What Are You Talking About Shitty Deku

I can't stop thinking about Gwen in ATSV. She mentioned about how she, in every other universe, died when she was loved by spiderman/Peter Parker. Peter B., Noir, Ham, and Peni didn't talk about it, but I can't help but think about how Gwen is in this organization where literally thousands of people were in love with her and she died. When she walked through Neuva York, every Spiderman was tripping over themselves to call out to her specifically and receive a "hey :)" back. Not Spider Jess or Hobie.

And then there's Pavitr and, love him of course, but I wonder how it felt to see him talk about Gayatri. I know it's a joke but how does it feel to see yourself put on this pedestal. You can't help but compare yourself and wonder "did my Peter see me that way? How would I have acted if he did?" To see her dad in Officer Singh. To see herself trapped in a bus, desperately pounding on the window as she dangled above certain death again.

In the original Spiderman India comic, they skipped over Gwen/Gayatri entirely, and instead had Meera Jain. Which I get why they did from a meta perspective, but in universe, how does it feel to know your replacement is out there. Every Spiderman is happy with their MJ, and they think of Gwen fondly, but like.... Gwen is replaceable. She is the first love, but she doesn't get a future. It's a canon event.

The horror of being a fridged woman.

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Just in case the world needed any more prove that Joseph Quinn is a golden retriever in human form

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.

Hello, lovelies! What do we think about this so far? How are we feeling? Do you guys want more of this? Please let me know! I love hearing your thoughts and opinions. And if there is something you would like to like to see in this series, drop it in the comments or in my request inbox! Also, I do apologize once again that I’ve been gone for so long. Life has been a struggle lately, loves. But I really hope that this was worth the wait!

If you guys want a new part then I’ll set up a new goal on Ko-Fi. Only $5! So that means if only 5 people give a dollar then you’ll get a new part!

Thank you again for reading! Hope you enjoyed!

what are your guidelines for smut? like boundaries of what you will and won't write. also more generally, are you willing to write any of the characters you listed as trans men?

In all honesty, I’m willing to try anything! If I don’t like something in my inbox, then I just won’t write for it. I don’t kink shame, but I’m also not going to write something I’m not comfortable with, though I might not know yet if I’m comfortable writing for it until I try to first. I guess my big hard no is p3d0 stuff. I won’t write characters as underaged, all characters are 18+ consenting adults. I don’t mind trying new and different things, but I’d want to do research beforehand, as I like to do research on everything I write about.

I may not want to write a specific kink for a specific character if I can’t see it for that character. When writing, I like to do a deep dive into a character study and see if I can visualize that for a specific character. Everything I write is thought through. Like I believe that Aizawa would be a dominant personality in the bedroom bc he’s a leader for his students. He’s a good dom bc he anticipates what the other person needs and wants to push his partner(s) to be their best and reach their limits. I believe Dipper can be dominant bc he’ll do anything if he’s determined enough and he can be a great leader, but I can also see him as a submissive bc he’s still the shy, awkward nerd that he always was. The man is a switch. Bill won’t sub for anyone bc he can’t relinquish control and power. I make these points to say that, if I can see it for a character, I will write it for a character. I hope that makes sense and answers your question 🫶🏻

But if anyone would like to request anything, I’m always open to reading it! I will say, that it may take me a little while to get to a request bc I have a lot of projects in the works, I admittedly am a bit backed up on requests 😅, and I like to dedicate research to a topic I’m not entirely familiar with to do justice to it. But if you can be patient with me, I will do my best to meet your requests! 😁

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fluff - 🪶 

smut - 🗝️

angst - 🐑

dark - 🕰

au - 🧦

blurb (under 500 words) - 🦔

series - 🧺

lea’s favs - ☕️

STEVE HARRINGTON 

daisy 🧺☕️

close your eyes and hold out your hand 🪶 

what happened between us? 🪶

wool 🪶 🐑 

ophiocordyceps unilateralis 🗝️🧦

you said I was your friend 🪶 🐑 🦔

you did not just die again, did you? 🗝️🦔🧦☕️

paint it, yellow 🪶🧦

a bucket of apples 🪶🧦

apple cider 🪶🧦🦔

pumpkin, you need to stop for tonight 🪶

that was… scary 🪶🐑🦔

um, I was on a walk 🪶🧦

my feet feel like cement 🪶🦔

nsfw massage therapist!steve hcs 🗝️🧦

dreamboat 🪶🦔

hot chocolate 🪶🦔

you wanted to play with me 🗝️🦔🧦

snowed in 🗝️

buddy 🪶🦔

stick to the script 🗝️🦔

EDDIE MUNSON

rose 🗝️🧦

every npc wants to bone her 🪶🦔

arcane adoration 🪶🧦

infatuating incantation 🪶🧦

garlic 🪶🦔🧦

you make it sound pretty metal 🪶🦔

try and get some rest 🪶🦔🧦

headache 🪶🦔🧦

who knew someone could be crazier than eddie munson? 🐑🧦

heather 🦔🧦

she’s okay 🐑🦔🧦

turn into a popsicle🪶🦔🧦☕️

pink tulle 🪶🧦🦔

stick and poke 🪶🦔

why do you never have enough sugar?🪶🦔

STEDDIE

tulip 🗝️☕️

nettle 🪶🐑☕️

boo! 🪶☕️

streamers fight 🪶🦔 

angel & devil!steddie au 🧺🕰🧦

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Stranger Things Masterlist

Guide to the stories!

Smut = ❥

Fluff = ✿

Violence = ➼

Characters

Steve Harrington

╰─► First Kiss ❥ (Steve Harrington X bestfriend! Reader)

╰─► The letters ✿

╰─► I promise you ✿(Steve Harrington X Fem! Reader)

╰─► I love you ✿(Steve Harrington x girlfriend! Reader)

╰─► Bratty Much?❥ ✿(Steddie! X girlfriend! Reader)

╰─► Car Trouble ❥(Steve Harrington x Girlfriend! Reader)

╰─► Tricky ❥ (Steve Harrington x Girlfriend! Reader)

╰─► Enough ❥ ✿(Steddie x girlfriend! Reader)

╰─► Hate me ✿ ➼ (Steve Harrington x Fem! Reader)

╰─► Access ✿(Steddie x girlfriend! Reader)

╰─► Look here ❥(Steve Harrington x (Afab) Fem! Reader)

╰─► Ask nicely ✿ (Steddie x girlfriend! Reader)

╰─► Don’t worry ✿(Steddie x little! Reader)

Eddie Munson

╰─► innocent love ❥(Eddie Munson x innocent! Reader

╰─► Bite me ❥ ➼ (Vamp!Eddie X Girlfriend! Reader)

╰─► Munson ✿ (Eddie x Harrington! Reader

╰─► The letters ✿(Eddie Focused)

╰─► The princess and the freak series ✿ ❥ ➼

╰─► New tattoos ✿ (Eddie munson x girlfriend! Reader)

╰─► Sweetheart ✿(Eddie Munson x Girlfriend! Reader.

╰─► Sex on fire ✿(Eddie Munson x girlfriend! Reader)

╰─► I’m your god ✿ ❥( Eddie Munson X girlfriend! Reader)

╰─► Bratty Much? ✿ ❥(Steddie! X girlfriend! Reader)

╰─► Enough ❥ ✿ (Steddie! X girlfriend! Reader)

╰─► Moving on ✿ (Eddie Munson X ex! Girlfriend reader.

╰─► Never leave ✿(Vamp! Eddie x Fem! Reader)

╰─► Little Gremlins ✿(Eddie Munson x girlfriend! Reader)

╰─► Access ✿(Steddie! X girlfriend! Reader)

╰─► Better man ✿ (Eddie Munson x Fem! Reader)

╰─► Bite mark ✿ (Eddie x girlfriend! Reader)

╰─► Ask Nicely ✿(Steddie X Girlfriend! Reader.

╰─► Don’t worry ✿(Steddie x little! Reader)

╰─► Attention ✿(Eddie x girlfriend! Reader)

╰─► If by chance ✿(Eddie X Ex!Girlfriend reader)

Jim Hopper

╰─► Hopper’s Favorite (Hopper x Fem! Reader)

Robbin Buckley

╰─► The letters

╰─► Missed you (Robin Buckley x girlfriend! Reader)

╰─► Robins Ribbon (Robin Buckley x girlfriend! Reader)

Billy Hargrove

╰─► Play along (Billy Hargrove x Fem! Reader)

╰─► Bikes (Biker! Billy X girlfriend! Reader)

╰─► Tired of it ❥(Billy x (afab) Fem! Reader)

Dustin Henderson (aged up)

╰─► To be written

Mike Wheeler (Aged up)

╰─► Little Bunny (Mike Wheeler X age regressed girlfriend!)

╰─► Helper ❥(Mike wheeler X girlfriend! Reader)

Eyes up

Pairings: dom!Eddie Munson x fem!reader

Drabble

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.”

Joseph, Gaten and Joe Keery having the real life dynamic of Eddie, Dustin and Steve is my favorite thing lmao

masterlist

Went ahead and compiled a master list for everyone to find my work a little easier! Hope you enjoy.

Always open to new requests!!

Let me know if you want to be apart of my taglist and stay up to date on my new posts!!

!! - smut 18+

Joe Quinn

Kitchen Dancing

Toddlers and Tiaras

Little Matchmaker

One Lucky Lady

Laundry Day !!

Eddie Munson

Stake My Claim !!

Nice and Easy !!

I had a dream !!

we won't be together but maybe in the next life

Drunk Confessions

I Do It Better !!

Something Sweet !!

Baby Fever

Mark Your Body !!

Distraction !!

Meet The Parents

Bad Liar !! pt 2 !! pt 3 !! pt 4 !! pt 5 !! pt 6 !! pt 7 !!

Take Care of You

Helping Hand !!

I Hate You Sometimes !!

Daddy's Princess !!

Never Had a Chance pt 2 pt 3 pt 4 pt 5 !!

Drive Me Wild !!

Fingers !!

Camping Trip !!

Want Me Back !!

Pretty in Pink !!

Lots to Love !!

Cookin Up Feelings !! pt 2 !!

Give it to Me !!

Scary Movies aren't so Bad !!

Lies on the Pages pt 2

What Happens after a Show !!

The Roommate !!

Claiming Innocence: pt 1 !!

Steve Harrington

Backroom Fun !!

Perfect Timing

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Britt :)

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