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uchihamasacre · 1 month ago

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Kinky Kacchan

“Your going to fuck y/n” Bakugou finally spit out

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It was another night in your boyfriend Bakugous dorm like the times before he was sitting at his desk facing you watching as you pump two fingers in and out of your soaking core, moaning, begging bakugou to touch you

Bakugou had a kink of watching you please yourself, or so you thought that's what it was

Eventually after you couldn't take anymore, begging him to replace your fingers, or a dildo he would. You didn't understand why he liked watching you get yourself off? you'd much rather have his thick fingers gliding between your folds to prep you for his cock

Really the thought of it being his cock instead of the dildo was the only thing getting you off

That's when Bakugou told you the sinister truth behind why he's so into you fucking yourself on a dildo rather than his cock

"Katsuki, you want me to have sex with someone else?" You ask the fiery blonde

"If you'd be down to do that..." he says with a lower voice than you think you've ever heard come from the bakugou katsuki

"Is there someone you had in mind?" You question it seemed he put a lot of thought into this kink of his

"Yeah, but tell me if you don't want to fuck him"

"Him?" He questioned. You were sure he was wanting you to have sex with a girl but then you thought about it he likes when you use a dildo, a flesh colored one, smaller than his own manhood.

"Soooo kacchan what'd ya want to talk to me about?" kaminari said walking into his messy room a bit confused by bakugou's surprise visit

"shut it sparky!" Bakugou shouts

"Your the one who came to my room!" Kaminari shouts back

silence fell after that

"I need to ask you to do something" bakugou then says at was the closest to a whisper kaminari has ever heard from him

"Come on spit it out!" Kaminari couldn't help but say the waiting game wasn't a strong point of his

"you're going to fuck y/n" bakugou finally spit out

All the air in the room seemed to disappear as kaminari's mouth dropped

No way he heard that right

No way

Kaminari pinches his arm, he has to be dreaming

Was this a prank? It has to be he must have lost some kind of bet ..... yeah... yeah! That's it! Denki thought to himself

"dunce face did you hear me dumbass" bakugou asks his nerves kicking in

"uh what" Kaminari mumbles

"Tch. I'm not repeating it" bakugou says

"Ha ha you got me bro!" Kaminari laughs patting Bakugous shoulder

"It's not a joke. Are you going to do it or not idiot"

God

He's serious

"Is y/n okay with this?" Kaminari asks

"Yes"

"who's idea is this?"

he knew he was annoying Bakugou but he has questions this isn't something you get asked everyday, ya know.

"Mine"

"so if it was your idea to have someone have sex.... With your girlfriend..... who's idea was it to pick me to be the one to do it? Y/n?"

Bakugou rolled his eyes , hands stuffed in his pants pockets

"Wrong" Bakugou said annoyed

"Mine"

"Stop with the bullshit questions are you going to do it or not"

"One last question" kami says knowing he has the upper hand right now

A long over exaggerated sigh comes from bakugou

"Why me?" It should've been the first question Denki asked

"I don't see you as competition" bakugou said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world

Damn.

Kaminari already made up his mind he almost messed up and said the comeback he thought to himself

well maybe you should if your girl is down to fuck me!

"Yes" Denki said smugly

Bakugou nodded

"Y/n dorm Friday at 8 pm"

"And wipe that damn smile off your face"

With that bakugou left Denki alone, slamming to door behind him.

Friday came sooner than expected. Kaminari still couldn't wrap his head around what was really going to go down.

Honestly there was things left unanswered.

He slip out of his dorm and down to the showers making sure he was fresh as possible, trimming himself up nicely

As he slipped out of the shower his towel around his hips there was bakugou changing from his gym uniform to take a shower

They made eye contact, he saw bakugou's crimson orbs look his body up and down

Him and the other boy haven't said a word to each other since there chat in his room

He was just going to knock on y/n door and she's going to let him in and there going to have sex and he leaves? Never speaks of it to anyone so he doesn't die.

Something just didn't seem right, like something was left out. Even though Denki felt something was up he made his way to your dorm room.

Knocking around 7:58

The door swings open and

Bakugou?

"Your early idiot"

Denki was confused more than he was use too being but followed the other boy inside anyways

You said on the bed in a big tee shirt of Bakugou's and a pair of soft shorts

"Hi" you give a sheepish smile to Denki

"why are you here?" He asks bakugou

"I'm going to watch dumbass"

Then it all clicked for Denki that was the missing piece to this puzzle Bakugou wanted to watch you get fucked. Denki wasn't opposed to this idea

"Kinky" he says with a smirk at bakugou

Bakugou doesn't say anything taking a seat in the chair that's conveniently places to face the bed

"y/n are you sure you want to do this?" Denki questions you

"Yes" you blink innocently at him

Your hot that's why he agreed to this he couldn't turn down an opportunity to get into your pants

"Bakugou do you have anything to say before ya know" Denki says his confidence building. Bakugou doesn't say any word just glaring at the other blonde

"Okay" denki shrugs, walking over to where you sit "last chance to stop me Bakugou" Denki grins, looking back one last time at him, placing his finger under your chin lifting your face toward him "May I?" He asks

You nod as he places a gentle kiss to your lips, pulling back and lifting his shirt off and onto the floor

You can't help but stare he's smaller than bakugou still muscular but lean. He looked like something out of movie.

Before you could continue to gawk at him his pushes you down onto the best he was gentle with it, something you weren't use too. His lips crashing into yours this was all such a new feelings, he touched different from Bakugou, he kissed different than bakugou.

He bites your lower lip gently you give him access, feeling his hands roam your body, he pinches your nipple a moan falls into Denki's mouth being muffled by his tongue snaking it's way back in for explore once more

Denki flips the position now your sitting in his lap, his hard on pressing against your heat, he lifts the tee shirt that you didn't bother wearing a bra under his thumb glides over your hard bud, lips connecting giving it a small suck, followed by a light nip

His warm tongue pulls a string of gasps from your lips, you almost forget Bakugous in the room, feet away, watching you two

you turn to look at him, he seemed not phased by what was happening, but he was watching every love his eyes not leaving seeing every move of Denki's hands and the way your body reacted to every one of them

You also noticed the large tent in his jeans

"Don't look at him, look at me" Denki coos, grabbing your face and forcing your eyes back on him, his hands squeezing your thighs inching closer to where you wanted him most, giving your thigh a slap

That seemed to bother Bakugou.

"Kaminari" you and Denki both freeze at the rough growling tone in which bakugou said Denki's name

Both your heads slowly turn to him, his veins popping out his arms, neck, even his forehead, his red eyes low

"Your going to have to tie me up"

You and Denki look back at each other, you give him a nod

"There's rope in the bottom drawer" you tell Denki. He quickly gets up giving you a side eye, a small smirk on the corners of his lips as he ties up your boyfriend, the ropes were tight you could see them denting into Bakugou's biceps. Denki tied him around the crest, around the wrist and his ankles. Securing there was no way Bakugou was getting free.

"Alright now where we're we?" Denki grins in a fast swoop he's back under you, his lips sucking on your neck, definitely going to leave a mark

"Don't leave a mark" Bakugou says through his teeth, Denki acts as if he couldn't hear the fuming boy across the room sucking away at your sweet spot making you let out a whine grinding yourself don't on his hard member desperately

"Please" you moan out

"Please what baby girl, use your words, anything you want I'll do it" Denki coos

"Touch me Denki, please " you cry out as his hands made there way back to under your shirt pinching your nipples softly again

with that Denki throws your shirt off, slipping your shorts and panties down too making sure he throws your soaked panties at Bakugou

Bakugou snorted at the action, you didn't dare look over at him, you couldn't

"Can I?" You ask Denki your eyes sweetly begging; fingers gripping his waistband ready to slide them down

"Damn" Denki mutters biting his lip

"Of course you can sweetheart"

With that you quickly and swiftly pulled down his pants along with his boxers his hard dick spring free, red, leaking. Your eyes wide, he wasn't as big as bakugou, but it was pretty, usually cocks look angry to you but, Denki's was a velvety, porn worthy, 7 inches if you had to guess, with a cute single vein on the back side looking at you begging you to lick it

"You should see her face right now" Denki says grinning like a mad man at Bakugou who growls deep from his chest

Denki slaps the side of your ass "go ahead baby girl" You slowly lick the under side feeling that vein against your tongue. Making your way to the tip kissing a string of pre cum attached to your lips as you pulled away making eye contact with Denki as you take him in as far you could go feeling him hit the back of your throat humming a bit

Denki moans , his hands instantly tangling him to your hair as he throws his head back against the pillow, shutting his eyes you could feel yourself grow wetter at the site

And then then you something down right sinful with your tongue, causing Denki to panic feeling his release coming in high, he told himself he wouldn't cum so fast, pulling your mouth off him quickly by your hair

"Shit" he swears breathing ragged. You pout you wasn't done. Denki sits up "lay down" you do as your told your head at end of the bed spreading your legs allowing him to see all of you

"Fuck your so pretty" he says his eyes full of list locked in on the site of your soaking, needy heat

Denki waste no time sitting onto his knees a single finger siding lazily against your folds. He leans forward his tongue licking a you from your core to your click making your eyes roll in the back of just head

"Don't tease her" Bakugou's rough voice lowly says bringing you back to reality

"I'll do what I want to her" Denki bites back at Bakugou, you could feel that devilish grin of his against your cilt, taking you into his mouth sucking you roughly but still gentle enough that it makes your body jolt with pure ecstasy, you feel one finger slip into you with ease as he pumps it a few times before adding another curling them trying to find your sweet spot

A moan mixed with a whimper loudly leaves your lips when he does

"There it is" Denki whispers, sitting back up, you look at him, while he's looking at Bakugou looking like the smug little bastard he is as he continuing his brutal attack on your g spot, your legs try to close around him but he quickly looks back at you, using his other hand and his shoulder to hold your legs open

"She's taking them so well bakugou I think it's time for something bigger wouldn't you agree" he coos on

"Your doing such a good job Princess" Denki praises you. You feel your core heat up with excitement you weren't use to being praised you didn't realize how turned on it made you, bakugou was more into degradation

Bakugou doesn't respond to Denki's attempts to provoke him You could hear Bakugou thrusting around in the chair as he tries break free of the restraints.

Denki pulls his fingers out of you, making you whine at the empty feeling. He roughly flips you over, grabbing your hips and forcing your ass into the air "should I give it to her katsuki" Denki asks again now using Bakugous first name

"Fuck her" He says bluntly

With that you feel Denki rub his cock against your wet folds, teasing

"Where's the condoms" he asks uncertainly in his voice

"Fuck her raw" Bakugou demanded

Denki rubs his head against your entrance, you moan wanting more "please fuck me ChargeBolt"

"Ohhh fucckkkk" Denki moans at the sound of you using his hero name bucking his hips roughly thrusting all of himself inside you

"You're so fucking tight" he moans his pace setting more smoothly, fast but not as rough as your use too.

"Don't you dare cum in her" Bakugou threatens the other blonde. Denki's body falls against yours you could feel him twitching inside you, you knew he wasn't going to last much longer

"I think I will" he smirks lifting his head up enough to look at Bakugou

"Don't" Bakugou snarls, denki keeps thrusting whimpering against your ear his hot breath tingling down your neck

All of sudden Denki's hand grabs your hair forcing your head up and in Bakugou's directly "look him in the eyes while I fuck you, can you do that for me princess?" Denki says sounding hot as he was breathing heavily, a hard slap to your ass

You look into Bakugou's eyes, the frustration, the extremely turned in expression behind his angry eyes, you could see red marks burnt into his skin from his attempts to escape

Denki's hand snakes it's way around you, his fingers finding your clit "so wet" he whispers you moan at the double pleasure, you see sparks, no you feel sparks?

You moans louder, your eyes shutting, you could feel yourself tightening around Denki's cock as he used his quirk lightly against your thighs

“NO” Bakugou rages from Denki using his quirk on you, you could tell it was an accident as you’ve been his classmate and knew he didn’t have a full handle on his quirk yet but damn it felt good, the rush it gave you as it went through your body

Denki ignores Bakugou’s out burst asking “did you like that? I think she liked it” another slap to your thigh small sparks appearing, but this time some came out his other hand that was lazily drawing circles in your clit. This sent you over the edge, you let out a loud moan, a crack in it as tears rolled down your cheeks at the pure bliss you felt. Clenches impossibly tight around Denki making it hard for him to thrust back out locking him into you as you road out your high, that’s when you heard Denki let out the most sinfully euphoric moan, as he released deep inside you, his body giving out on top of yours his head resting on you shoulder hearing him whimper from his climax his breathing uneven and shallow

You could hear Bakugou panting, raging, going absolutely insane knocking the chair over with him still trapped to it. “Untie me!! Now!!!” He shouts

Denki slowly lifting himself up arms shaking, as he rolls off you both breathing like you were starving for air. The sound of Bakugou going feral hazy in your mind

“Do you hear me dunce face !! Untie me!! I’m going to kill you!!”

Denki sat up, “I knew this was going to happen, that you wouldn’t like this Bakugou” slowly helping you roll over into your back, lifting you chin leaning over you giving you a long intense kiss before stepping away to grab his underwear and pants slipping then on jumping over Bakugou’s figure on the floor already one hand got loose reaching for Denki’s ankles missing the other boy as Denki swoops up his shirt not even putting it on

“I’m gonna let you untie him” he exclaims the nervousness in his voice leaving as he looks back over to you

“I’ll do anything to get to have her again”

“Kaminari” Bakugou growls amber radiating from him

“what do you say y/n? I think you’d like for me to fuck your again”

You just lay there breathing, smiling at the two boys in front of you

You hear another rip from the ropes

“That’s my cue!”

And with that Denki left the room.

you open your mouth breathing finally slowly down

“This was what you wanted”

Noticing the large darken spot on his jeans, Bakugou came on himself from seeing you getting fucked by Denki.

#anime #cucking #smut #mha #bakugou x reader #denki kaminari #bakugou katsuki #kaminari x reader #bakugou x reader x kmainari #honestly what more could you ask for?

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vergess · 11 months ago

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Please, please explain how to install and use linux like I'm 5 years old. I'm so sick of windows adding AI and other bullshit to my already struggling elderly laptop but I'm really not good with computers at all so I have no idea where to start with Linux.

Okay, so, I'm going to break this down into steps I would give the average tumblr user first, and then if any of them are confusing or use words you don't understand, ask me and I'll explain that step in greater detail.

Step 0) BACK. UP. YOUR. SHIT.

NEVER EVER EVER CHANGE YOUR OPERATING SYSTEM WITHOUT A COMPLETE BACKUP OF ALL YOUR FILES.

Step 1) Learn your machine. You need to know:

How much RAM you have

If your processor is 32 or 64 bit

How big your hard drive is

On windows, you can find out all of this by going to the start menu, typing "about" and opening the first result on your system instead of the internet.

For additional instructions, visit this page.

Step 2) Pick your Linux.

There's like 10,000 kinds of Linux, each tailored to particular functions that the end-user (that is you!) might want to have. The sheer amount is very daunting, so first I'm going to give my suggestions, then I'll explain how to pick for yourself.

For Mac users, I suggest Kubuntu. For windows users, I suggest Mint Cinnamon. If your laptop is really REALLY old, I recommend Sparky Stable, which is the lightest weight Linux I would ever suggest for a new user. In every case, download the version suited to your processor (32 bit can be labelled "x86" or "32 bit"; 64 bit is always labelled "64 bit").

If you want to try a different type of linux, you'll need to make sure your laptop meets the "minimum specs" or "system requirements." These numbers tell you how much RAM, processor and hard drive space the linux will use. (That's why you needed those numbers at the beginning.)

Step 3) Collect your supplies. You're going to need:

An ISO burning program compatible with your current system, like Balena Etcher.

A copy of the ISO file for the Linux you want to use.

Your laptop.

An 8gb or larger USB flash drive.

Step 3) Make a bootable USB drive

Install Balena Etcher, hitting "okay" and "next" when prompted. Last I checked, Etcher doesn't have adware attached, so you can just hit next every time.

Plug your USB drive into the laptop.

Open Etcher.

Click "flash from file" and open the ISO file with your Linux on it.

Click "Select target" and open the USB drive location. Hit the "flash" button. This will start writing all the linux installer data to your flash drive. Depending on the speed of your machine, this could take as long as 10 minutes, but shouldn't be much longer.

Step 4) Boot to the USB drive

This is, in my opinion, the trickiest step for a lot of people who don't do "computer stuff." Fortunately, in a rare act of good will, Windows 10 made this process a lot easier.

All you'll need to do is go to settings, then recovery, then advanced startup and pick the button labelled "use a device."

This tutorial has images showing where each of those is located. It's considered an "advanced setting" so you may get a spooky popup warning you that you could "harm your system by making changes" but we're not doing anything potentially harmful so you can ignore that if you get it.

Step 5) Try out linux on the flash drive first.

Linux installs using a cool little test version of itself that you can play around in. You won't be able to make changes or save settings, but you can explore a bit and see if the interface is to your liking. If it's hideous or hard to navigate, simply pick a new linux version to download, and repeat the "make a bootable USB" step for it.

Step 6) Actually install that sucker

This step varies from version to version, but the first part should be the same across the board: on the desktop, there should be a shortcut that says something like "install now." Double click it.

Follow the instructions your specific linux version gives you. When in doubt, pick the default, with one exception:

If it asks you to encrypt your drive say no. That's a more advanced feature that can really fuck your shit up down the road if you don't know how to handle it.

At some point you're going to get a scary looking warning that says 1 of 2 things. Either:

Install Linux alongside Windows, or

Format harddrive to delete all data

That first option will let you do what is called "dual booting." From then on, your computer will ask every time you turn it on whether you want Windows or Linux.

The second option will nuke Windows from orbit, leaving only linux behind.

The install process is slower the larger your chosen version is, but I've never seen it take more than half an hour. During that time, most linux versions will have a little slideshow of the features and layout of common settings that you can read or ignore as you prefer.

Step 7) Boot to your sexy new Linux device.

If you're dual booting, use the arrow keys and enter key to select your linux version from the new boot menu, called GRUB.

If you've only got linux, turn the computer on as normal and linux will boot up immediately.

Bonus Step: Copy Pasting some code

In your new start menu, look for an application called "terminal" or "terminal emulator." Open that up, and you will be presented with an intense looking (but actually very harmless) text command area.

Now, open up your web browser (firefox comes pre-installed on most!), and search the phrase "what to do after installing [linux version you picked]"

You're looking for a website called "It's FOSS." Here's a link to their page on Mint. This site has lots and lots of snippets of little text commands you can experiment with to learn how that functionality works!

Or, if you don't want to fuck with the terminal at all (fair enough!) then instead of "terminal" look for something called "software manager."

This is sort of like an app store for linux; you can install all kinds of programs directly from there without needing to go to the website of the program itself!

#Asks #Answered asks #octopusdreamsofaquaticsheep

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sulfurpitsparky · 2 months ago

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Shooting out Fear and Hunger Termina shipnames with 0 explanation

O'saa x Abella - Sunburn Samarie X Marina - Twilight Olivia x Samarie - Rosethorn Marina x Levi - Dark Ocean Pocketcat x Perkele - MLMscorched or Yaoiscorched

#fear and hunger #fear and hunger termina #sparky's bullshit #f&h daan #f&h abella #f&h o'saa #f&h olivia #f&h marcoh #f&h levi #f&h marina #f&h samarie #f&h pocketcat #f&h perkele

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xxx-sparkydemon-xxx · 8 months ago

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Bitches will treat fat people simply existing as a fucking public health crisis but god forbid you ask them to wear a mask so Immunocompromised Ivan doesn't get permanently fucked over by long covid.

#fatphobia #ableism tw #rant #sparky's bullshit #covid

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zuzu-tries-to-write · 2 months ago

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Falling for the Act (Part 2)

Part 1 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6

Pairing: Bakugo katsuki X Reader

Genre: Enemies to Lovers, Fake Dating, Slow Burn, Romance

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Part 2: First Public Display of Affection

It didn’t take long for the news to spread.

“Wait, you’re dating Bakugo?” Mina gasped, her eyes wide with disbelief. She nearly choked on her juice box, while Uraraka and Kaminari gawked at you like you’d just announced you were moving to Mars.

You shrugged, keeping your expression as neutral as possible. “Yeah.”

“Bullshit,” Kaminari blurted, pointing an accusing finger at you. “You guys hate each other! There’s no way—”

Before he could finish, a heavy arm slung around your shoulders, pulling you against a firm, muscular frame.

“Oi, you got a problem, Sparky?” Bakugo’s gruff voice rumbled beside your ear. You could feel the heat radiating off of him, his hand gripping your shoulder just a little too tightly.

Your heart nearly leaped out of your chest.

Damn it. You weren’t used to this yet.

Kaminari paled. “N-No, man, just… surprised, y’know?”

Bakugo scoffed, shifting slightly so that his face was right next to yours. You could see his cocky smirk out of the corner of your eye. “Yeah, well, deal with it.”

You forced yourself to relax against him, leaning into the touch. “We were just keeping it lowkey,” you added, making sure your voice sounded casual. “But yeah. We’re together.”

Silence.

And then—

“Holy shit,” Mina whispered. “I never saw this coming.”

“Yeah,” Kirishima chimed in, rubbing the back of his head. “No offense, dude, but, uh… when did this happen?”

Bakugo tightened his grip on you. “None of your damn business.”

Uraraka and Mina exchanged a glance before a devilish grin spread across their faces. “Okay, if you guys are really dating,” Mina teased, wiggling her eyebrows, “then prove it.”

You blinked. “What?”

“Ohhh,” Kaminari smirked. “Yeah, if you’re so in love, let’s see a little PDA.”

You stiffened. This wasn’t part of the plan. Holding hands? Easy. Acting like you tolerated each other? Manageable. But kissing Bakugo?

You turned your head slightly, locking eyes with him.

Bakugo smirked, leaning down until his lips were just inches from yours. “What’s wrong, princess? Getting cold feet?”

You clenched your jaw, refusing to back down. If you hesitated, they’d get suspicious. If you refused, they’d know something was up.

Screw it.

Before you could overthink it, you grabbed the collar of his shirt and pulled him down, pressing your lips against his.

The world around you blurred into nothing.

Bakugo went stiff for half a second—like he hadn’t expected you to actually do it—but then, to your absolute shock, he moved. His hand slid from your shoulder to the back of your neck, fingers curling into your hair as he deepened the kiss. His lips were warm, rough yet demanding, and he tasted faintly like cinnamon and smoke.

Your pulse skyrocketed.

This was supposed to be fake.

So why did it feel so real?

The sound of exaggerated gagging broke you both out of the moment. You pulled away, breathless, only to find Kaminari pretending to vomit while Mina squealed excitedly.

“Okay, okay, damn,” Kirishima laughed. “Guess you guys are legit after all.”

Bakugo rolled his eyes, but his hand remained on your waist, fingers digging into your side. “Took you dumbasses long enough to figure it out.”

You forced a smirk, but your stomach was doing flips. You could still feel the ghost of his lips on yours.

This was just an act.

So why was your heart beating so damn fast?

To be continued…

#bakugou katsuki #bakugou x reader #bnha bakugo katsuki #bnha bakugou #bnha x reader #bnha #bnha x you #katsuki bakugo mha #katsuki bakugo x reader #mha bakugou #mha x y/n #mha x you #mha fanfiction #mha #mha x reader #mha fluff #bakugou x you #bakugou x y/n #bakugo katuski

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asukaindetroit · 2 months ago

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DBH Prompt 002: MacGyver-for-Androids Reed

I fully am onboard with Reed & Kamski as brothers/half-brothers. So, in that light, imagine a world where Reed grew up with this engineering genius dude sharing a room with him. He'd spend years absorbing by proximity all these android tech tips and tricks, and can't be arsed to pay attention to the fancy engineer terms for anything, but he's got a screwy behind-the-scenes take on how android bits work and don't work 'cause he watched all of Eli's engineering failures on the way to success. In this world, Elijah is the industrial engineer who spends countless hours creating elegant manufacturing designs, writing the book from scratch on how androids are Meant to Work(TM) …and Gavin is the plucky grease monkey visual learner who can't name a single part on the diagram, but knows in great detail that if you take this bit here, bang on it three times, and weld it to that other slot upside-down, it'll do the job in a pinch. So, if your android victim is gushing pints of thirium all over the floor, Gavin can somehow manage to grab three paperclips from the desk and the wad of nicotine gum he was chewing, then use the charge from the synthskin compiler to solder some random thirium line shut and reroute the spillage to a side valve that [[insert some bullshit engineering here, they don't say how androids work]]. And voila! Victim is stabilized long enough for formal repairs even though he's being held together with gum and paperclips, Connor and/or Nines and/or an array of PC200/PM700s/android techs are Traumatized for Life(more unnecessary trademarking) by the engineering atrocities they just witnessed, and Gavin is going, "Phcking what!? I just put the doodad in the thingamabob with the sparky bits to make the blue goo stop gooping; you're phcking welcome." Could easily be gen, but honestly this would be hilarious as a Convin or Reed900 so they can tease him mercilessly about "make it stop gooping" every time they get a scrape.

#dbh prompts #detroit become human #dbh #dbh gavin #gavin reed #reed900 #reed800 #convin #connor rk800 #nines rk900

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tinyluvs · 1 month ago

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⁺‧₊˚ fifteen minutes 𖤐 alpha&ifrit ˚₊‧⁺

❥ summary; ifrit makes a claim, alpha challenges him about it ❥ warnings; blow job, anal sex, tail play, alpha is a meanie /pos ❥ author notes; alexa, play 15 minutes by sabrina carpenter x ❥ wc; 6k ₊˚⊹♡⁺‧₊˚𖤐 read on ao3; ˗ˏˋ ꒰꒰ here !! ꒱꒱ ˎˊ˗ 𖤐˚₊.⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚

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“i can do a lot with fifteen minutes,”

alpha scoffs when the words pass ifrit’s lips, the way he says it annoys him. ifrit’s overly confident, head tilted back and his chin held high as he makes a claim that is, quite frankly, absurd, in alpha’s opinion, “you couldn't punch your way out of a wet paper bag in fifteen minutes sparky,” he grunts, leaning back in his chair

luckily there’s no one else in the den, just the two of them to hear the stupid nickname alpha has been calling ifrit, since forever. the television drones on in the background, whatever film they had put on, after an hour of disagreements no doubt, has gone forgotten about

“i could,” ifrit frowns from his spot on the couch, the furniture positioned in a way so that alpha is almost directly across from him, arms crossed, thighs spread and frowning right back at him. so, though he doesn’t know why, ifrit doubles down, “i can do a whole lot with fifteen minutes, actually,”

even though he’s doubling down, the confidence in his tone has wavered and of course, alpha has noticed, a small smirk tugs at the corner of his lips, “oh yeah?,” he asks, cocking his head to the side by an inch

unfortunately for ifrit, he won’t realise the way alpha is goading him, pulling him into a trap until it’s too late and of course, alpha knows that too. it’s a regular cat and mouse game they play, alpha setting the trap and practically dragging ifrit by the scruff of his neck into it and poor ifrit is always too stupid to realise it, every single time

“uh huh,” ifrit lilts, a nod pulling at his head even though alpha still looks thoroughly unconvinced but then again, maybe that’s just his face, the thought makes ifrit want to laugh but he refrains. instead he leans forward a little and hums, “would only take me two to make you finish,”

in hindsight, ifrit should've known what was coming next from the way alpha didn’t even have the decency to laugh in his face. the older fire ghoul stays eerily silent, his head cocked to the side, his tongue dragging over his bottom lip, light reflecting off his piercing, and after too many seconds of silence,

“come on then,”

if ifrit wants to make such a bold claim he better be ready to put his money where his mouth is and alpha can think of at least three places ifrit’s mouth could be right now, instead of running a never ending stream of bullshit

the enjoyment alpha gets out of watching ifrit’s jaw drop and the way his hands clench next to his thighs is borderline sick but ifrit recovers too quickly for him to properly enjoy it, “i didn’t say i wanted to,” ifrit huffs, rolling his eyes

it’s a bold face lie and they both know it. ifrit is turned on just from the thought of it, his cock threatening to kick and harden, tent up in his pants until he can’t hide it from alpha and alpha can smell it all over him, knowing all to well if he were to reach into ifrit’s boxers, the younger fire ghoul would leak straight into his palm

“fine,” alpha barks, settling further back into the ugly plush armchair he’s claimed as his own. he averts his attention back towards the television and ifrit thinks it’s over and done with but ifrit is also a little stupid, “never took you for a liar, sparky”

if there’s one thing about alpha it’s that he has to have the last word, never willing to be outdone in any argument or fight and it drives ifrit crazy, mostly because he has never managed to come up with anything witty to say in response to alpha’s comments, nothing that doesn’t sound utterly pathetic anyway

ifrit growls, as he always does when alpha strikes low and as always, alpha growls back, louder but it's playful, teasing, goading with a flash of his fangs, sharp and dangerous. ifrit wants to punch alpha in his stupid face and perfect fangs

“i am not a liar,” ifrit hisses and shoots up from his spot on the couch, his fists balled up at his sides. he springs up from the couch at such speed, he ends up halfway across the room, much closer to alpha than he planned to be but incidentally, he’s exactly where alpha wants him to be

alpha whistles low, rakes his eyes up and down ifrit’s body, almost trembling with annoyance, before he drums his fingers against his biceps, “yeah you are,” he comments and leans forwards, until his elbows are pressing to his knees, “otherwise, you’d prove it,”

the way alpha says it, low, grumbled and indignant, lights a fire inside of ifrit and before he can think better of it, he falls head first into alpha’s trap. ifrit pounces and closes the distance between them, landing right in alpha’s lap, his hands scrambling to grip at the neckline of alpha’s shirt, or maybe just his neck, ifrit isn’t sure

“shut up,” ifrit grunts and before alpha can open his mouth, barely managing to smirk, ifrit crashes their mouths together. a harsh press that is made all too obvious by the way their fangs collide while ifrit tries, and fails, to establish dominance over the situation

fierce claws rake down ifrit’s thighs, shoved in tight between alpha’s waist and the arms of the chair, and ifrit doesn’t have to look to know alpha’s shredded thin lines down his pants, he can feel the tips of his claws pricking at his skin and it makes him gasp, his entire body jerking

this opens alpha’s gateway into being in control, less of a fight for it and more of alpha just taking it like candy from a baby. as ifrit’s lips part alpha’s tongue slips straight past, pressing hot and wet against ifrit’s own. the piercings sat in the center of both of their tongues catch briefly and of course, alpha comes out on top when ifrit yelps at the pull, muffled by their mouths smushed together

they part briefly, their mouths inches apart while they paw at each other. ifrit yanks alpha’s shirt hard enough for the bigger ghoul to get the message. alpha sits forward just long enough for ifrit to undress him while simultaneously reaching back to pull his own off too, throwing the offending items into a pile on the floor to be forgotten about

ifrit’s hands pull downwards, away from alpha’s neck and down his bare chest as his hips cant forwards, dragging his ass over alpha’s crotch where he can feel his cock kicking to life underneath him, matching his own as it fills out fully in his pants

“rules,” alpha grunts, barely pulling away from the kiss long enough to huff the word before he’s back, biting harshly at ifrit’s lips. there’s nothing gentle in the way alpha does anything, it’s always rough, overwhelming, the good type of painful and ifrit, shamefully, can’t get enough

they’re both fire ghouls, one of the same, made from the same mold and yet, somehow, alpha makes ifrit feel hotter than he could ever imagine being possible. it’s all consuming in the way the surface of ifrit’s skin tingles, a sweat taking over his body as alpha’s hands wander

he can’t help but lose himself in it for a minute, his head tilts back, kiss broken and forgotten about as ifrit feels the path alpha’s large heated hands are taking over his body. they squeeze hard at his thighs, his hips and then his waist, all in quick succession before sliding around to the base of his spine

alpha lets ifrit’s tail harass and coil around his wrist, intertwining with his fingers, because like everything up until this point, it’s all part of his plan. as is his next move. alpha lulls ifrit into a false sense of security, letting the younger ghoul relax into his touch and then, he tugs hard, pulling harshly at ifrit’s tail

“fuck,” ifrit growls as he’s forced back into the reality of the situation. he thumps his hands against alpha’s shoulders, shoving him against the back of the chair, “asshole,” he hisses through gritted teeth, scowling down at the larger ghoul, who’s smirking, underneath him

“rules,” alpha repeats, ignoring what ifrit said, knowing it annoys him endlessly, “you have fifteen minutes, make me cum, sparky,” alpha drawls, darting upwards to bite at ifrit’s neck, not hard enough to do damage but enough to further annoy him

ifrit is about to scramble off of him, sink low between his thigh thicks and get him off, get it over and done with and then get the hell out of dodge but alpha grabs at his waist, halting his movements so he can snarl against ifrit’s jaw, “if you don’t, and you won’t, i get to have my way with you,”

his tone is low, dark, threatening and it zaps up ifrit’s spine like electricity, jolting his body like he’s been shocked, “i will,” ifrit snaps, his teeth and fangs clashing together a hairline away from alpha’s earlobe

“get on with it then,” alpha grunts and forces his hips up, rutting the obvious bulge in his pants against ifrit’s ass before he shoves hard at ifrit, almost pushing him straight off of the chair all together. every single action he makes is meant to annoy ifrit more and judging by the way the vein in ifrit’s neck strains, it’s working

briefly ifrit thinks that he could, should, leave, get up and leave alpha there, hard and leaking into his pants with only his own fist to get himself off but the thought dissipates fast as ifrit slips from the chair and settles on his knees between alpha’s thick thighs, sealing his fate

alpha gets comfortable, arms crossed over his chest as he leans back into his chair. he rolls his hips up and the tent in his pants sways, to and fro, right in front of ifrit’s face, “get on with it,” alpha repeats, feigning boredom the longer ifrit takes to move

ifrit wants to bark at him but he just can’t, he’s too busy darting his tongue across his bottom lip, his mouth starting to water just thinking about tasting alpha. he reaches up, curls his fingers underneath the waistband of alpha’s pants and pulls hard, yanking them down to his knees

the movement is rushed and clumsy, leaving alpha to hiss embarrassingly loud as his cock catches on the edge of his pants before springing free, slapping his belly and smearing pre over the dusted line of hairs that start underneath his navel and travel further downwards

though both ghouls are similar, everything that ifrit is, alpha is more. taller, thicker, broader, and his cock is no different. ifrit can’t help but lick his lips as his gaze settles on alpha’s fat tip, shiny with slick and throbbing gently in time with a vein that runs down the length of him

at risk of being told to get on with it again, ifrit closes in. he pushes up onto his knees, settles his hands on alpha’s bare thighs, just above his knees, and is about to swoop low, bring his mouth to alpha’s cock but, alpha stops him

“wait,” he grumbles as he slides his hand into ifrit’s hair, gripping too hard to stop the ghoul in his tracks. ifrit yelps, the harsh tug close to the roots of his hair brings tears to his eyes but alpha just rolls his eyes at him, his free hand shooting out to grab his phone from the arm of the chair

ifrit flicks his tongue out, managing to lick across alpha’s slit quickly. he earns himself another tug at his hair but he doesn’t miss the way alpha’s stomach clenches and his cock kicks, it’s a small victory for ifrit but it’s incredibly short lived as alpha turns his phone and blinds him with the brightness of it

a timer has already started counting down from fifteen minutes, an unfair but calculated move on alpha’s part. ifrit growls and reaches up, shoving alpha’s hand away from his head and then he doesn’t waste another second

usually ifrit would take his time. he’d swirl his tongue around the tip of alpha’s cock, suck it between his lips until alpha was grunting and then kiss down the underside until he’s mouthing at his balls but, he simply doesn’t have time to do that right now, so, he swallows alpha whole, from tip to root in one movement

“fuck frit,” alpha rasps as his cock hits the back of ifrit’s throat. his hand flies back to its spot in ifrit’s hair but he doesn’t tug as he did before, instead he cards his fingers through ifrit’s hair lightly. his head tilts back when ifrit hums in response around him, sending vibrations straight down his cock

it comes as a surprise to both of them that ifrit could even take alpha in one go, his cock is thick, intrusive in the way it stretches ifrit’s lips so wide that the threat of the corners splitting a little looms over his head like a dark cloud. that combined with the rumbled gag that works its way through his throat, ifrit decides to back off a little, give himself a second to breathe

he doesn’t stop completely though, he’s on a mission and every second is crucial. his mind wanders with his plan of attack and he can’t help but smirk, as he bobs his head over alpha’s tip, with the feeling that he has this in the bag, this is his time to win

“fuck you smirkin’ for?,” alpha asks, rolling his hips up and using the hand in ifrit’s hair to tilt the younger ghouls head back a little. alpha glares down at him, deep red, almost burgundy, eyes burning into ifrit’s brighter orange ones

ifrit pulls all the way off of alpha’s cock, using his tongue to push the pool of spit and pre out past his lips, letting it drip and run down alpha’s length, “think ‘m gonna win,” ifrit states quickly before chasing the mess he’s made with his tongue

once again ifrit’s words make alpha scoff, partially, as it gets cut short by a moan vibrating out of his throat as ifrit starts to suck him back into his mouth, “like hell you are,” he objects, watching the way ifrit’s shoulders rise and fall in a shrug

they reach an impasse where ifrit’s response isn’t good enough for alpha, he’s still too confident, too sure of himself and alpha just has to knock it. he taps his phone, delighted to see the timer going down, “three minutes in, thought you said you could make me finish in two,” he points out, slow and overly annoying

it has its desired effect though because ifrit falters, his mouth coming to stop over alpha’s cock briefly while he realises, rather suddenly, that this might be harder than he anticipated. alpha can, and will, last for hours, ifrit has experienced it firsthand, many, many times

ifrit makes a split second decision, knowing he needs to double his efforts if he really wants to win this stupid bet. he quickly shoves his pants and boxers down his thighs, enough to expose his ass and his wet little hole

alpha watches, his jaw slowly dropping, as ifrit pulls off of him completely. ifrit’s tail swishes before bending in half and disappearing out of alpha’s sight. the spade hovers just above ifrit’s balls and there’s a gentle slick sound as it inches higher, teasing around his dripping rim just enough to get itself wet

“eleven minutes,” alpha says, trying to sound as uninterested as he can but he struggles, what he’s watching is incredibly alluring, even he can’t deny that. ifrit gently starts to stroke over his cock, just a little too loosely while he concentrates on easing his tail past his tight rim

“o-oh fuck,” ifrit moans, loud and unabashedly as his tail slips in, immediately pulling out only to push straight back in. normally ifrit would work himself open slowly and intimately but for now, this will have to do, he can manage it

suddenly, ifrit’s hand speeds up over alpha’s cock, forcing a low grunt from the bigger fire ghoul as his cock pulses, spitting pre over ifrit’s fingers. ifrit’s strokes fall in time with his tail plunging in and out of his hole leaving a double set of rhythmic wet sounds to echo around the room

a stream of moans tumble past alpha’s lips as his head tips back onto the back cushion of the chair. his fingers tighten a little in ifrit’s hair and his hips start to buck up unevenly, the smug feeling settles back into ifrit’s chest

the flat spade of ifrit’s tail starts to rub over his prostate, burying itself deep in his frantic attempt to work himself open just enough for what he wants to do next. it doesn't take long, ifrit doesn't allow it to and while alpha is lost in his pleasure for a moment, not paying nearly enough attention to ifrit, the younger ghoul quickly pulls off of him

“ifrit,” alpha growls, his head snapping down, chin to his chest as all the stimulation to his cock ceases. he tries to grab at ifrit, his claws scraping over ifrit’s wrists, a futile attempt to get his hands back on him but ifrit moves just a little bit too fast

“shut up,” ifrit growls back, eyes flickering to the red lines raked over his wrists. he surges upwards, clambering back into alpha’s lap while kicking his pants down and off of his ankles, “just shut up,” ifrit repeats, a strong scowl over his face

alpha, for maybe the first time in his life, listens to someone else. he stays quiet and watches as ifrit’s tail pulls out of him and returns to swishing through the air behind him. this time though, there’s drips of slick being flicked across the rug, alpha can’t contain his moan over it

neither of the ghouls can contain their grunts when ifrit sinks down onto alpha’s cock, all of a sudden and straight to the base. alpha starts to worry ifrit might win this when his stomach tenses horribly, the low burning feeling starting to intensify while ifrit clenches hot, wet and tight around him

unbeknownst to alpha, alarm bells are ringing in ifrit’s head too. his teeth grind as alpha’s cock stretches his hole much wider than he was prepared for, a burn that he’ll be feeling for a while but it’s worth it to knock alpha’s ego, like he’s been wanting to do since he met him

“are you going to move or not,” alpha huffs, his fingers pinching at ifrit’s waist hard enough to at least leave a mark of scattered purple bruises that’ll be reminding ifrit of this for days to come

ifrit snaps his fangs at the pinch and plants his hands against alpha’s stomach, either side of where his cock is wagging and smearing pre over alpha’s happy trail, “yes,” he grits, giving an experimental roll of his hips, “give me a minute,”

alpha smirks something filthy, his eyes drifting over to his phone that’s balancing haphazardly on the arm of the chair, “you only have eight left, sparky,”

he’s insufferable, ifrit decides as he starts to lift his hips out of pure spite. alpha’s cock drags inside of him just right, the veins that scatter up alpha’s thick length throb against him enough to make both of their breaths catch in their throats

when ifrit starts to bounce moments later, he does it with earnest, setting a brutal pace that make his thighs burn as his fucks himself down onto alpha repeatedly. ifrit’s cock bounces too, slapping against alpha’s stomach in time with the clap of skin between their thighs

an epiphany hits alpha out of nowhere as he stares down at ifrit’s stiff cock. he never said he was going to play this game fairly, that wasn’t part of the rules. it’s cruel but he can’t help himself as he thinks ifrit could use a hand, he looks awfully hard and he’s far too busy using his hands for leverage to keep the brutal pace he’s set

“pretty cock,” alpha purrs seductively as he walks his fingers over ifrit’s hip, elated in the way ifrit hisses at the claws pricking over his skin. ifrit’s hips stutter, bucking forwards and accidentally grinding alpha’s cock right against his prostate

“a-alpha don’t,” ifrit partially begs, his gaze trailing after alpha’s hand that’s inching ever closer to his twitching cock, and oh…

that, lights a fire inside of alpha. he grins, his tongue trapped between his teeth, piercing knocking against enamel. his hands ghost up the length of ifrit’s cock, barely touching him but ifrit loses the fight with the small mewl erupting its way out of his mouth

all the smugness and hope ifrit previously had about winning, he doesn’t have anymore, it drains away from his body with an abrupt wail when alpha flicks the head of his cock before skirting his fist downwards, from tip to root

“f-fuck, oh my-,” ifrit shudders, his body getting stuck between trying to fuck down onto alpha’s length and trying to push his cock upwards through alpha’s tight clutch. ifrit’s cock is dripping a steady stream of pre that coats alpha’s fingers every time they slide over his slit, every stroke making his cock pulse and force more to bubble out of his tip

there’s no doubt in alpha’s mind that he’s going to win this thing when his phone illuminates and the timer has dropped to four minutes. he can hold out for four more minutes easily, ifrit though, he doesn’t have a hope in hell

ifrit looks nothing short of a state. his body is covered in little pink and purple marks and scratches, his hot cock is sliding wetly through alpha’s fist ruthlessly and his taut hole gets, somehow, tighter with every clench around alpha’s cock, his tip ramming and nailing against ifrit’s prostate on every single thrust

“you’re going to spill,” alpha lilts a mean sing song as he catches on to all the signs that he knows, for a fact, mean ifrit’s getting close. he’s had enough time since ifrit got summoned to figure them all out. ifrit really can’t fool him, alpha can see right through him

“no, i’m no-fuh, not,” ifrit pants like a dog while he tries to convince alpha, or himself, he’s not sure, that he’s not. his eyes pinch shut and his head tilts back, further proving alpha’s point

a low hum rumbles through alpha’s chest, sounding too thoughtful to be sincere, “so, it won’t matter if i do this then,” he says and without giving ifrit a single second to figure out what he means, alpha bucks his hips and starts to drill up into ifrit

between that and alpha’s hand flying over his cock ifrit can only choke out a wet sob as pleasure courses through his body. heat licks at his nerve endings as alpha uses him for all he’s worth, knowing all the little things that drive ifrit even closer to his impending orgasm

“only two minutes left, princess,” alpha grunts, his voice starting to sound scratchy and rough, one of his telltale signs that he’s getting close and it’s no wonder when ifrit is clamping down around him like a dripping wet vice

“al-shit, alpha,” ifrit wails and drags the word out, his body starting to sag and sway. his thighs burn, muscles almost vibrating under the surface of his skin. his balls start to draw up and with that, he’s on the edge and he knows it, there’s nothing he can do to help himself now

a minute and a half left and alpha knows he’s got this in the bag, “it’s okay, give in to it,” he coos insincerely, squeezing hard at ifrit’s waist and lightly at his cock, “squirt for me, sparky,” he continues to coo, his eyebrows raising slowly as ifrit’s jaw starts to drop

ifrit reaches his breaking point immediately when alpha rubs the pad of this thumb over his slit, pressing down against wet sensitive skin to slide back and forth. ifrit didn’t really stand a chance. he’s reduced to just sounds and sobs, words utterly useless to him as his orgasm rips through his body

his cock jerks in alpha’s palm, the whole length tensing simultaneously with ifrit yelping through clenched teeth, his jaw grinding together so hard it pops audibly

thick ropes of cum splash up alpha’s chest, making the bigger ghoul jerk involuntarily with each hot spurt, “fucking hell frit,” alpha grunts, veins in his neck straining because of how tight ifrit is squeezing around his cock

the hand alpha has around ifrit’s cock slows to a stop but the hand he has clinging to ifrit’s waist pulls, rolling ifrit over his own cock, “told you i’d win,” alpha lulls, smirking lazily

the post orgasm haze sets in heavily in ifrit’s mind but alpha’s words pierce through the fog like a knife and ifrit whines, “n-no, i, oh fuh-h, i can do it,” he hiccups through his words and tries to move up alpha’s cock, immediately regretting it when his entire body goes stiff with sensitivity

before alpha can tease that he can’t, fully prepared to shatter ifrit’s hope, his phone does it for him. a sharp, loud tone shrills from alpha’s phone and a cold sweat zaps down ifrit’s spine with the realisation, he’s lost. alpha has the opposite reaction, his cock kicking with excitement

“oh sweetheart, times up,” alpha jeers, clicking his tongue to the roof of his mouth as he silences his phone. his tone is dark, sinister and bordering on threatening, ifrit hates it and loves it all at the same time, “what happens now?” he asks, smoothing a hand over ifrit’s thigh, the other gripping tight at his jaw

ifrit whines, high and caught in the back of his throat as he leans into alpha’s hold. he knows what alpha wants and he knows better than to try and dodge the question, “you get t’have your way with me,” ifrit relays alpha’s rules with a slight garble

“fuck yeah i do,” alpha growls, wasting no time in just taking what he wants, ifrit’s had his fun, he gets to have his now. thankfully, ifrit is soft, loose limbed and overly pliant, perfect for alpha to manhandle him into the position he wants him in

there’s a flurry of movements, none of which ifrit can keep up with. one second he was sat in alpha’s lap, the next alpha was standing with an arm wrapped around his waist and the next, he was kneeling on the plush arm chair, his arms draped over the back while alpha stands behind him, looming in his peripheral vision

quickly, ifrit’s tail flicks out and for a second time alpha lets it coil around his hand and twist up his wrist and like the first time, he yanks hard, pulling ifrit back and impaling him back onto his throbbing cock

ifrit howls, his back arching with it at the same time his hands scrabble for purchase against the fabric of the chair, the overwhelming urge to sink into something, to ground himself, washes over him like a wave. someone will ask about the slight slices in the fabric at a later date and they’ll both feign innocence

“so fuckin’ tight,” alpha grunts, genuinely curious as to how he’s so tight when ifrit has been sat on his cock for long enough to get him loose but he’s not going to complain, especially not when ifrit clenches over the statement, getting even tighter

alpha sets a pace only he could keep up with, a shocking slap of skin on skin between their bodies and a dull thud where his heavy balls thump against ifrit’s, still tight and drawn up. he’s just proving a point, albeit he won’t last long doing it, not with ifrit lazily pressing back to meet his thrusts in the middle but it’ll be worth it. it already has been, he’s already won

a large hot hand snakes up ifrit’s sweaty spine, all the way up and around to the front of his neck, squeezing tight enough for alpha to pull him back to his chest, pressing their bodies close. ifrit’s hands reach back blindly, claws catching alpha’s flank in a desperate bid to just, feel

“gonna make me fuckin’ cum,” alpha grunts into ifrit’s ear with a heated breath and quiet pant, absurdly desperate for it in a way he didn’t even know he could be. his hand tightens around ifrit’s throat, feeling the rumble of whines and moans before they spill past ifrit’s lips

“please, i’m gonna, please,” ifrit babbles incoherently, leaving alpha confused for a half second before he catches on to where ifrit’s free hand is wrapped around his half limp cock, stilled because the force of alpha’s thrusts do all the work for him, typical fucking ifrit

alpha hangs his head, eyes falling onto the milky white ring around the base of his cock and something in his stomach winds tight, too tight, “lucifer,” alpha pants, willing himself to look away quickly before he spills, “f-fucking creamin’, you’re a mess, sparky,” he rasps, his voice scratching a little half way through his favourite nickname for ifrit

“make it worse,”

ifrit’s demand irritates alpha, never one to be told what to do but he’s so close, too close, that he doesn’t think he could hold off any longer just to prove a point, just to growl and huff for ifrit to be quiet, to ask him who he thinks he is trying to dictate the situation when alpha is the one in control here, he’s always in control

a tilt of his hips and a repeated nailing against ifrit’s prostate seems to shut him up though. well, his words at least, a cascade of pathetic little whimpers and whines still surge from his mouth, strained sounds every time alpha bullies his cock just a bit deeper inside of him

“f-uck,” ifrit hiccups as alpha rubs at his slit. he couldn’t pinpoint the exact moment his hand got slapped away from his cock and replaced with alpha’s but he knows it does because alpha’s hand feels different. bigger and warmer, littered with callouses that ifrit could map out in his sleep

two more thrusts and on the third, alpha fucks into ifrit just right and hits home, putting both of them dangerously on the edge. a growl leaves their throats simultaneously, alpha’s low and rumbling like thunder, shaking the window panes in their frames. ifrit’s is louder, higher pitched, shivering up out of his body but they both sound desperate and frantic

“spill sparky, i know you wanna,” alpha rumbles, his hips starting to jerk in sporadic thrusts. he point blank refuses to be the one to cum first and he knows he can get ifrit there before he does, if he just, “give it to me ‘frit”

he’s not asking, he’s telling, with accentuated short thrusts that drive his point home and ifrit is too far gone to protest. he wails as he spills over alpha’s fist in short little squirts, overstimulation taking over his body while his cock pulses in time with his heart hammering in his chest

ifrit whimpers, his body trembling as he slumps back into alpha’s chest. his hips slam back, burying alpha to the hilt inside of him, “fuck, oh fuck,” alpha shouts, his head tipping back while ifrit clamps down around him like a hot vice

the second ifrit had shot his first load over alpha’s chest, alpha knew he was going to get him back, the sweetest form of revenge, his favourite

his hand pushes on ifrit’s back, shoving him forwards and against the back of the chair. then, he winds his fingers into ifrit’s hair, pressing on his head to keep him still as ifrit pants, his cheek smushed into the cushion

alpha hisses as he pulls out of ifrit too fast, leaving the younger ghoul gaping around nothing. ifrit’s suddenly too empty and it makes him whine, “n-no, in alph’, in,” ifrit begs, though he makes no attempt to move, he couldn’t even if he wanted to

“s-shut up, i won, my way,” alpha snarls through a grunt. his free hand barely even tickles over his cock before he shoots hot and thick up ifrit’s spine, fat drips of cum trickle downwards with every new load that erupts from his slit

“no, no, no,” ifrit whines, sounding beyond pathetic. he tries to his push his ass back as alpha makes a mess of him but doesn’t get very far with alpha still holding him down

a thin sheen of sweat coats their bodies as they attempt to catch their breaths, chests expanding shakily as they recover. ifrit’s back glistens with a mix of sweat and cum, splattered from his ass to his shoulder blades, alpha thinks he looks like a perverted piece of art

“fuck,” alpha grunts as he straightens up, and lets go of ifrit, something low in his back popping as he stretches his spine out. ifrit mewls quietly, almost to himself but alpha hears it and gets curious, looking down just in time

ifrit is still partially bent over, his pretty pink hole winks at alpha while it attempts to clench around something, anything. alongside it, the spade of his tail moves sluggishly, going in the direction of a small puddle of cum

the thin leathery spade on the end of ifrit’s tail curls in on around the edges making its shape something akin to a spoon and before alpha can ask what he’s doing, ifrit scoops the little pool of cum up and deposits it carefully into his ass, letting it drip, drip, drip, from the tip of his tail

“lucifer, you’re so desperate,” alpha scoffs with a roll of his eyes, though he can’t stop himself from watching. his eyes trail and map the path ifrit’s tail is taking up his back, “kind of embarrassing,” he huffs after a little while

“wanted it inside,” ifrit whines, high and reedy. he pinches his eyes shut as the spade of his tail wipes around his hole, pressing flat against his rim. out of the corner of his eye he watches alpha bending to grab his phone off of the floor, when and how it got there, ifrit doesn’t know, he wonders if he sent it flying by accident

distantly ifrit hears alpha tapping his phone, unlocking it he thinks but then, the little clicks of pictures being taken, of the embarrassing state of him no less but ifrit finds it just a little bit hot. he knows alpha will use those pictures for his own entertainment at some point

alpha raises his eyebrows at ifrit when he gets closer to him again, bending and hanging right over ifrit’s body as his tail seemingly completes its job, as a reward ifrit lets his spade sit comfortably just inside of his ruined hole

“don’t make bets you won’t fucking win,” alpha huffs, nipping at ifrit’s neck at the same time he slips two fingers past his relaxed rim, soaking the tips with slick and cum

ifrit cries with it, his body twitching and shaking as he pulls away from alpha, twisting in the chair until he’s slumping into it. he looks up at alpha with wet eyes and alpha, snickers at him and then turns on his heel

“you won’t ever win sparky, remember that,” alpha calls out as he throws his clothes over his shoulder and saunters out of the room, licking and sucking messily at his fingers, leaving ifrit spent, panting and naked in the arm chair

ifrit will remember it, it won’t stop him from trying again though

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How to Rehabilitate a Jock Pt 20

Part Nineteen Part One Link to ao3

A huge thank you to so many people but it's especially @thefreakandthehair for betaing, being the best, and generally encouraging all of my nuttiness. Also a big shout out to Bowie ( don't remember your Tumblr my lovely!!) for doublechecking some sensititvity reading for me. Y'all rock!!!

Jeff had the decency to wait until Frank was safely in his house before he called Eddie out on his shit.

“What the fuck are you doing, man?” Jeff sighed the second the door closed behind Frank, leaving only the snow, Eddie’s headlights, and two best friends about to have an incredibly awkward conversation.

“Driving you dicks home?” Eddie tried, hoping that he could fool Jeff into not having the uncomfortable conversation that was already beginning. He kicked the van into reverse, throwing a hand casually over Jeff’s seat as he turned and began to maneuver his way back to the road.

“Eddie.”

It wasn’t much. It wasn’t anything really. Just his name, nothing more, nothing less, but it was Jeff’s tone.

That voice, the voice he always used when he was trying to cut through Gareth and Eddie’s bullshit. Corroded Coffin had lasted all these years because of balance. Frank was their rock, steady and sure; Eddie and Gareth were the stream, bouncing and playing and whirling around in a daze; but Jeff was the earth around them. Jeff was everything, and Eddie might be their leader, but Jeff was the one that held everything together.

And he was the only one who could get Eddie to drop the act with just one word.

“Honestly, dude? I have no fucking idea what I’m doing,” Eddie sighed, slightly curling in on himself as he focused on the road. The snow was only mildly awful at the moment, but winter in Indiana could turn on a dime and Eddie wasn’t looking to run his van off the road just because Jeff was grilling him about his stupid little completely non-existent crush.

“Well, what do you want from him?” Jeff asked, dragging the first word slowly out as he thought about what he wanted to say. Sometimes the other members of Hellfire would do things like that— talk slow or choose words carefully, just to try and avoid Eddie’s sparky temper.

Unfortunately for him, Eddie was already worked up about this particular topic.

“Great question!” Eddie snapped, going to throw his hands up before choosing to be wise and hold the wheel steady. A small squall was beginning to form around them, and his visibility was starting to cut to next to none.

“Okay, okay,” Jeff said, placating to Eddie’s need to be a bit of an asshat, “So what happened between you and Steve that’s got Gareth so pressed?”

If it was any other person in the car with him, Eddie might have been able to fake it. Even Frank might have fallen for a lie about Gareth’s hatred of jocks and conformity and how Steve was just a representation of that.

But it was Jeff. Jeff, who was their Earth, who knew that Gareth’s grudge wouldn’t have lasted this long if it wasn’t motivated by protectiveness. That the only reason Gareth wouldn’t have started to warm up even a little bit was his need to make sure his people were safe.

Few things in life were assured, but death, taxes, and Gareth Winston’s need to protect his own were all a given.

“Steve probably doesn’t even remember, so it doesn’t matter,” Eddie muttered, evading the question just as he narrowly evaded a pothole that seemed to appear out of thin air on the road in front of them. The storm was picking back up again, and this was not the conversation to be having right at this moment.

“Well, do you want him to fuck you?” Jeff asked bluntly, cutting through the fat and straight to the juicy meat of the problem.

“Jeff!” Eddie blurted out, a nervous burst of laughter escaping along with his name. He took the risk of looking away from the road for a few seconds to give the other boy a wild-eyed look, but Jeff seemed unphased, cool as a cucumber as a lion’s smile began to curl on his face.

“Do you want to fuck him?”

Unbidden, a dozen images flashed through Eddie’s head. Steve in his bed. Steve shirtless. Steve underneath him with his hair splayed out on the pillows, wrists trapped in gleaming silver cuffs as he begged so pretty for—

No.

No no no no no no NO.

“Dude!” Eddie groaned, turning away from the road again to shout at Jeff.

And then it happened.

Jeff’s shit-eating grin disappeared, his eyes growing to the size of dinner plates as he shouted a wordless warning cry and Eddie had less than a second to turn back to the road, slamming his foot on the brake and throwing his arm out to protect Jeff from the inevitable crash.

There was something on the road in front of them. The snow made it impossible to see beyond the shape, but, whatever it was, it was massive. Huge, and hulking, with a dark shadow that sent a chill down Eddie’s spine, and he was sure his van wouldn’t survive the impact.

But no impact came.

His tires skidded, the van turned half a quarter, but no collision, no smashing glass, no pain. Just twin panting from him and Jeff, and an empty road all around them.

“What was that?” Jeff whispered when he was able to form words again.

“A deer, I guess,” Eddie murmured back, not really feeling all that sure of his answer. He had never seen a deer like that, but he also hadn’t really seen anything. His wild imagination wanted to run with it, but there was no point. Whatever it was, it was gone, and that’s what mattered.

He leaned back against his seat, his heart still racing as he patted Jeff’s chest twice, slightly assured when he could feel Jeff’s heart pounding through his shirt as well.

“Sorry.”

“Shouldn’t’ve distracted you,” Jeff mumbled, lacing his fingers together to hide how badly they were shaking.

“Hey, not your fault,” Eddie said, knowing how Jeff’s anxiety tended to latch to any blame it could when it got tripped like this. Eddie tested the van, carefully pulling back onto the right side of the road. They stayed quiet as Eddie turned them towards Jeff’s house, driving at a turtle’s pace with both hands on the wheel.

“I want to help him,” Eddie offered into the silence, eyes firm on the road. “If I can.”

When Jeff didn’t immediately respond, Eddie thought that was the end of the conversation, but as they approached Jeff’s neighborhood, the boy next to him spoke up again.

“Steve needs the help. Something’s really wrong with him, Eds.”

“You’re turning over to Gareth’s side?” Eddie joked, the words thin and frail and instantly disappearing the second he put them in the air.

“No,” Jeff replied, no veil of humor over his words. “There’s something wrong with him like there’s something wrong with me.”

“There’s nothing wrong with you,” Eddie said on instinct, hating the bitter scoff Jeff gave. He pulled up to a stop sign and put the van all the way in park, turning in his seat and giving Jeff his full attention

“Look at me.” Eddie ordered, waiting until Jeff’s dark eyes met his own in the dim light of the streetlamp before speaking again.

“There’s nothing wrong with you, Jeff. Nothing.” He said, making sure that there was zero wiggle room in his voice.

Because there wasn’t, and Eddie hated that his best friend thought there was. There was something wrong with Hawkins, with the country they lived in, with the world. There was something wrong with a species that somehow made color a defining factor in a person’s worth, but there was not, and never would be, anything wrong with who Jeff was.

“Fine, then something wrong happened to both of us,” Jeff amended, a ghost of a smile crossing his face at Eddie’s insistence. “Either way, just be careful with him,”

“Aren’t you supposed to be giving Steve the shovel talk? Not the other way around?” Eddie joked, putting the van back in gear and turning onto Jeff’s street.

“When you get him, I’ll give him the talk,” Jeff promised, crossing his heart as he did.

When, not if. Just one word instead of the other, but a flush of warmth flooded Eddie from the top of his head to the tips of his toes. There wasn’t a chance in hell that Jeff was right to use the word ‘when’, because Eddie’s chances were not even ‘if’, but he loved the positivity.

“Have a good night, man,” Jeff said as they pulled into his driveway, holding out a hand for a quick shake as he unbuckled his seatbelt.

“Hey,” Eddie called, grabbing the edge of Jeff’s coat as he stepped out of the van. “Us freaks stick together. Always.”

It was a little reminder, just a hint of a conversation they had over a year ago, but judging by the way Jeff’s eyes softened and his shoulders lowered, he knew exactly what Eddie was reminding him of.

“Always,” Jeff echoed, squeezing Eddie’s wrist once before he hurried towards his darkened house and slipped inside. Eddie waited till the porch light turned off before sighing heavily, resting his head against the steering wheel for a moment before reversing again.

Back to the lion’s den.

The house was dark as Eddie quietly let himself back in, but the glow of the pool and the embers of the fire crackling in the fireplace gave just enough light to see the aftermath of the party. It wasn’t half as bad as some of the messes Eddie had seen from Steve’s previous parties, but it was still pretty messy. There would be a lot of cleanup coming tomorrow, and Eddie’s heart ached when he thought about Steve spending Christmas Eve alone cleaning up his house.

Damn this boy. Eddie didn’t even celebrate Christmas, and here he was worrying over Steve about being alone for it.

Maybe Wayne wouldn’t mind having one more person over for dinner. Usually it was just the two of them, but Wayne loved his strays almost as much as Eddie did, and Steve was an easy guy to care about.

Eddie would ask him tomorrow morning. Call before anyone woke up and see what Wayne said. Then he would offer to help clean and ask Steve when it was just the two of them. After all, no one should be alone on the holidays.

Eddie was so lost in his thoughts, that he almost missed the sound of an angel singing somewhere up above.

Are you lonesome tonight?

Do you miss me tonight?

Are you sorry we drifted apart?

But no, there was no missing that voice. Eddie was a connoisseur of music, but he already knew that almost any other song was ruined for him. He was the cat caught by the canary instead of the other way around, lost in the sound of a voice he hadn’t heard in years. It was deeper now, fuller, grown almost into a man from the boy he had been the last time Eddie heard him sing.

Does your memory stray to a bright summer day

When I kissed you and called you sweetheart?

He climbed the stairs slowly, drawn like a moth to a flame, knowing it would burn, but needing to be close anyway.

Do the chairs in your parlor seem empty and bare?

Do you gaze at your doorstep and picture me there?

Outside the room now, Eddie could see it all while still staying hidden. Steve was sitting on the floor, his head leaned back against the bed that was filled to the bursting with his sleeping children.

His entire self was on display for Eddie, not just his body, but his soul and his mind, a gift being given without knowing, and Eddie was too selfish not to take it.

Is your heart filled with pain?

Shall I come back again?

This was the boy Gareth couldn’t see, but the one Eddie couldn’t stop looking for. A boy who knew their first memory together. Without a doubt. Who had never forgotten, no matter how much Eddie tried to convince himself he had.

There was no other reason to pick this song.

Tell me dear, are you lonesome tonight?

And without permission Eddie was thrust into a memory.

Despite it only being his sophomore year, Eddie was more than used to getting detention. In the two years since he had moved to Hawkins, Eddie had earned his ‘problem child’ status at least twice over. This particular afternoon, he was stuck sitting at a graffitied desk in the detention room because he dared to argue when his teacher told him that it was valid to not believe in evolution when it went against your religious beliefs.

Evolution. The base of all humanity.

She was wrong, but she was the one with all the power, so Eddie was the one in trouble.

Still it could’ve been worse. Wayne had given him the van for his fifteenth birthday, so he wasn’t stuck waiting on the steps for a ride home after missing the bus. It wasn’t technically legal, but Hopper tended to look the other way as long as Eddie continued to give him discounts on ‘merchandise’.

All Eddie had to do was wait out the clock. Mr. Whiter had already fallen asleep at the desk up front and at six, Eddie would be free. Maybe he could even stop at Benny’s. The man always gave him extra fries to bring home to Wayne, and Eddie was making good money now that Rick was in the slammer. He was the last dealer left in town, so things were looking up.

Well things would be looking up, except the kid next to him refused to stop sniffling.

Eddie muffled an irritated sigh, sliding his eyes over to take stock of the boy sitting across the way. Clearly a freshman, and obviously his first time in detention. He was looking around the room with wide-eyed horror, slightly terrified of every single thing he saw, and obviously trying to brush tears away from his bruised cheek and busted lip.

Normally, Eddie would just tell him to shut up. That detention was barely anything to have to deal with in the grand scheme of things, but he had seen the fight that landed the kid in detention, and it had been bad enough to warrant some misery.

One second he and another boy (obviously a friend given how upset the kid was) were laughing by his locker, and the next second they were exchanging blows. It had been bad, taking three teachers to separate them, and somehow this kid had gotten in trouble for the whole thing!

But Eddie had seen the start, and it was the other twerp that had thrown the first punch. Yet somehow, he was already on the bus home and this schmuck was stuck in detention with the Freak of Hawkins High

The unjustness gnawed at Eddie’s soul, and the longer the kid sat there doing nothing but brush at his already dry cheeks, the harder it was to ignore him.

Fuck it. There were worse ways to spend an afternoon.

Eddie grabbed his notebook, slamming it open to a fresh page and dragging his favorite purple pen across the paper, taking a cursory glance at Mr. Whiter’s snoring form before sliding his chair over to the other boy.

“Hi!” Eddie said, throwing a big smile in the kids direction and hoping that would grease the wheels a little. Eddie knew how intimidating he could look to the rest of the world, and he liked it that way, but it sometimes made it hard to make friends.

Sure enough, the kid startled the second Eddie spoke, looking at him the way a deer looks at the hunter right before they hear the death shot. He didn’t seem like the type to just outright tell Eddie to fuck off, but he did look massively uncomfortable with Eddie invading his space.

Oh well, what was the worst that could happen?

“Wanna kill some time?” Eddie offered, holding up his notebook before placing it down on the desk in front of them. A tic tac toe board sat in the middle of the page, and a scorecard was up in the top corner with the word ‘Eddie' on one side and the words ‘Random Kid 'on the other.

A barely there smile glanced across the kids face as he looked down at the page, and then those big brown eyes were on him. Eddie waited patiently, forcing his body to stay still which was actually a pretty herculean task— not that this kid knew. He had the worm on the hook and the line in the water, and now he was just waiting for the curious fish to bite.

Whatever the kid was looking for, he must’ve found it because that same soft, shy smile was gifted to Eddie as he leaned down, rooting around in his backpack for his own pen. When he found the one he was looking for, he carefully crossed over Eddie’s purple writing, replacing ‘Random Kid’ with just one word instead.

“Well, Steve, let’s hope your tic-tac-toe powers are better than your fighting skills,” Eddie joked, pleased when instead of getting mad, Steve’s cheeks darkened in a pretty little blush, and he simply ducked his head with a soft protest and an embarrassed smile.

They played a few rounds in relative silence, the occasional quiet groan or cheer when one or the other managed to clinch a victory. It was nice, a little boring, but far preferable to what they had been doing before.

And then Steve’s pen died.

It was a slow death, long and drawn out with some furious scribbling to try and get one last juice for the squeeze.

“Here, man, just take mine. I’ve got a spare somewhere,” Eddie offered, not even thinking twice as he gave away his favorite pen, even though he never let anyone borrow that pen. Wayne had gotten it for him on a day trip to Indianapolis for his birthday, just a tiny trinket to commemorate the day, and Eddie loved it to death.

There was no way Steve could have known that, and yet he was looking at the pen like it was a live snake.

“Why are you being so nice to me?” Steve asked, his eyes narrowing as he looked down at the clearly treasured object in front of him.

Eddie looked up at the other boy, furrowing his brow.

“Why not?” Eddie said with a shrug, going back to his notebook with a plain black pen. He was scratching out another tic-tac-toe board to add to the dozens that were already on the page, but paused when he saw Steve wasn’t picking up his own pen.

“People aren’t just nice,” Steve insisted, giving Eddie an unexpectedly guarded look. “They always want something…so what do you want from me?”

“I want to make this afternoon a little less unbearable, I want to fight the system, and I want to make you feel better.” Eddie offered, quirking his head to the side and picking up his favorite purple pen to offer once more to the other boy, “Isn’t that enough?”

They stared at each other for a long second, until Steve’s face broke into an incredulous smile and he ducked his head down.

“You’re really weird,” he said with a soft laugh, taking the pen. It was a lovely sound, like birds singing in the morning, or the first soft strum of a guitar as practice began.

Eddie needed to hear it again.

From there they were off, talking about everything and anything. Eddie shared about all of the ridiculous reasons he had gotten detention over the years, and Steve explained that the other punk from the fight was Tommy, apparently his best friend for his entire life. They had lived next to each other since Steve had moved to Hawkins as a kid, and had done every single thing together. The reason Tommy had started the fight was Steve had told him he wasn’t sure he wanted to go to basketball try-outs tomorrow.

“It’s not that I don’t like it, I just want to try some other stuff too you know?” Steve said, looking up from their game to catch Eddie’s eye, “We’re in high school now, so it’s the time to try something new, isn’t it?”

“Sure it is!” Eddie agreed eagerly, holding himself back from going on a diatribe about the laundry basket devils that ran the school and instead talking about all of the clubs he was in. He couldn’t really see Steve enjoying Marching Band or Creative Writing, but Drama might be a good fit, or maybe Art.

“You could even join the new club I’m trying to start if you wanted,” Eddie offered, trying to stay casual but practically vibrating at the thought of having someone else to show Higgins that Hellfire was worthy of a place at the table.

“A new club?” Steve asked.

“Yea, it’s gonna be great,” Eddie started, taking a deep breath to start his long rant about the joys of dungeons and dragons, “So it’s called—”

“Alright boys,” a nasally voice droned from the front of the room. “Time to pack it up.”

Both boys jumped at Mr. Whiter’s interruption, and Eddie rolled his eyes, frustrated at being stopped right as he had started to get to the good stuff. The geometry teacher either didn’t notice or didn’t care, too eager to get back to his own home to do whatever geometry teachers did when they weren’t at school.

If Eddie had to guess, it was probably fucking their wives with compasses while reciting geometric formulas as foreplay. That seemed right.

“And don’t let me catch you in here again, Mr. Harrington. I would hope your parents had taught you better,” Mr. Whiter said as they trudged past him. His blank potato looking face was only showing the barest hints of disappointment, but that was still enough to make Steve cringe away.

“Yes sir,” he whispered, all joy from the last hour they had spent together vanishing in an instant.

“What? No warning for me Mr. Whiter?” Eddie inquired, batting his eyes and trying to take the attention away from Steve.

“I don’t particularly like wasting my breath on hopeless cases, Mr. Munson,” Whiter droned, half raising one brow, as if shocked that Eddie would even bother to ask for an admonishment. “Try to get your homework done tonight, will you? I’d hate to add another zero to my gradebook,”

Hot shame rushed down Eddie’s spine, replaced quickly by a lightning fury that made his lips loose and his logic take a quick hike.

“Well, I don’t particularly like making promises I can’t keep, sorry Tighty-Whiteys!” Eddie declared, grabbing Steve’s hand and dragging him away before they could get in any trouble because of Eddie’s big fat mouth.

“Jesus H Christ, that guys a dick!” Eddie shouted, both boys laughing breathlessly as they burst through the doors of the school.

“You gonna do the homework?” Steve said through his giggles.

“Now? Hell no!” Eddie swore, cackling as he did and jumping up onto the low wall next to the school. “Gotta fight the system however you can, Stevie. Trust me. Listen to your elders.”

“Whatever you say,” Steve said, continuing to laugh at Eddie’s antics. He idly looked around the parking lot, his mood starting to darken as he looked again, searching the parking lot again, but Eddie wasn’t exactly sure what for.

Then Steve sighed, plopping down on the curb and wrapping his arms around his knees resting his chin on top of them and rapidly blinking.

“What’re you doin’?” Eddie asked with concern, shocked at Steve’s sudden turn and hopping down from his spot on the wall.

“My parents aren’t here,” Steve muttered glumly, staring out at the empty lot instead of looking at Eddie as he sat on the curb next to Steve. “The school called after the fight, and they knew when I was getting out, but my dad’s probably going to make me wait ‘till after dinner or something.”

It wasn’t exactly the most damning thing to say in the world, Eddie could think of a dozen things that his dad had done to him that were worse, but the thought of making his own son wait for hours in the cold and dark still made something in his stomach squirm. He could never imagine Wayne doing anything like that to him.

Steve curled up even tighter around himself, completely unaware of Eddie’s internal struggle.

“God, I bet they’re so pissed.” Steve whispered into his knees. “And now my dad’s going to have to come get me, and he’s going to be even madder about that—”

“Why don’t I give you a ride home?” Eddie offered in an instant, shocking even himself with the boldness of the offer. He had just met the kid only an hour ago, but Steve’s genuine nature touched something in him, and there was a magnetic pull to want to help him that Eddie couldn’t quite explain just yet. “Then at least they won’t be mad at you about needing a ride, right?”

It would make more sense for Steve to say no, to try and play it off, but instead he was giving Eddie a watery smile and a look of gratitude as he nodded, starting to stand.

Eddie had never really worried about what the van looked like, but as they walked towards where it was, Eddie jogged ahead, trying to throw the multitudes of wrappers and junk into the back where Steve wouldn’t see. Luckily for him, the younger boy seemed enraptured by the simple fact that Eddie had a car at all.

“I want something cool like a Beemer or a truck, but my mom doesn’t want me to get a car ‘till I’m 18,” Steve said idly, pausing and furrowing his brow as he did, “She’s really weird about me driving for some reason.”

Hopefully, she wouldn’t feel too weird about a random guy giving her kid a ride home in a kidnapper van.

“Pick a tape for us to listen to,” Eddie offered as he climbed into the driver's seat, fighting with his seatbelt as Steve perused his choices. Unfortunately, Steve quickly skipped over all of the metal that Eddie had at the front of the pack, but soon familiar notes began to sing, and Eddie’s shoulders relaxed as he recognized the song.

“Ahhhh, The King. A good choice,” Eddie commented as Elvis’s voice began to croon out into the air between them.

“Who could hate this song?” Steve asked rhetorically, a wry grin on his face as the tune began to take shape.

“I always loved that nickname,” Steve said off handedly, staring out the window at the rows of corn, “King.”

“You should steal it then,” Eddie said automatically. Sure, Steve was a kid right now, but Eddie could see it in his eyes. A few years, a couple more inches, and that kid would have the world eating out of his palm. That sweet nature, that funny little humor, ‘King’ wasn’t too hard to imagine when it came to Steve.

“Maybe,” Steve replied, drawing out the word with a tone that showed that he wasn’t sure about that. He gave Eddie a few more directions, and they got closer and closer to their time being done together. A strange desperation started to make Eddie’s heart race, like he could feel the two of them pulling back into their roles, backing away from whatever they had this afternoon.

“It’s got a good ring to it. King Steve,” Eddie pushed, pausing and making the turn into Loch Nora before he put his heart on the line.

“Why don’t you blow off basketball try-outs tomorrow? Come to my club I’m starting instead. You can meet my friends.”

It was a chance, a choice. Steve could make the right one, and be one of them, or he could get sucked into Hawkins and all of it’s hell hole small town bullshit. Eddie was giving him an out.

“That sounds really fun,” Steve said in a small voice, a secret smile shared between them before it was ruined by a shout from the house in front of them.

“Steven!”

It was a woman’s voice, and Steve’s entire body stiffened. No more smiles, no more relaxing, Steve was a rod of pure steel, with a blank unaffected face. A man and a woman, Steve’s mother and father presumably, were standing on the porch together, twin faces of disappointed gravity that stole all of the air out of the van.

“Well, wish me luck,” Steve laughed without humor, his fingers worrying over the straps of his backpack as he started to unbuckle his seatbelt.

“See you tomorrow?” Eddie asked, already knowing in his stomach that he wouldn’t.

“Tomorrow,” Steve said, the word so thin and frail now.

And he was gone. Out of the car, and most definitely out of Eddie’s life. But if he was losing this like he seemed to lose everything, Eddie wanted to at least say a proper goodbye.

“See you later Alligator!” Eddie shouted through the window. Steve turned back, haloed by the setting sun, looking far too angelic for a gangly fourteen year old.

“In a while Crocodile,” Steve called back with a slight laugh, just a shadow of his former self, turning and rushing to his waiting parents who gave Eddie one last glare before slamming the door shut.

Eddie waited a second, staring at the locked door and listening to the song on the radio, wishing that the burning in his eyes would just disappear the way Steve had.

Do the chairs in your parlor seem empty and care?

Do you gaze at your doorstep and picture me there?

Is your heart filled with pain

Shall I come back again?

Tell me dear, are you lonesome tonight?

Eddie opened his eyes again, back in the present, to find Steve already watching him.

In another world, things worked out differently, but not in this one.

In reality, Steve didn’t come to Hellfire the next day. Tommy was at his locker bright and early, there to laugh the whole thing off and drag Steve to try-outs come hell or high water. Eddie had seen the whole thing, and he had known then and there Steve wasn’t one of them. Steve’s cheek was still bruised, but there were finger shapes on his wrist that definitely hadn’t been there the day before during detention. He had glanced at Eddie, but quickly glanced away, agreeing loudly that try-outs were going to be awesome.

When Steve had caught his eye that day, when he had tried to say he was sorry without words, Eddie hadn’t been in a place to listen. He had a thousand chips of his own weighing on his shoulders, and an inability to see anything but his own opinion as right.

There was no way to be two things at once, not back then.

But that bruised beat up kid was in front of him again, big hazel eyes begging for forgiveness again. And this time, Eddie finally felt ready to give it to him.

“Hi Alligator,” Eddie whispered, the words barely able to get out past the lump in his throat. A small smile graced Steve’s lips as his eyes began to shine in the dark.

“It’s been a while, Crocodile,” Steve whispered back.

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