in Hawkins did, he always looked out for you, stuck up for you when the popular girls called you horrible names, and even beat up one of the boys on the basketball team for trying to lift your skirt when you were bent over at the water fountain.

“‘ts easy,” Eddie says, inhaling his joint, “I’m going to roll the dice twice, and then you’ll roll them twice. The first roll signifies where it will happen, the second, how it will happen. I wrote down a bunch of different scenarios, kind of like CLUE but instead of finding out who killed Colonel Mustard in the kitchen with the candlestick; it’ll be me and you, making each other cum, in different places, simple.”

“Eddie! I never agreed to this!” you stammer out flabbergasted. When Eddie asked you to come over afterschool to set the rules for a new game, you thought maybe he had stolen a deck of cards from Melvald’s. Not whatever crazy shit this was.

“Sure you did, remember weeks ago when I covered for you when you were too high to go to work and I took your shift at Benny’s so you could sleep it off, in my bed?” Son of a bitch. “And you said, ‘oh Eddie thank you I love you I’ll do whatever you want!’ Remember that sweetheart?”

Of course you remembered, you just hoped he had forgot.

Eddie had bought a new bong and you were only used to smoking joints with him in the back of the van after school. But when he excitedly dragged you through the trailer to show you his new possession sitting pretty on top of the small Formica table, your eyes gleamed and glowed with admiration at the sight of the 4 ft glassed beauty.

Taking the first hit was like inhaling smoke directly from a chimney, you coughed until you practically peed your pants, “yeah sorry I should have warned you it’s pretty intense.” Through bloodshot eyes, and a coughing fit, your high hit you like a freight train. Eddie had to carry you to the bed because you couldn’t walk, you were blubbering into his ear about how pretty he was— that you remember. What you didn’t remember was falling asleep. You woke to Eddie coming back from your shift at Benny’s and you apologizing to him fruitlessly. Guess he didn’t forget that part after all.

Shaking your head and standing up you shout, “okay asshole but this isn’t what I meant! I meant like I would take your next shift, or-or clean your nasty room! Or buy you lunch one day, not be a fuck puppet to your sadistic ass!”

“Ah ah ah, don’t get mad at me, baby.” Eddie says wagging a ringed finger at you, “I could have easily gotten high with you and had Benny fire you for not showing up, but instead like the gentleman that I am,” he said placing both hands on his heart like a Valentine’s Day cherub, “I covered for you. Now you owe me so if you would, kindly roll the goddamn dice so we can start.”

“Fiiiiiine!” You groaned. It wasn’t that the idea of having Eddie’s hands all over you making you have an orgasm made you sick, it was quite the opposite. What if he found out you actually liked him? You couldn’t bear the thought of losing Eddie’s friendship over something as trivial as fooling around. “But first I want to know why? Why are we doing this?”

“For practice.” Eddie said nonchalantly as he stubbed out the last bit of his joint. “That way when you get a boyfriend you’ll know what to do and also you’ll know what makes you feel good.”

You scoff at his words, “Oh really? And what makes you think that you’ll be able to make that happen? Last I checked, Rosie Palms was the only date you’ve ever had.” You said wiggling the fingers on your right hand.

“Oh sweetheart,” Eddie says, letting out a throaty chuckle, “there’s plenty of things that happen in this room that you’re unaware of.”

The pit in your stomach falls as your heart breaks slightly. The gut wrenching feeling of thinking about Eddie rolling around in his sheets with anyone else is enough to make you vomit. What is there to lose from this? At least you’ll get to finally kiss him.

“Okay but we need some guidelines… some standards! One, We can’t tell anyone, and I mean it Munson! That big fucking mouth of yours better not be flapping to any little Hellfire guys, got it?” Eddie shakes his head up and down as he sits up rubbing his hands together. “Number two, I’m not having sex with you so don’t even ask, and three, and I can’t stress this enough, no visible hickeys anywhere, my dad will kill you, then me.”

“Got it,” Eddie slides down his bed as if he is made of syrup, landing softly and crossing his long legs, “here’s the lists of ‘Where’, labeled 1-12, and the ‘How’ 1-6. Uhhh shit hang on.” Eddie jumps up and runs to the living room, you hear him sorting through some drawers as he yells out , “bingo!” You glance your eyes over the “Where” list, and your throat instantly becomes dry, is Eddie out of his fucking mind? You thought maybe he would have put: in his room, the living room, your bed. But no, Eddie has once again outdone himself. Detention, school parking lot, Starcourt mall bathroom, adult section of Family Video?

He comes back with the lid of a monopoly box, colorful play money cascades down to the dirty carpet as he trots back into the room, “here, roll in this.”

Holding the list in your sweaty palm you thrust it into the air, “Eddie… what the f—?”

“Nope, don’t wanna hear it, took forever to write all this out, now be a good girl and roll.” You shut your eyes take a deep breath. Sticking out your tongue at him as you pick up the D12, twirling it in your hand twice before rolling it onto the duct taped monopoly box.

7

You scroll your finger down the list and you stop hovering over the words “beer cooler in the gas station” you peek at Eddie through your eyelashes. A slow smile creeps across his lips, “alright, now the how.” Eddie grabs the velvety bag on his messy bed and fishes through it finding the D6. “Evens are are dealers choice, and odds are oral.” Eddie hands the dice to you as if he didn’t just suggest that if you roll an even number that his mouth would be on your lady parts by tomorrow. Already you can feel the distinct aching throb of your pussy. This is stupid, this is so fucking stupid, you’re literally sweating at the sight of these goddamn dice. Running your thumb over each side as they soon decide how Eddie will use his body to make you have an orgasm. You look up at Eddie to see him anxiously awaiting the decision of your trembling hand. His eyes are blown dark and he’s biting his bottom lip. The man is dripping of sex and he’s not even trying. You make a crude pumping motion with your hand as the dice fly free, hitting the cardboard with the thud, dancing softly and stuttering to a stop.

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“Mmm, dealer's choice. I like that.” Eddie chides as he licks his lips, and twirls his hair as he blushes a pretty pink. “Now you can choose when this happens, I think we should do 7 days, starting tomorrow. So Thursday -Thursday.”

“SEVEN DAYS! Eddie! I thought we were doing this once!” your face is red with embarrassment as your best friend laughs.

“Ohhhh no, we’re doing this for seven days,” Eddie leans forward and almost whispers, “three days for me and uhh…four for you because, as you will soon find out sweetheart, I’m a giver.” His eyes flicker down to your lips as he hums softly. He raises his hand and pushes your hair out of your face feeling the calloused tips of his fingers graze your cheek lightly. Running his thumb along your plump lips, he pulls down gently exposing the soft anatomy of your inner bottom lip. His tongue peeks out of the corner edge of his mouth. His eyes go wide as he watches your bottom lip bounce back into place. “My turn.” He says winking devilishly.

After many rounds of dice throwing and you and Eddie bickering over who should write everything down because his handwriting is awful— you have it all narrowed down. Your day starts tomorrow, then Eddie then you, and so on. You rolled: Movie theater, gas station & after Hellfire Club, and hot tub, which would be tricky because neither one of you even had a hot tub. Eddie rolled: at Benny’s, detention, and the adult section of Family Video.

You can’t believe that you agreed to this. It seemed as though Eddie’s smile got wider and wider with every roll. His eyes sparkled as they watched the dance of the dice skating around the makeshift cardboard dance floor. Watching Eddie be so anxious for the dice to land had you, bothered. You ended up having to put your hair up, finding it suddenly hot in the drafty trailer. Eddie watched as you twirled your hair around your finger in an upwards motion, pulling it away from your face with a clip revealing the slope of your neck as small tendrils of your hair kissed the bottom of your chin. He never in a million years thought that you would agree to this. At first he just made up the game to get you mad, to tease you in a way that nobody but him was allowed to do. But then you had said yes and to be honest, he had been rocking half a chub since that moment.

Glancing at the thin watch on your wrist it was already 10 o’clock. “Fuck, Eddie I have to go,” you stand to your feet and grab your purse stuffing your feet into your converse as you hurriedly tie the laces. “Can you drive me?”

“Already ahead of you, sweetheart.” Eddie says spinning his van keys on his finger. He’s leaning against the frame of his bedroom door, hands stuffed into his leather jacket.

The drive home is quiet, normally Eddie is blaring Metallica and driving like a maniac, but not tonight. He has a sly grin on his face and his dark eyes turn carnal. “So, what movie we seein’ tomorrow anyway?”

“I guess whatever one has a matinee, probably less people in there during the day time… it’ll be, easier.” You are twiddling your thumbs and looking out the window, trying to ignore the fact that your window is already fogged up and you haven’t been talking much.

“Oh honey, just a little taste of me turning you on and you’ll be more than easy.” Eddie says wickedly. “Now,” he stops the van outside of your house turning to face you, his eyes dark and looking through his lashes at you, “I’ll see you tomorrow, get some rest,” he leans across you to open the door, dragging his hand across your lap as he sits back up. He winks as he smiles, Cheshire Cat like at you, “You’re gonna need it.”

i've been saying this for a while but i really think vecna singled out eddie for a reason. Vecna could've gotten to Chrissy whenever he wanted, but he waited till she went to eddie's trailer. he had his hooks in max, eddie's neighbour. he dragged fred out into the forest and killed him just mere miles from where eddie was hiding from the cops. he knew Patrick was looking for eddie with jason and killed him again, right in front of eddie. Eddie is a constant witness in these murders, everyone is brought near him and then killed and a gate is made. could vecna not get into eddies mind to lure him close? cause homeboy has enough trauma to last a lifetime maybe 2, Vecna totally could've found something inside his mind to get him like he did the others but he didn't. even after he watched chrissy die, that would've been enough trauma for vecna to weasel his way into eddie's mind but he couldn't. so he got to nancy instead. it's not just a coincidence that venca pinned all these murders on some kid, he didn't do it by accident. there's a reason he picked eddie

I’m not crying 🥹 yes I am 🥺😭

But that’s okay. There was a time before me, and there will be a time after me, and they’ll be fine. We were very lucky to have that time together. 

Is Bibliophile Brew going to be out soon ? , no rush 🤍

Hey! Thank you so much for your interest in Bibliophile Brew! It really means so much to me that people seem to enjoy this!

And I know that I have mentioned this in another ask, but again I want to say that I’m so sorry for the delay! While we have met the goal of reposts and likes for part 2, life kinda caught up with me in the form of ✨college finals and graduation✨🥲 Honestly, I hadn’t expected to reach the goal for part 2 for a while from my previous post activity 😅 so I am really happy that this fic is doing so well!

I’m almost finished with my last semester of college and haven’t had as much time as I thought I would to finish writing the second part. However! I graduate May 11th and then I will have SO MUCH FREE TIME! For now, I’m working on the second part during my free time, but it’s just a bit difficult with everything going on. But it is coming!!

Thank y’all again for your patience! Make sure to put on notifications too if you’re following for when I do post part 2! 🧡💚

Eyes up

Pairings: dom!Eddie Munson x fem!reader

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Warnings: NSFW content. Smut, dom!eddie, rough!eddie, pet name (princess), multiple orgasms. 18+ only. Minors DNI!

It was too much. How many orgasms had Eddie pulled from you by now? Two or three? No, those were just from his mouth and fingers. How many had he pulled from you just from spearing you on his cock? At least two.

He’d been relentlessly pounding into you, working out all of his frustrations on your sweet, abused little cunt. You watched the flush invade his neck and chest, saw how his abdomen twitched with his movements before finally eyeing where the two of you were connected. A particularly hard thrust sent your eyelids squeezing close, head thrown back and spine arching into him. Not a second later a ring clad hand harshly gripped your jaw, forcing you to look into a pair of big, brown eyes.

“Don’t you fuckin’ dare look away,” he gritted, punctuating each syllable with a snap of his hips, his pubic bone grinding against your swollen clit. “Eyes up, princess, we’re nowhere near finished.”

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